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Sweet November Ch. 01

By: azrael13



First off I want to thank TRCIII for help with editing. Secondly for those who enjoyed my first writing, "Don't Bet on It", this is a bit of a continuation. If you haven't read it, you might want to. It helps to know some of the character. Finally, thanks for reading my work and all comments are welcomed and appreciated. Enjoy...

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It has been a week since my wife and I made our last big wager. As you may recall it was the bet that made me her slave for the weekend. Little did I know she invited three of her friends to join her in her fun with me. Today she came to me with a proposition.

"Because you were such a good sport I will give you another chance to make me your slave," Jess said, "but if I win, you become our slave for a month."

I stopped to think about it a bit. "A month?!" I objected. "How do you figure I get you for the weekend, but you get me for a month?"

"That's where I make this easy for you," she smiled. "You get to pick the game you want to bet on and the team you are going to pick. How can you lose?"

'How could I lose?' I wondered.

"So, let me get this straight. I pick the game we are going to bet on, the team I think will win, and when they do, you are going to be my slave?" I asked.

"Yep, that's the idea," she said. "There is almost no way you can lose."

"Alright, I'll take that bet. I will take Tennessee over Alabama this weekend. Tennessee has been playing really well, and Alabama is on the verge of having their worst season in ages. There is no way I lose this one. Besides, they are playing at Neyland. This is in the bag," I touted.

"Sounds like a pretty sure thing," she shrugged. "I guess I will be your slave next weekend. But just in case, we better let them play the game first."

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I could not believe my luck. Alabama played better ball than they had all year and to add insult to injury Tennessee's QB got hurt on the last play of the first half. The Vols were only up by three at half-time and had to bring in a freshman QB that looked like he was ready to wet himself.

Needless to say they had more turnovers in the second half than they had first downs. Alabama easily rolled over my Vols, leaving me sitting on the couch with my hands over my eyes in disbelief.

"Woo hoo!" I heard her scream. "This turned out a lot better than I expected. I figured I was just going to be your little slave for the weekend and let you get it out of your system, but this is even better. I OWN you!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "So when do you want to start? Let's get this over with."

"Well, I really didn't expect this. Let me think about it a second," she pondered. "I know. Friday is the first. We'll just start then. That will make it easier."

"Great," I sighed, still in disbelief. "I can hardly wait."

Those next few days dragged on for what seemed like forever. I could not believe I lost. What was even worse is that I could not even begin to imagine what Jess would do to me with a whole month at her fingertips.

Finally it was Thursday night and I prepared for bed knowing this would be my last evening of freedom for a month. "Good night, Honey," I mumbled.

"Night, Babe" she chimed back. "Get some sleep. You are going to need it."

My mind wandered for quite some time but eventually I must have drifted off to sleep.

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"What are you doing? Get up! What do you think you are doing?" I heard being yelled at me, as I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes.

"Slaves don't sleep with the Divas. Get out of my bed," Jess hollered.

I looked up to see it was 12:01. "You have got to be kidding," I said, pulling the covers back over my head.

"A diva never kids. This is your last warning. Get out of my bed," she commanded.

Hastily I pulled myself out of bed and asked where I might sleep. She pointed to the floor next to her and threw me a small, thin blanket to cover up with. "Slaves don't wear PJs either," she chided. "Take those off and get back to sleep."

I removed my pajama bottoms and t-shirt and lay down on the floor and went back to sleep.

It was not long before I heard the alarm going off. I stumbled to my feet and rubbed my eyes just long enough for Jess to push a piece of paper in front of my face.

"Read this," she barked. "Then make me some pancakes when you're done." With that, she pulled the covers back over her head and went back to sleep. That is when I realized it was only 5:00 am. I don't have to get up to get ready for work for another hour and a half. What did she just hand me?

The Rules:

1. The Diva(s) is (are) in charge. Anytime a diva calls you must go immediately. 

2. A slave must keep eyes down in submission at all times. 

3. A slave must never speak without permission. 

4. A slave is to be completely shaven from the neck down at all times. 

5. A slave's attire: 

1. During working hours the slave will wear panties specific to that day under his professional attire. 

2. After hours and on the weekends the slave will wear wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, his designated panties, and/or whatever the diva deems necessary. 

6. A slave is not allowed self gratification without permission. 

7. A slave is responsible for all household chores. 

8. A slave sleeps on the Diva's floor at night so that he is ready to serve when necessary. 

9. A slave is subject to hygiene or dress code inspection at any time and may be punished or rewarded as the Diva desires. 

10. Jess is your Ultimate Diva. Whatever she says goes. Her power overrides all others. 

*. You are responsible to read these rules daily and memorize them.

When I finished reading the rules I understood why I was wakened so early. I hurried to the bathroom to get ready, not wanting to endure any punishment any sooner than necessary. I jumped in the shower and began to shave from my shoulders down. I had to stop every few strokes to pull the hair out of the drain and razor and then start again.

It must have taken at least 45 minutes to shave my entire body, but I was surprisingly aroused by my new look. My cock looked even larger without the hair that normally surrounded it. It took a lot for me not to stroke it right then and there, but I remembered the rules and I wasn't ready to break any yet. Besides, I had to get this cleaned up, get dressed, and get her breakfast ready. .

After drying myself off, brushing my teeth and shaving my face I crept back into the bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake her up. As I opened my top drawer I found that all of my boxer briefs had been removed and been replaced by silky women's panties—thongs, to be more specific—with the days of the week written on each one.

"So this is what it meant in the rules," I thought. "This is going to be a long month." Reluctantly I put on the soft yellow panties marked "Friday" and finished getting ready for work.

Afterward, I proceeded to the kitchen to make her breakfast. I had never made pancakes in my life, but I remember my dad doing it when I was a kid so I figured it couldn't be too hard. I followed the directions on the box and was surprised to see how well they came out. When I had her milk ready and the syrup warmed like I knew she liked it, I took them in to her.

She was rubbing her eyes when I walked in and smiled with approval when she saw me carrying in her breakfast. I brought them over to her and watched as she took her first bite. "Not bad," she chimed. "You should do this more often. Now get to work before you are late."

I looked up to see it was now 7:40 a.m. That gave me only 20 minutes to get across town. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.

My day at the office was relatively uneventful. Real Estate always seemed to get a little soft in November and it looked as though this year would not be any different. I was finding it a little hard to concentrate on the work I needed to do with the panties I had on. The silk kept stimulating my package while a thin piece of fiber kept creeping further up my ass cheeks. I spent a good part of the morning trying to pull it out before resigning myself to the fact that it was no use. As the day went on I wrapped myself up in work and managed to almost forget about them. Then 5:00 p.m. came and I packed up my stuff and headed home.

When I pulled into the garage I noticed a hanger on the door and a note. I got out of my car and pulled the note from the door. It was just as I suspected. The note read:

Slave, 

Hang up your work clothes and put your slave attire on. When you are done you may enter. 

I looked down to see the box that held my collar and cuffs. I removed my professional clothing, pulled on my cuffs and collar and went inside.

"Good, you're home," she said coldly. "My feet hurt. Put your clothes away and then come rub them."

I hung up my clothes and then knelt on the floor at her feet. I removed her shoes and stockings and began to slowly massage the balls of her feet moving up and down them like I knew she wanted.

"Those panties suit you well," she taunted, never looking up from her magazine.

"Thank you," I responded. I continued to rub her feet for 15-20 minutes while she continued to read.

Finally she pulled her feet from my hands and rose to stand over me as I knelt. "You left the kitchen a mess, and dulled my razor this morning."

I had completely forgotten about the kitchen in my rush to get out the door and it never occurred to me what I might be doing to her razor. I have a feeling she did and that is why she left me such easy access to it this morning.

"You realize I have to punish you now?" she said.

"Yes," I responded.

"I left the kitchen for you to clean up. If you do a good job, I MIGHT take it easy on you." She motioned me into the kitchen.

I rose to my feet and proceeded to clean up the kitchen from the mess I had made that morning, as well as what had been added throughout the day. While I was washing the dishes, Jess walked up behind me.

"Slave, you really have a nice ass, you know. These panties really work for you. You should think about wearing them all the time," she cooed, as she ran her nails across my almost completely-exposed ass.

She stood there for another couple minutes raking my butt with her nails as I finished the dishes. This caused my member to become erect and push against the silk fabric, arousing me even more. I found it very hard to concentrate on my task. She obviously was enjoying herself and commanded me to hurry up.

"You are going to have your first inspection when you're done, and then we will decide the punishment for your negligence." With that, she turned and walked back into the family room and returned to her magazine.

Several minutes later, I stepped into the family room and stood before my mistress. She looked up from the magazine briefly and then returned her gaze to the article she had been reading. She continued to leaf through the magazine until she was satisfied that she had read all she wanted to read for the time being. Finally she stood.

"Kneel," she commanded, as she walked into the kitchen to inspect my work. She disappeared for quite some time before I felt her presence once more.

"Nice work," she complimented. "Now stand up so I can check you out while I decide on appropriate punishment for you. You did great in the kitchen, so I will take that into consideration, but you did dull my blade, and a Diva can't shave with a dull blade. Can she?"

"No, Mistress," I responded, as she looked me up and down inspecting my attire and grooming.

"It looks like you did a good job shaving this morning...from what I can see." With that, she reached out and grabbed my panties and pulled them around my ankles. My cock instantly sprang to attention.

"I like what I see," she said, "but you will have to keep it under control. Do you understand?" she barked, as she firmly grabbed me by the base of my cock and balls and pulled just enough to remind me who was in charge.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Good, now let's take a closer look," she said, as she pulled on my member while she inspected it thoroughly for any sign of hair. "You did well," she announced. "Make sure to keep it that way. Now for your punishment...grab your ankles."

Without hesitation she hooked my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs and commanded me to remain still.

"I am going to give you 15 swats for using my razor and only 5 for leaving the kitchen a mess since you did such a good job cleaning it up. I want you to thank me after each swat. If you take your punishment well I might reward you later."

Then, without warning, the first smack came down from her bare hand on my ass. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time, feeling her skin on mine.

"Thank you," I spoke with every swat, as my skin turned redder with every strike. Finally, she landed her twentieth and freed me from my stance.

"Now, slave, pull up your panties and go make our supper," she commanded.

I pulled them up and went off to accomplish my assigned task. This time I cleaned up after myself as I prepared our meal. When I was satisfied with what I prepared I let her know it was finished and set it before her on the table. I was allowed to kneel next to her and eat mine. When she was done she let me know she was happy with me. "That was nice, now I would like some ice cream for dessert." Of course I obliged her quickly.

"You may have this for dessert," she said, hiking up her skirt. "You did such a good job taking your punishment, I figure you deserve it."

"Thank you, mistress," I said, as I kneeled before her and slid her panties down her incredible legs and over her toes. I dove right in while she ate her ice cream. She tasted even better than the butter pecan she was licking off her spoon.

"Slave, you look great in that outfit. You made me all wet just watching you strut around in it at my beck and call," she moaned, obviously enjoying herself. She must have finished her dessert because now she was slouching back in the chair as she ran her fingers through my strawberry-blonde hair. Her moaning became louder as I plunged my tongue deeper inside her. It took only a couple minutes more before I had her climaxing for the second and third time.

"No more," she gasped, pulling my hair away from her glistening pussy. "You have work to do. Besides I can have more of that anytime I want. Now get up and go get my bubble bath ready."

I proceeded to the bathroom and began to run some hot water and then added some lavender scented bubble bath, just like I knew she wanted. While I waited for the tub to fill I looked around the room and noticed a small paper bag with "slave" written on it. I opened it up to find a couple new razors she had purchased for me as well as some aftershave body lotion for men. I did not even realize this stuff existed, but I was grateful to find it because I was already beginning to itch a little.

Finally the bath was full and I went to retrieve her. I was instructed to help her out of her clothes and into the bath. "You may go watch 30 minutes of TV while I relax," she told me, "but don't get too comfortable. I expect you back in here when that time expires." With that she slumped down into the tub and placed a warm wash cloth over her eyes.

I took this time to watch a little sports news and relax a little, but half-an-hour is much shorter than I remembered, so I returned to the place where my diva was soaking.

When I arrived she handed me a new razor she purchased for herself and told me to shave her legs. "Be careful," she instructed. "I'd hate to have to punish you twice in one night for being careless."

I took my time shaving her legs until they were silky smooth. I ran my hand up and down both legs admiring my work and taking the opportunity to feel them one of the few times I would not need permission. After rinsing her off, I helped her from the tub and into her robe. Then I brushed her hair and handed her silk teddy to her before she crawled into bed. She looked so sexy. I wanted her so bad, but I just found my place on the floor and tried to get comfortable.

Sweet November Ch. 02



Saturday, November 2nd

I must have been pretty tired. I barely remember lying down, but there I was reaching to turn off the alarm once again at 5:00 a.m. I pulled myself off the floor and got ready for the day ahead. I showered, shaved, etc....then proceeded to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I had to fumble around a little, looking for a recipe for French toast, but eventually I found it. Once I was satisfied with my preparation I took it to Jess. To my surprise she was already up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks," she blurted, as she took the plate from my hands. "Here is a list of things to do around the house today. You can wear a sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes while you do the yard work, but other than that I expect you to wear the usual. I am going out and I expect you to be done when I get home." Then she finished her last couple bites, finished getting ready and headed out the door.

I could not believe this list she gave me. I hope she did not plan on coming home anytime soon or there was no way I would get it all done. I had to mow the lawn one last time before winter, weed whack around the house, winterize the lawn, vacuum the whole house, do two loads of laundry, load and unload the dishwasher, put 4 bags of salt in the water softener, change the kitty litter, fix the spout in the spare bathroom, change any and all light bulbs that needed changing, dust off the two ceiling fans, and then shower once more before she got home.

I went to work almost immediately, hesitating just long enough to look the list over one more time in order to figure out the best way to do things. I loaded the washing machine and then the dish washer and then ran out to mow and weed whack. Before winterizing I switched the first load into the dryer, unloaded the dishwasher and threw some leftovers in the microwave for lunch.

After I got done winterizing I quickly changed back into my slave gear and went to fix the spout in the bathroom. This took me longer than expected and threw my schedule off from when I was guessing she would return. So I grabbed the water softener salt and ran down to the basement, filled up the softener, changed the kitty litter, and grabbed some light bulbs.

I changed the bulbs while I dusted the fans when it struck me that I left the salt bags and dirty cat litter in the basement so I rushed to get those before I forgot. I threw my trash away then grabbed my list to look it over one last time. All I had left to do was finish the laundry, vacuum, and take a shower, but it was already approaching 7 p.m. and I had no idea when she would be home.

I threw my panties in with the last load of laundry knowing they had to be pretty sweaty the way I had been running around. Then I started vacuuming. It felt a little strange vacuuming the house wearing just some leather cuffs and a collar, but at the same time it was kind of nice. I finished up just as the washer finished. I pulled the first load from the dryer and moved the second in its place. I folded the first load, put it away and then jumped in the shower.

I wanted so desperately to relax, but was not sure that was a safe thing to do so I hustled through it, dried my self off, and did a little grooming. When I checked the dryer it still had a few minutes to go so I took the opportunity to look over the house one last time and make sure everything was in order. It was good that I did because I had left a glass out and forgot to put the vacuum away. My timing could not have been much better as the dryer went off right as I put the vacuum in the closet.

I grabbed a basket and folded the towels in the dryer, quickly put them away, and put my pale green "Saturday" panties back on. It was now pushing 9:00 p.m. and I had not heard a word from her. I decided to try to relax a bit and lie down on the couch when I heard the garage door going up. My Diva had returned. I got up and walked over to the spot where I knew she would want me and knelt with my eyes cast down. Moments later she walked in with a couple shopping bags under each arm.

"Take these," she commanded. "I expect everything to be put away immediately." Then she walked straight into the bathroom, closed the door and began to run herself some bath water. She did not even look at the house and notice all the hard work I had done. I was dejected.

I opened the bags to find a couple pair of shoes, some new blouses, a dress, and a sweater. I put the shoes right where I knew she wanted them. Then I folded the sweater and put it in her drawer. Finally I pulled out the blouses and the dress and noticed they were a bit wrinkled. I got out the ironing board and iron and went to task. Just as I finished up and put the last thing away I heard her calling for me. I went to the edge of the tub right away.

"You've worked hard today, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress," I answered.

"Why don't you go get some rest then," she responded. "I won't need you again until morning." Then she put her washcloth back over her eyes and shooed me out the door.

I was taken aback, but at the same time too exhausted to say anything so I just found my spot on the floor and went to sleep.

Sunday, November 3.............. 

I woke Sunday morning with a start. A little bit of sun was peeking through the blinds. "How did I miss the alarm?" I wondered to myself. I looked up at the clock to see it was nearly 8 a.m. I shot out of bed knowing I was going to be in huge trouble.

Before I could make it all the way to my feet I heard Jess say as she stepped through the doorway into our room, "I turned the alarm off. You have nothing to worry about. Now get ready and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast when you get done."

A sense of relief washed over me and I proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower. When I was all done I came out of the bathroom and reached in the drawer to get my panties of the day but could not find them. I looked again, but they were nowhere to be found.

Jess must have heard me shuffling around. "You aren't going to find any no matter how hard you look," she called from the other room. "It's Sunday. You don't need panties. Now hurry up."

I continued to dry myself off, finished the rest of my grooming, and then put my cuffs and collar back on. After that I headed in to join her. I found her sitting at the bar in the kitchen looking over the Sunday paper while eating a donut and enjoying some coffee.

"Have some." She pointed at the open box and the glass of milk she had poured for me. Part of me was disappointed that this was all we were having for breakfast, but part of me was also glad that I did not have to make anything.

As I took my first bite from the chocolate cake donut I had selected I heard her say, "You did a nice job with the house yesterday so I thought I'd get us a treat."

"Thank you, mistress," came my response, as I swallowed. I stood there in relative silence as I finished my donut and started on another.

"While I was out of town yesterday I had someone check up on you every once in a while to make sure you weren't cheating," she commented, as she continued to flip through the paper. "I'm happy to say you did well. Although I have to ask why you chose to go without the panties while you vacuumed. She told me that she had a hard time leaving after a couple minutes of watching your tight body strut around in just a little bondage gear. So, where were your panties?"

"They were in the wash, mistress. I wanted to be ready for you when you got home and I had been sweating all day," I answered, and then finished my last gulp of milk.

"Very good," she replied. "Anyway, as I was saying, Amber was pretty impressed with you when she checked up on you yesterday so I told her she could come over and play. You remember Amber, don't you? Cute, young, little redhead, with a body that won't quit. She should be here any minute." She looked up from her paper to see the look on my face and to watch my cock begin to twitch. "I see. You do remember Amber," she laughed.

Just then the doorbell rang. "That must be her. Take that sprinkle donut to her when you answer the door. Those are her favorite."

I picked up a napkin, placed the donut on it, and started towards the door.

"Not like that," snapped my wife. "Come here!" She took the donut from my hand, grabbed my now fully-erect cock and slid it down the shaft causing the donut to break in half. "Damn it, you made me break it," she chided, as she smacked my naked ass and grabbed another. "Now hold still." This time she used her finger to open the hole up a little more before she slid it on. "Now go answer the door. She has waited long enough," and then she slapped my ass once more.

I stepped quickly yet cautiously toward the door. When I opened the door Amber looked me up and down. "My favorite," she exclaimed, as she dropped to her knees and began to devour both my cock and the donut. The sensation was incredible, but I was unable to completely enjoy it because I was somewhat distracted by the fact she never came completely in the door.

So there I stood, basically naked, for my whole neighborhood to see while I was being serviced by a woman who wasn't my wife. I tried to back up and pull her inside but she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me back. I had no choice but to relax, enjoy, and hope no one came by.

Over the next couple of minutes she nibbled every last bite and licked every bit of frosting from my member, but the distraction of being displayed to the world kept me from shooting my load. Finally she rose to her feet, thanked me for the donut, stepped inside, slammed the door, and slapped me on the ass. Then she walked into the kitchen to chat with Jess as if nothing had happened. I stood there in shock.

I am not sure how long I stood there, but the next thing I remember was Jess and Amber walking toward me as they both began taking off their clothes.

"Amber was just telling me how her boyfriend broke up with her after she told him about all the things we did to you last time. So...her pussy could really use some attention. I figure since it is pretty much your fault she's single again, you can help her with that problem. I also figure while you are at it you can take care of me too. That's not going to be a problem, is it?"

"No, mistress," I responded, as she pulled me to the middle of the living room, pushed me down to my knees and then onto my back. Then she pulled my hands together over my head and around the leg of the couch and secured them together. At the same time Amber had a firm grip on my erection stroking it a few times before she fastened a cock ring on. It was incredibly tight, but seemed to make my cock harder than I can ever remember it being.

Amber leaned over to whisper in my ear while Jess rose to remove her bra and panties. "I know this is a smaller ring than you are used to, but the people I sell 'toys' for tell me it will keep you harder longer, enhancing our pleasure, and keep you from cumming too soon." Then she stood up and removed the remainder of her clothes as well.

Jess kneeled down next to me and began to caress my balls before suddenly tightening her grip. "I don't care how well this thing works. You had better not come until I tell you to or you will be severely punished. Got it?!"

"Yes, mistress," I whispered, as she still held tightly to my testicles.

"Good," she followed, as she released them. "Amber, he's all yours."

With almost no hesitation Amber and her neatly-trimmed pussy were seated on my face. "I know it has only been a couple weeks since my boyfriend left me, but I have been so horny since that day I spent with you and the ladies that my vibrator just doesn't do it for me right now. I had to get more of your magic tongue," she proclaimed, as I licked her already-wet pussy.

She was not kidding either. She had at least four orgasms before she turned around and forced me to eat out her ass as well. Amber orgasmed at least once from that before she slid back to let me eat her pussy once again while she began to suck on my cock. I knew I could not cum or I would be in a lot of trouble, but licking her delicious twat was making it very hard me to concentrate.

I thought I was in the clear when she started to get up after I had brought her to her third climax since tossing her salad. That was until I heard her say, "Jess, do mind if I fuck him? I haven't had a real cock inside me in two weeks."

I looked up to my first real signs of daylight in I don't know how long, to hear my wife say, "Nope, that's fine. You probably should give his mouth a break anyways. He is going to need it when I get done with this." My vision had just cleared when I saw her plunge her vibrator back inside her and she began to moan as I am sure she had been for some time.

The next thing I knew Amber slid her wet slit down my shaft. As wet as she was she was still incredibly tight and the sensation was almost unbearable. Jess must have seen the look on my face as I began to buck up against her as she rode me.

"Don't you dare come," she barked, "or you will pay!" 

I snapped back to reality, determined to not bring any more pain or punishment upon myself until absolutely necessary.

"Yes, mistress," I grumbled, as I looked over into her determined eyes.

Just then I heard the now familiar sound of Amber climaxing once again, but this time it was different. She began to scream out in ecstasy, "Oh yes, oh Yes, OH YES, YES, YES, YES..." She continued to scream as she rode me like a bucking bronco. She began to pinch her beautiful pink nipples as her orgasm seemed to reach yet another level and she threw her head back and began to fuck me even harder than before.

My concentration was almost broken when she finally began to come back down and collapsed on top of wrapping her arms around my torso, holding her sweat glistening body to mine.

As she lay there catching her breath she gasped, "That... was... amaz..ing!" She took several more deep breaths then she whispered in my ear. "I am so glad I brought that cock ring with me too, for your sake and mine. I have a feeling Jess may not be so kind though." Then she bit down on my ear lobe before she rolled off.

I lay there catching my breath while I watched Jess walk toward me. "I bet you are pretty proud of yourself, aren't you slave? You got to eat out and fuck a pretty girl while your wife watched and you fended off your punishment," she sneered. "Well let's see how you do with out this little contraption." And then she grabbed my package and pulled the ring off with a jerk.

I winced a little as I waited for the pain to subside. Then Jess pulled out a long piece of shoestring and tied it tight around the base of my genitals. She reached up over my head and released my hands only to sit me up and secure them once again behind my back.

"I hope you're ready, slave," she jeered. "I plan to make it next to impossible for you not to come, and then I plan to punish you when you do. But first things first, get up and follow me," she commanded as she practically pulled me up by the string circling my cock and balls.

I sprang to my feet as fast as I could and followed her quickly over to the love seat where Amber now sat watching us. Jess sat right down on her lap and spread both of their legs. It was a sight to see. Two incredibly sexy, naked women sitting their legs wide open for me.

"You can take turns," Jess chimed, as she tugged on the string bringing me to my knees. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her moistness.

I was more than happy to oblige as I found a vigor I had not known before, but could only attribute to being so turned on. Amber had to slump down a bit for me to go back and forth, but she didn't seem to mind. They both seemed to be really enjoying themselves. Every few minutes Jess would pull my hair and direct me from one waiting pussy to the other.

I did not notice at first, but every time Jess pulled my head away from herself, Amber would remedy it by putting two of her fingers inside my wife while she kissed her neck. Then when she pulled my head back up she would play with my wife's nipples instead. This array of events caused my wife to climax more times than I could count and made my cock start to drip with pre-come. Amber seemed to be doing pretty well herself.

After nearly an hour Jess yanked on the string and gasped for me to stop. I rocked back on my heels and started to catch my breath while Jess slid off of Amber into the empty spot next to her on the love seat.

"Now we're going to find out how much you can take," Jess teased, "but you still can't come." My divas sat there for a couple more minutes catching their breath before Amber finally rose and released my hands from their bondage. Then she disappeared into the bedroom. Shortly thereafter Jess stood, pulled me up by my "leash", and led me into the bedroom.

There, the two ladies sat on the edge of the bed next to each other while Amber tied another identical shoestring around my boys. Then both of them got down on their knees and began to lick my cock from top to bottom. Amber even went so far as to poke her finger tip in my asshole at the same time. After several minutes they stood back up, turned around next to each other and bent over to rest their folded arms on the bed. Now the both had their beautiful bottoms and pussies presented to me.

Jess looked back over her shoulder at me and said, "I am going to pull on this string and you are going to fuck me...but you cannot come."

Then Amber said, "Then, I am going to pull on this string and you are going to fuck me, but you cannot come."

Then Jess followed. "If you can go thirty minutes without shooting your load, then you get to come in our beautiful asses."

And Amber chimed in, "But if you come before the bell rings, then we get to fuck your ass." Then she reached up under a pillow and pulled out a little digital timer and pressed start.

No sooner had she pressed the button than Jess started tugging on her string pulling me towards her. "Fuck me," she commanded, pulling harder on the string. I slid my dick inside her slippery hole and slowly went at it trying to pace myself. "I said, 'fuck me'," Jess commanded once more, pulling even tighter on the reins. Now I picked up the pace and started really giving it to her.

"My turn," Amber blurted, as she pulled on her strings. I entered her the same way I started with Jess and met the same response. She pulled harder and told me I was going to have to do better than that.

Approximately every 3-4 minutes one of them would tug on their string and make me switch. Apparently as worked up as they were, that was about all they needed since they both had two more orgasms since we started this game. This was working to my advantage as I never got enough momentum to worry about cumming even though I was now forced to really pound them every time.

I looked down at the timer and saw I only had eight minutes to go. Jess saw it too and went to work. She knew how much I loved being talked dirty to and how hard it made me come.

"You only have eight minutes to go," she taunted, while I continued to give it to her. "In eight minutes you are going to get to not only fuck my luscious ass, but Amber's virgin ass also." Then I felt the tug of Amber pulling me back over to her.

As I moved over to her my wife rolled over onto her back and began to play with her own tits and clit as she teased me. "That's right. If you can hold out for only seven more minutes you'll get to go where no man has gone before." She continued this teasing until there were only three minutes to go. Then she really got to talking.

"So what's it like putting your big, giant cock in that tight pussy? I bet you can't wait to shove it in her ass." Then she reached up and smacked Amber's ass. Not only did this draw my attention down to the pretty pink hole I wanted so badly for my own, but it also excited Amber and caused her to push back even harder at me with each thrust.




Sweet November Ch. 02



Amber looked back at me over her shoulder with piercing green eyes and said, "I can't wait until you fuck my virgin ass," and then she winked.

That was all it took. I had held it off as long as I could, but I could not hold it any longer. I came harder and stronger that I can ever remember coming and filled her up and overflowing. I fell down on top of her as I came, driving her over the edge once more. Then I looked up to see Jess smiling, holding the timer with twenty three ticks left to go. At that moment I did not even care. That was spectacular.

I rolled off of Amber and she looked over at me and winked, "You know your ass is mine, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress" I answered, catching my breath.

We all took a few more minutes to catch our breath and then Jess suggested I go get lunch first. "After all, it is almost two," she said.

"Good, that will give me time to set up," Amber cheered.

I was not sure what that meant, but I had an idea. I also knew there was nothing I could do about it. So I got their orders, put on the clothes Jess allowed me to wear out, grabbed a sports drink from the garage, and went to get lunch.

I got there and back quicker than I expected and when I returned my mistresses were nowhere to be found. Then I heard the shower running.

Jess came out shortly thereafter with a towel wrapped around her, but Amber remained in the shower. I stood there a little in shock but with a smirk on my face.

"Wipe that grin off your face," Jess told me. "I don't have to explain anything to you, slave."

"Yes, mistress," I responded, following her into the kitchen with lunch in tow.

I was made to strip completely naked before we ate; I did not even wear restraints this time. By the time I was done putting my clothes away Amber had joined us.

As we began to eat our lunch, Jess and I noticed an almost perma-smile on Amber's face. Jess had to know why.

"I am having a blast," Amber responded. "I haven't cum this much in one day in my life and it's not even three yet. Not only that, but I get to try out some new 'toys'." Then she winked at me.

Several more minutes passed as the ladies ate their sandwiches and drank their wine while I finished my sub and second sports drink. The thought passed through my mind about how I would have never guessed in a million years that I would be eating lunch with two beautiful women wrapped only in bath towels while I sat there completely naked. My thoughts were soon interrupted as Amber chugged the last of her wine, stood up, and commanded me to stand.

"Jess and I made a little bet while you were gone," Amber snickered. "I asked her how big your cock was, and she said that she didn't know; she had never measured it. She guessed it was probably about seven-and-a-half to eight inches. I said it had to be at least 9" from what I could tell. So I wagered that if I was right I got to be completely in charge for the rest of the day, but if she was right I would be her slave for the rest of the day along with you. So let's find out who wins."

The idea of these two discussing my cock size was arousing, but Amber decided to give me a little help anyway. For the third time in one day Amber dropped to her knees in front of me and began sucking my rod. It did not take long for it to be at full attention. With that Amber rose to her feet and walked over to the counter where she already had a tape measure ready to go. Then she walked back over and started to measure me.

"Is this as hard as it gets? I would hate to lose because you were holding out on me," Amber asked, and then gave me a few more long, hard strokes for good measure. Jess giggled, shaking her head a little as she sipped the rest of her wine.

Finally Amber held the tape measure up to my now throbbing member. "Nine and one quarter inches," she exclaimed, as she began to jump around, almost losing her towel.

"You're lying," Jess accused. "That can't be right." Then she walked over and yanked the tape measure from her hand and measured it herself. "I can't believe it," she mumbled, as she confirmed the measurement and raised her eyes to glare at me.

I did not know what to think. I did not know if I should be proud that it was bigger or ashamed because she thought it was smaller. At the same time should I be worried that a woman I only met for the first time two weeks ago was now in charge for the rest of the day, and should I also be worried about what consequences might arise, based on the glare I was getting from my wife?

Amber did not allow me too much time to think about it as she told me to go throw on a t-shirt and shorts real quick. When I returned she threw me the keys to her car and told me to get the boxes out of the back of her SUV and bring them in along with the bag on the front seat.

"Don't open any of them," she instructed.

Two of the boxes were pretty big and heavy, and she told me to take one to the spare bedroom and one to the basement. The other boxes and bag were relatively light and easy to manage.

On one of my final couple of trips back into the house I was surprised to find Amber had already given Jess her first orders. Amber was lying back comfortably in one of our family room chairs while Jess was obediently lapping away at her pussy. Neither was wearing the towels they had been earlier and it was quite the site to behold. Unfortunately, I did not get to watch long as Amber directed me into the master bedroom with the rest of the stuff and told me to wait there naked until she was ready.

Another twenty minutes passed before Amber appeared. "Jess doesn't have the magic tongue that you do, but there is just something about a woman's touch that does it for me," she said, as she began looking through boxes, obviously hunting something specific. "Here it is," she proclaimed. "Pick up that box and follow me. We are going to have some fun."

I followed Amber into the family room where Jess was kneeling on the floor waiting. Amber pulled a paper bag from the box, told me to set the box down, and then handed me the bag.

"Shave her," she told me. "I am going to set the rest of my stuff up while you do. When I get back I expect that to be as smooth and soft as can be. Do you understand, Slaves?"

"Yes, mistress," we responded, as she disappeared.

I opened the bag to find a small towel, some shaving gel, and a razor. Amber returned with a bowl of hot water almost immediately.

"If you get done before I return, open bag #2 and start on that. Oh, yeah. No talking." Then she disappeared again, but this time I could faintly hear her working on something in the spare bedroom so I knew she would not be back any time soon.

Jess lay back as I prepared to shave her already beautifully-trimmed pussy. I could not help but get excited as I took the towel and hot water and ran it up, down and around her slit. I enjoyed taking my time on this part. Then I coated her with the gel and dipped the razor in the water. My morning routine of shaving myself must have paid off because I had her pussy bare in just a few minutes. I took my time to wipe her off with the wet, hot towel once more and get any strays I might have missed. When I got done I think we were both impressed with my work.

After that I reached in the box to find bag #2. At first I thought it strange that she had this already worked out then I realized that there was only one more bag in the box along with several smaller boxes. I opened the bag to find eight Velcro fastening cuffs, two cross-shaped harnesses, three vibrators, two blindfolds, and some lube. Jess and I looked at each other in confusion.

Just then Amber stepped out of the spare bedroom. "Good, you're done," she chimed. "Let me inspect your work." She told Jess to lie back and spread her legs while she knelt down to check things out. Then she told Jess to hold her legs up. No sooner had she done this than Amber stuck out her tongue and licked her slowly from asshole to the top of her slit. Jess let out a little moan as Amber spoke once more.

"Now that you are both completely shaven, let me help you into your bondage. Jess we'll do you first."

We took four of the cuffs and attached them to her ankles and wrists. Then we took one of the cross-shaped harnesses and hogtied her ankles and wrists together behind her back. After that Amber put a blindfold on her and told me to lube up one of the vibrators. Then Amber grabbed one of the other vibrators and told Jess to lick it real good before she slid it into Jess's pussy. Finally she took the one I had lubed up and slowly pushed it into her ass and turned them both on their lowest setting. Jess began to moan immediately.

"Gosh, she looks sexy like that; doesn't she?" Amber commented.

"Yes, mistress," I answered.

"Now it's your turn," Amber turned to me and said and then fastened the four cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Then, just as she had with Jess, she hogtied them all together. This made me much more vulnerable than I realized. Then she lubed up the last vibrator. "Since you were so generous with the lube for your wife, I will show you the same courtesy," she whispered in my ear, as she inserted the already buzzing vibrator into my ass. My cock began to spring to life but was slightly inhibited by the carpet. When Amber saw this she flipped me onto my side saying, "It would be terrible to constrict such a beautiful cock as yours."

"What about my breasts?" Jess cried, after hearing Amber's comment.

"Ah, yes, your breasts, they are very nice. How could I forget?" she said, as she reached back into the box one last time. Then she rolled Jess over on her side and pinched each nipple. After that, she slid a clamp over each one and tightened them firmly as Jess gasped.

"I told you, 'no talking!'" Then she forced a ball gag into her mouth and clasped it around the back of her head. It was also attached by a chain to each clamp so that every time she moved her head it pulled even harder on her nipples. Then, to heighten her senses, she smacked her ass a couple times and turned the vibrators up to medium. Jess could not help but move about in both pain and pleasure.

"I was going to put the other blindfold on you, but as long as you are good I will let you lie here and enjoy the show your wife is putting on." Then she reached back and raised the intensity on my vibrator, stroked my cock a few times, licked her lips teasingly and took off for the basement assumingly to set up her last contraption.

After several minutes passed, Amber returned. "I am almost ready, but I need to go get dressed. Would you like to see a good show while I am gone?"

I nodded.

Amber reached up behind Jess and turned both vibrators on full blast. This caused her to start moaning incredibly as she threw her head back in pleasure which, in turn, intensified the feeling in her now almost-white nipples. Within seconds she began to shake violently as an orgasm that had been welling up inside of her took over her body.

She began to gasp and moan like I had never heard as she seemed to come over and over again for what must have been at least fifteen minutes until finally she jerked her head so hard she pulled the clamps loose from her nipples and she erupted in one final, intense orgasm.

Soon after she finished I felt the blindfold being pulled over my eyes. Amber must have snuck in behind me while I was watching the show.

"The show's over," she said, then she removed the vibrator from me as well as the two from Jess and then she must have let her free because I heard Amber say, "Give him something to think about while we're gone." Then I felt Jess's fingers on my balls and her lips on my rock-hard dick. It only lasted a few seconds before Amber told her to stand and I heard them leave the room and go into the spare bedroom.

I heard a lot of clattering, something that sounded a lot like spanking with a paddle or small board, followed by short cries of pain from Jess after each swat, and then more clattering.

I did not have to wait long to find out what they were up to. Amber came in behind me a short time later and began to release me.

"This is so much fun," she giggled, as she removed the final section of the harness from my ankles. She left the cuffs on my wrists as well as the blindfold in place as she told me to stand. She gave me a minute after I stood to get my balance as the blood rushing to my head made me a little dizzy. Then she grabbed me around the base of my genitals and pulled me as she began to walk. After that she grabbed my hands and positioned them to hold onto two vertical bars that were about shoulders' width apart, but held about six inches lower. Then she hooked them to the bars and removed my blindfold.

As my sight returned to me I saw Jess strapped down to the same contraption my hands were now strapped to. It looked similar to the weight bench I had in the basement except her head was down where my legs would hang off while I bench pressed. I noticed Jess's hands had been pulled back over her head and tied with some rope to the bench. Another piece of rope was wrapped around her breasts and stomach several times holding her firmly to the bench.

Then I saw that Amber had tied Jess's legs to two vertical rising posts that jutted up beside me and held her legs wide open. Taking in the sight of my wife's naked, bound body in caused my cock to twitch. That is when I realized it was positioned right at the entrance to Jess's newly-shaven pussy. That is also when I noticed her crimson red ass with marks, obviously from the wooden paddle leaning against the wall. That was when Amber finally spoke from behind me.

"Your wife's pussy looks so delicious right now, but I thought it would be even better with your cream filling. So you are going to fill her up for me. If you take too long, I am going to have to spank you." With that she stepped around next to me and leaned over to pick up the large wooden paddle off the floor. That was the first time I had the chance to see the outfit she had put on, and my jaw nearly hit the floor when she turned back around.

The closest thing I can think of to describe it was Catwoman. To start things off she was wearing black patent leather boots with a 3-4" heel. They wrapped tightly around her sexy legs to the middle of her thigh and zipped up the back and accentuated her tight butt perfectly.

She wore no panties which drew my eyes right to the neatly-trimmed thin patch of red hair on her pussy before I raised my gaze to see a corset that looked as though it had been cut from the same piece of leather as the boots. It hugged her beautiful form and pushed up her perfect, milky white breasts giving me just the slightest peek of her pink nipples where the corset stopped.

She wore matching leather gloves that extended past her elbows and a simple black choker, which along with her upward drawn hair really set off her dominatrix look.

"You can stop drooling now," she ordered. "You have work to do. I will give you five minutes to fill your wife's pussy. After that you will receive five swats for every thirty seconds you go over." She paused just a couple of seconds to grab her timer from a box in the corner before shouting, "Go!" and starting the timer.

As hard as I was from looking at Amber in her new ensemble I knew I could get this done in no time. That was, until I realized Jess was not going to make this any easier on me. She had taken her swats, so as far as she was concerned I should get some too. Jess couldn't escape but the look on her face told me there probably was not going to be any dirty talk either. To make things even harder Amber must have wiped Jess clean and dry before I walked in, making penetration nearly impossible.

That was when I realized the cuffs were attached but not locked into place. So, I got down on my knees and dove in. I licked and sucked her just the way I knew she liked it to get the best results, but probably in my haste didn't go slow enough to be effective. Nevertheless I returned to my feet after what I deemed a reasonable effort and then slid my cock right in.

I tried talking to Jess hoping she would reciprocate, but I soon learned that I didn't stand a chance. Luckily Amber still was standing in my line of sight as she kept time. That, and my wife bound naked, was all the motivation I needed as I pounded away to the finish line and blew my load.

With no hesitation at all Amber stepped up and released my wrists, walked me over to a chair in the corner, and fastened them again to the chair.

"I like it fresh," she grinned, as she took her finger and slid it along the base of my cock wiping off the last of my come before putting her leather-bound finger to her lips. Then she quickly dove toward Jess.

It was like a whirlwind watching her lick and suck my wife like crazy. In almost no time at all I heard the familiar sound of Jess coming. This seemed to push Amber to an even higher gear as she continued. I sat and watched in awe as she drove my wife from one orgasm to another as Jess wrestled with the bindings that held her.

Finally Amber rose to her feet and stepped towards me. She grabbed my head and began to kiss me savagely. The taste of Jess's and my cum filled my mouth as her tongue danced with mine. When she finally released me from our lip lock she fell back on the floor in seeming exhaustion.

I watched her beautiful breasts rise and fall as she lay there, catching her breath. Then she rolled over to reach the spot on the floor where she dropped the timer when I finished. She held it up to me to show me the time. I could not believe the time: 9 minutes and 37 seconds.

"I told Jess that if she kept quiet and did not come, I would let her do half," Amber said. "By my calculations that is 45 swats—23 for each of us."

I started to correct her, but then thought better of it when I saw the gleam in her eye. She had thrown out the bait, but I was not biting.

Amber walked over to release Jess and told her to grab that box and go get dressed. I could not help but notice the rope marks on her body as she scampered out the door.

Then she walked over to me and said, "You do realize Jess blames you for this, so you are really going to get it when it is her turn." After that she released my hands and fastened them behind my back, attached a collar and leash around my neck, and led me down to the basement.

When we got down there I saw that there was a curtain up keeping me from seeing the rest of the room. The only thing on this side was a lone wooden chair which Amber sat down on and pointed for me to kneel beside. "We'll wait here for Jess," she told me. "No, I have a better idea. This chair is cold. You bend over and I will sit on you," she instructed.

This was especially hard with my hands still bound behind me, but I did as I was told and was rewarded by feeling her cool, tight ass on my back.

A few minutes more passed before Jess came prancing down the stairs. "You look delicious," Amber proclaimed licking her lips. "You are going to make a fine assistant with our next task."

"Thank you, mistress," Jess responded, as I raised my eyes to see her.

She was wearing a much simpler outfit than Amber but just as jaw-dropping. She wore no shoes but the top and panties looked as though they had been cut from the same piece of leather as Amber's. The panties were thongs, but seemed to dip lower in the front than normal drawing my attention to her luscious navel. The bra was very small and simple and pushed her ample breasts upward causing my mouth to water. Her hair was pulled back similarly to Ambers, but she wore a collar with a d-ring in place of the choker and no gloves.

Finally Amber stood, and pulled on my leash to make me stand and follow her and Jess to the other side of the curtain. There were two pieces of equipment this time: the stocks Amber had brought with her last time and another piece which was still covered by a sheet. Amber undid my hands and then pulled my head and hands into place and locked them in. Meanwhile Jess was adjusting the height forcing me to push my ass back further and bend over more giving them optimum ass paddling space.




Sweet November Ch. 02



Amber stood before me and placed a ball gag in mouth and pulled it tight around the back of my head. Then she told me, "Jess and I are going to take turns. She will do ten. Then I will do ten. Then she will do ten more. Then I will do ten more. Then we will each do our last three...I have a special paddle for those last few."

I watched as Jess looked through a box full of different spanking devices that Amber had brought with her, before she selected a handle with fifteen-to-twenty 18" leather cords coming off of it. Shortly after she stepped around back, she slapped my ass a couple times with it and paused. Then she really got the hang of it and started to lay into me. I was only slightly relieved when the tenth one hit, knowing I still had a ways to go.

Amber had already selected a wooden spatula as her tool of choice and quickly peppered my ass with swats all over. I could really feel it burning now.

Jess had disappeared for a minute when I heard her coming down the stairs. She had retrieved the paddle from the spare bedroom. It was about two-and-a-half feet long with holes drilled in it that allowed the air to flow through when she swung it. As bad as it looked; it hurt even worse. I was glad to have the ball gag at this point.

Amber smiled at me as she pulled a leather belt from the box. "All this B&D gets me so wet," she said, as she pushed two fingers in her snatch before holding them under my nose to smell. The burning of my ass subsided slightly as I took it in. Then she disappeared behind me once again and began to strike my already sore bottom.

This time there was only a short pause before I felt simultaneous slaps on each cheek three times in a row as they finished their barrage. I thought I was going to bite through the gag. "Perfect," I heard them say, as they were obviously admiring their work.

I felt Amber's leather-clad hand rub over my bottom and up my torso as she approached the front of the stocks. I looked to see she had a mirror in her hand. She raised it up for me to see. I saw in the reflection Jess holding a similar mirror in which I saw the reflection of my bright red bottom with the word "SLAVE" embossed 3 times on each cheek in an even brighter shade. I knew it would be some time before I could sit comfortably again.

Amber decided to give herself a little treat and lay down on the floor in front of me and told Jess to remove her panties and come sit on her face. It did not take long for her to decide that was not good enough and they switched to a 69 position and began to eat each other out.

I watched and recovered for twenty minutes while they went at it. Finally Amber pushed Jess off of her and stood up and removed the gag from my mouth while Jess replaced her panties. Then she released me from the stocks and led me by my leash to a spot on the floor to lie down and recover some more.

"It's nearly 8:30 and I am starving," Amber announced. "I am going to order some pizza. I will be right back. Sit here and keep an eye on him. Don't move and don't talk," she told Jess.

Several minutes passed before she returned and said to me, "I hope you didn't forget that you still owe me."

I looked at her a little puzzled.

"That ass is mine," she chimed, and then pulled the sheet off of the mystery contraption. "One of my suppliers just sent this to me for a trial run. I can't wait to test it out."

It looked kind of like two saw horses joined together with a square piece of wood to make a table, but there seemed to be some sort of hole at one end and hooks and loops scattered about.

Amber told Jess to bring me over. Jess grabbed my leash and stood me before Amber. Amber undid my leash from my collar and pushed me down on to the wooden platform. First she and Jess grabbed each of my wrists and stretched me as far as I could reach before hooking the cuffs in place. Then Amber grabbed my package and forced it through the hole in the table. After that, she pulled a small lever and I felt a guillotine-like piece drop down and lock my cock and balls in place. Amber crawled underneath and pulled a little on my boys to admire their new restraint.

Then Jess grabbed my collar, pulled my head down and fastened the collar to a clasp on the table. Finally my legs, which were practically dangling as I stood on the tips of my toes, were tied spread open to the legs of the contraption. This no longer allowed me to support myself and now my wrists, legs, neck, and cock and balls were bound to the extreme. Then, when I thought nothing else could be done, Amber stepped to the front of the contraption and began to turn a crank. This caused the front of the table to lower as it raised my ass in the air.

Amber clapped her hands as she admired her new toy, both me and the contraption. Then she told Jess, "Lube him up a little and rub a little lotion on his butt to ease the pain of the spankings while I go get ready." Then she grabbed a box and disappeared behind the curtain while Jess got me ready.

The lotion and the lube both felt good on my red-hot bottom, but knowing what was coming did not allow me to enjoy it much. Then Amber came around the curtain with her strap-on in place. It looked bigger than the others from last time and Amber must have seen that observation in my eyes.

"Last time I brought some mid-size ones with me, but this time I brought one that was just as long and thick as you. Now you can feel what we feel," she said, as she stroked it, taunting me.

Just as she was about to enter me, the doorbell rang. "Crap, I forgot about the pizza. Jess go answer the door and bring him here. I'll give him the money and maybe a tip," Amber sneered.

I did not like the sounds of that and started hoping maybe he would not come down. Then I realized what Jess was wearing and knew there was no chance of that. Moments later my fears were confirmed as Jess came down the stairs and around the curtain with the delivery guy. The look on his face was priceless. The kid couldn't have been a day over 17 and had certainly only seen this kind of thing on his computer while surfing porn and beating off.

I do not know if he was more turned on by the way the ladies were dressed or more terrified by seeing me strapped down with a crimson red ass and Amber's fake black cock perched at my back door.

Amber turned around and pointed to the chair. "Put the pizza right there and I will have your money in a second. You don't mind getting your tip first. Do you?" she asked.

"I guess that depends," he stammered.

"Jess, take off his pants." Amber commanded. He put up a little fight, but Jess soon had them off and he stood there in just his delivery shirt. His hands were folded in front of him trying to hide his already rising penis. He was only about 5' 9" and maybe 120 lbs., soaking wet, and it was very obvious that he was uncomfortable as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Now, Jess, get him nice and hard while I get what I came for," Amber said, as she grabbed my waist and pushed her double-sided dildo into me. It took several thrusts before she got it most of the way in and decided that was as far as she should go. It did not take nearly as long for Jess to suck the young delivery boy's cock to attention. It was only about six inches long, but it appeared to have the thickness of a soup can. I could see from the look in Jess's eyes she really did not want to stop sucking on it, but she figured she should do as she was told.

"I'll be right back," Amber promised, as she pulled her dildo from my ass. "Good job," she told Jess. "Now lie down right there." Then she pulled Jess's hands over her head and tied them to the leg of the table that I was on. After that she slid Jess's panties off and told the kid she was going to give him a "tip" on pleasing the ladies. (I could not believe Amber was doing this, but at the same time part of me was glad it was not me she was giving the tip with.)

Then she told him to lick her pussy slowly top to bottom. While he started to follow his instructions, she walked back over and shoved her "cock" back in my ass and proceeded to go to town. She gave him a few more instructions while she continued to work on me and then told him that as soon as Jess came, then he could fuck her.

From the look on Jess's face he seemed to be doing a pretty good job and it would not be long now, but I did not see or hear her come because Amber began to climax right before, causing her to really start to ride me as she screamed out before she collapsed on top of me.

When I finally looked up the boy had just finished fucking my wife and they both lay there panting. Quickly he realized that he had to get back to work, pulled his pants back on and ran up the steps.

"You forgot your money," Amber called out.

"This one's on me," he called back, as he ran out the front door.

Amber picked herself up off of me, pulled her dildo and harness off, and knelt down next to Jess. Then she pried her legs open and began to lick out the most recent deposit. She dove into Jess's pussy like a hunger-driven wolf with a fresh kill. When she finished she untied Jess's hands and kissed her full on the mouth and thanked her for being a good sport.

"Yes, mistress," she said with her mouth, but "my pleasure," she said with the rest of her body.

Then the two ladies picked up the pizza and headed up the stairs. "We'll be back for you later," Amber called, as they left me bound helplessly.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I felt the tip of Amber's dildo being pushed to my lips. Only this time Jess was wearing it instead. Before I had full realization of what was going on, she was thrusting it in and out of my mouth.

"Suck her dick real good," Amber commanded me. "I'm not sure there's enough lube back there for another round. So you'd better do a good job. "

After a few more thrusts, Jess pulled it from my lips and stepped up behind me. She apparently still had some fire left in her because she reached forward and grabbed my hair as she pushed it into me. (She liked it when I pulled her hair when I took her from behind, so I can only assume she wanted to know what it was like.)

I did my best to take everything she could dish out, but she was really giving it to me and I soon found myself gripping the table with everything I had and wishing I had something to bite down on. Not much later I felt her smacking my ass as she began to talk dirty to me. Then she started moaning as she began to climax.

She released my hair, but grabbed my shoulders which gave her even better leverage as she drove toward the peak of her orgasm. Finally she cried out in ecstasy and fell down on top of me. My cock was now dripping with pre-come, but they did not seem to notice.

After she caught her breath the ladies released me and left me a couple pieces of pizza and a pop to enjoy when I was ready. Then Amber said, "There is one more thing you are going to do for me before I go, but you can take your time and join us in about twenty minutes."

I sat as comfortably as I could for several minutes, trying to relieve some of the pain in my ass, wrists, and legs before I finally began to eat. I must have been hungrier than I realized because I ate the pizza they gave me in no time flat. I rested for a couple minutes more before I made the trek up the stairs.

When I got to the top of the steps I heard some noise coming from the spare bedroom once again. I opened the door to find Amber and Jess were now both completely naked, just as I was. However, Amber was lying where Jess had been before. Her legs were spread wide and tied up to the vertical bars. She also had her hands tied down to her sides, but no rope around her torso.

"I wanted to try this out before I left," Amber told me. "So you are going to fuck me one last time while your wife straddles my face."

I was still pretty wound up from all the day's events so I was more than happy to end it on a good note. Jess positioned herself over Amber's face and I grabbed the bars and slammed my cock into Amber's pussy. All of the day's activities began to race through my mind as I looked down at her hot, young body and thrust over and over into her. It did not take long for me to come.

When I finished I looked to see Amber still licking voraciously at Jess's pussy. I watched for a while until I realized Amber could be doing this all night and Jess just might let her. I was exhausted, so I said good night, walked to my room, found my place on the floor and went to sleep. 



Sweet November Ch. 03



Monday, November 4th

My alarm went off right on time at 5:00 a.m. I could still feel the effects of the previous day on my ass as I walked towards the bathroom to get ready. As I showered I checked to see if there was any visible bruising. I was happy to find none except for the outline of "SLAVE" on my ass six times. I smiled a little and just shook me head.

When I came out of the shower I opened my panty drawer to find a note:

Slave,

Do not worry about breakfast this morning. Go have another helping of Amber. You earned it. 

When I opened the piece of paper the rest of the way I found a Polaroid of Amber still strapped where she was last night. Apparently Jess had decided to not let her go, yet.

I walked down to the spare bedroom and opened the door. Sure enough, there was Amber asleep, still tied down. Jess had untied her legs so she would be more comfortable, but left her arms tied so there was no way she could escape. I walked down to the end where her head was and began to rub the tip of my cock against her lips until she woke up.

When she woke up she was not very happy and ordered me to let her go.

I said, "You aren't in charge anymore, and my Diva said I could have you if I wanted." Then I shoved my semi-hard cock in her already-agape mouth and told her, "Get me hard, so I can fuck your pussy before I go to work. Then maybe Jess will let you go."

Her talented mouth went to work and I was hard in no time. Then I pulled it from her lips and stepped to the other end, had a quick taste of her sweet pussy, threw her legs over my shoulders, and then plunged my cock deep inside her over and over until I was ready to explode. Then I pulled my dick out and stroked it until I shot my jism all over her fabulous tits and stomach.

After that I walked back over to her and made her lick it clean before I walked out and closed the door once more without saying a word. Then I went back to my room, put my lavender "Monday" panties on, finished getting ready for work, kissed Jess goodbye and left.

My day at work was relatively uneventful. However, in spite of it being a quieter time of year, I was able to schedule a couple showings for later in the week for some people coming in from out of town. This made not being able to sit comfortably less of an issue as it gave me a reason to get out of the office and walk through the houses I would be showing later.

I had not been through a couple of them as they were not my listings, but definitely the type of house and the area these customers were looking for. After looking through all the houses I saw that it was getting near closing time and decided to just head on home.

When I arrived at home I noticed Amber's SUV was still sitting out front. 'Jess couldn't really have kept her tied up all day. Could she?' I thought to myself, as I pulled into the garage. As I started to open the door into the house I noticed the hanger and remembered to strip before entering. After I hung up my business wear, I found my cuffs and collar next to the step, put those on and entered the house once again wearing only my restraints and my "panties of the day."

After I hung up my clothes I walked into the family room to find Jess and Amber sitting there just chatting. They looked up briefly and then quickly returned to their conversation. I sensed from the atmosphere that tonight was not to be a continuation of the events from the prior day. Jess and Amber were both wearing simple jeans and t-shirts and were drinking a couple waters as they chatted.

I did not have to wait much longer before Amber finished her last thoughts on the topic they were discussing and stood as if she were preparing to leave. "Don't worry," Amber said mockingly, "I am not going to hurt you. Jess had told me earlier that you were her slave for the whole month, and I didn't believe her. So I had to stay around and see for myself. Now I see it wasn't just a weekend thing, like last time, and I am hoping maybe I can come around again later for some more fun."

Then she walked behind me to get her coat from the closet, and smacked my tender ass once as she bid my wife good bye. Then she left out the front door.

"Come over and sit next to me on the couch," Jess beckoned. "Did you enjoy your treat this morning?" she asked as I found my place next to her.

"Yes, mistress, thank you," I responded, as she began to remove my cuffs and collar.

"I am still tired from yesterday and helping Amber with all her stuff today, so we are just going to take it easy tonight," Jess informed me, as my last cuff came off. "I would let you change completely, but I just love seeing you in those panties. I also have a feeling that with your knack for healing quickly, the "SLAVE" marks won't last long, so I have to take advantage of that." She winked at me and then headed into the kitchen.

I started to get up and follow her when I saw her coming back with a bag and a couple of plates. "I had a hankering for some Chinese food; so I had some delivered just before you got home," she told me, as she returned to her seat next to me and turned on the TV to a movie she already had cued up for us to watch.

"Wow," I thought. "I really am going to get to take it easy tonight," and then I started to enjoy my supper as the movie began.

We must have both been even more tired than I realized. I woke up on the couch with Jess lying next to me. It was just after midnight and our TV now just glowed blue. I slid out from behind my wife and got up to clean up the dishes before returning to carry her off to bed. Then I went back and turned off the TV and DVD player, threw our trash away, and then returned to the bedroom to find my place on the floor. I quickly fell back to sleep.

Tuesday, November 5th............

The alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. just as before. I went about my morning routine like normal. When I opened my drawer to get my powder blue "Tuesday" panties I found no notes so I finished getting dressed and proceeded to the kitchen. Today I made blueberry pancakes for Jess and delivered them to her with a few extra minutes to spare.

I took that time to unload the dishwasher and do a quick tidy-up in the bathroom before heading off to work.

When I got to my office I was surprised to see I already had a message on my phone. It was Jess telling me how great the pancakes were and that I better get home by 5:30, because she was rested up and had plans for me.

I took a quick look at my planner to make sure that was not going to be a problem. I had a realtor's meeting this morning to walk through some new listing, a lunch appointment with a potential commercial client, and then I am showing a few houses to a lady from out of town at 2:00 p.m. It appeared as though I should be able to make it home on time. That should make her happy.

The day was going pretty much as planned. I ran through 3 houses with the other realtors. My lunch went well and looked to be a very promising lead. Now I was heading back to the office to gather a few things in preparation for my appointment at two. When she called yesterday she told me that her husband had died recently and she wanted to move back to the area where she had grown up. She also told me about a house she knew she wanted to look at, but encouraged me to show her others like it just in case it did not turn out as she hoped.

I wanted to make sure we landed on the right house today since I knew she was only go to be here until tomorrow morning because there were things she had to tend to with her estate.

I was just printing out a map to the houses to make best use of our time when a brand new Mustang pulled up. It was just before two, but this certainly could not be the widow I was expecting. This woman could not have been but 30-33 years old. She had shoulder-length blond hair and must work out. This you could tell by her amazing legs and dynamite ass hidden beneath her finely tailored business jacket and matching skirt. The red lipstick she wore not only matched her suit, but her car as well.

By now she was reaching for the door to the building my office was in and I was walking to greet her. "Are you Helen?" I asked.

"Yes, I am," she replied

"Great," I responded. "Are you ready to see what I've got prepared for you?"

"Sure, but are we going to be able to see the one I asked about as well?" she asked.

"Absolutely, you will be happy to know the couple that lived there moved out to Boston about a month-and-a-half ago and the house is ready for immediate occupancy," I said testing the waters a bit to see how quick she would be willing to move.

"Great," she followed up. "Let's go see that one first."

"No problem," I responded, throwing my freshly printed map in the trash and grabbing my briefcase. Then I opened the door out for her and we walked toward the parking lot.

"Nice car," I commented.

"It's a rental," came her response.

"Oh," I stammered.

"I know," she said, "we match. The girl at the counter thought that was funny too."

I could not help but chuckle a little at her disgust. She soon realized it actually was a little funny and had a good laugh too. "You want to ride with me or follow?" I asked.

"I'll just follow," she replied. "That way you don't have to bring me back."

"It's really no problem," I countered.

"That's okay," she called back, as we separated and went to our respective cars.

The whole drive over to the house all I could think about was how young she looked and how she was the total opposite of what I expected. "She did sound good on the phone," I thought, but I learned a long time ago that rarely ends up the way you expect. I guess this time was the exception.

After about a twenty-minute drive down country roads we pulled into the driveway of the house she had been inquiring about. It was not what I would have expected a woman like her to have picked out. It was off the road a ways, backed right up the woods, which gave a sense of privacy and seclusion without the necessity of a fence. It was a simple 1600 square-foot ranch with a walk-out basement. The house was built only a couple years back by a builder known for building fantastic smaller homes. It had 2 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a beautiful kitchen that opened up to the great room, and a completely finished basement, but she wanted to walk around the outside first.

I followed closely behind as she trekked around the house looking over the landscaping and checking out the hot tub for a brief moment. It did not take long before I noticed she was obviously getting cold and offered to show her around inside. "I turned the heat on yesterday while I was here, so it should be much warmer inside," I said, gesturing towards the front door.

"Good idea," she responded with a shiver, and stepped inside as I opened the door.

I gave her a little time to get the lay of the land and take it all in. The house looked quite a bit bigger on the inside than you would have expected from the outside. The vaulted ceilings and the open floor plan were a real plus, and the stone fireplace seemed to excite her as well. "Wait 'til you see the basement. It's great for entertaining. I know you said that was something you wanted to be able to do."

She headed down the open staircase almost immediately. She took a quick walk around, checking out the little kitchenette as well as the full bath. She conferred that it would in fact be a great place to entertain. She especially liked the fact that the porch walked right out to the hot tub. "It wasn't on my list of 'must haves'," she admitted, "but I've always wanted a hot tub. Now let's go finish the tour of the main level."

I followed her up the stairs which put her tight little ass right at eye level as I took each step. I shook my head and must have coughed a little as I hit the top step. She turned and caught me looking and asked me what I was thinking.

I was thinking, 'Damn, that is one fine ass,' but there was no way I was going to tell her that. So, being the quick thinker that any good sales man has to be I told her, "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about our phone conversation the other day."

"Yeah, what were you thinking?" she asked.

I scratched my head, "I guess I am just a little surprised how young you are. Maybe that sounds bad, and I apologize, but you have to be the only Helen I have met that is our age and I guess I associate 'widow' with an older age group." I paused for a second. "Like I said, 'I'm sorry' I shouldn't have said anything. Losing your husband had to be hard."

"Don't worry about it," Helen responded. "First off Helen was my grandma's name, so that's where that came from. I actually like it."

"Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful name," I interrupted, "I just wasn't expecting you."

"I will take that as a compliment," she smiled. "As for dealing with my husband's death, it really hasn't been that hard. He was a workaholic and a creep. I had long since forgotten why I married him in the first place. But he made a ton of money and I liked spending it, so I stuck around. He died about a month ago when he drove off the road and hit a tree after another night of drinking late. Frankly I wasn't surprised." She hesitated for a few seconds. "Wow, that must've sounded really heartless."

"Not as much as you might think," I said. "Let's take a look at the kitchen. This is my favorite part of the house." I quickly tried to change the subject before she realized how terrible that really did sound.

As we stepped into the kitchen I tried to point out some of its better features, but in the back of my mind I was just glad I got her to believe that I wasn't staring at her ass by telling her I thought she would have been older. She must have bought it. She also must have finally warmed up because she decided to take off her suit jacket and drape it over one of the stools surrounding the bar in the kitchen.

I tried to act like I did not even notice her perky tits encased in the silky white blouse she was wearing as I continued to show her the stainless steel appliances and the dark cherry cabinets, but frankly I don't know if what I was saying made any sense because I was far too distracted. Finally I gave up on the kitchen and suggested we check out the master bedroom.

"Actually this is half the reason I wanted to see this house," she responded. "I had looked at it in an online tour and really liked it; so I saved looking at it 'til last to make sure I liked the rest of the house." Then she stepped inside and looked around.

The bedroom was naturally lit with a couple skylights as well as had a romantic feel about it. The bathroom tapered off into the corner and contained not only a beautiful multi-head glass brick shower, but a whirlpool bathtub as well. She also loved the sophisticated look of the two sinks and the mirror that looked as though it came straight from a Hollywood dressing room.

Then she passed through the bathroom to the enormous walk-in closet. As she looked through it I thought, 'I don't remember seeing an online tour for this house, but I guess I could have missed it,' and then I followed her in. I watched as she opened the drawers on the built in island and admired the closet space. Then I watched her walk to the end of the closet and pull on some shelves that I thought were attached to the wall.

"This is my favorite part," she said, as she opened a secret door hidden behind the shelves.

"How did you know that was there? I didn't know that was there," I said, as I followed her in.

"I told you, 'I saw it online'," she chimed, innocently.

I could not believe my eyes. The room looked like a dungeon from the dark ages. There was an old beat-up bench in the corner, and an old wooden chair next to it. There were chains hanging from the faux stone wall, as well as old-fashioned stocks, and other bondage devices spread about. I looked up at Helen as she looked around like a kid in a candy store.

"Tell me where exactly did you see this online?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. The previous owners are members on a bondage website I frequent and they had posted pictures of their 'dungeon' a time or two. When they had to move they decided to leave it this way. I guess they figured people like them would enjoy it, and other people probably would never find it,"

I just stood there in partial shock and intrigue.

Then she said, "I just have one more question: what is rule number one?"

"Excuse me?" I asked sincerely, thinking she was referring to a real estate rule I was not familiar with.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, as she changed her tone to a more forceful one. "I guess you didn't hear me, slave. I said, 'What is rule number 1?'"

"Oh, crap," I thought. "She just said the magic word and now I have to do whatever she tells me. How does she know about that?"

I quickly dropped to my knees and bowed my head, "Rule number one is: the Diva is in charge. Anytime a diva calls you must go immediately."

"Good," she responded. "Now strip down to your cute little panties and let's see what I've got to work with here."

As I started to strip I looked briefly at my watch and noticed it was a quarter-past three. "Don't worry," she said, as if she were reading my mind. "You will get home in time. Your wife won't need to know."

As I removed my last piece of clothing and stood before her in just my panties I saw that she was now just wearing a white lace bra and a matching thong. They seemed to almost glow against her well-tanned body. She walked around me tracing her painted nails across my ribs, down my arm, over my goose bump ridden bottom, and up the other arm until she stood in front of me once more. Without her heels on she was only about 5'5", but she looked very athletic and trim. At this point my cock was pushing hard against the silk panties leaving little to the imagination.

"I have to say, I am impressed. Your wife wrote about her little fun on the site, but she never mentioned how handsome you were," she purred, as she slid my panties around my ankles and took my cock in her mouth. She worked on me for several minutes taking me to the very edge before she stopped. Then she stood up still holding firmly to my member and said, "If you do a good job, I'll let you come, but you have to do a very good job first."

Then she raised her arms and instructed me to help her out of her remaining clothes. Her bra clasped in the front and when I let her glorious tits free they seemed to almost hover where they were. They were easily the perkiest I'd ever laid eyes on. 

"Touch them," she commanded, and I did, a little surprised to find they were all natural.

"Squeeze them," she barked, and I did.

"Pinch them," she moaned, and I took her ¾-inch long nipples between my fingers and began to squeeze and twist them.

"Now, suck them," she begged, and I obeyed with happiness until she pushed me away and told me to remove her already-moist panties.

I licked my lips at the sight of the only naturally blond pussy I had ever seen in my life. Her hair was thick, but trimmed nicely and I could not wait. Unfortunately she could.

"I want you to lock me in these chains and whip me," she told me. I hesitated. "Now," she commanded, as she stood facing the 'stone' wall with her arms stretched high.

I took the shackles and bound her feet and then her hands. As I stepped back to retrieve the whip from its spot on the wall I stopped and thought to myself, 'that may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen.' Her tan body was toned to near-perfection and her tits seem to rest in mid-air. Her ass jutted back just right with the perfect curves leading down to her majestic legs. And here I was about to riddle it with marks from the whip in my hand.

"I want 13," she told me. "Three for us to get warmed up on and get the blood flowing...and then I want you to really give it to me on the last ten."




Sweet November Ch. 03



I did exactly as I was told. I am glad she gave me the warm-ups because I had never used a real whip before and it appeared to get her ready as well. When I finally struck her with the first of the ten she really let out a scream. I hesitated.

"Again," she yelled, and I obliged over and over again. By the time I was finished, her back had red marks everywhere and she was panting heavily. Her eyes were filled with tears as I released her bonds, but there was an obvious smell of sex in the air as she begged me to fuck her.

I could not believe how wet she was as I laid her down on the wooden bench and pushed my cock into her dripping pussy. I was so turned on by all that had gone on that it took me no time at all to really pick up the pace. She encouraged me by moaning and screaming with every thrust until we both came simultaneously.

"I'll take it," she mumbled.

"What?" I asked

"The house, I'll take it; whatever they're asking I'll take it," she blurted, as she stumbled over to put her clothes back on.

"Please, mistress, one last thing," I begged. "Please let me eat your pussy."

"No, I'll take the house, that isn't necessary," she responded. "You no longer need to serve me."

"Helen, please," I pleaded. "For a woman as beautiful as you are, I want to do it. This has nothing to do with the house."

"Well I did read that you did enjoy that quite a bit and that you were actually quite good. Who am I to deny a man who yearns to give me pleasure?" she said, as she walked over and sat in the old wooden chair and spread her legs.

I crawled over to her and began to lap at the folds of her beautiful pussy as she leaned back and began to run her fingers through my hair. Then I pushed my tongue inside and began to search out her clit as I licked and sucked slowly while she moaned. As I rolled my tongue back and forth over her most sensitive parts her breathing became even heavier.

"Oooh, you are good," she cooed, as she continued to slide her fingers through my hair. I kept the pace slow and steady for several more minutes getting her closer and closer to her boiling point. Then I heard her breathing get even deeper and took my cue to take her over the edge. I began to kiss her clit softly before I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck. At the same time I began to hum deep in my throat to enhance the sensation.

The next thing I knew she was pulling my hair and had wrapped her legs around me as she began to pant and moan harder than ever. It did not take long for her to scream out, "Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over again as she flooded my face with her delicious nectar. Finally she released me and then leaned forward, grabbed me and kissed me passionately before lying back to catch her breath.

Later as we dressed and prepared to go our separate ways Helen told me, "I am serious about the house. Here is my lawyer's card. In the morning, fax him over the pertinent information and I will bring you a check next Monday." Then she looked at her watch and saw that it was about ten after five and told me that I had better get going.

We quickly headed out the door and locked up the house and I headed home. I checked myself in the mirror a few times on the short drive home as I tried to fix my hair a little bit. Luckily the house I just showed was closer to home for me than my office so I was making good time and decided to stop real quick at a local fast food joint to use the restroom to clean up a bit. I got right in and out and continued on my way. Shortly thereafter I was pulling up my driveway and changing my clothes in the garage.

When I walked into the house, I hung up my clothes and was immediately met by Jess. "I want steak tonight," she told me, handing me the apron I used when I grilled.

I could not believe she was going to make me grill in this outfit. I was only slightly concerned about being seen by the neighbors. Because of the way our deck was set up I would be partially blocked from sight. I was more concerned about the fact that it was only about forty degrees outside. I stood there a minute hoping she would allow me to wear something else but to no avail.

I grabbed the bag of charcoal, got the grill started and came back in while I waited for the coals to burn to their desired level. "How did your showing go today?" Jess asked as I closed the patio door.

"Good," I answered. "She is supposed to be back next Monday with a check."

Then we discussed the house selling part of the day for a while before I headed back out to throw the steaks on the grill. As I pushed the coals around to get them just the way I liked I thought about our conversation.

Initially I thought she was trying to get me to admit to what happened, but now I was wondering if she was hoping I did not find about her membership to that bondage web site. I threw the steaks on the grill and headed back inside shivering. Nothing more was said about the day and I think my suspicion was confirmed.

After a few more minutes I went back out, flipped the steaks, and added some seasoning Jess really liked. Then I returned to wait some more. That is when I saw Jess setting up candles all over the dining room and spreading rose petals about. She had changed into a very sexy negligee that came down just to the bottom of her ass. I wondered what she had in store. It sure looked good to me.

A few more minutes passed and I went back out and got the steaks and brought them into the dining room to enjoy with the rest of the food I had prepared. I took off my apron and sat down and tried to get the shivering to subside. I was so cold that my dick had apparently sought out shelter and was barely able to be found.

As we began to eat I hoped I would warm up so as to not ruin our evening. As we finished our last bites I had finally stopped shivering and it appeared I would be ok. I took the dishes into the kitchen while Jess finished "preparing" the room.

Jess walked up behind me while I was putting the final dish in the dish washer and reminded me about the couple things I had left out by the grill. I quickly went to retrieve them. To my horror I heard the door close and lock behind me and Jess hollered through the glass that she would be back in ten minutes.

I thought I was going to freeze. The grill still had a little life left in it, but it wasn't close to being as warm as what it was before. I was finding it nearly impossible to keep warm as I rolled myself into a ball.

After what seemed life forever, Jess finally returned and opened the door. "Follow me," she commanded. I followed closely, shivering like crazy. "Lie down on your stomach," she said, pointing to the table in the dining room.

I did as I was told. She pulled off my panties and replaced my leather cuffs with furry ones which were already attached to the four corners of the table. Then she walked up behind me and patted me on the ass a little and outlined the now-faint letters that spelled "SLAVE".

After that she reached up under me and began to caress my soft, cold penis. "That just isn't going to do," she said, as she worked it until it was warm and hard. "That's better," she approved, and released it.

Meanwhile all I can think about is how that is the only part on my body that is warm. Then she walked to the back of the table and pulled, loosening the leaves in the middle and stretching my arms and legs even further. As she walked to the middle I noticed there were now a couple slots in the middle of the table where the leaves were separated. Jess began to move some of the leaves back together until there was no only one bigger slot right under my crotch.

"I really liked that contraption Amber brought with her the other day," Jess teased, as she grabbed my cock and balls and slid them into the open area before cautiously sliding the table partially back together holding them firmly in place. Then she reached up under the table and gave me a few good strokes to make sure everything was okay.

That was when the questions started. "What was her name?"

"What?" I asked.

She reached for one of the many glowing candles and let some hot wax drip on my cold skin. I could not help but yelp a little.

"I checked the website while you were grilling the steaks," Jess said, "What was her name?"

"Helen," I answered, now knowing that the cat was out of the bag for both of us.

She continued to berate me with question after question while dripping hot wax on my ice cold body whether I answered the questions right or not. The intense sensation on my skin made me want to flinch with every splash, but the firm grip the table had on my jewels kept me in place.

It wasn't long before I had told her everything that happened. I had red candle wax splashed from my shoulders, to my back, on my ass, and over my legs. I had never felt something so intense before and I could tell my cock was reacting.

Jess put down her candle and pulled a chair up next to the table. "Helen, huh? Her name online is 'TrophyWife71'. You know what's really funny?" she asked, as she reached under the table and began to stroke my cock. "She said the exact same thing online as you just told me here. I just poured the wax on for fun. By the way, she did say that you do, in fact, have a magic tongue." Then she began to pull harder as if she were milking me.

"When I get done here, you are going to take a shower and clean all that wax off. Don't worry, any marks you have will be gone by morning. Then you are going to meet me in the bedroom and lick my pussy real good until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?" she asked, pulling my cock a few last times causing it to explode into her outstretched hand. I watched as she licked my cum from her hand before releasing me from the table and sending me to shower.

After I was done I was surprised to find almost no visible marks on my body. "She must have used a special kind of candle," I thought, as I dried myself off and walked into the bedroom to happily fulfill my slave requirements.

As I walked in, Jess scooted to the edge of the bed and spread her legs to reveal she was more than ready for me. I removed the vibrator and replaced it with my tongue and slowly went to task doing what I love to do the most. Just as I had a few hours earlier with Helen, I took my time warming her up even more before sending her sailing over the edge.

I was surprised when she did not release me and told me to do it again just like before. I obliged her by starting slow once again and working her to a ragged frenzy, but again she did not release me. I repeated this two more times until my jaw and tongue could take no more and thankfully she could not either.

Finally she leaned over and kissed my slave forehead and told me to get to sleep. 



Sweet November Ch. 04



Wednesday, November 6th.....

I awoke at 5:00 as normal and went about my usual duties. I spent a little extra time in the shower this morning grooming, just to make sure. Then I got my green "panties of the day" from the drawer and continued getting dressed. For breakfast I made cinnamon rolls. This is a pretty easy task since Jess prefers the ones from the tube that you just have to put on the pan and bake. I cleaned up a little while I waited for them and then headed off to work as soon as I had brought her breakfast to her. I was starting to get the hang of the routine, and parts of it I actually enjoyed.

When I got to work, nothing out of the ordinary happened. I made sure to send the pertinent information to Helen's attorney and followed up to make sure everything was in order. Then I followed up with some other clients, checked on some listings, and some other junk I had to take care of. The day had been relatively uneventful but had managed to be productive and quick at the same time. The next thing I knew I was headed home.

When I got home I changed like normal and headed inside. Jess told me it was time for another inspection and told me to come to the family room as soon as I finished dispensing of my clothes. As I approached the family room I thought to myself how glad I was that I spent the extra time in the shower this morning.

"Stand right there," Jess commanded as I walked in. Then she proceeded to walk around me and search for any signs of hair. "I am very impressed, slave," she commented as she finished her very thorough inspection. "After you make supper we may have to see about some kind of reward."

I pulled my panties back up and proceeded to the kitchen to make supper intrigued by the thought that I was actually going to get a reward. As I started to make the chicken pasta, dozens of ideas raced through my head as to what it could be, but I soon resigned myself to just finishing up knowing it could be anything. The way things have been going it could be an hour of TV, a hand job, a special dessert or a hundred other things. There was obviously no way of guessing so I finished up and called her to the table. As we ate I got the sense that she was not quite sure what it should be either. I could the wheels spinning in her head, but she was not saying anything. 

After we were done she told me to clean up the dishes and meet me in the bedroom. When I got there I found her sitting on the bed with her feet up holding a deck of cards. Then she said, "I couldn't decide how to reward you so I thought I would let the cards decide. Here is how it will work. I am going to let you pull up to 5 cards from the deck. You can stop at anytime, but once you continue you cannot go back to a previous card. Here are what the cards are worth: twos- sevens = hand job, eights-jack = blow job, Queen = Sex w/ woman on top, King = Sex w/ man on top, Ace = anal sex, Joker = whatever you want.

"Wow," I though to myself, "this really is a reward." Then I reached to pull my first card. It was a six of diamonds so naturally I pulled another. I could not believe my luck. With my second pick I pulled a Joker. I looked it over for a second before turning it to show my wife. My cock instantly began to rise at the thoughts of what I could do.

"Ok, slave, a deal's a deal. What would you like?" Jess asked.

"You, naked, now," came my response.

She smiled as she stripped completely naked and stood before me. I licked the cute pink nipples on her voluptuous breasts before I pushed her to her knees to suck on my cock. She pleasured me for quite some time before I pulled her up and pushed her onto her back on the bed. Then I dove into her pussy licking and sucking until she screamed in orgasm and flooded my face. Then I stood and lifted her legs up over my shoulders and plunged my engorged cock into her over and over again until I shot my load deep inside her. As I lay on top of her catching my breath she asked, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," I answered, "but I'm not done yet." I gave myself a few more minutes to catch my breath and then I rolled off of Jess pulling my now soft dick out of her. "Get me hard again." I told her grabbing her head and pushing it to my crotch. 

Jess took my soft member and licked it clean before taking it completely into her mouth once more. Half of me was surprised that she was able to get me hard again so quickly, but half of me knew her expertise would overcome my exhaustion. Now that I was standing at full staff again I rose and bent her over the bed. I held her delicious ass in my hands as I slid my prick into her pussy once more. This time I moved in and out much slower and smacked her bottom at the same time.

Gradually I picked up the pace and the spanking until she was really moaning. Then, much to her dismay, I pulled my cock out denying her the pleasure she wanted so desperately. I struck her ass 4 more times in succession and then pressed my member to her puckered asshole. At this point she was so turned on she wanted it almost as bad as I did and pushed back into me as I entered her. 

I slid in and out a few short strokes before pushing my cock almost all the way in and then I held it there. I leaned forward and began to play with her clit and tits while holding my cock firmly in place. She begged for me to fuck her ass, but I was having too much fun pinching her nipples and feeling her wet twat with my fingers. Finally, when I knew I had pushed her far enough, I grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of her ass, harder and harder, faster and faster with each thrust until I came filling up her hole and driving her over the edge. Again, I gave myself a few minutes to recuperate and then I stood, smacked her bottom, and went to the bathroom to clean up. 

When I came out, she was still lying on the bed catching her breath. As I lay down to go to sleep she walked by me to use the restroom to clean up and she flashed me a devilish grin of satisfaction. By the time she came out I must have fallen asleep.

Thursday, November 7th....

Another day, another dollar. This morning started out just like the others. My "Thursday" panties are pink, but other than that everything was relatively normal. Jess wanted muffins today so I made her blueberry ones and put some coffee on for her as well. While I waited I folded a load of laundry and picked up a thing or two around the house. When her muffins were done I buttered them and took them in to her before heading off to work.

The day had been very similar to the day prior except today I had an appointment with a couple and a few houses lined up to show them. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, nothing unusual happened at these showings. The couple was very pleasant and I think they are going to make an offer on the second house we looked at, but they wanted to go home and talk about it some more. I encouraged them to do so. Then I headed back to the office to button up a couple things before I returned home once again. 

As I pulled into the driveway Jess came out to greet me. Before I could even turn off the car she had jumped in the other side and fastened her seat belt. "Let's go out to eat tonight," she said, "I'm hungry for some seafood."

As I drove, part of me wondered what was in store for me when I got home since she never let me in the house. Finally I decided I would just have to wait and see, so I might as well enjoy the meal and this "normal" time with my wife. That was when it really hit me. This was too normal. What was she going to spring on me now? I really began to hope she would not do anything to embarrass me in public. These thoughts haunted me as we ate, and I think Jess knew it. She just smiled and continued to enjoy her lobster. We finished our meal and headed home with no fanfare.

When we got home I stripped like normal, but Jess told me not to bother with the cuffs. Once again I found myself wondering what to expect. As I walked inside I found my lovely wife sprawled out naked on the bed with a bottle of massage oil lying next to her. I put my clothes away and took my cue.

I poured the oil onto my hand and began to rub it into her back and shoulders. I took my time rubbing out any knots I found along the way. She lay there quietly as I massaged her arms, hands, legs, and feet. I poured a little more oil onto my hands before I began to knead her thighs and bottom. After several minutes she turned over for me to do the front. I rubbed her legs and feet once more and then her arms and hands. Then I gently massaged her temples, ears, cheeks, and face, before I poured some more oil on her breasts. 

She sighed softly as I touched them for the first time and began to caress and knead them. I rolled my fingers back and forth around her nipples, much to her delight. Then I ran my fingers down her stomach to her pussy. She had continued to shave it since Amber's visit, much to my delight. Initially I massaged gently around her folds and slowly worked my way in until I began to rub gently on her clit with my thumb. In just a few minutes she began to squirm and flooded my fingers with her juices. Then I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them clean before my mistress dismissed me to my place on the floor to sleep.

Friday, November 8th................

Once again I woke at 5:00 a.m. and settled into my morning routine of getting ready, making breakfast, and getting a couple chores done before heading off to work. Today I made Jess a ham and cheese omelet and some toast. Then I grabbed my stuff and headed off to work.

My day at work was relatively uneventful. I followed up with the couple from yesterday and found out that they were probably going to make an offer on Monday. I spoke to Helen to confirm everything for next week. Then I talked with a couple clients about the possibility of setting up an open house for their listing after Thanksgiving. We set them up for early December and I advised them to go ahead and decorate for Christmas since it would help their house feel more like a home to potential buyers. Finally 5:00 p.m. rolled around and I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. 

When I got home there was no hanger on the door or box on the floor. I stood there for a moment wondering what I should do. Just then Jess opened the door and told me to come in. "Tonight you are just going to be you." She said and then kissed me and gestured toward the bedroom. "I laid some clothes out for you on the bed. I was hoping we could go out to eat and then catch a movie. What do ya think?"

"Sounds great," I said, a bit puzzled. "What's the catch?"

"There is no catch. I promise." She crossed her heart. "I just want to be with you tonight as husband and wife, not slave and master."

"Okay," I shrugged and went off to change my clothes.

I was surprised to see that she had not only laid out jeans, a sweater, and shoes, but also my boxer briefs. Maybe she really meant it. I started to wonder if she was getting bored of our little game. I finished getting dressed and then met her in the living room where she already had her coat on, ready to go. 

We got in the car and drove to our favorite steak house. We ate supper like a normal couple with normal couple conversation. It took me a little while to get into it because I kept waiting for the 'other boot to fall'. After assuring me several times that I should just relax and enjoy the evening, I finally did. We sat there for probably another half-an-hour after our meal just talking before we finally decided we better go if we were going to try to catch a movie.

We stood at the front of the theater for several minutes trying to decide what movie we wanted to see more, before we finally picked one we could both agree on. It was really nice sitting there eating popcorn with my wife as the screen flickered. Putting my arm around her during the movie somehow felt different. It felt almost as if we were dating all over again.

It did not seem to take long before the movie was over and we found ourselves driving home. Jess had her hand on my thigh and had scooted as close to me as the center console would allow her to scoot. When we got home we were like newlyweds. We started making out before we could even close the garage and get in the door to the house. We made our way into the bedroom we were tossing our clothes left and right as we continued to kiss and grope each other. It was not long before we found ourselves making love on our bed with a passion that we had not felt in I don't know how long. 

The rest of the evening was so incredible that it was a blur to me and I would not even know where to begin. The last thing I remember was falling asleep wrapped in each others arms, thinking how lucky I was to be married to such a beautiful, sexy, fun woman.



Sweet November Ch. 05



Saturday, November 9th................

I woke up Saturday morning in bed, as opposed to the floor I had gotten somewhat used to. I quickly realized Jess was still asleep and still had her arm draped over me. I climbed out of bed as cautiously as possible trying not to wake her. I paused just another moment admiring her sexy naked body before covering her up and jumping in the shower. I had barely been in the shower when the curtain was pulled back and Jess got in with me. 

"Last night was amazing," She said, "but I want you to know that as soon as you get out of this shower you go right back to being my slave, ok?"

I nodded in understanding and then she dropped to her knees as she looked seductively in my eyes. Then she took my semi-hard cock in her mouth and brought it to full attention. After that she stood to kiss me and we embraced as our tongues began to dance. Finally she turned around and rested her hands against the wall of the shower as I entered her from behind. 

Normally I would have had a hard time doing this in the shower, but somehow I found a sense of balance an agility that overcame anything and I thrust in and out of her pussy with total abandonment. As I neared climax I reached forward and pinched her nipples taking her over the edge simultaneously. After I shot my come deep into her she turned around, kissed me passionately, and left me in the shower to finish up.

Sure enough, when I came out of the bathroom I found my bright red 'Saturday' panties waiting for me along with my cuffs and collar. After I finished getting ready and made our breakfast, Jess gave me a relatively short list of things that needed to be done. Then she told me she had to work at the lingerie shop today, so she would be gone until 5:30. She also told me to make sure I had everything done and had eaten because she would eat before she got home. Then she left.

I went about my assigned tasks without a whole lot of issues to be concerned about. Basically my list consisted of cleaning, vacuuming, and dusting the living room, kitchen, bedroom, spare bedroom, and basement. I finished everything except the basement when I stopped briefly for lunch. 

No sooner had I put my dishes away then the doorbell rang. I waited for a few seconds hoping they would leave and I would not have to answer the door dressed this way. Then it rang again. I figured I had better answer it since it was probably one of Jess's tests.

When I opened the door there stood a petite Asian girl in a school girl uniform. She was about 5'2" with a very small frame. She could not have weighed more than 95 pounds. Her breasts were small, but she was definitely cute. She was dressed in a white button-down blouse, red and blue plaid, pleated, mini skirt, white knee high socks, and saddle shoes. She was obviously in her early twenties, but with her pig tails, first glance definitely made you think she might actually be a school girl.

It was obvious to me that it was a test when she hardly flinched as I opened the door. She handed me a note as she stepped inside and closed the door. 

The note said: Drop your pants. 

I looked up at the girl to see her smiling and nodding. Then I pulled down my panties to release my already rising cock. That must have been her cue. 

She reached out and grabbed my hand and led me to a chair in the living room where she sat me down. Then she got down on her knees and took me in her lips and began to go to work. I have to say I have never felt anything like it. She used her lips, tongue, hands, and entire mouth to take me to the height of ecstasy over and over again without ever letting me go over the edge. It was like a roller coaster ride. Every time I felt like I was going to blow she would slow down just enough to bring me back down. Then she would wind me up all over again. 

At one point I looked up at the clock and saw that she had been going at this for 45 minutes. She continued to take me to the very edge and back down again for another ten minutes before she suddenly picked up the pace. I could feel it all welling up inside of me as my balls rose and my toes curled. Then suddenly she stood up, threw another note in my lap, and ran out the door without ever saying a word.

I was in total shock. My cock was about to explode and she just left me here. "Obviously something was wrong. What did that note say?" I thought as I clambered for the small 3 by 5 card.

The note read: Don't forget rule #6 

My mind raced for a minute, "what was rule #6?" That is when it hit me. Rule #6: No self gratification without permission.

I could not believe it. I had just received the most mind blowing blowjob of my life and was left here with pre-come dripping from the tip, and there was nothing I could do about it. I pulled up my panties in frustration and headed to the basement to clean up.

I always forget how big the basement really is until I have to clean it. It took me a few hours to get it to the level where I knew Jess would accept it, but I got it done. Then I headed back up stairs to grab another bite to eat before she got home.

As I cleaned up from eating, the thought passed through my mind that I could jerk off real quick and she would never know, but somehow I knew she would find out. Just then the phone rang. It was Jess.

She confirmed with me that the house was all clean. Then she told me that she would be home soon. She told me that I should change into the outfit in the box under the bed and be kneeling by the door when she got there.

As soon as she hung up, I retrieved the box. I opened it to find a bottle of baby lotion, two pair of hand cuffs, a red ribbon, and a note on a similar 3 by 5 card as the ones the Asian girl gave me.

The note said: Rub baby lotion all over your body until you are soft and smooth but not slippery or greasy. Then tie the ribbon around the end of your erection to make a bow. Finally put the cuffs on ankles and kneel at the door with your hands cuffed behind your back. 

I followed the instructions and waited for her arrival. Thankfully I did not have to wait long as I soon heard the garage door opening and her car pulling in. Moments later she walked in carrying a couple bags. Laura, Kate, and Amber followed, each carrying a couple bags themselves. They all walked right past me.

After Jess set one bag on the coffee table with a clunk and the other on the floor with other ladies', she came back to me. "Slave, tonight you are going to have a night you will never forget." She whispered as she ran the nail over her index finger up and down the underside of my newly decorated cock. "But first you need to pay tribute to the divas. Now go kiss their feet."

I shuffled as best I could with my ankles and wrists bound over to where Amber stood and kissed the toe of her shoe. (As a friendly reminder, Amber is a striking redhead with perky tits and a body that won't quit. She is 23 with milky-white skin and piercing green eyes. She sells sex toys to the shop Jess works at.)

Then I shuffled over to Laura and kissed the toe of her boot as she popped the top of a whine cooler she had just gotten from the bag Jess had set on the coffee table. (Laura is in her late 40's, but demands the attention of every man when she enters a room. She is a 5'2" blond with 34DD tits to go with her well-maintained body. She owns the lingerie store.)

Finally I made my way over to Kate and kissed her shoe as she took a drink from her wine cooler and cooed about how fun this was going to be. (Kate just turned forty. She has short brown hair and beautiful dark eyes. Her body is spectacular and she has a nice _mocha tan. She runs the salon and tanning area attached to the back of the lingerie store.)

As soon as I had kissed Kate's feet, Jess commanded me to stand. Then she pulled me by my erection over to a chair she had taken from the dining room and placed in the corner of the room. She released my ankle cuffs and tied them to the legs of the chair leaving my legs spread wide. Then she released my handcuffs briefly and then refastened them once she threaded it through the chair. Now my hands were held in place firmly behind my back and behind the chair. She adjusted them slightly to make them more comfortable, but I was still held firmly in place.

Once she was satisfied with my bondage she leaned over and kissed me passionately as she stroked my eager member. When she finally stopped a drop of pre-come had just come to the surface.

Jess looked at my cock and smiled. "Perfect".

Then she walked away and sat down with the girls and drank their wine coolers.

I watched as they giggled and whispered. Occasionally one of them would look over at me with a devilish grin and then return to the conversation. After twenty plus minutes had passed. Kate looked over and smiled. "That's our cue girls," she said as she nudged Laura.

They both looked across the room at my now soft member. The ribbon that had been wrapped around the tip had come loose and fallen off as I went soft. I could not help but wonder what they were up to. I did not have to wait long to find out.

As if they had all just heard a starting pistol they jumped up, grabbed their bags and disappeared into my bedroom. Several minutes passed before the first one emerged. Curiosity overwhelmed me.

Finally Jess came out wearing a robe. "We are going to put on a little fashion show for you. I hope you like it." Then she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

Seconds later Laura came out in a nurse's costume—a slutty nurse's costume. The white vinyl top could barely contain her large breasts and the skirt barely covered her ass. It did not take long for my cock to stand up and notice either. She strutted around the room for a little while letting me take it all in. 

Occasionally she would ask me some health related questions and pretend to check my heart rate or blood pressure. She even dropped her stethoscope on floor once and had to bend over to get it. She grinned as she looked back over her shoulder at me as I licked my lips eyeing her exposed pussy. Then she picked it up and returned to the bedroom.

Then came Jess. She was wearing an outfit I would have expected at a strip club and she worked it well. It was simply a tiny pair of silver panties with matching tassels that seemed to be pasted on each nipple. I was impressed at how fast she could make them spin and mesmerized as I watched her breasts move together. Then she turned and left.

Kate entered wearing a skimpy red and white cheerleader's uniform. She even had matching pom-poms to go with it. When she ran into the room she was jumping and shouting just like a cheerleader would. Her top was a white v-neck sweater with a red 'A' on it and red sleeves. It scarcely held her ample breasts as she jumped up and down and her molded abs were exposed as well.

As she began to cheer I realized she was supposed to be an Alabama cheerleader to poke fun at the bet I lost. I might have cared had I not been enjoying the show so much. Her tan body looked delicious as she jumped up and down, and I was thoroughly enjoying the peek of her snatch every time her red and white pleated skirt came up. As she finished her cheer, she ran off giving me a quick flash of her fine ass.

Watching this was driving me mad. My cock was at full attention and my balls were starting to ache. Unfortunately there was no relief in sight.

Then to add to my delightful misery, Amber came out. She was wearing the exact same school girl outfit the Asian girl was wearing earlier in the day. The only differences were Amber wore her red hair in pigtails and filled out her top much better. She came in licking an orange popsicle and sat Indian-style on the floor in front of me. She sat there rocking back and forth giggling as she licked away until it dripped onto her nice white shirt. She wanted to take her shirt off but did not know where to put her popsicle, so she shoved it in my mouth while she removed her top. 

It had been less than a week since I had seen them, but her nipples still seemed to be calling out to me. Then she took her popsicle back and began to lick it some more. That was when she realized a little had dripped on my thigh and she leaned over and licked it off slowly. I could hardly stand it and she knew it. That was when things really got interesting.

Amber started tracing her nipples with the popsicle and they became harder and harder and the juice began to run down her chest. Then she lay back and pulled her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy. She took the last two thirds over her popsicle and slid it right in as I watched. She moaned with satisfaction as she thrust it in and out.

"Young lady, what are you doing?" I heard Laura yell as she came out of the bedroom once more. She had her hair pulled back in a bun on the top of her head and stern-looking glasses on her nose as she walked in carrying an 18" ruler. She looked the part of a teacher perfectly in dress and heels as she barked out at Amber. "Pull that out, right now."

Amber reached down and pulled the popsicle stick from her pussy. The ice had completely melted and a little could be seen dripping from her. I could only imagine how that must taste as I tugged helplessly at my bonds.

"Where is your shirt?" Laura demanded, looking sexy as ever.

Amber stuttered nothingness in response, as I am sure any school girl would.

"You must be punished," the teacher chided, as she turned Amber toward the coffee table. 

Amber bent over and put her palms down on the table as Laura pulled her skirt up to reveal her lovely ass to me. Then she gave Amber 8 swats with the ruler. Watching her tits jiggle as she leaned over and took each one made my cock twitch even more.


When Laura was done she turned to me, "What are you smiling about? You are going to clean this up." Then she uncuffed my hands and untied my legs and pushed me to the floor, face-first into Amber's waiting pussy.

I was more than happy to take this kind of punishment and lapped away anxiously. The mixture of her pussy and that popsicle was like something out of a story book; I could have drunk from that well forever. Unfortunately that was not to be. After sufficiently 'cleaning her up' Laura pulled me away and Amber scampered back into the room. Then she cuffed my hands behind me once more and pushed me to the floor and rolled me onto my back. 

She stroked my throbbing cock a few times and then slapped it as she said, "You know we're not going to let you come, don't you?"

"My fear had become reality," I thought. "Or was this just a trick to torture me?"

Then Jess walked up behind her in her robe and threw a cup of cold water on me. They both laughed tauntingly as they left me there on the floor.

After thirty minutes had passed and my hardness was completely gone, the ladies returned once more. This time they were all completely naked. It was quite a sight to behold they were each very sexy in very different ways.

They told me they were going to give me a chance to come after I satisfied each of them orally. Then we were going to have a wrestling match and if I could pin all four of them in a row I could have any one of them for twenty minutes. They knew as bad as I wanted it I would not need more time than that.

I knew it was going to be difficult, but I was horny and motivated so I was ready to go. Laura released my hands and one by one I brought Laura, Amber, Jess, and Kate to climax. I had hoped that if I did a good enough job they would be a little worn out when the wrestling started, but they had enough time to rest by the time I finished.

The second I pulled my mouth from Kate's pussy Laura grabbed and threw me to the ground trying to pin me. She definitely caught me by surprise, but I still had a lot of fuel in my tank and reversed the roles in no time. I had one arm around her waist and one on her shoulder as I positioned to take her down. I knew I had her, so I took an extra couple seconds to grope her ass and tits before I flipped her over and pinned her. 

As I counted and reached three Amber grabbed me as Laura crawled away. She was younger and faster than Laura, so I didn't want to play around much with her. All this flesh on flesh contact was really driving me wild. I was really finding it hard to concentrate. The other ladies made it harder by yelling encouragement at Amber the whole time. This was definitely going to be harder, but I finally pinned her as well. 

As I pushed myself up I squeezed one of Amber's tits just as Jess tackled me.

Jess and I had wrestled many times before for fun, but this time I was more tired and she was not playing fair. A couple times as I was about to flip her over she grabbed my cock and pulled. It did not hurt, but it was definitely distracting. Eventually it paid off and she got me on my back. Fortunately I reversed it and pinned her before she got the three count on me. 

By now I was getting pretty tired, but that was not going to slow Kate down. She pulled some moves on me I had never seen before. That was when it hit me. I was in big trouble. Kate's daughter was on the high school girl's wrestling team and Kate helped coach from time to time. I was able to hold my own for 10-15 minutes, but eventually exhaustion kicked in and she rested her knees on my shoulders for the final 1..2..3. 

Kate decided since she won she should get a little something extra, and since she was already there she lowered her pussy down on my face and commanded me to lick. It took me while to catch my breath and really satisfy her, but eventually I got it done and brought her to a screaming orgasm.

The other ladies all congratulated Kate on her victory as she rose to stand over me. High fives were exchanged and several taunting comments were flung my way as I lied there breathing heavily.

Finally Jess came and leaned over me and slapped my still rather stiff cock. "I guess you are just going to have to deal with this a little longer," she taunted. "Now, stand up."

I did as I was told and once again I was bound to the same chair with my legs spread and my arms behind my back. Then they picked up the coffee table and carried it out of the room leaving a large open space on the floor in front of me.

I watched as each of the still-nude girls took a small piece of paper, wrote something on it and then placed it in a bowl. Then Amber turned to me and explained, "We are going to play a little game, and you get to watch." 

First she rolled a pair of dice. "Seven," she called out and Jess took and egg timer and set it for seven minutes. Then she turned and pulled a piece of paper from the bowl and unfolded it. "Laura" she called out, obviously reading the paper. Laura immediately got up from the couch and lied down on the floor

"Go!" Jess shouted and Amber jumped down to the floor with Laura and they both began kissing, groping, pinching, and teasing each other all over. It was truly a sight to behold. They moved around fondling and arousing each other in many different ways until the timer went off and they both stopped. They sat there for a moment with huge smiles on their faces. 

I sat there restrained with an equally large smile and an engorged cock. I was going crazy. They had barely even touched my cock today, but it was ready to go off at any time.

Next it was Laura's turn to roll the dice since she was the one whose name had been drawn last. She rolled a pair of threes. Jess set the timer for six minutes and Laura pulled two names from the bowl. "Jess and Laura," she read. Then she reached into one of the bags they had brought into the room earlier and pulled out a vibrator. (I later realized that doubles allowed you to pull two names, and that if you pull your own name you get to select a toy from the bag.)

Kate took the egg timer from Jess. The second Kate started the timer Jess was all over Laura. Jess began to lick and suck Laura's pussy like the world was ending. At the same time Laura spun around underneath Jess into a 69 position and pushed the vibrator into Jess's hot pussy as she began to flick Jess's clit with her tongue. Jess gasped and moaned as she dove deeper between Laura's legs with her tongue.




Sweet November Ch. 05



I was startled as the buzzer went off once again, and the ladies stopped. I did not want it to end, but at the same time I could not wait to see what was next. 

Jess reached over and rolled the dice. She rolled a nine. Then she pulled Kate's name from the bowl. Kate was obviously very turned on by watching what had been going on and practically threw the timer to Amber as she jumped Jess. 

Amber struggled to get the timer set and started while Kate already had her lips sucking on my wife's nipples. Jess tried to reciprocate, but apparently Kate's adept lips, tongue and teeth were so powerful that Jess ended up just throwing her head back and taking it. 

Once again pre-come began to leak from the tip of my cock as I watched one gorgeous women pleasure another until the timer went off. This time when the buzzer sounded Jess grabbed Kate as she raised herself up and kissed her full on the lips. Their tongues danced for a few seconds before they finally released each other.

"When the buzzer goes off, your time is up," Amber reminded Jess with a wink.

"You're right. I'm sorry," Jess replied, as she continued to catch her breath.

Kate picked up the dice and rolled a pair of ones. "Snake eyes!" she shouted, and all the ladies got very excited. I did not know why, but I had a feeling I would not have to wait long to find out. 

Amber set the timer for twenty minutes as Kate pulled the names from the bowl. "Jess, then Amber, then Laura," she read. 

Jess readied herself at Kate's waiting pussy and then Amber moved to sit on Kate's face. Laura started the timer and then began to fondle, caress, lick, and nibble, Kate's breasts.

"I am so glad they left me her tits," Laura exclaimed, as she started to fondle them. "They are so perfect. I love to play with them."

I watched in awe as Jess licked away at Kate's twat, while Kate licked away at Amber's. The whole time Laura played with Kate's tits while Amber rubbed Laura's ass.

My cock began to leak even more as my balls begged for release. 

After several minutes they all switched places except for Kate. Now Laura was riding Kate's face while Jess played roughly with Kate's tits, and Amber was going to town on Kate's pussy.

With all the moaning, slurping, gasping, and such, I completely lost track of how many orgasms must have taken place, but it was obvious that Kate was in heaven and the others were having a hell of a time themselves.

They all switched places one more time before the buzzer went off. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air and my nostrils were loving it. As a matter of fact, pretty much all my senses were in agreement that this was incredible. I could still taste Amber's orange popsicle pussy. The sounds of their moans were a delight to my ears. And I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. The only thing that was missing was how badly I needed to be touched.

It did not appear that was going to happen any time soon as they decided to play another couple rounds. I really had no reason to complain as I enjoyed watching the ladies pleasure themselves and each other in many different ways. At one point or another I saw just about everything I could imagine. I watched them in groups of two, three, and four. I even watched them go solo for a time. I watched them lick, suck, nibble, and bite. I watched them fondle, caress, grab, grope, and pinch. Just about the only thing I did not watch them do was...me. 

After they had each rolled the dice three or four times, they decided to call it a night. I looked up to see it was now just after 1 a.m. and was completely surprised how fast the night had gone.

Kate walked over to the chair and slapped my stiff member a couple times tauntingly. I hoped she would do it more. I knew that just a few more slaps or tugs would do it, but she would not give me that pleasure. She untied my legs and removed my cuffs and then told me to just stand there.

I obeyed as I watched the ladies put the coffee table back and then bring me the bowl. "Pick two," Jess commanded.

I was a little confused, but I reached out and pulled two names from the bowl. "Kate and Amber," I read, not knowing what any of it meant.

"Those are your bunk mates, tonight," Jess told me, as she and Laura disappeared into the guest quarters.

Amber and Kate led me to my bedroom and instructed me to lie down in the middle of the bed face up. Then they tied my hands together and bound them to the head board of the king size bed. Then they tied my feet together and bound them to the foot of the bed. Finally they climbed in bed next to me. Kate was on my right and Amber was on my left. Amber leaned over and kissed my cheek and then gave my cock a good hard squeeze. Then Kate did the same. It almost did the trick. I could feel the spasm growing, but it was not quite enough.

"Please, Kate," I begged. "I need it so bad."

Kate and Amber just giggled as they rolled over and pressed their cool naked bottoms against me. The mere thought of two beautiful naked women in bed with me, not only kept me hard, but also awake for quite some time before I was able to distract myself long enough to finally fall asleep.



Sweet November Ch. 06



Sunday, November 10th

I woke up Sunday morning as a hint of sunlight broke through the window. I was still naked and still bound, but I was now alone and cold with no way to cover myself. I strained to listen to find if anyone was around, but I heard nothing. I looked over at the alarm clock next to the bed and saw that it was now 7:52 a.m. I called out to see if anyone was here, but no one answered. I lay there for several more minutes.

At precisely 8:00 a.m. the alarm feature on the TV clicked in and turned it on. Seconds later a video started to play. It was my wife and the other three women. They were all wearing various forms of black leather dominatrix clothing and standing around a man shackled to the wall. He was completely naked except for a mask which hid his identity.

One by one they would walk up to him and do various different things. They slapped his erect cock, they raked his balls with their finger nails, they pinched his nipples, grabbed his ass, and many other things which drew many different reactions from him.

I was incredibly aroused watching these powerful, sexy women prance around as they played with him. Then Jess turned towards the camera and said, we'll be with you in a minute. Then she flipped off the camera and the video tape ended. As soon as the tape rewound, the TV shut off and I was left in silence once again.

I lay there contemplating what I had witnessed and what I had been a part of. When I heard about Jess's bondage website membership I was curious as to how into it she was. Now it was apparent to me that she, along with the other ladies, were into it a lot more than they originally let on. I started to wonder how long she had been planning this. I wondered who else had been involved. I even wondered who else had been their slave. Before I had a chance to think about those things too much I heard the front door open and the ladies filed in.

Amber walked straight into the room with a bag from a fast food joint. She released my hands and told me to eat. Before she left the room she slid her hand up and down my semi-erect cock a couple of times and then laughed.

As I ate my breakfast sandwich I could not help but wonder what was so funny. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

Right as I took my last bite, Jess walked into the room and released my feet from their bondage. You have ten minutes to take a shower. Hurry up, she commanded, as she walked right back out. 

I turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up a little before I got in. I started to wonder what my chances were of masturbating without getting caught. After all, I needed the release so bad. When I got in, I changed my mind very quickly. I had no hot water and it became apparent that I was not going to get any no matter how far I turned it up. Obviously they had thought ahead and shut off the hot water. I hurried and got out.

When I got out, I found a bottle of the same lotion Jess had instructed me to put on yesterday and did the same today. My cock was now soft and small from the cold water, and I had zero temptation to jerk off, despite the lotion.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and found Laura lying naked, face down on the bed. She looked over at me and said, "Right now it is nine o'clock. For the next hour you are going to give me a massage and whatever else I ask for. At the end of the hour, one of the others will come in and you will do the same for them, and so on. Do you understand?"

"Yes", I responded, and she laid her head back down.

I started at her feet and massaged my way up her legs and skipped over her bottom to the small of her back. At this point I spent a little more time loosening her up and helping her muscles relax as I moved up to her shoulders and neck and down her arms. I could tell by her breathing she was enjoying it. 

Her arms were to her side, so as I finished both hands I returned to rub her round bottom. I was not at it long before she started to raise her hips up to allow me better access to her pussy. I accommodated her and got her off slowly with my index and middle finger. Then she rolled on her back to allow me to massage her front for the remaining ten minutes. 

Even though her breasts were implants, they were surprisingly sensitive. Her nipples grew to over an inch as I caressed them, and she moaned as she held my hands to them. I rolled them in my fingers and pinched them slightly while she held her eyes shut tight and rocked side to side on the bed.

"Time's up!" I heard Jess say as she walked up behind me.

Laura stood and slid her hand across my crotch as she left the room with a grin.

Jess lay down naked in front of me on the bed and I started all over again. I massaged her in much the same way I did Laura, but she was not interested in anything sexual. She wanted a nice, relaxing, deep tissue massage, and that was it. I did what I was told until her time expired and Amber walked in.

Jess got up and slapped my ass as she walked out and Amber took her place on the bed. I started to massage her just as I had the other two, but she decided that was boring and flipped over onto her back.

"I want you to massage my front first," she told me in a commanding, but sexy tone.

I started at her toes and worked my way up her shapely legs to her pussy. She invited me to pleasure her with my hands and tongue for quite some time. Because it was a massage she did tell me to take it soft and slow. 

I obeyed and brought her to orgasm over the period of at least forty-five minutes. She moaned deeply as she came and squeezed her legs hard around my head. 

Then she raised her hands up over her head pretending to get comfortable. This had the obvious effect of causing her perky tits to jut out even more than normal. I took my cue and began to rub, squeeze, and pinch them until she was breathing heavily once more. She told me to climb up on the bed and straddle her while I did this. 

"I want your hard cock between my breasts," she cooed. 

I was only too happy to oblige as I sensed my first real opportunity to come since the ladies started torturing me with pleasure last evening. I positioned my cock between her milky white breasts which she held seductively together. I rolled my hips back and forth as I began to tit fuck her. I could feel my sperm rising up inside me, and I watched as she opened her sumptuous lips to receive it.

Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder as I was pulled off of her by Kate. "My pleasure has been denied once again," I thought, as Amber scampered out of the room, and Kate sat down on the edge of the bed.

She waited just a few seconds before she grabbed my cock and balls roughly and slid a cock ring on. "I wouldn't want you to have an accident," she said curtly, as she snapped it tight around the base and then lay face down on the bed.

Once again I took my cue and massaged away. Kate was a bit more athletic than the others, so I found myself working her muscles a little harder. She seemed to enjoy this, but just like Jess, she was happy to be getting a massage and wanted nothing more. I must admit I was disappointed. Something about Kate really turned me on. I found myself fantasizing about her often and slipped off into a bit of a daydream as I finished her massage. I must have done a good job, because she thanked me and grabbed my ass as her time ended.

"Follow me," Kate said, as she left the room.

I followed her to the kitchen where I found the other ladies had just finished making lunch. I was not one for salad, even when it did have chicken in it, but I was not complaining. After all I may have been naked, but the robes they were wearing did not cover much either. If you would have told me a year ago that I would find myself in this wonderful predicament, I would have died laughing.

I sat there and ate while the ladies chatted and ate as well. They talked about work and various other points of interest as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. It was a little disconcerting but kind of fun at the same time.

One by one they finished their food until they left me sitting at the table alone. "We'll be back for you in a bit," Kate told me, as she was the last to leave.

Several minutes passed before they returned. They were each holding a manila envelope with a number written on it from one to four. 

"Your selection will decide your fate," Laura teased. "Pick a number."

There was no way for me to know what any of them held so I blindly picked envelope number two, which Jess held. She opened it to reveal two words: THE CHAIR. I had no clue what that meant, but suddenly I felt like I should have picked a different number. 

The ladies left me alone at the table once more as they disappeared into my bedroom. When they returned several minutes later, they were all wearing various forms of dominatrix wear. Everything they wore was black leather and incorporated different arrays of chains, rivets, and spikes. They also wore heavy make up and high-heeled boots. Once again they all looked sexy and powerful in their own way.

"Stand up, slave," Jess commanded, as she walked toward me. As I stood she grabbed my cock and balls in her gloved hand and quickly removed the ring that held them. 

"You aren't going to need that anymore," Laura chimed in. "We are going to keep you hard for the rest of the night without it." 

"But don't worry;" Amber followed up, "we still aren't going to let you come."

I did not know what to think. They planned to keep me hard all night without allow me to come even once. This was going to be one long night and I was not sure I was ready for it.

"Now it is time for the chair," Jess announced. Then she put my collar on, attached the leash, and cuffed my hands behind my back before she led me down to the basement.

As I hit the bottom step I turned and saw 'the chair'. It looked peculiar to me, and I was confident this was yet another contraption one of Amber's suppliers had given her. 

At first glance it looked like a normal wooden chair, but when you looked closer there were obvious differences. There were o-rings at the bottom of all four legs as well as one that attached to the front. There was also a hole a little bigger than a quarter in the middle of the seat. The back of the chair was simply four wooden pieces that rose vertically and met at the top.

Jess handed my leash over to Amber, and she led me over to take a seat. As I began to sit she stopped and told me I was facing the wrong direction. What appeared to be the back support was actually a vise. With my hand cuffs still on, Jess helped Amber get me into position and opened the two slats that would soon grip my genitals. 

Just as I was about to sit Amber stopped me. "I almost forgot," she gasped, as she stepped over to a small box on the floor. Then she pulled out 4" long rubber butt plug, squirted some lube on it and locked it in place where the hole I noticed earlier was. 

"Now you can sit," she said with a smile, and pushed my shoulders down until my ass was firmly on the seat and unhooked my leash.

A high-pitched gasp escaped my lips as I sat. With my hands cuffed behind me and my legs straddling the chair I could not slow myself down and was forced to take the plug all at once. Then Jess hooked my cuffs to the chair so that I could not lean any further forward than they wanted. After that she tied my ankles to the legs of the chair and secured them in place using the existing o-rings. Finally, Amber slowly tightened the two slats together around the base of my cock and balls and took out a small connecting piece and locked them firmly in place.

The combination of the bondage on my member and the plug in my ass, in fact made me very erect. However that was only the beginning.

Once Amber was satisfied with my restraints she signaled to Jess to begin my delightful torture. Jess pulled a chair over and sat down right in front of me and just admired my bondage for a minute or two. I took that time to admire her outfit.

She wore black leather gloves that extended passed her elbows and a black leather bustier. There were small silver chains that ran under each breast and came together in the middle. With her hair pulled back and the silver spiked choker she wore her shoulders and neck looked rather inviting.

Her breasts were pushed together and up giving her ample cleavage that almost leapt out of her top. She also wore a tight black mini skirt with a chain that matched the one on her bustier as a belt. Her look was completed with 3-4" stiletto-heeled boots that zipped up the side and reached the middle of her calf.

After she looked me over for some time she leaned over and ran the tip of the index finger of her gloved right hand up the underside of my cock. I closed my eyes and groaned at the pleasure of her touch. Then she stopped. 

I opened my eyes to see the sinful smile on her face as she leaned forward to tease me once again. For several minutes she continued to tease the bottom side of my cock using only the tip of her finger. It was torturous. I squirmed more and more with every touch as my body longed for the release I knew I would not receive. With every squirm I was reminded of the plug deep inside me and the painful pleasure it gave.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Jess slapped my painfully erect penis, stood, and joined the others where they had been sitting and watching on a couple couches nearby. Then Amber stood and headed my way.

As she walked towards me, I took those few seconds to take in her delicious look. She was wearing a pair of black leather boots which were composed of more leather than the rest of her outfit combined. The toes were pointed, as were the 4" heels, and there was a pattern of rivets than ran from the tip of her toe back and forth to the middle of her thigh where the boots ended. 

Her thong panties had a similar pattern of rivets across them; however a chain ran up the crack of her young ass. Her top was like a bra with the same crisscross pattern of rivets, and matching chains took the place of straps. Her milky white skin stood out against the contrasting black leather giving her an even more sensuous look.

Once she stood before me, she wasted little time. She got down on her knees and wrapped her deep red painted lips around my cock and teased my balls with her finger tips. I watched as her head bobbed up and down my shaft time and time again and sheer pleasure raced over my skin. I could feel my balls rising as she played with them, and I approached climax. The anticipation of her pulling away and denying me of that release was ever present in my mind, but she kept going. I soon realized she had no intention of stopping and my excitement continued to build. My balls rose a little more and I clinched the muscles in my ass as I felt the explosion building up inside of me, but it never came.

She kept sucking, licking, and teasing, but I could not come. I looked down into Amber's incredible green eyes as she looked up at me seductively while she continued. That was when it hit me. This contraption would not let me come. With my hands pulled back and the plug in my ass I was held back just far enough away from the vise that my balls could not rise enough to erupt. I was bound to endure this pleasure without actual satisfaction for as long as they wanted. 

Amber continued to pleasure me orally for another fifteen minutes before she stood and walked away. At least I got another great look at her ass as she sauntered away.

Kate was next. She looked amazing. Her boots were completely different from the other two. They looked more like something you would expect to see if she were about to jump on her Harley. The rest of the ensemble went right along with that item. 

She wore a pair of black leather chaps with no panties. To finish off the outfit she wore a black leather vest which she left unbuttoned so that her toned mocha abs and round tits could be shown off. 

She soon stood just inches away from me. I stared longingly at her naked pussy and licked my lips. She knew the effect she had on me, and she loved it. 

She took her time walking around me and ran her nails across my naked skin as she did. Finally she stood next to me and leaned over my shoulder and nibbled on my shoulder, neck, and ear as she firmly grasped my erection. She continued to kiss and nibble at my body as she stroked my cock.

She started slowly at first, then minute-by-minute she picked up the pace until I felt my balls struggling to rise once more. She continued her assault for several more minutes until the smallest amount of fluid trickled from my cock. Then she took her finger and scooped it up. She brought it to her lips and tasted it.

"Almost," she teased, and then walked back to the others.

Naturally I expected Laura to join me next, but she just sat there with the others. They chatted for a little while, just quietly enough that I could not hear a word. Finally they all stood and walked toward me. Once again they held the three remaining envelopes in front of me, and told me to choose.

"Three," I said, nodding towards the one Laura held.

Laura opened her envelope to reveal the words: "THE GARAGE" Once again I did not know what to expect.

"We're going to go finish getting it ready," Laura said. "Since you picked Jess's card first, she will keep you company until then." Then Laura, Kate, and Amber fled up the stairs.

Jess walked over and told me not to say a word while she released me. She untied my legs and unhooked my cuffs before finally releasing my genitals from the vise. She left my hands cuffed, so she took my arm and helped me stand. The sudden release of my cock, balls, and ass was refreshing and I stretched my legs a bit after I stood.

Once I was completely free, she reattached the leash and led me to the edge of the couch were she sat down. "Kneel," she commanded, as she hiked her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy.

No sooner had my knees reached the floor, then she pulled my head between her legs and I was forced to lick her delicious treat. It was relatively hard to do with my arms bound behind me, but I got the job done and was able to use my arousal energy to bring her to climax.

As soon as she finished and caught her breath, she adjusted her skirt, stood and grabbed my leash, and led me up the stairs to the door to the garage. Then she grabbed a blindfold off a nearby decorative table and slipped it over my eyes. Finally she led me through the door to the middle of garage and removed my leash. 

Soon, I felt my handcuffs being removed and my hands pulled in front of me. They were soon tied together with a long piece of rope which had been attached to a pulley over head. Then I felt the rope being pulled, raising my hands over my head. It was pulled tight enough that I could barely rest my feet flat on the cold cement floor.

I was made to stand there for quite some time in the cold garage. Although, for some reason, it was not as cold as I assumed it would be. I figured the humming I heard in the background must be the sound of one, possibly two, area heaters, which would explain the milder temperature. I stood uncomfortably for a couple more minutes until I heard the door into the house open and then shut once more. I hoped they had not left me here alone. I was not disappointed.

Seconds later my blindfold was pulled off. As my blurred vision returned to normal I saw that I was hanging naked in the garage with just Laura. She was striding around in front of me in a leather body suit while slapping a leather strap in the palm of her hand.

The body suit appeared to be just one-piece that tied up the sides. It actually started at her boots and ran all the way up her voluptuous body encasing her legs, midriff, and arms on the way up to her shoulders and arms. It had a gaping V-neck that ran down almost to her navel and teased me by showing almost all but the nipple of her fabulous tits. They looked like perfectly-round cantaloupe halves encased in leather. I wanted so badly to feel their ripeness as she strutted before me.




Sweet November Ch. 06



By now the cool garage had an adverse effect on my package and I was not hard at all. Laura was not pleased. She reached out and grabbed my soft, cold member and pulled harshly on it. I clinched my teeth as she held it.

"This won't do," she growled. "I am going to find out how much pain and pleasure you can endure in the next hour, and you are going to stay hard the whole time. Got it?"

I nodded in agreement as she released my cock. Her harsh treatment coupled with her voluptuous body already had my once-cold member rising, but it apparently was not quick enough. She stepped behind me and slapped my ass with the leather strap she held. I was surprised to find out how soft it was. Due to the fact that it was made out of softer, lighter leather the pain it dealt out was more electrifying than anything.

She struck my ass nine more times before she stepped before me once more. She was obviously pleased with her work, as a smile appeared on her face when she eyed my now-erect cock. Then she reached out and grabbed it and gave it a few quick, hard strokes as she looked into my desperate eyes. After that she cupped my tender balls in her hand and rubbed them tenderly, bringing my excitement to another level.

After fondling my cock and balls for a while she disappeared behind me once again. This time she pulled on a lever that controlled the rope I was hanging by. I felt myself being pulled up another couple inches. Now I was forced to hold on the rope as well as try to steady myself on my tiptoes. 

As she stood behind me, she ran her hand over my bottom. "Perfect!" I heard her say, and I realized that the position I was in forced me to flex the muscles in my ass in order to stand on my toes. This obviously pleased her.

She stood behind me briefly pressing her magnificent tits into my back. At the same time she reached around my waist and began to stroke my cock slowly with her right hand as she fondled my balls with her left. Once again I was taken to the edge of orgasm and left there as she stopped suddenly. 

She decided to walk around me and seemingly admire my body as she ran her fingers up and down my chest, legs, buttocks, shoulders, and back. She waited just long enough for my excitement to wind down so that I would not explode the second she touched me again.

She picked up her leather strap once more and stood right next to me. Then she grabbed my erection firmly with her left hand and began to spank my tight ass with the strap she held in her right hand. The sensation was absolutely amazing, but the tight grip she had on my member forbade my climax as she landed swat after swat until she had planted twenty. Then she released my frustrated cock again.

"You want to come so badly, don't you?" she asked, as she once again ran her finger tips up and down my torso.

"Yes," I gasped, as if the answer was obvious.

"You are in no position to take a tone like that with me," she chided, while slapping my ass for good measure. "You are mine to toy with for as long as I deem necessary. And during that time you are going to experience pain and pleasure like you've never felt before."

Then she stood before with the blindfold in her hand and teased, "Take one last look, slave, cause you're about to go blind."

I gazed up and down her voluptuous leather-clad body for a good thirty seconds before she stepped up and slid the blindfold back over my eyes. Then she slapped my cock a couple times with the strap, causing my balls to bounce a little. Then I felt as she wrapped a one-and-a-half inch thick leather band around the base of my cock and balls and pulled it tight. This stretched my sack a little and surprised me a lot as it pulled my genitals together into one tight package. Then she ran her finger tips across the tip of my cock and protruding balls causing me to squirm.

The next thing I felt was her tying rope around my ankles. The rope she used seemed to be long and soft like the one binding my hands. Then I felt her grab the strap around my package and fiddle roughly with it. I was not sure, but it felt as though something had been attached.

Moments later I felt my feet being pulled out from under me as she pulled them back behind me with her elaborate pulley system. Before long she locked the rope where she wanted it and I found my self still stretched out straight, but now at an extreme angle. My hands were close to nine feet from the floor and my feet must have been close to seven. I hung like that for several minutes as I listened to her move around the room and felt an occasional tug on a string I now knew had been attached to the strap holding my package. I now bore most of the weight on my hands and arms, and it began to get painful.

Then I heard a familiar rattling sound as she moved the step ladder over next to me, climbed it, and slid my blindfold off. I could not believe what she had done. The thin rope that was tied to my cock and balls was tied at the other end to a weight that sat on the floor. The rope was pulled tight so that if I was raised even the slightest bit more the strain would be directly placed on my cock and balls. 

She climbed down the ladder and stood next to the lever and clicked it up one notch. This pulled my legs up a little and made the rope around my member pull even tighter sending just enough pain through me to get my attention. Then she stood back and smiled with contentment at my predicament. After that she gave a quick little tug on the rope and then turned, walked back into the house, and turned off the light.

I hung there in the dark for what felt like hours, but in reality was probably closer to ten or fifteen minutes. Then the light came back on and the door opened. As my eyes adjusted, I now saw all four women walking over to admire Laura's work. Much to my surprise, they were all naked. 

"We are going to play a game," Laura informed me. "If you lie to us or get the answer wrong, we are going to move the lever one notch. If you feel you are telling the truth or get the answer right we will leave you still or return you to the level you are at presently. When you get three right in a row, we will let you down."

Somehow I felt like I was being set up to fail, but what else could I do? I was in no position to argue.

"Question number 1: Who is the sexiest woman alive?" Laura asked.

I looked at the four beautiful women trying to decide what to say. "Halle Berry," I responded.

Laura hesitated for a moment looking over at the other women and moved on to question two. "Who has the sexiest body in this room?"

I wondered if this was a loaded question and contemplated my answer carefully. They were all very sexy in their own way. Amber was young, with perky tits and a nice ass. Jess's breast were larger and rounder and I loved to squeeze her butt every chance I got. Kate looked incredible for a woman who just turned forty and something about her was incredibly sexy to me. Laura was the most voluptuous of the four with big tits and a round ass, but I could not put my finger on who was the sexiest. I began to stutter my answer when Laura reached out and moved the lever one notch. 

I felt the slightest bit of pain and pleasure as it clicked in place.

"You took too long to answer," Laura chimed. "Question 3: Which of us has the nicest ass?"

"Amber," I blurted, not wanting to take too long to answer and figuring that was the answer they were looking for.

"I do," Jess responded angrily, as she stepped over and moved the lever another click. 

The sensation of pain was strange as I became more and more aroused.

"Number 4: Who has the sweetest tasting pussy?" Laura asked.

I honestly did not know how to answer. They all tasted so delicious, I had never determined a favorite. "They are all delicious," I responded in fear.

Laura grabbed the lever. Much to my surprise she lowered me to my original level. As the pressure released I was shocked by the fact it almost hurt more while it recovered.

"Question number 5: Do you like it up the ass?" Laura asked tauntingly.

"Yes," I had to admit, and they left the lever alone.

"Question number 6, if you get this right we'll let you down. What is our combined weight?" Laura chuckled as she asked the impossible.

There was no way I could guess right, so I hung there and let my time run out and watched as she pulled the lever.

We continued this game for another twenty plus questions before I finally got three in a row. I had been raised and lowered several times. The highest level I reached stretched my encased unit to the fifth click. It was easily the most painful and intense experience ever directly felt by my cock and balls. Despite that, I was as hard as I had ever been and part of me wanted it to go on.

As I was dropped down, my hands and feet were released. Then Laura undid the bondage on my package as pre-come oozed from the tip. She was obviously pleased by this development and licked the small amount off with the tip of her tongue. 

Then Amber and Kate held up the two remaining folders for me to choose from. I hesitated a bit, rubbing my sore wrists and pretending to contemplate my choice. Actually I was just taking the time to enjoy their sexy naked bodies before they disappeared again.

"I'll take number four," I said, and Kate opened it up.

"Twister," Kate read aloud. Then she, Amber, and Jess left me alone with Laura once more.

Before the door had even closed completely behind them, Laura had pulled my legs out from under me, pushed me onto my back, and rested her pussy on my face. "Torturing sexy young men, like you, gets me so wet," she moaned, as I took my cue and began to lap away. 

She was not kidding either. Her pussy was practically soaked. I remembered from last time that she liked it fast and furious, so I went to it accordingly. Due to her already high state of arousal it took only a couple minutes for her to start humping my face as she climaxed. 

That was not enough, though. I had pulled my head back after she orgasmed, but she quickly pulled it right back and I started on my second helping. This time it took a little longer, but she came even harder than the first time. Finally she stood and let me get up as well. Then she led me back in the house to the living room where the others sat waiting around a Twister game sheet.

I watched as Amber, Jess, and Kate stood and rubbed baby oil all over their sexy naked bodies. They even rubbed more oil on each other, paying special attention to their breasts. I was thoroughly turned on and ready to play. Kate explained that the last person left was the winner and they got to choose their prize. Then Kate came over and stroked my cock with her baby oil soaked hands. She stroked it just enough to tease before wiping the excess oil on my arms. Then Jess teased my cock a little before wiping her excess on my ass. Finally Amber did the same, except she wiped the excess on my chest. Then we all took our places around the mat.

Laura spun the wheel. "Left hand red," she called, as we all leaned to touch a spot. "Right foot blue," she called again, after spinning the wheel once again.

Laura continued to spin the wheel time and time again without anyone getting eliminated, but I was enjoying it in spite of my competitive nature. Where else could I watch three sexy, well-oiled women contort their bodies, and be invited to join them. 

Finally Amber got turned around the wrong way and fell. This left me with just Kate and Jess to outlast. 

I soon realized I needed to avoid the area where Amber fell because it was now really slippery from all the oil she was covered in. Then Laura spun the wheel again.

"Right hand green," she called out. 

As Jess reached for a spot between my legs she stroked my cock teasingly a couple times. That turned out to be her undoing. Now she had baby oil on her hand and found it next to impossible to keep her hand in place when she tried to make her next move. She slipped, leaving me alone with Kate.

I could not have been happier. Here I was slipping and sliding around with this mocha-tanned goddess. When I won, I had decided I would take her for my prize. Now all I had to do was outlast her.

Laura spun the wheel innumerable times before I found my self hovering over Kate's sexy body. Her nipples were only inches away from my lips and I decided to have a taste.

She trembled a bit as I did so, but not as much as I did when I realized how bad baby oil tasted. Fortunately I was able to keep my bearings and the game continued for several more spins.

In all my competitiveness and excitement I lost track of where Jess had fallen and put my foot down on a nice slippery yellow spot and fell flat on my face. Kate realized her victory and jumped up and down in excitement. I almost did not mind losing when I got to watch her breasts bounce while she did.

Kate decided she wanted to wait and order food before she declared her reward.

It was a little after seven by this time, so I was pretty hungry myself.

They decided to order Chinese and have it delivered. I was just glad I did not have to go get it.

Delivery was going to take about forty five minutes, so Kate decided she would get her reward now. "We will still do the last folder," she declared, "but I want to start doing things different for the rest of the night."

Everyone sat and waited for the rest, "I want to see how many times we can make him come in the next few hours. It has to be pent up in there so bad he is ready to blow. Besides, I want to feel what that kind of pressure feels like when it goes off in my pussy."

I just about died. Kate was now, not only my hero, but the sexiest person alive.

The others divas thought about it a bit and decided that could be just as fun and agreed to let Kate have her wish.

"As for my reward for winning Twister, come here, slave," Kate commanded.

I could hardly contain myself as I stood next to her, and she sat me down on the easy chair. Then she slid her hot pussy down on my cock as she sat down in my lap. Then she whispered, "I want you to play with my tits while I ride you, but you have to promise to hold off as long as possible."

I nodded and began to fondle her breasts as she slid up and down my pole. Her glorious ass going up and down was driving me wild, and I began to pinch and pull at her nipples even more. Thankfully she reached orgasm shortly thereafter and squeezed tightly on my cock forcing me over the edge. I came like a rocket blasting off. I held her breasts tightly as I blasted my cum full-force into her pussy as she screamed out in ecstasy. 

Just as I thought it was all over, Kate summoned Amber over to lick up the cum that was dripping out of her pussy. My cock was still buried deep inside her when Amber began. The stimulation of Amber's tongue on Kate's pussy and my balls and shaft was so incredible that I never went soft. 

Kate realized I was ready to come again and decided she wanted to taste it for herself. She slip off of me and kneeled before me. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and quickly began to bob her head up and down in perfect rhythm. I soon began to shoot my come down her throat. She swallowed the first couple shots and let the rest fall on her fabulous tits. Then she walked over and presented them to Jess and Laura to lick off.

I sat there and watched for a few minutes basking in the satisfaction of finally being allowed an orgasm. Then the doorbell rang; our food had arrived.

I was ordered to answer the door just as I was. When I opened the door, there stood the cute little Asian girl from before. She handed me our delivery, took the money, smiled and left as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I took the food to the table and we all ate there without any of us bothering to put on a thread of clothing.

When we all finished Amber opened the last envelope to reveal the words: THE WALL. Then she led me to the guest room. I was then shackled to the wall with my arms spread wide over my head and legs spread apart. Then a leather belt was wrapped around my stomach and pulled tight binding me tight against the wall. Finally a blindfold was placed over my eyes and ear plugs were placed in my ears. My sense of touch was heightened, but that was about all I had left. Amber ran her finger on the underside of my cock until I was hard once more and then left.

After being held there for a little while, I felt a hand grab my cock firmly and begin to stroke me off methodically. After a couple minutes passed, I shot my load and the hand released me. My sense of smell told me that it was my wife, but I thought the hands felt more like Laura's.

Another several minutes passed before I felt a warm wet tongue running up the base of my cock, bringing it back to life. (The rhythm and technique reminded me of Amber's, but I really was not sure.) It was taking me a while to come, and I soon felt her fingers fondling my balls. That was all it took, and I flooded my diva's mouth.

This time they waited quite a bit longer before someone entered the room. This time I felt my member being lubricated and some type of device was slid on. Moments later the device was turned on and began to vibrate. That was enough to get me hard once more, but I was not sure I could come again. Then I felt another vibrator being pushed into my ass. I still was not able to come immediately, but it did not take much longer until I came once again. Both vibrators were removed, and I was left alone again. 

It must have been close to an hour before the final diva came in. She got down on her knees in front of me and began to lick and suck my soft member. Once again I was surprised that it rose to the occasion. Then she stood and grabbed my cock firmly as someone else backed up to me and slid my tool into their warm moist pussy. They pounded back into me for a good fifteen-to-twenty minutes, but that did not seem to work. Then I felt them grab my cock and pull it out and push it into her much tighter ass. That did the trick and I blew my last load inside her. Then she also left.

Another couple minutes passed until Amber came back in and released me. My member had already gone limp and I was not sure if I could take any more. She let me sit and rest on the floor, but told me to join them in a few minutes.

As I looked around the room I noticed the clock on the wall said 10:30. I knew I could not sit there much longer or I would not get any sleep tonight. I got up and headed to the living room where the ladies were all dressed to go home.

"We are going to play one last game before they leave," Jess told me. "We want you to guess what order we came to the room in. Every time you guess wrong you get five swats with Laura's leather strap. I will do the honors while they watch."

I guessed that the first one was Laura and was wrong. Then I guessed it was Jess and got it right. After that it must have been Amber, but it was not. So I guessed Laura and it was not. That left me with only Kate. I thought for sure it must have been Laura that used the toys, but in fact it was Amber. That meant it was Laura whose ass I had fucked and I had twenty spankings coming.

I leaned over and placed my palms down on the coffee table. Jess picked up the paddle and struck my ass hard and paused for effect. Then she followed with another and another pausing between each one until she reached twenty. After the last one hit I stood up straight. Much to the ladies' delight, so did my cock. 

Jess ordered me to jack off for the ladies before they left. I hesitantly took my erection in my hand and began to slide it up and down the shaft, slowly picking up the pace. Even though I knew exactly how to turn myself on it seemed to take forever. Then the all-too-common feeling hit me, and I felt my balls rise and my orgasm build. Just as I was about to squirt, Jess slapped my hand away and denied my pleasure once again and a little just oozed from the tip.




Sweet November Ch. 06



"Go to bed," Jess ordered me, and I shuffled away with my erection as the ladies said their goodbyes and headed home. I lay down on the floor and fell asleep with relative ease.



Sweet November Ch. 07



Monday, November 11th....

I woke up with the alarm at 5:00 a.m., just like normal. I took a shower and groomed myself for work before heading to grab my "Monday" panties. When I opened the drawer it was empty. I turned around to see Jess sitting up on the bed with a devilish grin.

"You are going to wear something different this week," she told me, and pulled out a pair of black vinyl shorts from under her pillow. "Now, come here. I am going to help you put this on. This will ensure that you behave yourself this week."

As I walked over to her I realized they were more than just shorts. They were a chastity device.

She leaned over and positioned it for me to step in as she slid them up my legs. Then she grabbed my soft cock and balls and slid them into a cage. The cage consisted of a three-inch leather strap which held seven o-rings that got progressively smaller and encased my penis. Then there were two other straps underneath. One wrapped around the base of my balls and the other separated them. All three straps met at one large o-ring at the base of my cock and were locked shut with a tiny padlock.

Then she turned me around to pull up the back, but first she squirted a little lube on my asshole. Then she pushed a 3" butt plug into my ass and pulled the shorts up the rest of the way. Finally she locked two more tiny padlocks, one on each side of the shorts, ensuring that I could not remove the plug or cage without a key. 

"You will be inspected at least once a day by a key bearer. At that time, if everything is as it should be, you will be allowed to pleasure them and masturbate for them. If, somehow, things are not in order, you will be severely punished. When you get home you will come straight inside without changing, and I will inspect you again. Then you will receive 10 spankings, just because I can, and I will determine your next reward." Then I was told to finish getting ready and make her breakfast.

When I brought her breakfast to her, she told me that we were going to have fun tonight, so I should get home early if possible. Then I grabbed my things and headed off to work.

I had a busy day ahead of me so I wanted to get as much done as possible as quickly as possible. I had a realtors' meeting right off the bat, to go over some new listing. Then Helen was supposed to be in around one to finish the paperwork on her house. After that I needed to get in contact with the other couple from last week so that we could put together a proposal on the house the wanted to make an offer on. On top of all that, I had a hundred other little things that were going to envelope my day.

With all my busyness the first half of the day went pretty fast. I had just finished eating the lunch I picked up when I saw Helen walking towards the door. I opened the door for her and greeted her with a smile. She looked just as beautiful today as the first time I met her.

"I assume everything is ready, right?" she asked, as she stepped inside.

I assured her it was and then directed her to the private conference area we often used when signing papers for real estate. I pulled the door closed behind us to ensure our privacy as I do with all my clients. Then I retrieved the appropriate paperwork from my briefcase and placed them before her to review. I went over each piece in summary and reminded her that they had all been approved by her lawyer. Then I showed her his initials on each form.

I was taken back a little as she worked through the paper work so quickly and professionally. It was as if nothing had happened the previous week. Soon enough, she had signed her last piece and handed me a check for the full amount. I informed her that I would get the deed to her as soon as the previous lien holders received their portion of the check.

"I trust you," she said bluntly. "Now it's time for your inspection." 

I looked at her in utter shock, as she pulled a key from her purse. "But how did you..." I stuttered.

"I'll explain later," Helen interrupted. "Now let's see how you've done so far."

Not knowing what else to do, I dropped my pants and revealed my chastity device to her. She reached out with her key and unlocked the two side locks and then the one that locked the cage. Then she pulled the plug from my ass and slid the whole thing down to the floor and told me to step out. 

I did as I was told, although I was still perplexed by the whole thing. Then she hiked up her skirt and said, "I believe you owe me something."

My confusion turned to arousal as gladly knelt in front of her and pulled her lacey red panties off. Then I dove right in with the enthusiasm of a sixteen year old. She tasted so good that I wanted to take my time, but fear of being discovered caused me to rush a little more than I intended. Nevertheless, I gave her a "mind blowing orgasm", as she put it. 

When I stood, I had a raging hard-on. Helen reached into her purse and pulled out a little tube of lotion and squirted some on my cock and rubbed it on. Then she stopped. "You can take it from here," she said as she released it, gesturing for me to finish the job. 

It was kind of humiliating masturbating in front of a beautiful woman. Until yesterday, I had never done it with anyone else in the room. But these were the rules and I was going to play by them. Helen helped me out a little by talking dirty to me and telling me how bad she wanted to see my "giant monster squirt". I shot my load in a fairly short period of time.

As I started to put my device back on Helen offered to help. This did not really surprise me until she pulled the lube from her purse and squirted on the plug and pushed it back in my ass. She also knew how to work the cage even better than Jess did.

While I finished getting dressed, Helen said. "I told you I would 'explain later', so you should probably have a seat. This may take a little while."

Helen went on to tell me that only bits and pieces about what I knew about her were true. She was in fact a widow and her husband was a prick with a ton of money, but that was about where it ended. 

I was floored by what I found out in the next hour and a half of conversation with Helen. I found out that Helen ran a company that sold and serviced S&M equipment to the general public in a discreet way. Her company actually constructed and furnished the room in the house she bought. She had not seen it on line. Her company also gave seminars on how to be a dominatrix. Amber was one of her managers that distributed her product and gave instruction to others. 

Jess and the others had attended one of the seminars at a lingerie and adult toy show a few months back and had really gotten excited about the possibilities, but Jess was not sure how to spring it on me. Helen had suggested the bet as the best way to break the ice. Helen and Jess had also been communicating via e-mail on a regular basis for hints and guidance. That was also how Jess knew all the details of what happened last week minutes after I got home. Helen emailed her from her laptop with all the info.

It took a while for it all to sink in, but it actually made a lot of sense. I was also intrigued by the amount of work Jess put into this. That really turned me on. Unfortunately the cage restricted too much excitement.

Finally Helen said she needed to get going and that she looked forward to seeing me again. I confirmed the feeling was mutual and got back to work as she headed out the door.

I talked to the couple from last week and we put together an offer. Then I got it over to the listing realtor to review with his client and let my customers know it might take a day or two, but I was confident we would work this all out. Finally, I tied up a couple loose ends and headed home. 

When I got home I went straight in, just as I had been told. Jess told me to strip down to my 'shorts' for inspection. I immediately did as I was told while she pulled a key from her pocket. As she inspected me, she asked how everything went with Helen.

I told her it went well and smiled. She smiled back with understanding. 

Once she was happy that the device was still firmly in place she unlocked all three locks and released me. "Bend over and grab your ankles," she ordered and I obeyed. 

"Count them out," Jess commanded, as she struck my ass with her bare hand.

"One, two, three, four..." I called out following each slap, all the way up to ten. 

"Good slave. Now put that back on and the clothes on the bed and I will take you to your reward," she told me, pointing to some jeans and a pullover on the bed.

As quickly as I could, I got dressed and met Jess in the family room. Then she told me to get in the car, she was going to drive. On the way to our destination we stopped and got some fast food to eat and continued quickly on our way. Jess said nothing the whole ride. She did not even ask me what I wanted to eat; she just ordered for me.

Finally we pulled into the parking lot of a Wal-mart across town. I was a little confused simply because we had one only a couple minutes from our house.

"Okay, we're here. Time for your reward," she chimed.

We got out of the car and headed inside. I had no idea what to expect. Jess led me up and down aisle after aisle looking around for who-knew-what. I was completely confused. We had been in grocery, toys, hardware, and now we were in girls clothing. I could not figure out what she could be looking for that could possibly be my reward. 

Finally she stopped. "She's perfect," Jess proclaimed, as she pointed to a woman, pushing a cart, obviously shopping for her daughter standing by her side.

"I want you to go tell that woman that you would love to eat her pussy," she told me.

"You're kidding, right?" I said.

"No, slave, I'm not kidding." Jess said forcibly, reminding me of my status. "She looks like she could use it. Now go whisper to her, so her kids can't hear, that you would love to eat her pussy. And that your wife would be happy to watch her kids while you do."

I could not believe what I was about to do. I stepped slowly toward her wondering how hard she would smack me and how fast security was going to drag me out. As I got closer I understood why Jess said 'she could use it'. This woman looked to be in her late 20s, with a two-year-old little boy in her cart and a six- or seven-year-old little girl standing next to her. 

She had a pretty face, but wore no make up to cover the slight bags under her pretty blue eyes. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she wore simple hoop earrings. She was about 5'6" tall with an average build. It was pretty hard to tell much else with the loose fitting sweat pants and shirt she wore with her jacket. It was obvious she was tired from probably just getting off work.

As I approached her I called out, "Excuse me, can I ask you something?"

She looked around a bit to make sure I was talking to her. "I guess..." came her puzzled reply.

I looked back at Jess and saw her watching closely. Then I leaned in and spoke softly, "You look like a lovely woman, and you look like you could use a little fun right now, and I would love to eat your pussy. My wife is right over there and she says she would be happy to watch your kids for you while we're gone. So what do you say?" I paused, waiting for it all to sink in. I had said it all so quickly as I directed her attention to my wife standing 30-35 feet away.

"Are you serious?" she said, in disbelief.

"Completely and it would be my pleasure," I responded. "Besides, I am told I am quite good."

She stepped back and looked at me inquisitively and then looked over at my wife. "Wait here," she said, as she took her cart and kids and walked towards Jess.

I stood there and watched as they conversed for several minutes. At one point I saw her hand Jess a piece of paper and some money. Then they continued their conversation several more minutes before I saw the woman talk to both of her kids and then walk away leaving her cart and kids with my wife.

Jess walked over to me with a huge grin on her face. Jess told me, "Her name is Stacy and she will meet you at the front door in a couple minutes. Here is a key to room 227 for the hotel across the street. I will pick you back up at the golden arches in a couple hours."

"Did you just pimp me out?" I asked. "I saw her give you some cash."

"No," she laughed, "that was to finish her shopping with. She gave me her shopping list. I told her I would finish it for her and take her kids to McD's."

I took the key card from her and headed for the front door still not sure what was going on. Moments later Stacy walked up and we headed for the parking lot. She had gone to get a bottle of wine. I figured she needed it to set a tone or for courage. I just knew I was under orders. 

When we got to the room she poured us both a glass. It was obvious she was still unsure. The wine was cheap, but after a glass-and-a-half she must have been feeling it, as she loosened up a bit. 

"Well, you gonna eat my pussy or what?" she asked, in a tone that made it sound like I owed it to her.

I drank my last gulp of wine and proceeded in her direction. I pulled off her sweatshirt and pants to reveal her bra and panties. They really were not anything special. In fact they did not even match. Her bra was white and lacey and held her nice C-cup tits. She wore aqua-colored bikinis, obvious that she expected nothing like this to happen to her today. She was just a few pounds overweight but she carried it well.

As I reached out to remove her panties she stopped. "I showed you mine, now you show me yours," she insisted.

I thought about telling her it was a waste of time, but I figured it would take longer to explain than to just show her. So I took off my pants to reveal my bondage to her. 

"Wow," she said. "I've never seen anything like that. No wonder you've gotten so good with your tongue." She got off of the bed and walked around me as she checked it out. She even pulled on the locks and the cage a bit to test it out. Finally she lay back down on the bed, and pulled off her panties. "Let's see if you really are as good as you say."

I climbed up between her legs to her moderately thick bush. It seemed as if she hadn't trimmed it in quite some time. Although, I was surprised to find how soft and smooth her legs were as I ran my hands up them to her pussy. I pulled her lips open with my fingers and explored her with my tongue. It took only a few minutes to bring her to orgasm. As I began to pull away she threw her legs around me.

"That was amazing!" she said between breaths. "You're gonna have to do that again." Then she pulled her surprisingly strong legs against my back and drew me in for round two.

This time I knew it was not going to be quite so easy, so I started out slow and steady and worked my way up to a quicker pace. After several minutes of lapping slowly at her pussy I found her clit once more, wrapped my lips around it, and began to hum. In no time at all she began moaning and writhing on the bed as started her climb to another climax.

I was surprised to find that I was starting to get aroused while licking this complete strangers pussy, and my cock was trying to rise in spite of the cage. The muscle of my member was no challenge for the metal of the cage as my cock struggled in futility to get hard. I now found my self experiencing a new sensation as my arousal grew, but my cock could not.

Nevertheless, I continued licking, sucking, and massaging her pussy until she screamed out in another orgasm. Finally she released me and rolled over on her side. Her eyes seemed to be a bit glazed over as she lay there, breathing heavily, with an enormous smile on her face. 

After a couple minutes had passed I heard her say, "We aren't supposed to meet your wife for another forty five minutes. How 'bout we see what else that mouth of yours is good for?"

As I looked up I saw she was reaching behind her back to unhook her bra to free her C-cup tits. They sagged just a bit, I assume from child birth and breast feeding, but all-in-all they were nice and round with large, dark pink nipples. I crawled up the bed towards her as she lay back down. I took her breasts in my hands and began to caress and fondle them as I flicked her left nipple with my tongue. It quickly spring to life and grew to a length as big as I had ever seen. 

As I continued to lick and suck on her left one, I rolled her right nipple between my fingers until it was equally erect. Then I proceeded to alternate between each one. I licked, sucked, pinched, fondled, and squeezed her breasts for quite some time. I could tell by the way she was rolling her head from side to side that she was enjoying herself, but eventually she wanted more and I felt my head being pushed down to her snatch once again.

I could not believe how turned on I was by this whole ordeal. The restriction on my cock was such a tease. The idea of propositioning a total stranger had been humiliating, but erotic all at the same time. All these thoughts hit me at the same time as I dove into her pussy once again. This time I was so aroused that I felt like a caged animal being set free to devour her. I licked and sucked her like as though I had not seen a pussy in ages. My intensity flung her over the edge quickly, thanks to her already heightened arousal, but I hung on for more and took her to the top two more times before I finally let her go.

"Holy Crap!" she exclaimed. "You are an animal." I sat back on the edge of the bed and watched her tits rise and fall with every heavy breath she took.

Shortly thereafter we were getting dressed and she grabbed my ass. "Thank you," she said. "I haven't had that much fun since before my husband passed away last spring. You made me feel alive again."

I just smiled as she kissed my cheek and we finished getting dressed. Then we headed back to the car to meet back up with Jess and her kids. When we arrived Jess was sitting there watching the kids as they played on the indoor playground. Stacy had a smile from ear to ear as her kids rushed to greet her when we walked through the door. Jess and I took that opportunity to sneak out and head home.

Jess did not say a word the whole drive home. She just sat there with a look of contentment on her face. I do not know if it was the kids that put that look there or her attempt to humiliate me. I did not bother to ask.

When we got home we both went right to bed without saying much of anything. She did remove my chastity device and let me sleep naked in my usual spot. That did present some bit of a problem as I soon found myself with an erection as I recalled the day's events. Luckily I was able to fall asleep before giving in to the temptation of pleasuring myself and did not have to face my Diva's wrath.



Sweet November Ch. 08



Tuesday, November 12th...

Tuesday started just like Monday except the chastity device I wore today was white instead of black and had no butt plug. Other than that it was exactly the same.

I started my day like the others and prepared Jess's breakfast, did a couple quick chores, and then headed off to work. I really did not have anything significant to do other than to follow up on a few issues and check on the offer that my clients made the day before. Unfortunately the seller was still mulling it over, so we were not going to get an answer for another day or two. In spite of the fact, I had a relatively uneventful morning; it went fairly quick and I decided to take a quick break for lunch.

When I returned from lunch I had a message on my voice mail from Jess. It said that she had scheduled a haircut for me at two and if that conflicted with anything to just give Kate a call and move it back a bit.

I did not have much going on and my hair was getting a bit long, so I headed to see Kate just before two. When I got there, Kate was finishing giving a perm to one of her older clients, so I took a seat in one of the waiting area chairs and picked up a magazine. I fumbled through the magazine pretending to mind my own business while Kate and the woman in her late 50's chatted. 

I got a kick out of hearing them talk about the hot guys on the soaps and in some of the movies they had watched lately, but I was startled when the older woman whispered something about the "cute young man that just sat down." I continued to flip through the magazine pretending like I had not heard a thing as they finished their conversation.

A few minutes later Kate took her over to one of the chairs with the bowl that pulls down and dries your hair. After she turned it on, she motioned for me to have a seat in the barber's chair. As I was about to have a seat, Kate stopped me.

With the roar of the hair dryer in the background she said, "It is time for your inspection." She smiled, "I will let you decide how we do this. You can either take your clothes off, right here and now, and sit naked in the chair while I cut your hair. Then I will let you eat my pussy. OR you can wait to do your inspection until we are done and alone, but you have to eat the pussy of whoever walks through that door next."

I pondered the situation for a minute and decided to strip now. I figured gambling had not been my thing lately, so I better take the sure thing. Moments later, as I stood before Kate in just my white vinyl shorts, I heard the woman at the hair dryer gasp. It was obvious she had looked up from her magazine and saw me standing there half-naked as Kate inspected me. Kate just looked over and winked at her as she unlocked the device. I, on the other hand, refused to turn around and look at her. I was far too embarrassed.

Once Kate was satisfied that everything was in order, she told me to have a seat and draped the barber's sheet over me to keep the hair off. Just then the lady at the hair dryer moaned her displeasure. So Kate decided since I was not wearing any clothes to get hair on that I did not need the sheet after all, and she pulled it off. Without even looking up I could tell this made the mystery woman's day.

Initially I tried to cover myself up, but Kate ordered me to put my arms on the arm rests and relax. That was easier said than done. 

Normally Kate wore simple jeans and a t-shirt to work, but today she wore a rather low-cut blouse with her jeans. So every time she stood before me she made sure I got a good look down her top to her braless tits. She also made sure to brush them against me as often as possible. It was obvious from the way her nipples stood out that she was enjoying teasing me. However, it was even more obvious that I was enjoying the teasing by the size of the erection I was sporting.

By now the woman in curlers had put down her magazine and just stared wide-eyed while Kate finished cutting my hair. Finally Kate finished and told me to stand. I had hair all over me. She grabbed a hair dryer off the counter, turned it on, and blew off all the hair.

"Nancy," Kate said, addressing the lady at the hair dryer, "what do you think?"

Nancy just sat there with her eyes wide and her mouth agape as Kate turned me to face her. I could scarcely look at her. I was so humiliated. Then Kate took it even farther.

"Nancy, would you like to see him jerk off?" Kate asked.

I could not believe she said that, but I did not have to wait long for an answer as Nancy was already nodding her head.

"Alright, Slave, get to it," Kate commanded, as she slapped my naked ass.

I slowly began to stroke my already erect member as I closed my eyes. I knew there was no way I was getting out of this so I tried to think about Kate's naked body as I stroked faster and faster. Just as I reached climax I felt something wet at the tip of my cock. I opened my eyes to see Nancy on her knees in front of me with her tongue out in anticipation. I wanted to stop, but it was too late. I had gone too far and could not stop it as come began to spurt out of my cock onto her lips and tongue. I continued to stroke until I was finished and Nancy swallowed every last drop. 

The look on her face was priceless. She looked as though she had just drunk from the fountain of youth and she was going to live for ever. I had never seen a woman her age with a smile so big, but I could not help but be embarrassed as the humiliation rushed over my body. 

Kate waited just a minute before she grabbed me and pushed me into one of the tanning bed rooms. Then she slammed the door and left me there to recover. 

I sat naked in a plastic chair for at least fifteen minutes before she finally returned. "I had to finish her hair," Kate said, as she pulled the door closed behind her and began to pull off her jeans.

"You know I have never gotten a bigger tip from anyone in my life than that woman just gave me," she commented, as she pushed me to the floor and straddled my face. "Now it's my turn to get off. I am so horny from watching you. Don't you dare make me wait."

Another second did not even pass before I raised my head to her delicious pussy. She obviously had been turned on because she was soaking wet. I wanted so badly to take my time, but by the way she was bucking up and down I could tell I better make it quick. I darted my tongue in and out of her sweet hole a few more times before I stopped at her clit and finished the job. She rode my face even harder as she reached the pinnacle of her climax and shook violently. Then she fell back on top of me panting heavily.

She quickly pulled her jeans back on and rushed back into the salon. Then she threw my clothes back at me so that I could get dressed and return to work. By now it was almost four and I had to get back to the office to make a couple calls before I could go home. So I paid Kate quickly for the haircut and ran out the door.

When I got back to the office it was a relative ghost town. There was no one in sight. This allowed me the time I needed to get a few things done that I needed to get done without the possibility of interruption. Just as I was finishing up, my phone rang. It was Jess telling me to stop and get something for myself to eat on the way home because she was not going to give me any time to get any later.

I hung up the phone, grabbed my things and headed out the door. I drove through a fast food place close to my office so I would still have time to eat as I drove. Thanks to a decent-sized train holding me up, I did not have to scarf it down. By the time the final train car passed, I had finished my supper and drove quickly home.

As instructed, I parked and walked right in to Jess for inspection. Once she gave me permission, I stripped down to my chastity device, and she proceeded to check me over. After that she unlocked it and pulled it down to my ankles, sat down on the couch, and then pulled my naked body across her lap. Then she reached up underneath me and grabbed my cock and balls and secured them firmly between her legs. Then I watched as she reached down between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a twelve inch leather strap with a wooden handle on the end. Without ever saying a word she landed swat after swat on my taught ass until ten had been given and my ass began to burn a little.

"You didn't count," she complained boldly.

I began to object that I had not been instructed to, but then thought better of it. "Sorry, Mistress, please forgive me," I begged.

"Ten more swats ought to be enough to remind you to count out your spankings," she jeered, as once again she pulled harshly on my now-erect member in order to keep it in place.

"One," I called out as she planted the first swat on my bottom. I followed each additional swat accordingly until a grand total of twenty made my ass burn.

Finally she released my raging erection and let me stand. "Now get dressed. I have another surprise for you," she said nonchalantly, as she pointed to my chastity device and the jeans and sweater she already had prepared for me. 

I walked over and put on the sweater, but was unable to get my shorts back on due to my aroused state. Jess noticed and walked towards me and then grabbed my cock firmly and pulled me by it to the patio door. Before I knew what was going on, she had thrown me outside wearing just a sweater in the middle of November. 

"You can come back in when 'that' is gone," she said in anger, gesturing towards my erection. "And don't even think of jerking off." Then she slammed the door.

The only good thing about it was that it was already getting pretty dark out, so I do not think anyone saw me, and the cold caused my erection to dwindle rather quickly. Unfortunately Jess had disappeared from sight and left me outside several minutes longer than necessary to get the desired effect.

Finally when she returned, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back in. "I don't have time for this," she announced harshly, as she took it upon herself to put my bondage back on.

She was not gentle about it in the least bit. She forced my cock and balls into their cage and locked them tight as though they were a rabid dog she was taking to the pound, never to be heard from again. I winced several times as she locked it in place; then she tossed me my jeans and told me to hurry up as she opened the door to the garage and got in the car. I quickly pulled up my pants, slipped on my shoes, and then joined her in the car.

She drove for several minutes without saying a word. Occasionally I would look over to see a smirk on her face. It was obvious to me she was pleased with the devious idea she had running through her mind. 

A couple minutes more passed before she pulled up to a bowling alley. She stopped at the entrance and gave me my instructions, "Go to lane 13 and sit down in one of the chairs. You will do whatever they ask you to do." Then she pulled a key from her pocket and pushed it into the front left pocket of my jeans. "Don't take that out. They will if they want to."

I took a deep breath as I prepared to enter the smoke-filled alley. I had no idea what I was walking into. As I opened the doors, I looked around to see that almost everyone in the place was a woman. It appeared as though it was a ladies league, but that did not seem to lessen the amount of smoke or beer flowing. That was when I started to realize something. Most of these women looked like softball players and gym teachers.

As I looked around the room I noticed a few relatively attractive women, but most fit the profile of your typical bull dyke. Many had short spiked hair, little make up, men's jeans, etc. My blood ran cold. What had Jess set me up for?

Slowly I walked toward lane 13. I felt as though every eye in the place was on me, and I am sure that was not too far from true. When I got to thirteen there were four women there wearing matching green bowling shirts. I sat down in the waiting area behind them not wanting to bother them. It was obvious they were in the midst of a heated competition.

I sat there for several more minutes as I watched each of them bowl a couple frames in turn. Finally one of them stepped up onto the carpeted area where I sat and walked toward me. The name on her shirt read 'Vicky'. She could not have been more than five foot tall with short brown hair, spiked, with blond highlights. She had a pretty face with big brown eyes and thin lips. It was very hard to get a look at her build thanks to her bulky bowling shirt that she wore untucked almost to the middle of her thighs. Her baggy blue jeans and bowling shoes did not help her look either.

"You must be our slave," she smirked, as she walked up to me. "Jess tells me you will do whatever we tell you to. Is that right?"

"Yes," I replied, still not knowing what to expect.

"Good, go get us a pitcher of beer and some cheese sticks." Then she turned and stepped back down to join the rest of the ladies on lane thirteen.

Without hesitation I stood and went to complete her order. I was more than happy to play waiter at this point and was going to make the most of it. As a matter of fact I spent the next couple hours doing just that. Apparently when I arrived they had just gotten started on a three game series. I was very content to watch and retrieve the occasional order from the bar.

As I watched I discovered something. Despite my first impression, these women were not all lesbians. One of them was, in fact, married, and they all made various comments about the men in their lives as they bowled. However, Vicky and Ginny did seem to have a thing for each other.

Shortly after nine they each bowled their final frame, packed up their balls and shoes and got ready to leave. As intense as they seemed when I arrived, they were surprisingly relaxed as they readied to leave, even though they had lost by a mere six pins. I have to assume that had something to do with the amount of alcohol they consumed, but I really could not be sure. 

When they had finally finished packing away their things, Janet and Debbie picked up their bags and bid farewell. (I had just picked their names up from off of their shirts.) I sat there waiting for what was to come as Vicky and Ginny approached.

Ginny was the opposite of Vicky. She was about six foot tall and big boned. In spite of her size, she also had a pretty face with blue eyes, full lips, and shoulder-length straight blond hair. As I looked closer, she reminded me of one of the pitchers on the US Olympic softball team. She was actually quite shy in public.

"Are you ready?" Vicky asked.

I looked at her a little puzzled.

"Are you ready to really start serving us?" she asked with more authority.

"Yes, mistress," I answered.

"Good. Take off your clothes, and put them in this bag," Vicky ordered, as she held an empty bowling bag out in front of me.

Hesitantly I stood and looked around the bowling alley. It was not near as packed as it had been earlier, but there were still close to twenty women standing around chatting in the dimly lit alley.

"Don't worry. You aren't going to get in any trouble. The owner and I are really good friends. Now lose the clothes," she barked.

Slowly I removed my sweater, pants, and shoes and stood before them in just my white chastity shorts. I felt more naked than I ever had in my entire life as I placed my clothes in the open bag.

Vicky reached out and tugged on the waist of my shorts and then tugged on the cage encasing my cock and balls. A snicker escaped both her and Ginny's lips as the observed my bondage.

In a matter of seconds I went from being inspected by two to being surrounded by a dozen. I stood there helplessly as woman after woman pulled and yanked on the device while others smacked my ass and taunted me. I was humiliated.

Finally Vicky instructed me to pick up the bag that held my clothes as well as the two bags they brought their balls and shoes in. Then she and Ginny led me to the parking lot where her truck was parked. I was freezing as my nearly-nude body hit the cold air and my feet padded quickly across the pavement.

Ginny opened the door to the truck and gestured for me to sit in the middle between the two of them. I placed the bags behind the seat and climbed in and the two women climbed in next to me on each side.

I sat quietly as Ginny drove us to her apartment. Vicki explained to me the nature of their relationship as we traveled. Vicki and Ginny had both been married previously, but had divorced their husbands after only a couple years for different reasons. They both still enjoyed the company of men from time to time, but preferred women for the most part. She really was not able to explain why; she just said that was how it was. 

After about a ten-minute drive, we parked in front of Ginny's apartment and went inside. The short walk inside was cold, but I was overwhelmed by the fear of being seen by one of the other tenants of the complex.

Once we got inside I looked around a bit while the ladies hung up their coats. The apartment was by no means huge, but it was pretty spacious. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a great room that consisted of the kitchen, family room, and dining room. It was nicely decorated with conservative furniture and soft colors.

As soon as they had hung their coats they returned me and instructed me to get out the key to my chastity device. I reached into the bag where I had put my clothes earlier, pulled out the key, and handed it to Vicky. She immediately unlocked the locks and pulled them off of me. I stood there naked and hairless as she looked over my body. I was still very cold from the walk inside so my dick was as small as ever. I was shivering as she walked around me and every time she traced my body with her fingertips, more chills ran through me.

Finally she stopped in front of me and flicked my soft member with her fingers. "We are going to have to do something to warm you up," she announced, eyeing my unsatisfactory condition.

With that she took my hand and pulled me to the bathroom, turned the hot water on in the shower, and pushed me in. As cold as I was, I thought my body was going to go into shock from the extreme change.

"We'll be back in a second," she announced, and then left me alone closing the bathroom door behind her. I let the hot water run down my body as I rubbed my torso and legs to speed up the warming process.

After several minutes passed and my body returned to normal, I decided to take the opportunity to clean up and get the smoky stench off of me. No sooner had I begun to wash my hair than I heard the bathroom door open behind me. I immediately began to rinse my hair and face so that I could see who had come in, but before I had a chance, the shower door was opened and they both climbed in. I had noticed the shower was a little larger than average, but I did not think it was that big.

Finally I was able to get the soap out of my eyes just as Vicky reached out and took my balls in her hand and began to caress them gently. My cock immediately began to rise from her touch. Moments later she released them and looked up at me and smiled. 

"That is much better, now. Isn't it?" she commented.

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

"Good, now I need you to clean us up. We hate smelling like the bowling alley when we punish our new prisoner," she taunted, as she handed me the soap and pointed me to Ginny.

I slid past Vicky over to where Ginny stood. Before I had a hard time getting a look at her figure due to her baggy clothes and bowling shirt, but now I saw what a strong woman she was. At 6 feet tall, she could look me square in the eyes and she had a powerful presence about her in spite of her meek manner. 

I got down on my knees and began to wash her feet and legs. Although they were bigger and stronger than most women's, their definition and smoothness made them a joy to wash. Her ass was round and full as well as sensitive. She had a tough time standing still as I washed it, as well as her back. When she turned to face me I saw her large breasts that fit her body perfectly, with pink half-dollar-sized nipples. She also had a full mound of pubic hair; it was obvious it had not been trimmed in some time. Even though she was quite a bit bigger than any woman I had ever been with, her apparent innocence and quietness intrigued me. When I finished washing her body and hair she excused herself and left the room.




Sweet November Ch. 08



That left me to tend to Vicky. I mentioned earlier that they seemed to be total opposites. I had no idea how dead-on I was. Initially I was referring to height and personality, but now I saw that their bodies were like night and day. Vicky was not only small in stature, but in nearly every way. I washed her thin but nicely-shaped legs up to her small waist and slightly protruding bottom. Her shoulders and arms were also thin and her breasts could not have been any bigger than an 'A' cup. However she did have long, inviting nipples atop them. Her pussy was completely bald and equally as inviting as her nipples. Although she was small and thin she was relatively attractive. She reminded me a lot of the gymnasts we watched at the summer Olympics. Finally I finished cleaning her up, but she was not done.

She pulled down on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees. Then she pushed my face to her mound and forcibly made me eat her out. I really did not need to be forced, but I did not mind letting her be in control either. I licked her slit from top to bottom for several minutes as water cascaded over us. Finally I plunged my tongue deep inside her, found her clit, and began to hum deeply as I wrapped my lips around it. In no time at all she was moaning deeply as her knees buckled and she grabbed my hair pulling my face in to her even more. I grabbed her ass with my hands to support her small frame as I continued to take her to orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy as she reached the brink and tumbled over the edge. Finally, she released my head, regained her balance, turned off the shower, and stepped out.

"You have five minutes," she told me, as she threw a towel at me and exited the room.

I dried myself off as I caught my breath wondering what was to come. My cock was so hard now. I hoped some relief was in store.

A couple more minutes passed and then I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. I took a couple steps back towards the dimly lit main room when I sensed someone had stepped out of one of the bedrooms behind me. I turned to see who it was.

"Don't turn around," Ginny whispered softly yet directly, and then she placed a blindfold over my eyes. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders and directed me into the main room and sat me down on a cold steel chair. Then she bound my ankles to the legs of the chair and my wrists to the sides. The shackles that held them seemed to be welded to the chair itself. No matter how hard I pulled and twisted, there was no moving them.

Ginny must have sensed my bewilderment. "I'm a welder," she said. "I like to make stuff like this for fun. I've made all kinds of bondage equipment."

I had to admit I was impressed. I definitely was not going anywhere. 

Then I felt my chair being tipped back until my head was resting on the floor. The next thing I knew Ginny's thighs were straddling my face as she lowered her pussy down over my nose and mouth.

"Vicky said you were good at this, so I wanted to find out while she finished setting up," Ginny whispered.

Despite the fact that I was bound and that she had not trimmed herself in quite some time, I found my way to her clit with relative ease. That was when I remembered how sensitive she was. After only a few quick licks, she was bucking up and down on my face and flooded my mouth with her juices. Apparently that was not enough because she held her position as I went to work once more. This time she held out long enough for me to plunge my tongue deep inside her and bring her to a slower, stronger, more controlled orgasm. I thought I was going to suffocate as she reached her climax and thrust her pussy hard against my face before finally falling off of me to my right side.

I listened as she caught her breath and relaxed as I caught mine, too. That did not last long.

Moments later my chair was raised back to an upright position and my blindfold was removed. Vicky now stood before me with her hands on her hips and anger in her eyes. Ginny stood just to her right and half a step behind. They were both still completely naked except for the pair of boots Vicky wore. The boots were black with 6 inch heels and the zipped up the side to the middle of her thigh. She looked hot and terrifying at the same time.

"Men are just about useless." Vicky declared. "Some are good for fucking. Some are good at pussy eating. Some are good for pumping gas. BUT most are good for nothing. Because of this last fact you are going to take the punishment for all of them. If you take it well, we might let you eat our pussies once more before you go."

Then she waved her arm towards me and Ginny took her cue. My hands were released and then shackled together in front of me. Then the same was done to my feet. My feet had just enough chain between them so that I could shuffle my feet to walk. After that I was made to stand and was led to the second bedroom. Once I got there the stood me in the middle of the room and pulled my hands up over my head onto a hook that held my shackles. Then the removed the chains from my feet but left the shackles on each ankle. The chain was replaced by a black steel bar that stretched my feet apart two-and-a-half feet. I would not have thought this would be that bad normally, but it was a tough position to hold and I was completely exposed.

"I want to see him come," Ginny told Vicky, as she eyed my rock-hard cock.

Vicky nodded at Ginny and once again she took her cue. Ginny wrapped her long fingers around the base of my cock and began to pump slowly. Stroke after stroke the pleasure intensified, but no matter how much I begged she would not pick up the pace enough to bring me to climax.

SMACK! 

Suddenly I felt a leather strap slap my taught ass. I cried out in both pain and surprise as Vicky landed her first strike against men on my posterior. Ginny never released my cock, but instead of stroking it, she was now just squeezing it firmly. The feeling was intense.

SMACK!

Another blow to my ass and another moan of pain escaped my lips. Ginny tightened her grip on my cock even more. The sensation was incredible.

"I don't want to hear another sound out of you." Vicky said, as she paused between strikes to force a ball gag in my mouth and lock the strap behind my head.

SMACK!

A third strike hit, followed by a fourth, fifth, and sixth until a total of ten swats had been given. With each strike Ginny squeezed even harder still and the head of my cock was now a deep purple. I could not believe how bad I wanted to come despite the beating I had received.

Finally she released my cock; the feeling was almost unbearable. The blood flow had started again and my arousal was as high as ever. I did not want anyone to touch my cock, but yet I needed the release so bad. I had never felt such a strange sensation in my member and on my bottom at the same time in my life.

As I hung there recovering, Ginny pushed another one of her metal fabrications in front of me. It consisted of a four-by-four foot platform with two bars in the middle of each side. The two bars rose vertically about forty inches up to another horizontally placed bar which was wrapped in foam. They released my hands from over head and bent me over the foam-covered bar. Then they reconnected my hands to ring at the base of the platform. Due to the position my hands were locked in and the spreader bar holding my feet my toes scarcely reached the ground. 

Now that I was held in place Vicky switched positions with Ginny and began to stroke my member and fondle my balls while Ginny selected a paddle from the wall. Vicky took a much different approach than Ginny did. After a short time of teasing she began to stroke me like crazy. She took me all the way to the edge, but then she stopped.

SMACK!

My eyes must have grown three sizes, and I nearly bit the gag in half as Ginny struck me full force with the cool metal paddle she had crafted herself. 

"I find if you use the right materials, you get just the right flex and sting," Ginny whispered in my, ear as she rubbed my burning ass. "Besides, everyone uses wood. I don't want to be like everyone else."

Then she stepped back and delivered five more heat-inducing blows.

"Now I am going to fuck that ass for all I'm worth," I heard Vicky say. 

I had not even realized she had left the room in the midst of my 'punishment'. I looked up and saw that she was holding yet another of Ginny's contraptions. Once again it was made out of steel and shaped to form a twelve inch cone. It had a rounded point at one end and got progressively larger until it reached its maximum diameter of around four inches. Then a handle had been attached to the end to provide better leverage. 

As I stared at the device I felt Ginny squirting lubricant on my asshole. After she did this, Vicky found her place behind me and then worked it in and out of me over and over again. She took her time as she pushed it further and further with ever stroke until I was stretched to my limit. I am not sure how far she got it in, but I can tell you the feeling was intense. 

Now that Vicky was content with the amount of pressure she had put on my ass they decided to move on to other areas. Ginny brought out her final contraption. It consisted of three thin strands of chain all joined together at one end. Two of the ends had rubber tipped clamps on them which Ginny latched tightly to each of my nipples. 

I winced as she tightened them. I have never enjoyed having my nipples pinched or twisted. Today was no different.

The remaining chain end had an unusually-shaped, three-hoop shackle on it. Each hoop was slightly larger than the next. The largest of the three hoops was fastened tightly around the base of my cock and balls. The second was fastened tightly around the middle of my shaft. Lastly, the third and smallest one was clamped tightly just under the tip of my cock. The shackles alone put enough tension on me to make me very uncomfortable, but they were not done. Ginny pulled harshly on the section of the chains where they came together. The pain was incredible, but arousing at the same time. 

Suddenly I felt Vicky playing with the tool in my ass once more. Slowly but steadily she thrust it in and out while Ginny proceeded to add small weight to the chain pulling on my nipples and genitals. With every weight she added Vicky picked up the pace. My head was spinning as various amounts of pain and arousal shot through my body. Then, when I knew I could take no more, with a flick of her wrists, Ginny snapped off the chains. At the same time Vicky was really pounding away at my ass. The flurry of feeling flowing through my nipples, ass, balls, and cock flung me over the edge and I shot my load onto my own face. 

I was in total shock as the streams hit my lips, cheeks, and chin. Vicky and Ginny laughed with delight at their accomplishment and my total humiliation. Then they left the room giggling as they went. 

I am not sure how long they left me in there alone. My face and cock were dripping from my own come and my bondage held me firmly in place. They had left the tool in my ass and it burned from the thrusting and spanking. At some point, my exhaustion and humiliation must have gotten the best of me, and I passed out.

Wednesday, November 13th

When I finally woke up, I was lying naked on their family room floor with a blanket thrown over me. Vicky and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast in their bathrobes. As I rolled over to get off the floor, I immediately was reminded of the previous night's events. My body was very sore and muscles I had forgotten I had, ached.

The ladies sensed my discomfort and they rose from their seats. Before I could lift myself off the floor Ginny was straddling me, pulled her robe up, and lowered her pussy down on my face.

"We want one last thing from you before we take you home." Vicky said as Ginny grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to her bush. 

I lapped away for a couple minutes before she reached her climax. She was still quite sensitive, but this time she let me go after just one orgasm.

Then Vicky took her turn. As tired and sore as I was, I still did not mind eating her honey pot. She was absolutely delicious. I licked and sucked on her clit until she came in a screaming orgasm and released me.

They told me to go back to sleep and they would wake me when it was time to go. I was all too happy to obey this command.

An hour later when they woke me up, they were dressed and ready for work. They handed my clothes to me and I got dressed. Then they dropped me off at home on their way to work.

As I opened the door to enter I found a note.

Slave,

Don't worry about work. It has been taken care of. I will be working all day today. So take a shower and get some rest. I am sure you could use it. However, I expect you to spend the whole day naked, no exceptions.

I pulled the note from the door and went inside to take a shower. Then I lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

I must have been even more tired than I realized. I slept right through lunch and did not wake up until I heard the garage opening just after 5:00 p.m. when Jess came home.

I found my place on the floor near the door and kneeled in submission as she opened the door. As instructed I was completely naked.

"Did you have fun last night?" Jess asked.

"Yes, mistress, thank you," I answered. I knew that was all I was permitted to answer.

"Good," she said. "I brought home supper. When we're done I will take you to your next surprise."

We sat down at the table as we ate our sandwiches. I wondered whether this was a surprise I would enjoy or not.

When we were done Jess picked out some clothes for me to wear and we got in the car to leave for our destination. As per usual she said nothing as we drove.

In a matter of minutes we pulled up in front of the library at a local college. Jess led me inside and we walked around the various floors while she looked around. Finally she stopped and told me what she was up to.

"As you may have noticed there are several students here studying and doing research for papers. You can pick any woman here and I will make the arrangements for you to eat her pussy. The only stipulation is that you cannot leave the library. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I answered. This was actually a challenge I would enjoy.

We walked around the building once more before I finally made my selection. "She's the one." I said pointing in the direction of a student pushing a cart in order to return books to the rightful place. She was a cute brunette with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing thin-framed glasses on her cute upturned nose. Her eyes were large and brown and her skin looked soft and smooth. She wore a tight, red sweater that covered her perky B-cup breasts and a pair of jeans that accentuated her tight, young ass. 

When she reached for some books on the bottom of her cart, I got a glimpse of the red thong she wore and the butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. I do not know exactly what drew me to her, but the fact that she worked at the library seemed to put her in the class of those studious girls that always intrigued me, but I never brought myself to ask out. The fact that she worked there meant she might also know a good place to hook up as well.

Jess approached her and spent several minutes conversing with her as they both looked back at me. I smiled back as they chatted wondering what they were saying. Finally the girl walked up to me and put out her hand.

"I'm Emily," she said. "Your wife claims you are the best. Is that true?"

"I suppose," I answered.

"I will be the judge of that," she countered and then grabbed my hand leading me to an empty meeting room. "We don't have much time. I am still on the clock and they'll come looking for me if I am gone too long."

Then she locked the doors and closed the blinds to the room. After that she slid her pants down over her tight, round bottom and kicked them off. I stopped her from removing her thong. That was something I wanted to do myself. The red silk material looked like a Christmas package to me and I could not wait to see what it held. I slid her panties down to reveal her neatly shaven pussy. It was cut cleanly in the shape of a heart and I could not wait to dive in. I sat her down in one of the leather-cushioned armchairs that surrounded the rectangle table. Then I kneeled in front of her, ran my hands up her smooth sexy legs, and pushed her knees apart. 

I leaned forward and pressed my tongue flat against the folds of her vagina. Slowly I ran my tongue up and down her slit as she leaned back in the chair. I took my time rolling my tongue from top to bottom of her entrance while my hands crept up inside her sweater and found the nipples of her young, perky tits. Then I rolled her nipples between my fingertips as my tongue dove deeper into her pussy. As her juices began to flow, the salty, sweet flavor caressed my tongue. The taste reminded me of fresh-made caramel corn as my tongue explored even more. 

As I reached her clit, I pinched her nipples slightly, causing her moaning to increase. Her hands were no longer on my head, but now were clasped tightly to the arms of the chair in which she sat. I massaged her breasts with increased vigor as my lips wrapped around her magic button. Then I licked, sucked, and hummed her to orgasm pinching and pulling at her nipples as she came. She did not cry out as many women before her had. Instead, she moaned long and deep as the waves of pleasure took over her body.

"That was incredible," she sighed, as she slouched back in the chair, still gasping for air. "You could definitely teach the boys around this school a thing or two."

"It was my pleasure," I said honestly.

Then she pulled her jeans back on and stepped over to me. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her as she kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced together for a few brief seconds before she released me.

"You can stop by and see me any time," she said, as she stuffed her panties in my jeans' pocket. Then she grabbed the bulge at the front of my pants before she turned and opened the door. 

"Sorry, I really have to get back to work. Believe me, I would much rather do this than stack books, but duty calls." Then she walked out the door and I followed her out the section where we had left Jess.

Emily returned to her cart with a huge grin on her face as I searched the floor for my wife. After a couple minutes, I found her sitting on a couch reading a copy of "Redbook."

Once Jess saw me, she put down her magazine and headed for the door without saying a word. I followed her to the car and we drove home. 

Once we arrived at home, Jess ordered me to run her a bath. As I had done several times before, I washed her body and shaved her legs until she was satisfied with my work. Then I was sent to my spot on the floor to sleep while she continued to relax in the bubbles. Due to the amount of sleep I had received that day and my aroused state of washing my wife and eating out a young vixen I had a hard time getting to sleep.

Jess discovered that I was still awake when she exited the bathroom and ordered me to stand. I stood before her naked as she berated me for not obeying. "I told you to go to sleep. Now I am going to have to punish you."

She motioned me to lean over and grab the footboard of the bed as she dropped her towel to prepare to spank me. She delivered ten successive swats to my ass with her bare hand as my punishment. The combination of her sexy naked body and the spankings gave me another erection.

"I guess we are going to have to do something about that; aren't we?" she asked rhetorically, as she eyed my cock.

Then she jumped up on the bed, rolled over on her back, and spread her legs wide. Then she beckoned me to fuck her as she raised her legs. I happily slid my cock inside her surprisingly wet pussy as she threw her legs over my shoulders. I pumped away at her vigorously as she ordered me to fuck her harder. My balls slapped against her beautiful ass with every thrust until we came together in amazing unison and I collapsed on top of her.




Sweet November Ch. 08



After we caught our collective breath, she sent me to the floor once again. I fell asleep with ease this time. 



Sweet November Ch. 09



Thursday, November 14th 

The alarm went off like it had many days prior at 5:00 a.m. I woke and prepared for the day ahead. After showering, Jess was waiting for me once again with the black chastity device with the butt plug. She lubed up the plug before inserting it into my tender asshole. Then she fastened everything else in place, locked it tight, and reminded me that someone would be inspecting me again, today. After that, she slapped my vinyl-clad bottom and sent me off to prepare her breakfast.

I quickly prepared her French toast and tidied up the house a bit before finishing getting dressed and heading off to work. I was a little apprehensive as I drove. I knew that I had an offer hanging out there for one of my clients, but I had been out of the office the entire previous day. I felt as though I may have let them down, but I knew, at the same time that Jess told me everything was taken care of.

When I got to the office my message light was already blinking on my phone. As I listened to the message I realized I had lucked out. The offer my clients had made had been accepted, but the seller had not agreed to terms until late last night. That meant I could not have reached my clients any sooner than this morning. This was great news and a huge monkey off my back. Not only that, but I was going to have closed two good-sized deals in the slow month of November, and I was not even halfway through it yet.

I hesitated to call my customers before nine, but decided to do so none-the-less. I figured they had been through enough stress just waiting, so they would not mind the call. My suspicions were correct. They were both ecstatic to hear the news and wanted to take me to lunch to celebrate and iron out the final details. We agreed to meet at 1:00 p.m. at a nice Italian restaurant down the street.

I spent the next few hours catching up on a couple of things and getting some stuff together for our lunch meeting. Then I walked through a newly listed house just a few blocks away before heading to meet my clients. It was not much to look at, but it was in a great location. I had a couple people already in mind for it as I looked it over. Finally, I locked it back up and proceeded to the restaurant.

I pulled in to the parking lot at the same time as they did. We walked in, were seated, and enjoyed our meal as we talked about what needed to happen to sew everything up. They were very excited about the whole ordeal and kept thanking me for my help, time and time again. These were the kind of sales I enjoyed the most.

Finally we finished our meals and proceeded to our cars. Since we parked near each other, we chatted a bit as we went. Just then my cell phone rang. I looked down at my phone and saw that it was Jess. I was tempted not to answer it, but they told me to go ahead, as they crawled in their car and drove away. Before I could answer, it the ringing stopped, so I quickly called her back.

She really did not have much to say. She was just checking in and wanted to know if my deal came together. I told her the great news, and we shot the breeze as I drove back to the office. I finished talking to her while I sat in the car after pulling in to the parking lot. I finally told her I would talk to her later, and that I loved her, and then hung up the phone as I exited my car.

No sooner had I closed and locked the door to my car, than a black cargo van came screaming into the parking lot and the sliding side door opened. I stood there in shock as something that I would have expected to see in a movie unfolded before me. Two masked individuals jumped out of the van, grabbed me by the arms, and threw me in the back of the van. Then they slid the door closed behind them as the van sped off.

I lay back, resting on my elbows, looking towards the front of the van at the masked driver and the two who had grabbed me. I figured this had something to do with Jess, but once again, I had no clue as to what to expect. The two that grabbed me were obviously women by their shape, but I had no idea who. They were wearing black ski masks and black turtlenecks with jeans and tennis shoes. The driver was a complete mystery to me. I could not get a good enough look to tell if it was a he or a she.

"Take off your clothes," ordered one of my captors. Her voice was unfamiliar to me, but it was obvious she meant business. I hesitated just a couple seconds and the other one spoke. 

"NOW," she hollered, as the van continued down the road. Her voice was also unfamiliar to me.

I quickly removed my tie, shirt, and undershirt. Then I took off my shoes, socks, and pants. I sat there on the cold metal floor as one of the ladies gathered my clothes and placed them in a paper sack. The van drove on for several more minutes as we drove on in silence over increasingly bumpy roads. Several times I tried to look out the front of the van to get my bearings, but all I ever saw was trees and sky. I decided to try to figure out who had taken me instead. 

The two ladies who accompanied me in the back were both about the same size. The one to my left was about 5'6" tall, with blonde hair peeking out from under her mask. Her turtleneck was tight enough to tell me that she must have had a nice set of C or D-cup breasts. Her jeans fit her form nicely. She had wide hips and a round ass. (I got a good look when she stepped up front to talk to the driver.) The other woman was about the same height and had blonde hair as well. Her breasts were even larger than the other woman, but they were not quite as perky. Her hips and bottom were almost identical to her friend's.

Finally I could sense the van was slowing down. Then I could tell by the vibrations beneath me that we had turned onto a dirt road. Moments later we came to a stop.

The woman to my left came towards me and slid a ski mask, similar to theirs, over my head. The difference was that my eye slots had been sewn shut. I could not see a thing. Then they slid open the door and pulled me out. I stood there in just my chastity shorts waiting for whatever was to come next. Never in my life had I been more thankful for the ever-changing weather of Indiana. Two days ago it was in the low 40s, but today it was pushing mid-60s. Then they must have removed their own masks, since I heard them comment about how glad they were to finally get them off.

With one of them one each side of me, they grabbed hold of my arms and led me down a dirt path. The ground was cold and harsh under my feet, and it was very disconcerting to be led blindly by perfect strangers in unfamiliar territory. Suddenly we stopped and the girl to my left released my arm and opened a door in front of me.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to let them know we're here," she said, as I heard her pull the door closed behind her. The other woman remained next to me holding my right arm silently.

We stood there for several more minutes while we awaited her return. I got a bit of a chill from the breeze as I now stood in the shadow of the building before me. Without the warmth of the sun shining on me, I soon began to shiver with every gust of wind that blew my way.

Finally, the other girl returned and let us know that everything was ready. I was led into the building and guided to stand in a specific place. I got the sense that I was no longer in the midst of the two women, but many more. Several times I thought I heard the sound of ladies whispering all around me, but when silence took over I thought my mind must be playing tricks on me. Just then, I heard the clicking sound of high-heel shoes approaching me from behind. 

Then, as she stood behind me, she put her hand on my left shoulder and whispered, "Good afternoon, slave. Did you miss me?" I could not believe my ears. Helen was back again. 

"Yes, mistress," I responded.

Then she told me that she was going to remove my mask in just a couple minutes. First she explained that I needed to keep my composure and do everything I was instructed over the next few hours. Then she told me that I was part of a training seminar she was teaching as well as product demonstration. Finally, she removed my mask.

I was completely floored by where I stood. I was in the middle of a room approximately the size of a small high school gymnasium. There was a circle of chairs surrounding me with women of various sizes, shapes, origins, and ages seated in them. Some were dressed professionally, while others were simply wearing jeans and t-shirts. As I looked around I figured there must be somewhere in the vicinity of 50-60 women there, all staring directly at me. Then I noticed my wife sitting in one of the seats with a smug little grin on her face. It was obvious to me she was enjoying this next level of my humiliation.

Then, Helen instructed me to kneel. I obeyed and bowed my head in submission as she spoke. I listened intently as she spoke to the ladies around me. I learned that I was being used to showcase her seminar's fem-dom techniques, discipline tools, and bondage devices. She gave them a brief description of the things they were going to see throughout their weekend and encouraged them to ask questions and get involved as much as possible. Then she asked Jess to stand and thanked her for the use of her slave for the day. The audience clapped their appreciation and Jess found her seat again. Finally, Helen began her instruction.

I was made to stand as she showed the women the chastity device I wore and explained its usefulness in slave training. As she unlocked each of the locks she told them to remember that every aspect of the slave is theirs to use however they choose so long as the merchandise is not harmed. Then she slid my penis from its cage and removed the plug from my anus. I heard several gasps as she did this. She assured them that this was all part of my training and that not only did I need the device to remind me of my slavery, but I also enjoyed it. 

Then she slid my shorts off of my ankles, handed it to me, and instructed me to put them on a nearby table and return to her. I obeyed and soon stood naked next to her with my head bowed. I stood there for several more minutes as she continued her instruction to the attentive women. 

She spoke about how many men needed a good dominatrix to serve and how important it was to be firm and strong. She told them how to stay in charge and 'build' a better slave. As she did this, she walked around me rubbing her hands up and down my body. Occasionally she would slap my ass or pinch my nipple for effect. By the time she finished her speech, I was starting to get an erection.

She smiled as she noticed it. She knew that she would get this kind of response from me. Immediately, she gestured toward the audience making sure that all were aware of my condition. She then spent several more minutes explaining that the slave is there for the diva's enjoyment, not the other way around. She gave many different suggestions to the crowd about how to ensure that. Each suggestion excited me even more and caused my erection to grow even more. Once she was done listing ideas, she let them decide my fate.

Helen decided to pick someone from the crowd to give the order. A short-haired brunette with a heavy English accent said that she thought spankings would be good.

Helen pulled several objects from a small leather duffle bag she had nearby and asked the woman to "pick her poison". The woman chose a twelve-inch leather strap attached to a wooden handle as the object that would deliver my punishment. Then Helen beckoned for her to come down and deliver my spankings. The woman could not get out of her seat fast enough. She took the piece from Helen and headed straight for me.

Helen stopped her before she did anything and used the opportunity to instruct. I was made to grab my ankles as Helen demonstrated the right way to divvy out spankings. She made me count them out as she gave out the first five and then she stepped back as the student landed five of her own. Once she was done Helen complimented her on her execution and sent her back to sit down as the ladies applauded once more.

Helen had me face towards them once more. Again she directed her attention to my crotch. She pointed out that it is important to know your slave and what punishment works. In this case, the spankings only made me harder. Obviously this was ineffective punishment. Then she asked Jess what she would do.

Jess said, "Make him stand out in the cold until he is soft again."

The ladies nodded their understanding and approval, but Helen had another idea.

"I know that would work, but it would not be much fun. I have another idea...one that is sure to make that erection go away," Helen said, as she reached into her bag once again. "Slave, you are going to show all these lovely ladies how you beat your meat." Then she pulled a tube of lubricant from her bag and squirted a small bead onto my cock.

I could not believe she was going to make me do this in front of all of these women. As I looked out over the group, I noticed the look of approval in their eyes and knew I was not getting out of this.

I took my hand and wrapped it around the head of my cock being sure to spread the lube around as I stroked my nine inches. I started out slowly, but picked up the pace and I rolled my wrist while I moved my hand up and down the shaft. Occasionally I would close my eyes in arousal and Helen would order me to keep them open. I was forced to watch the faces of strangers anxiously awaiting my explosion. I was incredibly humiliated and amazingly turned on at the same time. As my balls began to rise, I saw a woman raise her hand.

Helen grabbed my arm to stop me as she pointed to the woman to ask her question. I was so close that drops of cum had accumulated at the tip of my cock.

"How do you feel about sucking cock or eating cum?" the woman asked. 

Helen could sense my frustration and took her time answering the question. "I am not sure exactly how you mean this, so I will answer it both ways. First off, it is up to you and your slave's limits as to whether he will suck another man's cock or swallow his cum. For that matter you could make him swallow his own come. Secondly, I do not recommend sucking your slave's cock unless he has done something well beyond the norm and you wish to reward him. It is of the utmost importance that he knows you are in charge. If anything, you should be making him eat your pussy as often as possible. You might even get a strap-on so he can suck your 'cock'. Isn't that right, slave?"

I nodded in agreement, knowing that was my only real option and knowing that was my only ticket to relief.

"Okay slave, you may continue," Helen stated.

Once again I began to stroke my cock. I was moving at a steady pace when a hand shot up again and Helen stopped me once more.

"What if I really love to suck cock?" another woman asked.

"Like I said, I don't recommend it, but it's up to you. If it were my slave, I would make him watch while I sucked another man's cock. That way, I would still get to do what I wanted while staying in charge. In fact, one of my favorite things to do is suck and fuck another man and then have my slave eat out my newly-filled pussy," Helen responded, as she fondled my swollen balls.

"Now, finish up, slave. Show 'em your stuff," she ordered.

She released my balls and I went at it once more. The recent conversation and my own masturbation had me already near the edge as I started stroking. Before another question could be asked, my balls rose again, and I felt my ensuing orgasm approach. With a few more quick, hard strokes I rose up on my toes and shot my load. Stream after stream shot from my member as Helen forced me to watch the faces of the audience. Smiles filled the crowd and some of them licked their lips as the final few streams came from within. As my orgasm subsided, a feeling of humiliation overwhelmed me and my cock went soft almost immediately.

I stood there for several more minutes as Helen encouraged the crowd to assault me verbally. Jess was more than happy to jump in. I was utterly humiliated as they told me how unworthy I was, how little 'staying power' I had, how small my dick was, and so on. It was obvious that I was under their control as I stood there naked with the final remnants of my come dripping from my now-soft member.

Helen took center stage once again and took the time to point out the effectiveness of the whole ordeal. She paid special attention to the power of different kinds of humiliation and verbal aggressiveness. Then she told them all to go take a quick ten-minute break while I cleaned up for the next session.

Once the final visitor had left the room I was told to clean up the mess and use the restroom if I needed to. Then, I needed to move a table to the middle of the room for the next demonstration. As usual, I did as I was told.

When all of the ladies returned to their seats, I was standing in the center of the room next to a large seven-foot-long, four-foot-wide table that stood about three-and-a-half-feet off of the ground. I stood there with my head bowed and my hands behind my back as Helen addressed the would-be dominatrixes. 

She told them that this next part would deal with bondage, light torture, and the proper way to receive oral sex. Then I was told to lie down on my back on the table for the demonstration.

Over the next hour-and-a-half or more, Helen bound me in several different positions. Each time she showed the proper way to secure the slave and the benefits of each position. She also took the time to warn against holding certain positions for too long as well as never tying anything around the neck.

The first position was the standard spread-eagle position where my arms and legs were stretched to the corners. She pointed out that while this was a great position to teased and torment the slave it was not the best one for receiving oral satisfaction. However, when my arms were pulled together over my head it became easier to straddle my face. To my great pleasure, she demonstrated this point and pressed the crotch of her thin pants against my face while doing so.

Then I was released briefly before being hogtied. This time she showed them how helpless I was, as she pinched my nipples and slapped my cock. Once she had me fully erect again, she slid a cock ring with ball harness on, for increased effect.

After that, she proceeded to show them dozens of other bondage positions. Some I had experienced previously. Others I had not.

Finally, I was released again and made to lean over the edge of the table with my arms stretched and tied to the far end, with my legs draped over the edge. Then my legs were tied to the table legs, at about the knees, to keep my legs spread. Finally she took a couple of long leather straps and fastened them to the table across my back, to hold me firmly in place. Now she demonstrated the easy access she had to both my genitals and my ass. She squeezed my balls and stroked my cock to illustrate. The look on my face obviously excited the crowd as they reveled in my perpetual bondage.

She left me tied down to the table as she explained to the onlookers that she was now moving to the light torture section of the seminar. Then she retrieved her leather bag once again.

One by one, she pulled various spanking devices from her bag and swatted my exposed bottom as she spoke. She reminded them that pain could be used as punishment or torture. How they used it was up to them. Then she announced that if I could take all that she dished out she would let me choose a member of the audience for the oral sex demonstration. 

As I looked out over the crowd I found dozens of reasons to keep quite. I had determined that the hardest part of this exercise would be deciding who to choose. Then she began her instruction.




Sweet November Ch. 09



She started off by pointing out the various different spanking devices she had been using and the benefits of each one. Some allowed for sharp, stinging slaps to the ass. Others allowed for dull but more repetitive sessions. There were even some that appeared to be harsher than they actually were. This worked best for the easily intimidated. She demonstrated each of them in order with great expertise. 

I did not have much trouble making it through this part of the session, partially because I was learning to enjoy it, and partially due to the motivation.

Then she moved to Cock and Ball Torture. She started off by slapping my cock a few times. This really turned me on. Then she showed them how to use clamps on my genitals. I hated that part. It took all the focus I could muster to keep my cool as she clipped them to my scrotum and shaft. For effect, she spanked my ass a few times once they were in place. Helen wanted to be sure everyone realized the benefits of using more than one method at a time. When she finally removed the clamps, the pain actually intensified for a bit before settling down.

After all the clamps were off she proceeded to stroke my cock bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. Then she turned to the attentive crowd and told them that this is something she likes to do several times during a session. 

"A slave will do anything for you once he realizes that his ability or inability to come is in your hands," she told them.

She was absolutely right. Most of the reason I obeyed so well was due to knowing that one fact.

Then she turned back around and grabbed the base of my cock and balls and removed the harness that already held them and replaced it with a thicker, tighter-fitting one with a D-ring on it. Then she attached a short rope to the D-ring and pulled quick and hard to ensure that it would stay in place. It surprised me when she did this, but I was able to keep quiet. 

Then she demonstrated the effectiveness of adding weight to the equation as she slowly added more and more to the rope now hanging between my legs. I felt the pressure grow and grow as I felt the strap tighten and pull on my genitals. I was nearing my breaking point as she put on the final weight and turned to face the crowd. My hands clenched tightly as I desperately tried to block out the feeling.

I barely heard what she was telling the crowd as I concentrated on my goal, but the next thing I new she had selected a woman from the class who was now inspecting Helen's work. She tested the bondage on my arms and legs and even gave a quick tug on the rope pulling down on my member. I whimpered a bit as the weight fell back into place. Then the woman took her bare hand and slapped my ass twice before she returned to her seat, giggling as she went. Finally, Helen removed the weights and freed my genitals from all of their bondage. I took several deep breaths as the blood flow returned.

Before I had completely regained my composure I felt the cool sensation of lube being squirted at the entrance of my asshole. I actually heard a few of the women give a little clap as Helen did this. Once she had a generous amount in place, Helen stopped and gave a few pointers to ensure the safety of all parties involved. Then she went on to talk about the many different ways to use the slave's asshole for punishment and humiliation. She pointed out that this is something that should not be taken lightly, for it is a very powerful tool to use. Then she pulled out her bag of toys once more. 

She started by demonstrating a simple mid-sized dildo and eased it slowly in to show proper technique. Then she used my ass to show off different vibrators she had available as well as the various shapes and sizes they came in. Finally, she pulled her "favorite" toy from the bag: a strap-on.

I lay there in anticipation as she schooled the anxious crowd on the power of taking your slave's virgin ass with a strap-on. She went on to talk about how pleasurable it can be for both parties, "especially if you use a double-ended one like this one," she said, as she directed the audience's attention towards a door at the far side of the room.

I looked over and saw my wife standing in the door way with her strap-on already in place. My dick was already soft and small from the torment I had already encountered coupled with the humiliation I was experiencing. However, when I saw her, my member seemed as though it was trying to disappear into my body. The thought of being ass-raped in front of these women was terrifying.

As she walked towards us I began to take in her powerful look. She had her hair pulled back off her shoulders and wore heavier make-up than usual. She wore a black vinyl merry widow that pushed up her spectacular breasts and a simple black choker around her neck. The strap-on she had in place was also black. It was about ten inches long and above-average girth. I could tell by the way she walked she was enjoying the other end deep in her pussy. Her look was completed by 3" black stiletto heels with straps that wrapped around her legs to the top of her calf. 

When she finally reached the table I was bound to, I looked up at the crowd and saw their various looks of shock, intrigue, and excitement. A cold sweat overtook my body as many of the women whispered to those around them. It was obvious by their pointing and gesturing that they got a kick out of my disappearing member.

Jess took her place behind me as Helen released my hands and then found a seat amongst the others. Jess reached up and grabbed my wrists pulling my arms behind me. Then she pushed the dildo in to me, using my arms as leverage, then slid it most of the way out. Then she pushed back and out once more. She repeated this time and time again each time penetrating me deeper and deeper. With each thrust, she pulled harder and harder on my arms demonstrating her power over me. 

By now, she was starting to enjoy the sensations on her end and she began to moan a bit, to the crowd's delight. After several long minutes of getting pounded, my cock came out of hiding and began to rise. The ladies could not get enough until Jess picked up the pace even more as her climax neared.

"Give it to him," came a cry from the audience.

"Yeah, let him have it!" another shouted.

"Fuck him silly!" yet another one let loose, as Jess really started pounding, and the crowd really got into it.

I could tell by the long, hard thrusts I was receiving that Jess was near orgasm. Seconds later she reached her peak and the pace hit its maximum speed. Then my cock reached full attention. The crowd went absolutely wild as Jess collapsed on top of me when her orgasm subsided.

The audience stood to their feet, hooting and hollering, while Jess caught her breath. They continued to berate me with reminders of my nothingness and how I deserved what I got. Despite all the insults, I remained hard as Jess stood up straight and removed the phallus from my hole. She bowed to the still-standing crowd and quickly strutted out of sight.

Helen rose from her seat and motioned for the women to sit as she spoke once more. "Now do you understand the power you can have over your man?" she asked.

The entire audience nodded to the affirmative. 

"I suppose we owe him his reward." Helen announced, as she stroked my stiff cock a few quick times, before releasing the bonds that held my legs and torso in place. "Go ahead and lie down on the table," she instructed me.

As I lay there completely naked but free of bondage, I listened to her address the women once again. She reminded them that, for my reward, I was going to get to choose to whom I would demonstrate oral servitude. Then she asked if there was anyone in the audience who was unwilling to participate because it would require them to be naked from the waist down in front of the entire group.

Before any of them were given a chance to bow out, Helen took the opportunity to make sure they understood what a 'gift' I had. She even went on to tell how glad she was that she had gotten to experience my 'gift' for herself. Finally, she asked if there were any who wish to be excluded. To my delight none did.

Then things got even more interesting. Helen announced that there was not going to be one woman selected but three. This got me and the crowd excited. She went on to tell how there were three ideal positions for slaves to administer oral servitude and that I would demonstrate all three.

Then she dropped the bomb. The selection was going to be done by lottery.

As she passed tickets out to the audience and ripped half off and placed it into a bowl I realized I had been played once again. Helen had told me I would get to choose the woman. She just did not say how. As she continued passing out tickets to the group, I knew I was at the mercy of the draw. Finally, each woman had a ticket and Helen stood before me with the bowl. 

"Take your pick," she teased, and I reached for one of the five dozen, red ticket halves in the bowl.

"Twenty seven," I read.

A woman from the right side of the room in the second row of chairs stood up and held her ticket out to Helen for her confirmation.

"We have a winner!" Helen declared, as she waved the woman to the front of the room. 

Meanwhile one of the ladies who brought me here led another slave into the room carrying a tall wooden armchair that resembled a throne. It had some impressive craftsmanship with a tall back to it and a padded seat.

This was the first time I had seen another slave at the seminar. While it caught me a bit off guard, I was not completely surprised. Like me, he was completely naked, except he was being led by a leash attached to a collar around his neck. He was an African/American in his early twenties, very muscular, although not bulked up. He was completely bald, but did sport a well-maintained goatee.

The chair he carried hid his package from the sight of the on-looking women until he set it in front of the audience where Helen directed. At that point, they got a brief glimpse before he was led away once more. His cock was soft but, even so, it was easily six inches long with considerable girth. I could tell by the glassed-over look in many of the women's eyes that they could imagine how big it could become. I even caught a couple of them licking their lips. Their imaginations were brought back to reality as Helen spoke once more. 

"Slave, stroke your cock for the ladies while I give Amy some quick instructions. I want you to stay hard for your crowd, but you may not come," she ordered. Then she set Amy down in the chair and whispered some instruction to her.

I proceeded to stroke my cock slowly while the women watched. I was still a little embarrassed as I did it, but I was getting used to the crowd. This went on for about five more minutes before Helen stopped my hand. I was thoroughly aroused by now and hoped for some relief. Helen took my hand and instructed me to stand. The she pointed to my erection as she addressed the audience.

"An important element of proper oral servitude is proper motivation. As you can see, he is motivated." Then she slapped my cock a couple times as the women giggled, while my balls bounced up and down. Finally she told me to get going.

I took a couple quick steps toward the woman from the audience, who now sat comfortably in her throne. Amy was about 5' 10" and slender. She had beautiful long legs that were shown off by her tight black mini-dress. Her breasts were small but round and her neck looked delicious, peeking out from behind her straight, jet-black hair, cut to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were emerald green and round and her nose had a bit of an upturn near the end. Her lips were thin and painted bright red as she flashed a devious smile, while I approached. She sat with her legs crossed so I knew I would need to get permission before I went any further.

"Mistress, may I lick your pussy?" I asked politely, as I kneeled in front of her.

"You may," she responded, as she un-crossed her legs and smiled once again. 

I placed my hands on her knees and pushed them gently apart. Then I reached up her soft, silky thighs to remove her panties. I slid her bright red thong down over her knees and then off of each foot. After that, I took them in my hand and pressed them to my nose to sniff while I acknowledged my unworthiness to her.

When I returned to her, I pushed the bottom of her dress up above her waist to reveal her pussy to me. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, but was just as black as the night. I motioned for her to slide forward in the chair, just a bit, in order to give me better access. Then I stopped for a brief moment and stared at the beautiful mound I was about to enjoy.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, and then leaned forward to kiss her inner thigh. I planted several quick pecks on each thigh before kissing the entrance to her pussy with slightly more vigor. Then I opened the folds to her pussy with my tongue as I ran my hands along the outside of her thighs and grabbed her ass. I explored her for quite some time with my tongue until I knew I had teased her enough. She was leaning back in the chair with her hands gripping tightly to the arms as I placed my tongue flat against her clit and licked a few times. 

By now she was moaning her approval as I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to hum deep in my throat. Not wanting to take her over the edge too quickly, I alternated between licking and humming for several more minutes. It was apparent that she was having a hard time sitting still as she began to wiggle in her seat.

I took my cue, wrapped my lips around her clit once more, and began to suck. Within seconds she grabbed the back of my head and humped my face as she screamed out in orgasm. I kept sucking for quite some time but slowed down gradually until she released me and I pulled my face from her pussy. I returned to my kneeling position and waited for my next command.

While Amy took this opportunity to regain her composure and pull her panties back on. Helen pointed out the obvious benefits of this position for oral servitude. She pointed out the queen-like power a mistress held in this position as well as her ability to control and instruct the slave.

"He did not need any instruction." Amy gasped, as she remained slumped in the chair, still catching her breath. Her face was flushed red as she spoke again. "That was the best orgasm I have had in my entire life! Can I buy him?" she asked.

"Not yet," Helen responded quickly, and instructed me to lay back down on the table. Then she held the bowl with the tickets out in front of me once again. As I selected the next ticket I wondered what she meant by 'not yet'.

"Fifty-three," I called out, as I read the chosen ticket and looked to the crowd for a winner.

This time, a woman standing in the back with a few others who had moved to get a better look, held up her ticket. She quickly stepped to the front of the room to the place where Helen stood. Her name tag read "Gloria". She was no more than 5-foot-tall, twenty years old and Hispanic. She wore 4" heels that clomped as she walked. Her pants were light brown and tight, revealing her plump ass. Her breasts were large and full and she enjoyed showing them off. 

This was obvious by her ample cleavage dealt by her bright, multi colored blouse. Her face was cute and round with her long dark hair pulled back and dark red hoop earrings that matched her lipstick. She was obviously ready to get things started as she handed Helen her ticket.

Helen confirmed her number and whispered in her ear a few brief instructions as I was told to stroke my cock once again. I obeyed her wishes as I waited for my next task. As before, I was not allowed to come, but she commanded I stay hard. 

I must have gotten really into masturbating and did not realize that Gloria had removed her shoes, pants, and panties. I was awakened from my trance when she climbed up on the table and slapped my hand away from my cock.

Gloria quickly made her way to the end of the table where my head was resting and planted her knees down on my shoulders as she straddled my face. With Amy it was something I practically begged to do, but this time the audience was going to be shown how to make your slave serve orally. I found this out when Gloria placed her hands on the sides of my head and shoved my face into her bush.

"LICK MY PUSSY!" she demanded, as she forced my face to her crotch. Despite my shock at the use of force, I quickly obliged. I sensed from her presence that a more aggressive approach might be called for and skipped past the gentle pecks and kisses and went straight to licking and sucking. Even though I was more vigorous, I made sure to tease as I progressed, allowing her orgasm to build slow and strong. 

After I had been at it for quite a little while, she removed her hands from my head, but ordered me to keep at it while she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra. Then she slid her knees down off of my shoulders freeing my arms, but keeping her pussy over my mouth while I continued to pleasure her. She took my hands and pulled them to her tits and barked at me to squeeze them and pinch her nipples.

I continued to lap away at her pussy for a considerable amount of time while I fondled her breasts. Every time I pinched or twisted her nipples her excitement seemed to build. Finally, I licked and sucked her to the very edge of orgasm and then twisted harshly on both nipples, pinching them as I turned. 

She cried out as she climaxed and slammed her pussy even harder down on my mouth. I continued to suck as I turned up the intensity on her tits, hoping she would finish before I suffocated. She soon began to buck up and down as I hit all of the right spots and finished her off before she fell back and to the side of me on the table. 

We both lay there catching our breath for several more minutes as Helen, again, addressed the crowd. I heard very little of what she said, but I did notice many of the women had begun to touch themselves through their clothing as they observed.

Once Gloria had caught her breath, she buttoned her shirt and pulled on her pants before picking up her shoes and returning to her seat. She said nothing as she walked back. She simply shook her head in amazement with a huge smile on her face as she fixed a few strands of hair which had come free from her pony tail during our performance. 

Helen finished making a few quick points and then held the bowl before me for my final selection. Before I pulled the last ticket, I looked up to the faces of the women in the audience. They were all sitting at the edge of their seats with their tickets out in front of them in anticipation. I even witnessed a few whispering to themselves, "please pick me; please pick me," over and over again. I could not help but get a little kick out of their desire for me and my 'magic' tongue.

I reached out and grabbed a ticket. "Two!" I called out.

I watched as several women threw their tickets to the floor in disappointment and frustration that their number had not been called. Then a woman on the far right of the room stood and held up her ticket in delight and seeming shock.

"I never win anything," she said innocently, as Helen confirmed her number.

"Sorry, ladies," Helen said, "It looks like Stephanie is our final winner."

Looking at Stephanie, I could not have been happier. She was as cute as could be and looked like she was about sixteen years old although she really turned out to be twenty-five. She had very short brown hair with a little bit of blonde highlighting and beautiful brown eyes. She had a small round nose and full pink lips. Her body was small but the picture of perfection. Her breasts were perky C-cups and her stomach was flat as a board. Her ass gave her a delicious shape as it jutted out firmly just below her small waist and her legs were short but shapely.




Sweet November Ch. 09



Helen led Stephanie over to the table where I was sitting and whispered a quick instruction in her ear. Without hesitation Stephanie reached out and grabbed my erection and squeezed firmly. It stung, but felt great all at the same time.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" Stephanie asked demandingly, as she continued to squeeze.

"Yes, please," I gasped, and nodded.

"Beg me," she commanded, as Helen stood back and watched.

Stephanie released my member and I got off the table, got down on my knees and began to plead for the chance to lick her pussy. I told her that I was not worthy of someone like her, but I promised I would not disappoint her. Then I begged some more.

Finally she agreed to let me and told me to help her out of her jeans. I was delighted to find she wore no panties as I pulled off her jeans. I was further delighted to find she was clean-shaven. I could hardly wait to touch my tongue to her smooth skin.

Helen stepped back towards Stephanie and whispered in her ear once more. Then she turned and found a seat amidst the crowd.

Stephanie told me to get up on the table just like before. I quickly obeyed as I anticipated licking her glorious pussy. Once I was in place she crawled up on the table and straddled my chest. However, instead of facing towards me, she slid into place while facing my feet. Before she slid all the way into position, Helen pointed out that this was a great way to make your slave give you ass service as well, but they did not have time for that today. 

Stephanie positioned her pussy over my mouth and I quickly went to work. I tried to take my time, but lust overtook me and I soon dove in. The next thing I knew I felt Stephanie's hand on my rod again as she began to stroke it slowly. I took this as direction to slow down. I slowly licked up and down her slit occasionally plunging my tongue deep within her. After a time, she began to get more aroused, so she stroked my shaft even harder. Again, I followed suit and picked up the pace. I found her clit and began to suck and hum vigorously, causing her to stroke me even harder as she approached orgasm. 

I felt my balls begin to rise as my own climax began to arrive, and I sucked her clit for all I was worth. She began to moan and gasp as she pumped my cock harder and faster. I shot my load within seconds and she flooded my face with her own spectacular juices. The whole room erupted in applause, for the second time, as streams of come shot from my cock, for what seemed like forever. 

Eventually Stephanie raised herself off of me and climbed down off the table as I wiped my face off. Before I even knew what was going on, the two women who had brought me in had hold of both of my arms, pulled me off the table, and practically dragged me from the room. They quickly pulled the mask back over my eyes and led me back to the van they brought me in.

The cold air stung as the wind struck my naked body. Even though I could not see, it was apparent that it was well into the evening by the darkness surrounding me and the night sounds of the country.

Finally I was thrown in the back of the van along with the bag that held my clothes. The women climbed in behind me and quickly closed the door before the van sped off. Once we were a sufficient distance away, they pulled off my mask and told me to get dressed. By the time I got my shoes tied, we were back at my car and they were pushing me out. Then one of the women threw me my watch before they drove away.

As I put it around my wrist, I saw that it was almost ten. I got out my keys, jumped in my car, and headed home. When I got there Jess was just sitting on the couch watching TV. She told me there was pizza in the kitchen if I was hungry. I grabbed a couple pieces and joined her on the couch. Neither of us said a word as we sat and then we soon went off to bed. 



Sweet November Ch. 10



Friday, November 15th 

I woke at five as usual. Normally I would be excited that it was Friday and that the week was nearing an end, but the way things had been going lately, I was having more eventful weekends than weekdays. Nevertheless, I got myself off of the floor and prepared for another day at the office. 

As I showered and shaved I became even more aware of the aches I felt in my ass. Yesterday's ordeal must have been harder than I realized and masked by the on-looking crowd. Once I finished shaving and showering I took some Tylenol and finished getting ready before preparing Jess's breakfast and heading off to work. Jess allowed me to return to wearing panties instead of the chastity device, but I was warned not to pleasure myself without permission. I nodded my understanding as I headed out the door.


I did not have much to do once I got the office, although, I did have to explain where I disappeared to after lunch. Thankfully my fellow employees bought it when I told them I had a few properties to check in on for some out-of-town clients. Then I got back to tidying up the deal I finished yesterday.

Once I got everything turned in, I returned to my office to check my calendar and make sure I had everything done up to this point. I was surprised to find I was scheduled to be on vacation all next week, so I set out to find out what the office manager knew about this.

When I got to her office, she was a bit confused to find out that I did not know what was going on. She told me that Jess had called her while I was out a while back and set it up. Then she apologized because she thought maybe it was supposed to be a surprise and I was not supposed to know.

I told her not to worry about it, and that I would not let the 'cat out of the bag'. As I walked back to my office, I could not help but wonder what Jess was up to. I must have been border-line useless for the rest of the day, since I could not keep my mind on my work. I was dying to know what she had up her sleeve. Finally I was able to concentrate enough to get what needed to be done, done, to ensure all was well while I was out. Then, before I knew it, it was time to head home. 

I packed up my briefcase and headed towards my car. When I got there Jess was sitting in the driver's seat. "Get in," she demanded as she gestured towards the empty passenger seat. I quickly tossed my briefcase in the back and complied.

As she pulled out of the parking lot Jess explained that a friend had dropped her off to pick up my car and that I would not be needing it this weekend. Then she proceeded to one of our favorite restaurants where we ate and chatted for about an hour-and-a-half. The mystery of the weekend still loomed over me, but I knew better than to ask any questions without permission.

Finally Jess paid the bill, and we left. She drove us to a nearby hotel and led me up to a room she had already checked into. I was a bit shocked to find the suite she had gotten was so lavish. It even had a hot tub right there in the room. She just stood near the door watching me while I took it all in.

"Strip," she commanded. Apparently she decided I had looked around enough and it was time to get down to business. 

Once I was completely naked, she pulled a plastic bag from the closet and placed all my clothes inside. Then she opened the door to the hallway and left.

I waited a few minutes to see if she would return, but she did not. Then I began to search the room for any signs of clothes. I checked the closet and every drawer, but they were all empty. The only things I found were towels and one white cotton robe.

Suddenly the phone rang. I rushed to answer it. Sure enough, Jess was at the other end. She told me that the room was all mine for the evening and that I would receive no visitors. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted except pleasure myself. I could even order room service, but I would have to answer the door in the robe. The last thing she told me was that someone would come to pick me up at seven o'clock in the morning and I had better be ready to go. Before I had a chance to say anything, she hung up.

Wonder raced through my mind once again. I had no clue what she had planned. Based on her other surprises, I would not dare fathom a guess. Finally I decided to take advantage of the hot tub. I hoped it would help ease some of the soreness in my muscles, and it did. 

After spending some time in the hot tub, I decided to get some sleep. I thought about getting a quick snack from room service, but decided not to, since I had nothing to tip. Besides, knowing Jess, I probably was going to need the extra sleep anyway. I set the alarm for six and easily drifted off to sleep under the covers of the soft, king-size bed.

Saturday, November 16th 

I slept like a rock on the amazingly comfortable bed until the alarm went off promptly at six. I hit the snooze a time or two before I finally pulled myself out of bed and got in the shower. As I cleaned up, I realized that I only had shampoo, soap, a brush, a toothbrush, and tooth paste. I had no way to shave and nothing to hold my hair in place. I hoped this was planned and acceptable and did the best I could with what I had.

Then the phone rang. It was Jess again. "It is now 6:45," she said. "Someone will be arriving in about fifteen minutes to take you to your destination. Do exactly as they say, and you will have a wonderful time. I will see you this afternoon." Then she hung up. Once again, she allowed me no chance to speak.

I returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I did the best I could fixing my hair and preparing for the unknown. Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. I answered it wearing the only clothes I had available to me, the robe.

"Good morning," the woman at the door greeted. "Are you ready to go?"

I was only slightly surprised to see the Asian girl from the previous weekend standing at my door. However, instead of the schoolgirl outfit I had seen her in before, she was wearing a sexy black chauffeur get-up, complete with hat and heels. 

"In this?" I questioned, referring to the robe I wore.

"It's that or nothing," she responded and waited for my reply. 

I shrugged my shoulders then tied the waist belt tight around me as I pulled the door shut and followed my chauffeur. We walked briskly down the hall towards the elevator which led us to the lobby. I was having a bit of a tough time keeping up with her and an even harder time keeping my robe closed. We got a couple of strange looks from the visitors in the hotel lobby as we headed out to the car. One man even gave me a thumbs-up sign as we walked past.

Finally we got outside, and she opened the back door to the Town Car for me to get in. Then she jumped in the driver's seat and took me to my destination. She said nothing as she drove. Curiosity once again ruled my imagination.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of a two-story house, white with blue shutters, which looked as though it was built in the early 1900's. It was beautiful and obviously well maintained. My driver got out of the car and came around to my side to open the door.

"Go on in. They are expecting you," she said, as she closed the door behind me and returned to her side to drive us away.

I looked around at the neighborhood quickly before I walked up the many steps to the front door and rang the doorbell. When no one answered the door right away, I got a little anxious. I hoped no one would see me standing on the front porch in just a robe.

The minutes, that seemed to pass by while I stood in just my robe out in the November breeze, were in fact only seconds when someone opened the door and let me in. The woman who opened the door was only mildly surprised by my outfit. She looked to be about forty years old by the style of her short curly hair and subtle laugh lines on her face. She was an attractive woman with beautiful blue eyes and a pretty smile. She had a medium build that was a little tough to make out as it was hidden beneath a white smock much like the ones I was accustomed to seeing on the women at make-up and perfume counters at upper-end department stores. She may have been wearing shorts or a skirt, but it was tough to tell by the length of the smock. Nonetheless, her legs looked tan and beautiful even though she wore comfy white tennis shoes in lieu of heels. 

"Julie is waiting for you," she said, pointing to door at the top of the stairs. "Let me take your robe."

Figuring I did not really have a choice, I removed my robe, handed it to her, and headed up the stairs.

"Nice ass," she called, as I climbed the stairs completely naked.

"Thanks," I called back. I reached the top and knocked on the door.

The door soon opened and Julie stood before me. She looked me up and down as we stood there until a little smile came to her lips. Julie looked much like the woman at the door. I found out later that her name was Jenny and that they were sisters. She too, must have been close to forty. Her eyes were the same beautiful blue as her sister's, but her hair was long and straight. She wore it back in a ponytail held with a white rubber band that matched her smock. Again, I wondered what she was wearing underneath as no sign of shorts or skirt could be seen. Her shapely legs were the only thing extending from the bottom of her uniform down to her naked feet.

"It's nice to finally get to work on something as beautiful as you." Julie said, as she reached out and ran her open hand over my shoulders and chest. "Usually I just get hairy, overweight businessmen." Then she proceeded to walk around me caressing my back and buttocks before standing in front of me once again. She eyed my now-growing member with approval, and then gave it a quick squeeze with her thumb and forefinger, before turning back around and stepping all the way in to the room from which she came.

"Go ahead and lie down on the table," she instructed, as she motioned towards a long cushiony table in the middle of the room. Then she went to the sink and applied some oil to her hands.

I lay face-down on the table as I waited for her to approach. I could not help but think this was too good to be true. Just then she poured a small puddle of warm liquid on my back and proceeded to give me a deep-tissue massage. For the next forty minutes she massaged me from head to toe. The sensation was amazing, but I still could not help but wonder what was going on.

"Roll over for me, please," she said, as she added more oil to her hands in preparation to massage the front of my body. 

I was so relaxed that I did not even think to try and hide the erection I had gotten from all of her touching. She seemed to be pleased that I had not, but instead of grabbing it, like I could tell she wanted, she began to massage my feet instead. Once again she worked her way up and down my body sending incredible waves of pleasure throughout. 

After another half-hour had passed, she finally reached my groin. She massaged the edges surrounding my balls and cock, causing my erection to grow without hitting the most sensitive spots. Then she cupped and fondled my balls with one hand as she massaged my anus with the other. Pre-come began to soak the tip of my cock as she rolled my balls back and forth in her hands and gently rubbed my hole. By now I was beginning to moan softly and held back the temptation to beg for release hoping she would give it anyway. Finally the moment arrived. 

With my eyes clinched tight from shear enjoyment, I felt her hand grab my throbbing member and slowly stroke it from top to bottom. She truly was a master of her trade, as she continued to fondle my balls while she slowly picked up the pace. My orgasm seemed to build as every second passed but it never quite arrived. The pleasure I felt was intoxicating as I now found it next to impossible to stay quiet or remain still while she stroked my cock methodically. The moves she did on my balls seemed to hold my climax in limbo creating an incredible sensation within me. I wanted so badly to come, but at the same time, I did not want it to end.

"Come now," I finally heard her whisper, as she released my balls, squeezed my cock tighter and then picked up the pace. Without another second passing, I felt my entire body spasm in one of the most intense, body-consuming orgasms of my life. As I shot my load, I felt the flood of warmth and coolness alternate through my body in indescribable fashion. The orgasm itself had not lasted as long as many I had, but the build up and explosion was like none before.

As my mind came back to me and the room stopped spinning, Julie took a warm washcloth and wiped me clean. "When you are ready, we will go to the next room," she said, and then threw the towel in a hamper and returned to the sink once again.

I sat up on the edge of the table to indicate my readiness. She glanced down at my now-soft member and then winked before leading me to the next room. Once inside, Julie inspected my body for any stray hairs and removed them. Then I was told to lie comfortably in a big old-fashioned bathtub. After that, she put a cool, jelly filled mask over my face, placed a small pillow behind my head, and told me to relax. After the experience I just had, that was not going to be a problem.

The next thing I knew, she began to fill the bath with a warm mud-like substance. Apparently, it was supposed to help me relax even more as well as help my skin. I was not going to argue. I was just enjoying the ride. Once my body was covered up to my shoulders she reminded me once again to relax and said she would be back in about an hour.

Shortly after she left the room I must have drifted off to sleep. The next thing I remember was Julie removing my mask and standing next to me. She asked how I enjoyed it and then took my hand to help me out of the tub. Once I got out, she pointed me to a shower in the corner to rinse off. I turned the hot water on in the shower and quickly rinsed myself off. As soon as I got done, Julie was standing there waiting for me with a fluffy white towel to dry me off.

She took her time patting me dry and then led me to the next room. I was handed the white terry cloth robe I had worn from the hotel and told to have a seat while Julie left me alone again. The chair I sat down in was a swiveling barber's chair covered in white vinyl. The room I had been led to looked like a small salon. It had a sink and cabinets like some of the salons I had taken my wife to, but just the one barber's chair. 

In just a matter of a minute or two, Julie returned carrying a bowl of Chicken Alfredo and a glass of water. She handed the bowl and a fork to me and then placed the glass on the nearby countertop. "Enjoy!" she chimed, and then pulled a small stool in front of me and grabbed my right foot. She poured a little bit of lotion on my foot and toes and then massaged it in. Then she proceeded to the left foot. From there she went on to give me a complete pedicure, except for nail polish, while I ate my lunch. Once I finished my lunch she moved up to give similar treatment to my hands and finger nails. 

I had never had a manicure or pedicure before, but this was definitely something I could see myself doing again. My hands and feet had never looked or felt this good before.

After a total of an hour had passed, she stood up and spun my chair around and leaned it back towards the sink and told me she was going to wash and style it for me. The shampoo and conditioner she used seemed to have some sort of menthol in it and caused my whole head to tingle while she rinsed it. Initially it felt weird, but once I got used to it, it was nice. 

Finally she dried my hair and trimmed a little around the edges and on my neck. Then she applied some gel and styled my hair as well or better than if I had done it myself. As she spun the chair around to face the mirror, so that I could admire her work, I saw that my chauffeur had returned.

"Are you done with him, yet?" she asked pleasantly, but directly.

"Just about," Julie answered. "I just need to get him dressed and take care of a couple little details."

"That's fine," she responded back, "I am a bit early anyways. I'll just wait downstairs in the lobby."

Then Julie led me to yet another room. It was about the size of the last room but it contained only a white leather loveseat and several full-length mirrors. On the love seat was a medium-sized cardboard box with my name on it, but it still appeared to be sealed. Julie picked up the box and ripped the tape off effortlessly. 

"Throw your robe on the couch and stand right there," she directed, as she sat down on the love seat to inspect the contents of the box. "Perfect. It looks like everything is here."

The first thing she pulled out was a small bottle of baby oil. She poured a generous amount onto her hands and then began to rub it all over my body. "This will bring out the definition in your muscles," she said. "The women are going to love you. A lot of times there are disgustingly buff men there that look like they never leave the gym. Other times there are disgustingly hairy and fat men who look like they never leave the couch, but you are neither. You obviously take great care of yourself, but you don't look like you're on steroids," she continued, rubbing the oil from the tops of my shoulders to the base of my feet without missing a single nook or cranny. 

"I know I probably should not ask, but what are you talking about?" I blurted, as my curiosity got the best of me.

"Oh, she hasn't told you. Well, I can't spoil the surprise then." Julie said with a smile, as she reached back into the box once again.

This time she pulled out two ankle cuffs, two wrist cuffs, and a collar. They were like nothing I had seen before. They were made from leather but covered in stainless steel. That way they were comfortable against my skin, but flashy to all who beheld them. 

Julie quickly attached the two ankle cuffs and matching wrist cuffs. Then she told me to get down on my knees. Once I was in position, she snapped the collar around my neck and reached back into the box once more. The next thing she retrieved was a black, braided-leather leash which she quickly clipped to the d-ring on the front of my collar. Then she pulled firmly up on it gesturing me to my feet once more. 

Again she returned to the box. This time she pulled out a small container of ointment which she lathered all over her hands before standing in front of me.

"Put your hands on your head." She directed while she continued to coat her hands with the ointment.

As soon as I did this reached out and began to fondle my balls. She applied the cool substance all over them for a good thirty seconds. It felt cold but good. When she was done she wiped her hands on her smock and went back to the box one final time.

"The ointment," she said, "will keep your balls all neat and tidy by keeping them cool. Your mistress prefers them up as opposed to dangling." Then she walked back towards me with a small black velvet bag, which was a bit larger than your average coin purse, and a silver sequined thong. She handed me the bag, but told me not to open it. I was to simply hand it to my mistress. Then she bent over slightly and held the thongs out for me to put my feet through. 

"I can do that," I responded, as I reached out to take them.

"No, I would be more than happy to," Julie followed, as she pulled them away from me and then held them out once more.

I could not help but be a little flattered by this older woman's charms as I stepped into the thong and she pulled it up into place. She even went so far as to pull on the waistband a bit and handle my package a time or two before swatting my ass and letting me know she was done. 




Sweet November Ch. 10



I looked into one of the full-length mirrors at her completed work and saw how it all came together. My glistening body, perfect hair, shining bondage and thong, topped off by a fancy leash and collar could only mean one thing. I was about to be paraded around even more than I had before. A cold shiver shook my body as I took it all in.

"You'd better get going." Julie said, as she pushed me out the door and then led me down the stairs by my leash, which she then handed to my sexy Asian driver waiting by the door.

I was quickly led out the door and back into the cold November air without even bothering to see if anyone was watching. Down the cold cement steps we trod to the waiting Town Car. She opened the back passenger side door, and I jumped in. There, sitting in the back seat waiting for me, was my sexy wife.

Jess was dressed to the nines in an incredibly powerful and intoxicating dominatrix outfit that made me want to serve her every whim until the hands of time stood still. She wore a black vinyl hat with a stainless band encircling it that looked similar to that of police officer or taxi driver, with her mid-length brunette hair running down to her shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes were inviting with her heavy mascara and deep-red painted lips. She wore a black and silver leather corset that barely covered her pink nipples and accentuated her luscious tits and beautiful neck and shoulders. It was tied tight in the back in a criss-cross pattern that stopped just inches above the dimples above her ass. 

The silver sequined thong she wore matched mine exactly, except for the bulge that was growing in the front of mine. The corset had straps on each side that attached to black fishnet stockings that wrapped her shapely legs. Her outfit was completed with black patent leather high heeled ankle boots, matching gloves that reached past her elbows, and a riding crop with a stainless steel handle.

I handed her the black velvet bag and begged to serve her while I took in the beauty before me. Every second that passed while I waited for her response seemed like an eternity.

She pressed her leather clad finger to her cheek indicating that I might kiss her. Once I had, she motioned for our chauffeur to go and I sat back in my seat.

Not a word was said to me as we drove, but Jess and the driver spoke freely. It was almost as though I was not there. I did not mind. I was too busy enjoying the scenery of my sexy wife sitting cross-legged in the seat beside me.

Finally, the car began to slow as we approached what looked to be a warehouse in the middle of the country. I figured this must have been the place I was taken to a couple nights before. There was a line of cars, at least ten deep, ahead of us. As we got closer I saw each one stop at the door and drop one or two people off. If it was just one, it was a woman dressed not too differently than my wife. (I did see two women in evening gowns.) If it was two people getting out of the car, it was a dominatrix leading a man dressed similarly to me. There seemed to be more women by themselves than those with men, but that was based only on the few cars I could see.

Finally we stopped at the entrance and I opened the door and took Jess's hand to help her out. Then she took the leash and led me inside. Once inside I realized that this was, in fact, the same place as before, but now it was decorated like some ritzy party.

Jess pulled on my leash and led me to a table marked 'registration'. We stood in line behind two other couples, while other women continued to shuffle in behind us, until soon we reached the front.

"Name?" the woman at the table asked.

I began to speak but a quick jerk on the leash stopped me short. "Mistress Jessica and slave," Jess said, as she glared at me.

The woman shuffled through a dozen or so papers until she found the one she was looking for. "Follow me," she said, as she pulled back a curtain and stepped into another room.

Over the next few minutes she took down a little information about me. First she weighed and measured me. "6'2" and 190 lbs" she said, as she wrote on her clipboard. "Strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes," she said, as she wrote again. "When was your last ejaculation?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"Nine this morning," Jess answered for me, as if she had anticipated the question. 

"Very good," the woman responded, as she noted on her sheet and then reached out and pulled my thong down to the floor as if it was no big deal. Then she grabbed a tape measure from a nearby table and held it up to my dick, made soft again by the cold.

"I can write this number down, or you can help me out," the woman said curtly.

I looked up at Jess and she nodded discreetly back. Then I took my soft member in my hand and began to pump it slowly.

"I haven't got all day," the woman sighed, and I picked up the pace as it started to rise.

After a couple minutes of stroking, I was fully erect and the woman slapped my hand away. First she wrapped the tape measure around the middle of the shaft and measured the girth. Then she measured the length. 

"Nine-and-a-quarter inches long, four-and-a-half inches around," she said. "It isn't the best I've ever seen, but it's not bad," she quipped, as she went back to writing on her clipboard. Then, she placed an armband on my left arm with the number eight on it and quickly left the room.

I reached down to pull up my thong, but Jess stopped me short. "You won't need that for a while," she said, gesturing for me to hand it to her. 

Then she reached into her velvet bag and pulled out a stainless steel cock ring. She grabbed my cock and balls and snapped it into place, ensuring that my erection was here to stay. Then she grabbed my leash once again and led me back through the curtains, past the registration table and into the main room where I had been put on display earlier in the week.

This time it looked much different. It was decorated like an elegant ball with a stage, front and center. There was a bar at one end where all the bartenders were muscular men wearing only white vinyl shorts and a smile.

Around the edge of the room were various booths set up much like a carnival. Unfortunately, they were mostly covered, so the games could not be seen.

As I looked around there had to be at least a hundred women walking around dressed in varied sorts of dominatrix gear. It was truly a sight to behold. They were tall, short, fat, skinny, black, white, and so on. It was a cornucopia of women. Beyond that, some were dressed much like Jess, while others did not bother to wear panties and some did not bother with a top. About half wore small masks to conceal their identity, but the rest did not bother. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Then there were the men. While there were over a hundred women, there were less than fifteen men walking around. That does not count the bartenders and wait staff carrying around wine and champagne. Most of the men were wearing next to nothing except for cuffs and collars. They, too, came in various shapes in sizes, but due to the limited number it was not nearly as extreme.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone tapping on a microphone. We all turned our attention towards the stage where Helen now stood in her favorite dominatrix attire. She announced that it was now time to officially start the party and that the competition would begin in five minutes at the booth mark "Outlast".

I did not know what was going on, but I knew by the way Jess was pulling on the leash that I was going to be involved. When we got to the booth it had been uncovered. I saw eight brightly painted seven-foot-tall sheets of wood with shackles on each corner. Jess led me over to one of the tables and fastened the shackles to my wrists and ankles. Then she pulled each one until I was locked in place with my arms and legs spread wide. After that she pulled off my cock ring and placed her hand under my chin to make sure that she had my attention.

"Don't you dare come before the others," she commanded, and then stepped behind the banister where all of the other women had congregated. I had no clue what she meant, but I soon found out.

I looked to both sides of me and saw the rest of the panels had men strapped to them as well. Then I watched as eight women came from behind us carrying long hoses with clear plastic tubes on the end. They were dressed in red vinyl body suits and they all looked like they had just jumped out of a Robert Palmer video. They all had short black hair, bright red lips and pale skin. And they were, in fact, 'Simply Irresistible'.

One of the women stood in front of me and grabbed my cock and slid the tube up the length of my shaft. Then she twisted a green band near the top and a green band near the bottom. Immediately I felt the tube lock comfortably onto my member. She gave a quick jerk on it to assure that it was tightly in place. Then she disappeared behind the wall with the other seven women.

Once again, I looked to my sides and discovered the other men in the same position as I. Then Helen stood before us. 

"The object of this game," she said, "is to 'outlast' the others. Eight of you will go now and seven of you will go when this is finished. The slave that lasts the longest without coming will get fifteen points; the next will get fourteen, and so on." She stopped just a moment to read our expressions and then pointed to someone to start the machine.

Without hesitation, the machine began to stroke and suck our cocks. I could not believe the sensation I was experiencing as the tube crawled up and down my erection and air filled the plastic bags inside giving me indescribable feelings. I looked out into the crowd of women watching them as they taunted and cheered. Many of the women were pinching their nipples and touching themselves in an effort to make us come even faster. Finally I made eye contact with Jess as she mouthed the words "don't come" to me while she stared me down. That was enough motivation to get me through a couple more minutes. 

Finally, I heard the crowd cheer a couple times, signaling that some had shot their wad. Then Helen announced that we were no longer allowed to close our eyes or we would be disqualified. This forced us to look out into the crowd at the women teasing us with their bodies.

Within seconds I heard the crowd cheer again as two more gave up their load. By my calculation that left only three more. I concentrated on my wife as she glared at me. That allowed me to hold out while two more gave way.

It was down to me and one other, when a woman saw where my attention directed and stepped in front of Jess and began to lick her lips while she played with herself. Jess tried to push her away until she realized the woman was the other slave's mistress and decided to go to work on him instead.

My concentration had been broken, but I was still determined to win. I do not know what Jess did, but I know the other guy did not last much longer and I was the only one remaining. I determined to hold out a few moments longer since I knew there was still another round to go, but finally the constant pumping of the machine got the best of me and I blew my load into the hose as the crowd erupted.

My body went limp against the board as my climax subsided and then Jess climbed over the banister to release me. She got my shackles off with ease, but the tube would not release until I had gone completely soft. When I finally did, she wiped the excess come from my cock and helped me slid my thong back on.

A few minutes later we watched as the final seven took on the machine. Only one lasted as long as I and he only beat me by a mere two seconds. Of course once he beat my time, he had no reason to hold out any longer.

The next couple of booths were pretty basic—athleticism-related competitions that soon separated the leaders from the rest of the pack. After doing some weight lifting, pull-ups, a foot race, and an arm wrestling competition I found my self in a dead heat with the one who had beat my time in 'Outlast'. We were well ahead of the others, but neither of us could manage to put any distance between the other with each passing event.

He was not quite as tall as I was, as he stood right at six feet tall, but he was a bit bigger in the upper body. He was African American with his head shaved bald and a rather imposing look about him, except when his dominatrix was around. His cock was at least ten inches long and just as thick as mine and it got plenty of looks from the many women walking around. 

He was ahead of me by two points as we headed into the next competition. The real trick to this whole ordeal was that none of the slaves had any idea how many events there were or what the next one would be. This forced us to put everything we had into every contest. The women were loving every minute of it.

Just as I was finishing the sports drink Jess had given me, Helen took her spot on the stage once again. I had assumed it would be to announce the next event, but it was in fact to give the point standings to the crowd and, as she put it, thin the heard. She went on to say that were only two events left. This meant that eleven of the fifteen slaves were so far behind in points that they were mathematically eliminated and needed to "meet their doom".

I watched, along with the crowd, as the dommes took their eliminated slaves up to a large round platform in the center of the room. Meanwhile, Helen's assistants in the red body suits returned. There were eleven of them this time, and they were each carrying a wooden stock. Once they carried them onto the platform, they dropped the vertical bar in place and locked it in. After that each dominatrix pushed their respective slave's head and hands into the stocks and locked them shut. Each of the eliminated slaves was now bent over at the waist to the point that their head and hands were now only three-and-a-half feet from the platform and their bottoms jutted out behind them. Then all the dommes left the platform.

I thought this was their punishment for losing, but it was just the beginning. I watched as the ladies in red grabbed their shorts, panties, or whatever they wore, and pulled them down to their ankles. Then they took 2' long spreader bars and locked them between their ankles so that their genitals were completely exposed. After that they stroked the losers' cocks until they were fully erect and then left the platform.

Once again I thought that was it, but it did not end there. I watched as Helen made the owners of each slave come up one at a time and jerk the slaves off. This was very embarrassing for a dominatrix to have to do in front of her peers, but seemed to be rewarding to the slaves. That is where they kicked it up a notch. 

Once all eleven of the slaves had shot their load, the eleven ladies in red returned with eleven different paddles. They each found a spot behind a slave and waited for the signal. When they were all in place they counted together ass they struck the slave's ass in front of them five times. Then they rotated around the circle to the next slave and then started again. This was to continue until each slave had received five swats from eleven different devices. The room echoed with the sounds of slapping and smacking along with the moans and hollers of the receivers until they were done.

Then the ladies put down their paddles and stroke the slaves' cocks again. Once more they came to life. Once more Helen made the owners masturbate their slaves to climax. This time it did not look like the slaves enjoyed it at all. They had already come a few minutes earlier as well as at the machine, and if they were like me, earlier that morning. Nevertheless they were being milked for their last drop. This time it took much longer for them all to come, but they all finally did it.

It did not stop there. Now I watched in disbelief as the ladies in red each pulled out a vibrator and began to lube it up. Then they turned them on and aggressively worked them into the slaves' assholes and then attached a strap around the slave's waist to hold it in place.

The look on the slaves' faces was hard to watch as they were obviously humiliated and hurting. But to my surprise, every one of the slaves' cocks rose once more. None were as hard as they had been before, but they were erect none-the-less. 

Then the ladies in red stroked their cocks one last time. I could hardly watch as they worked their hands up and down the tired shafts of those slaves. With every pull and tug they looked like they were in more and more agony. After a half-hour had passed, Helen felt confident that they had been milked dry and told them to stop.

The slaves were released from their bondage and led out of the room. Some of them could barely walk, but they all eventually disappeared from sight along with their mistresses.

Finally Helen went on to announce the next competition. It was going to be a taste test. We were going to be forced to identify five women, each by the taste of their pussy. There would be points given for speed and accuracy. 

I did not quite understand how this was going to happen until I got to the booth. The booth was split up into four sections, one section for each of us. In each section were five chairs spread out. Behind the chairs stood five women with no clothes on below the waist and they had all shaved so that I could only identify them by taste alone. I got really excited when I saw who the women were. They were all women whose pussies Jess had made me eat in the last couple weeks. Amber and Kate were the Diva's Jess worked with. Stephanie was the woman I licked during the demonstration a couple days ago. Emily was the girl from the library and Vicky was the lesbian from the bowling alley. I thought I had this in the bag until I heard Helen speak.

"As you can see, these are all women you have tasted before." She said. "You will now be blindfolded and your hands will be tied behind your back. Once you are ready the women before you will take their assigned seats and spread their legs for you. When I sound the horn you will all begin at the same time. You mistress will lead you to the first woman and you may take as long as you like to determine who you are licking, but you only get one guess. In addition, let me remind you that this is a timed event. Speed and accuracy is what determines how the points will be handed out."

As Jess put my blindfold on and cuffed my hands behind me, I heard the women shuffle to their seats. Then someone came by and inspected my cuffs and blindfold to make sure I could not cheat. A couple minutes later a horn sounded and Jess pulled me over to the first chair.

I made two quick licks on her outer fold before plunging my tongue deep inside to find her clit. Once I found it her juices began to flow and she began to squirm. Without even getting a good taste I knew it was Amber and I shouted her name and Jess led me over to the next chair.

Again I lapped at her outer lips before diving into her pussy and searching for her clit. Once I found it I began to suck and the juices began to flow. She tasted salty sweet like caramel corn from the fair. "Emily", I shouted and, once again, I was directed to the next chair.

I started the same way again on the next until I found her waiting clit. She was already a little wet, apparently from watching, which made me think it might be Kate. I was not sure so I kept sucking and soon remembered the sweet taste of Stephanie from the demonstration. I called out her name and then moved onto the next chair.

Her pussy seemed pretty tight as I licked and the smell of perfume threw off my taste a bit. I continued to lick for a little while longer until I figured out it was Ginny's perfume I smelled. "This must be Vicky." I called as I headed to the last chair.




Sweet November Ch. 10



"DONE!" I heard shouted from the section next to mine where I knew my nemesis was stationed. I was disappointed, but knew I had to finish.

I started to yell 'Kate', since I knew she was the only one left but I wanted to be sure before I did in case I had gotten one wrong earlier. I had already lost based on time, so I did not want to miss any points because of accuracy.

I kneeled in front of the chair and licked firmly at the entrance of her pussy as I penetrated her with my tongue. After locating her clit and getting her juices flowing, I was a little confused. The taste was very familiar, but it was not Kate. It was Jess. I called out Jess in a questioning tone and signaled that I was done.

A judge standing nearby pulled off my blindfold to reveal that my suspicions were correct. Kate had been leading me around during the event, not Jess. The same thing had happened at all four sections, but none of the others got it right. They all guessed their final woman's name without really tasting her. Jess could not have been more proud.

When they tallied up the final points, even though the others beat me on time, I beat them all on accuracy. That put me in a tie for the lead with the slave I had battled from the start. It also eliminated the other two from the final round, but they were not put through the same ringer as the others. Instead they were made to kiss the feet of Helen and the two remaining slave owners. This was also humiliating to their owners.

"It is now time for the final contest." Helen announced. "Tug-of-War"

My nemesis and I were led naked to the round platform in the center of the room where the other slaves had 'met their doom'. The platform was now empty except for two chairs on opposite ends of the circle. My opponent and I were told to get down on all fours facing away from each other. Then two ladies in red came up behind us and strapped a leather belt around our waist and a leather band at the base of our cock and balls. The band around our genitals had a D-ring on it which the attached a chain to. The other end of the chain was attached to a D-ring on the belt of our opponent. We were now positioned in such a way that if one of us crawled forward we would pull on the package of the other, but the belt kept us from doing any real damage as they were also linked to the band around our genitals. However it would be painful.

Once the crowd was assembled around us Helen spoke once again. "The first slave to pull the opposing slave across the line in the center of the circle will get to fuck the prize in the chair in front of you. (As you can see there is nothing in the chair yet, because your mistress will get to determine your prize.) The loser will be forced to watch the winner take his prize as well as be forced to clean the cum from her pussy afterwards. Do you understand?"

We both nodded our understanding and then she addressed our owners. "Now you must put your prize in the seat."

My opponent's owner quickly jumped on stage, pulled her panties to the floor and looked back over her shoulder to her slave and winked. Next she bent over and put her hand on the chair and swayed her delicious ass to motivate him. As she sat down in the seat and spread her legs she told him that when he won he could fuck her pussy and her ass, and then I would have to lick them both clean. He really got excited about that and got ready to crawl towards her.

Jess took an entirely different route. Instead of jumping up on stage, she sent Kate up there instead. She knew that there was something about Kate that drove me wild and that was all the motivation I needed.

Kate took her time getting to her seat throwing her white leather top and bikini into the crowd as she walked. Now she stood before me in just her white high heels and her mocha tan as she squeezed her fabulous tits in her hands and then took a seat. 

I now had all the motivation I needed. At the same time it appeared that he did too. I was going to have to be smart about this. I needed a strategy or my dick was not going to be much use to me whether I won or not.

Helen began to signal the start, "On your mark..."

We both rose to position like we were preparing to sprint.

"...Get set."

"He is bigger and stronger than me, but there has got to be a way to beat him." I thought.

"Go!" She shouted.

He began to lunge forward the second she shouted, but at that very moment it came to me, and I sat down on the chain. As he dove forward his package met too much resistance as the entire weight of my body held my end of the chain firmly in place. His eyes got as big as saucers as the sharp pain shot through his genital and into the rest of his body and he rolled over and grabbed his balls in pain.

I took my cue and crawled forward as the entire crowd watched in shock. He was helpless to do anything as I pulled him across the center line while he was crippled with pain.

Helen announced my victory and the crowd roared as one of the ladies in red released my chains, belt, and band. Then she went over to assist my nemesis who was still rolled in a ball, clutching himself.

I wasted no time getting to Kate. I pulled her from her chair and pushed her to the floor. Then I dove in to her pussy while the crowd cheered on. I licked and sucked her like a starving animal until I hat brought her to her first orgasm. Then I rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her up to her knees while I took her from behind. Her pussy felt so incredible as I pounded away at her with reckless abandon. I wanted it to last longer, but I was so turned on that I could not slow down. 

I grabbed her wonderful tits as I thrust in and out of her. Occasionally I would pinch a nipple while I licked and sucked on her neck and ear lobes. All at once I felt the pressure build as she pushed hard back against her. My cock exploded in glorious orgasm which in turn brought her climax on. I collapsed on top of her in exhaustion as the crowd clapped approval to out finale.

Moments later I saw my opponent crawling over to lick her pussy clean as he was supposed to do. I stopped him short and shook his hand congratulating him on a game well-played. Helen acknowledged my gesture and allowed him to leave without any further consequence. Then she marveled at my nobleness, which I accepted, but knew deep inside that I just did not want his lips on her pussy.

Once again, I collapsed on the platform in complete exhaustion. Jess brought me another sports drink and then told me she loved me and kissed my cheek.

I told her I loved her too and then kissed hers. After a few swigs of my drink I realized the place was clearing out. Jess helped me up and we headed towards the door. We walked to the exit where our chauffeur opened the door for us both and then drove us away.

Several minutes later I was surprised to see her pull up in front of the hotel I had stayed at the night before. I shot Jess a puzzled look as the Asian princess came around to open my door.

"You deserve a good night's rest," Jess said. "And you won't get one sleeping on my floor. There should already be some food waiting for you. I will pick you up at eight o'clock in the morning. Your clothes should be in the closest." Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek one more time and handed me my robe.

I quickly put it on and headed inside. Wanting to be seen as little as possible, I wasted no time at the elevator and headed straight for the stairs. This backfired a little because I was left standing in the hall while I waited for my chauffeur to open my door since they still would not give me a key. Finally she caught up and let me in.

I quickly went in and shut the door. Then I started the hot tub and took a few bites of the bacon cheeseburger Jess had ordered for me. "Boy, she knows me well," I thought, as I bit into the juicy burger. It really hit the spot.

I was crawling into the tub as I finished off the fries when I noticed the time on the clock. It was not even nine o'clock yet, but my body felt like it was close to midnight. I really was going to get a good night's sleep since she was not going to be there until eight. 

I slid down further in the tub to relax for an hour while I caught up on a little sports news. Then I retreated to the comfy king-size bed and drifted immediately off to sleep.



Sweet November Ch. 11



Sunday, November 17th

I was lying in my bed sleeping soundly when I heard the clicking sound of my hotel room door being opened. My initial thought was that it must be maid service and that they did not realize I was still here. I rubbed my eyes as they began to focus and I realized it was still dark outside. It was very unlikely that the maids would be coming around this early.

"Hello?" I called out as I sat up on my bed and glanced down on the clock on the night stand. It was only 5:30, but someone was sneaking into my room.

"Good Morning, I wanted to surprise you," Jess said, as she continued to walk towards me while pulling her sweater off over her head.

I sat there a little confused as she approached and continued to strip. In no time at all she was completely naked and crawling on top of me. I did not know what to think, but I took her lead as she kissed up my chest and my neck to my lips. Our tongues began to dance as we kissed passionately and she reached down between my legs and began to stroke my already-growing member.

"I just had to have you before we started the day," Jess gasped, as I began to squeeze her tits and ass.

Suddenly she stopped kissing me, slid down my body and began to lick my cock and hairless balls. Although I was the slave, I found myself holding her down as her mouth engulfed my swollen member. Using all her expertise, she massaged my cock to the brink of explosion time and time again. 

"Don't you dare come, yet," she puffed, as she continued to stroke me while she looked deeply into my eyes. "I want your spunk for my pussy." Then she began to suck on my cock once more. 

Jess continued to take me to the very edge two or three more times before I finally pushed her over. Then I jumped over on top of her and slammed my rod into her soaking pussy. Again, we kissed passionately as though we had not seen each other in years. I grabbed her ass with both hands as I pounded away.

Jess began to scream out in ecstasy as her orgasm began to build. I could not wait any longer and I shot my load. Even though I was done I could tell her climax was still on its way up. I squeezed her ass even harder and continued to drive her to orgasm.

"Yes, Yes, Yes," she began to scream, as her body started to spasm. 

I placed my hand over her mouth, not wanting to disturb my neighbors, and continued to pump away. Finally her orgasm subsided and I slid my cock out of her and rolled on to my back to take a few deep breaths.

Without missing a beat, Jess sat up and grabbed my cock once again, and licked it clean. Then she thanked me for the good time as she put her clothes back on and headed for the door. 

I could not believe what had just happened and I looked at her in bewilderment. "I'll be back for you at eight," she said, and then disappeared out the door. 

I looked at the clock once more and saw that it was now only five after six. I decided I might as well get one more hour of sleep before I have to get ready. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

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My alarm went off right at seven, but I could not help but hit the snooze a couple times before I finally pulled myself out of bed. It was at this time I realized I had never actually looked in the closet to see what I would be wearing today. As I opened it up, I was surprised to find a traditional black tuxedo hanging there with patent leather shoes resting on the floor.

'Jess has managed to baffle me again,' I thought, as I turned on the shower and got in. I continued more normal morning rituals, all the while distracted by the tux in the closet. After brushing my hair and teeth I went to the closet to get my clothes for the day.

Upon opening the bag that hung with the tux, I not only discovered a bow tie, cufflinks and socks, but black boxer briefs like I had worn normally before this month began. I was all too delighted to put them on as soon as I found them. However they felt curiously strange when I put them on. I must have gotten use to the abnormal panties and chastity devices I had been wearing.

Over the next several minutes I finished getting dressed and found myself standing in front of the mirror admiring my look just as I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find that the Asian princess was to be my chauffeur once again. She wore the same sexy black outfit as she had the day before except with pants in place of the skirt. Nevertheless she still turned many a head as we walked through the lobby to the place where the car was parked.

She opened the door for me to reveal that, once again, Jess was waiting inside. As expected, she looked stunning. She wore her hair up in the back like the night I took her to prom many years before. The earrings and necklace she wore were simple pearls, but they brought the perfect amount of attention to her sexy neck and ample cleavage. Her dress was a shimmering royal blue that was cut low in the front and the back. The bottom flowed nicely down her waist with a slit up the side that gave teasing glimpses of her leg to the tops of her thighs. She looked absolutely ravishing as she sat there while we rode to our destination.

I felt rather strange all dressed up so early in the morning on a Sunday, but I knew there must be a reason. This time we talked a little as we rode, but soon we arrived at the place we had been last night. 

Once again there was a line of fancy cars leading to this building in the middle of nowhere. I had never really paid attention to where we had driven, but it was obvious it was secluded. I watched the people emerge from the cars ahead of us as I had the afternoon previous. As before, there were many more women than men, but this time, the few men that arrived were dressed in tuxes and suits just as I was, and the women all wore evening gowns like my wife.

Finally we pulled up to the door and exited the car. This time when we entered there was no registration. There was simply a hostess stand with a couple of young ladies waiting to lead us to our seats. When we got to the front of the line they asked our names.

Jess answered, "Mistress Jessica and slave." I was slightly confused by this answer, considering the setting, but I followed along as usual.

The hostess led us to our table near the stage. I held out the chair for Jess and then took my seat as well. I surveyed the room and was amazed by the transformation. A few hours ago it was an indoor carnival, but now it was a formal dining area. There were candles and flowers on all fifteen round tables. There were fancy glasses and cloth napkins on them as well. Each table seated ten, but it appeared they were seating only one man at each table. There was a woman in the corner playing a grand piano and wait staff offering water and wine. It was odd to see this going on so early in the day, but I found it all very interesting.

Over the next fifteen minutes the tables filled up and the waitresses pulled carts out to the tables. One by one they placed salads in front of each of the guests with the last one being placed in front of the lone male. No one seemed to mind that they were being served dinner so early. I ate my salad without saying a word.

As we ate, the women all talked, but the men remained silent. Some women knew each other, but most did not. Regardless, they were soon engrossed in conversation while they learned about what cities, states, or even countries each other came from. Even though I was not permitted to speak, I found it all quite entertaining.

After a while the staff took our salad plates and brought our main dish to the table. Apparently they were pre-ordered meals, since some had an exotic fish, others had some kind of seasoned chicken, and I along with some others had a juicy filet. Not only was my steak great but the vegetables on the side were delicious as well. I devoured it all without hesitation over the fact it was only late morning.

While the others finished up, I saw that Helen had taken the stage. She stood at the podium, center stage, as she addressed the crowd. She started off by thanking everyone for coming to the dinner and hoped they had a good time at the events that were held from Thursday on through to today. (The women clapped to signify their enjoyment.) Then she went on to thank all of the volunteers who helped out as well as the current year's committee. (All of this was foreign to me, but I listened intently nonetheless.) Finally, she reminded everyone that the events of the weekend would not be possible without the donations they received and the annual auction. (Once again the crowd clapped.) After that she went on to announce that next year's events would be posted on the website in the upcoming week, so they should watch for the information.

Then I watched as she stepped to the side and two young ladies moved the podium to the corner of the stage. From there she announced that the auction would begin in precisely twenty minutes.

I did not quite know what that meant, but the women were obviously excited. Soon the wait staff removed the remaining plates and gave the women instruction concerning the dessert table in the back. In addition, they handed pamphlets to each of them with the auction list on it as well as a small electronic device for each woman to place their bids anonymously with.

My curiosity was getting the best of me as I struggled to get a glimpse of the list the women were looking over so intently. I watched as the women whispered comments back and forth to each other until Jess finally decided to let me in on the secret. She handed me one of the pamphlets and then sat back to watch my expression.

I took the list from her hand and quickly looked it over. My jaw dropped as I saw that it was a slave auction. All fifteen slaves from the previous night were listed along with their portrait, height, weight, length, girth, and list of their specialties. As I looked it over I found myself at the bottom of the list as the featured slave. Since I had won the contest I was the one expected to fetch the largest amount of money. 

I looked up from the sheet to see scores of eyes looking my way. I quickly returned my gaze to the list to find the terms of the auction:

•All bids should be placed using US dollars.

•All bidders must be approved by the committee and pass all drug and disease screening.

•Every winning bid you have secures you eight hours with that slave on the predetermined date.

•Each slave will have six available days for you to bid on (but don't wait too long or you will miss your chance...)

•You may use your slave however you want during your time so long as you inflict no enduring pain or injury. In addition you may not go outside the predetermined guidelines set by their mistress.

•All bidding will start at a $500 minimum except for the featured slave, who will start at $1500

I panicked a bit as I took it all in. I was beginning to realize why I was going to be on vacation next week. I was going to be the property of strangers and Jess knew all about it. It was one thing when she set me up with women I did not know, but I trusted that she knew what she was doing. Here I will be at the mercy of the highest bidder.

Once again I looked up from the list. Jess was smiling sheepishly at me as she knew I was already beginning to sweat. Just then two young ladies came to me and told me they were here to take me back stage. I shot Jess a look of desperation as I rose from my seat.

"Have fun," she said, as she blew me a kiss. "I will see you next week."

I was still in denial as they sat me in a room with the other men while we waited for our turns. One by one the men left and never returned until I was the only one remaining. By now I had been in there for a couple hours, but I could scarcely hear a thing. Occasionally the crowd would get real worked up and I could hear their screams, but I could not make out what they were yelling.

Finally the time came for me to take the stage. One of the ladies who had brought me to the room now led me to the stage. As we walked she told me that I should really work the audience because my mistress would get half the proceeds. I was not sure that I believed her, but at the same time I figured what did I have to lose. I was going home with someone different one way or another. 

Helen announced me as the featured slave of today's auction and then proceeded to read my information to the crowd from off of the pamphlet. She then went on to add that I had a 'magic tongue' which any of the women who took part in the demonstration on Thursday could attest to. In addition she added that she had sampled my wares herself and gave me an 'A+ mark'. 

She really knew how to flip my switches and I was soon strutting around on the stage in my tux winking and blowing kisses to the would-be bidders. Immediately her machine began to light up as the bids poured in for Monday. She continued to update the crowd as to where the bidding was until it finally closed at $4990.

Now that Monday was sewn up, she moved on to Tuesday bidding, then Wednesday and Thursday. By this time I was pretty turned on by the thousands of dollars women were willing to spend for me and I really got into it. As the bidding for Friday began, I removed everything but my pants and shorts. This succeeded in getting the bidding up over $10,000 at which point I took the pants off as well. Finally the bidding for Friday closed at $13,600 and I never knew who had made any of the winning bids as we moved to Saturday.

Knowing that this was the final day, I turned away from the women, pulled down my boxer/briefs and threw them into the crowd. "Nice ass!" I heard a couple women yell as the whistling ensued and the bidding began again.

When I finally faced the crowd with my erect cock in hand the bidding had already exceeded that of Friday's. I was beginning to sweat a bit more as I ran naked into the audience. Dozens of women reached for my erection and others grabbed my ass. Then I returned to the stage and the bidding soon ended.

Helen announced, "We have a new record! Saturday's slave owner purchased him for $42,250." The crowd went crazy.

"I have one more announcement to make," Helen said, "We will be auctioning him off for one more day.... Today."

The whole crowd gasped in excitement and then cheered. After a short pause the bidding machine lit up again. This time I did not fetch as much as I had for Saturday, but I think the heavy hitters may have already maxed out on me and the other slaves. Even so, I went for a respectable $22,200.

I sat naked on the stage as Helen addressed the women and told them how to collect their slaves over the coming days. Then things began to wind down and the women began to shuffle out. I started to pick up my clothes, which I had strewn about the stage, when I heard someone walk up behind me.

"You aren't going to be needing those," she said.

I turned around to see who it was. I had to catch myself from falling when I saw that the winning bidder for today was my ex-girlfriend from over five years ago. We had dated for a couple years and almost got married, but she decided she wanted to meet new people. I was heartbroken at the time, but eventually I met Jess and practically forgot about her. Jess would be pissed if she knew she were there. Lucky for both of us she had already left.

Heather was her name. She was definitely hot, but definitely not trustworthy. She was 5'7" and about 125 lbs. with curves in all the right places. She became a stripper after we broke up and I am sure she did well. She had dishwater blonde hair and nice C-cup breasts, but her best asset was obviously her perfect ass. It was practically hypnotizing to look at and blue jeans practically jumped off of the rack begging for her to where them. 

I felt a bit awkward standing before her naked, since neither of us had seen each other that way in many summers, but she soon set me a little more at ease. "I was just kidding," she said, noticing my apparent discomfort. "You can go ahead and get dressed, if you want. My time doesn't technically start until two. That gives you about an hour and half of free time until then. I was hoping you would join me for lunch." 

I began to pull on my shorts and pants, and then button my shirt as I responded. "You know, I just ate a couple hours ago, but all that dancing and running around has made me a bit hungry. Let's go." I figured if she was going to be in charge of me the following eight hours I best start things off on the right foot.

I followed her out to her car and she drove us to a nearby greasy spoon we used to frequent when we were dating. I could not help but wonder whether she wanted to relive "the good ole days" or if she just really liked to eat there. Regardless, I was hungry and she was buying, so I was not complaining.

"Your wife is so lucky to have you," Heather said, as we sat down. "I should have held onto you while I had the chance."

I did not know how to respond, so I didn't. I just took a long drink of my coke and waited for her to finish.

She went on to say how wonderful a boyfriend I had been, but she thought she wanted someone with more of an edge. Then she said that it was really her mom's fault, because she kept telling her how young she was, and that she needed to play the field more. 

The conversation went on with that general theme for the next hour. No matter how hard I tried to change the subject, it always came back there. I was able to find out that she was still single and still stripping. A number of Sugar Daddies, which she kept interested by never actually allowing them a taste, kept her bank account full, as well as her garage. Unfortunately, despite never lacking funds, she felt her life was empty.

As our meal came to a conclusion she paid the bill and we went out to her car. As we drove she began to tell me what I was going to do for her over the next eight hours. She started out by revisiting the fact that it was her mom's fault that we were not together and that was something she has never been able to get over. Then she said that she wanted me to punish her mom for her.

I shot her a look of disbelief as we pulled into her mom's driveway. 

"I've got it all planned out. Follow me," Heather said, as she grabbed a bag from her back seat and we went inside.

"My mom won't be home until after three. She always goes to see grandpa on Sunday afternoons and she never gets back before that," she said, as she pulled a strange bottle from her bag and threw it to me.

"What's this?" I asked as I looked over the bottle.

"The bouncers where I work use it to knock out unruly customers without hurting them or causing a scene. You are going to use it on my mom." She responded as she pulled several other items from her bag and explained the rest of her plan.

After Heather told me what she wanted to do, I offered this solution to her, "How about I tie you up to a chair in front of the door, so your mom sees you the second she walks in and is distracted while I come from behind and put the cloth over her face to knock her out. Then from there I will toy with both of you to make it look good."

"I love it," Heather said, obviously excited about my proposition.

I had Heather strip down to her bra and panties and then tied her arms behind her in the chair and her legs to the sides. Once she was secure, I messed up her hair and undid the front clasp of the bra. I really did this for my own sake, but I told her it would look more believable. She bought it.

A couple minutes later, I heard the garage door open as her mom returned home. I took my place just around the corner so that I could grab her the second she saw her beautiful daughter all tied up.

A moment later, she walked in with her head down messing with something in her purse. "Heather, are you here?" she called out, without looking up.




Sweet November Ch. 11



"Mom," Heather gasped, as though she was terrified by what was going on.

"Heather, what happened to you?" Liz said, finally looking up and seeing her distressed daughter bound half-naked to her dining room chair.

While Liz moved towards her daughter, I quickly slid out of my hiding place and wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed the soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. She struggled briefly and then went limp in my arms. I carried her gently over to the large dining room table and quickly began to disrobe her.

"Let me go, first," Heather shouted at me.

"You really aren't in a position to be making demands," I said, as I stripped her mother down to just her thong. 

As I turned her over onto her stomach, I could not help but notice how good a shape she was in for a woman her age. (She looked just like Heather except a couple more wrinkles and her breasts sagged a bit. Basically, she was a typical MILF.) Then I took some duct tape and taped her wrists to the corners of the table and tied her waist securely to the table. After that I went back over to where Heather sat.

I pinched her nipple a bit and teased that maybe I should just leave her tied up. Then I came up with a better idea. After I released her, we carried the coffee table closer to the dining area so that it was in perfect line of sight for Liz when she woke up. Then Heather lay down on her back and I tied her spread-eagle to it.

Once I was happy with the stage I had set, I went to the kitchen and found a pair of scissors and cut Heather's panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. Her glistening, shaven pussy revealed to me that she was already incredibly turned on by this chain of events. 

I went to the dining room and released one extension on the table so that Liz's legs and ass fell off the end and she was now held on the table by just the tape on her wrists and the rope around her waist. As soon as her body slid into this position, she began to wake up. 

Soon, she got her bearings and caught sight of her daughter and realized the position she was in. "Where is he?" she hollered angrily as she jerked her head around trying to find me. "When I get through with him, he is going to wish he was never born."


"Are you looking for me?" I asked coyly as I walked up from behind her to where she could see me better.

She immediately began to cuss and threaten me even more and tell me how worthless I was. I did not want to hear it. 

I grabbed the scissors from the counter and slipped them under the fabric of her thong and clipped them off. All the while she kept yelling about how much trouble I was in. Then I took her panties and shoved them in her mouth and slapped a piece of tape over them to keep them in place.

"Finally, some silence," I mocked, as I began to remove my shirt and pants. "Now it is my turn to tell you what is going on."

I went on to tell her how this was Heather's idea to get back at her. Then I made up a part about how I liked the idea but decided to turn the tables on Heather as well. I told them that they'd both better cooperate if they knew what was good for them. After a little prodding, some hair grabbing and such, they both agreed that I was in charge. Once I had them under control, I removed the gags from their mouths.

Then I stepped behind Liz and began to caress her bottom. "Not bad, not bad at all," I commented, as I gave her tush a little squeeze. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she kept quiet.

Then I shuffled around the kitchen a bit and then returned with a wooden spatula. "I think it's time we get started on that punishment." I said as I ran the wooden instrument across her ass.

SMACK!

I swatted her bottom with the spatula. She winced just a bit. She practically dared me to do it harder. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This time I put a bit more into it and she was struggling to compose herself.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Now I was really having fun. In spite of the increasingly red marks on her bottom, I began to sense she might be enjoying it too.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"That was ten," I said. "Now tell Heather you are sorry for breaking us up." Then I rubbed her bottom while I waited.

She paused for just a moment, and then spoke. "I'm sorry, Heather." she blurted, with relative sincerity.

"Liz, if I didn't know better, I might suspect you are enjoying this." I commented as I ran two fingers across her slit and found her pussy getting wetter. She moaned softly and pushed back, trying to get me to slide them in, but I wanted to have some more fun.

I went to Heather's bag and looked through it a bit until I found what I was hoping for. "This is perfect." I chimed, as I pulled a small silver vibrator from the bag and showed it to the women.

Then I held it out for Liz to suck, but she kept her lips closed. "Come on, Liz, show me what a good cock sucker you are." Then I grabbed her hair and pushed it into her mouth and made her lick it good. Then I walked back behind her and pushed it into her waiting pussy, turned it on low, and smacked her ass again. "That better still be there when I get back."

"Now it's your turn, Heather," I teased, as I walked towards her. "You are so mad at your mom for making you leave me, but you still made the choice...I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. That way every time you are with another man you will remember what you could have had with me. And then, when I am done, I am going to fuck your mom, too. That way she knows what she cost you, too"

Then I pulled off my shorts and released my engorged member. Liz gasped when she saw it. "Heather, you never told me he was so big."

"We were in high school, he must have grown," Heather responded, as she stared at my erection.

I kneeled down at the end of the coffee table Heather was tied to and began to run my tongue up and down the entrance to her twat. It was incredibly soft and smooth and she began to breathe heavily as I pushed my tongue inside. I squeezed her thighs firmly as I explored her. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her and rolled it back and forth. She curled her toes and clinched her fists as I pushed my tongue flat against her clit and flicked it up and down. I felt her muscles tense as her orgasm approached. I kept the pace slow and steady as she reached her peak. Suddenly, she began to moan as her climax took over. I wrapped my tongue around her sex button and hummed deep in my throat. This seemed to take her excitement to another level as she strained against her bondage and her body began to spasm in one giant orgasm.

I gave her a few seconds to catch a breath or two and then I slid my cock in to her soaked pussy. After just a few thrusts she began to come again. The fact that I had not let her recover kept her close to the edge. I used that to my advantage and drove her to a couple more before I finally felt my own climax arriving. 

Just as I reached the point of no return, I pulled my cock from her pussy and finished myself off by stroking the rest of the way to orgasm. I shot my load all over her flat stomach and luscious tits. I even got a little on her chin and lips as my initial shot went further than the rest.

I fell back on the floor and caught my breath a bit, as I looked back at the two women bound before me. It was truly a sight to behold. Here was a woman I had once considered the love of my life, bound naked to a coffee table with come dripping down her. Then there was her mom, bound face-down on the dining room table, naked, with a dildo pushed into her pussy while she was made to watch. I would have never imagined.

A few minutes later I got up off the floor and went into the kitchen for a drink. I took a Pepsi from the fridge and walked back in to join my captives. Then I took a seat in one of the dining room chairs and finished my drink as I shook my head in sheer satisfaction at the display before me.

The women just looked at me with tormented eyes that begged for release and satisfaction. I was not done yet. 

I finished my Pepsi and walked back over to Heather. "I need you to get me hard again," I said, "so I can fuck your mom." Then I held my limp member to her lips and warned her not to do anything stupid.

Heather opened her mouth and received my dick between her lips. It soon began to grow as she expertly licked and sucked the whole length, despite the fact she was tied down. In just a minute or two, I was hard again, but I found myself struggling to pull myself away from the sensational blowjob she was giving me. Finally, I mustered up the willpower and pulled my raging tool from her lips.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked Liz, while I stroked my member tauntingly.

"Yes, please," she begged in response.

I positioned myself behind her and pulled the vibrator from her pussy. Then I grabbed her hips and rammed my cock into her dripping hole. The vibrator had done a great job of keeping her right at the edge without allowing her to come. Now, every thrust I gave her took her closer and closer to the climax she so desperately needed. It did not take long before she was pushing hard back against me and grunting with every thrust.

"Oh, Ohh, OHHHHHHH!" she called out, as she gripped the table corners tightly and her orgasm reached its peak.

I continued to bang away at her until I drove her over the edge one more time. Then I pulled my cock from her without allowing myself to come. I walked in front of her and pushed my cock to her lips and told her to lick her nasty juices off. She took it between her lips and sucked me in as she bobbed up and down on me. 

"Now I know how your daughter became such a good cock sucker," I said, as she worked me to a frenzy.

Apparently she took exception to that and released my cock before I was done. "Finish it yourself," she barked.

I was a bit shocked by her outburst, but not thrown off my game. In fact, that was the perfect reaction. "That won't be necessary," I shot back. "I've got everything I need right here."

I reached into Heather's bag once more and pulled out a squeeze bottle of lube. Then I squirted a generous portion on my cock and slathered it on. After that, I stepped behind Liz and squirted a blob on her asshole. 

"You wouldn't dare!" she screamed, and began to kick her legs. "I won't even let my husband do that."

"Even better, a virgin ass." I smiled and grabbed the duct tape off the counter to restrain her kicking legs.

Once they were secure, I pushed her thong back into her mouth to muffle her shouting once again. Then I found my place behind her once more and pushed the tip of my cock against her hole. I watched as she curled her toes and her knuckles went white from squeezing the corners of the table. Gradually I pushed further into her and then pulled back. Then I pushed further and back again. After several more attempts I got in as far as I dared go and I felt her ass clinching in pain and pleasure. 

By now, I was thoroughly entranced by the sensation in my cock and balls and started to pick up the pace. Liz managed to spit out her panties and began to pant as my climax neared. I thrust into her three more times and shot my cum deep into her as she seemed to escape into an orgasm of her own. I continued to pound away until I emptied my load and she moaned in ecstasy. Finally, I collapsed on top of her as we began to recover.

Just then, I saw a set of headlights shine in the window from someone pulling into the driveway. I ran to the window to see who it was. Luckily, it was my Asian princess here to pick me up in the Town Car. I was having so much fun I had not realized my time was nearly up.

I found the bottle Heather had given me earlier and soaked another cloth with its contents. Then I held it over Liz and Heather's face until they passed out. They both struggled a bit as I did this, but they were not much of a challenge since they were both still bound. I looked around the room for a way to commemorate this event when a digital camera sitting on the computer desk caught my eye.

I snapped a couple of quick pictures of the women in their bondage and then released them. When I flipped Liz over, the sight of her neatly trimmed curlies gave me an idea. I went into the master bath and located her razor and shaving lotion. After that I got some hot water and a wash cloth to make my task just a little easier. Then I went back and quickly shaved her pussy bare.

The feeling of shaving a woman in her most precious area had gotten me rather turned on. The act of revenge seemed to take that feeling even further. Unfortunately, I was quickly running out of time so I could not satisfy the urge to jerk off, just yet.

I snapped a couple more pictures and looked around the room once again. Back on the desk I spotted a red and a black indelible Sharpie and my mind filled with ideas. I took the red marker and put an 'X' above her pussy and wrote 'not here' above it. Then I flipped her back over and drew an arrow to her asshole and wrote 'put it here' next to it. Finally, I snapped a couple more pictures and carried her into her bedroom. Then I secured her arms to the headboard and propped her ass up in the air with a few pillows. Now it would be the first thing her husband would see when he gets home from working late. To make sure she did not ruin it for him, I stuffed her panties in her mouth once again and taped it shut. Then I snapped my final few pictures of Liz, before heading back to take care of her daughter.

I only had a few minutes left by the time I got back to Heather. I wanted to get back at her for the heartbreak she caused me and the cheating she never thought I knew about, but I did not have the time to do much. I quickly released her and took the markers once again and wrote "cum slut, wench, whore" and various other related words all over her chest, stomach, and ass. I figured, at the least, it would make for an interesting explanation when she went into strip the next day. Then I carried her to the guest room and laid her on the bed. Finally I found my opportunity to tend to my erection. I stroked it hard and fast until I shot my load all over her naked body. Then I took one last picture.

I hurried over to the computer and downloaded the pictures. Then I opened up their internet connection and e-mailed them to myself for my own enjoyment later. I supposed I could even use them for blackmail if the opportunity presented itself. Once they were delivered to my e-mail, I deleted them from her camera and her computer so that they had no clue that I had them. Finally, I returned the camera to its initial resting place.

As I turned off the computer, I looked up at the clock and saw my time was now over. I grabbed my pants, shirt and shoes, put them on and ran out the door. I could not help but chuckle a bit as I crawled in the back of the Town Car and rode back to the hotel.



Sweet November Ch. 12



Monday, November 18th

I woke up this morning in my hotel room and saw my alarm clock read 9:47. I hardly remembered going to bed and I must have slept like a rock. I felt relatively refreshed from the extra sleep I got, but soon the incredible urge to pee overwhelmed me. As I headed to the bathroom I noticed an envelope on the floor that obviously had been slid under the door. Despite my curiosity I kept right on going in order to relieve the mounting pressure. 

A few moments later I reached into warm up the shower then quickly retrieved the small crème colored envelope from the floor and opened it. As I returned to the steam filling bathroom I read the note:

Slave,

You will be picked up at 2:00. Your clothes are in the bottom drawer. Be sure to eat lunch prior.

Out of curiosity I headed back out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom to check the drawer. I was a bit surprised to find a pair of blue jeans, my boxer briefs, a t-shirt, chocolate brown sweater, some socks, and my tennis shoes. This definitely confused me. This had to be the most comfortable thing I have ever been "forced" to wear in my life. I picked them up and headed back to the bathroom to shower and shave.

After taking a nice, long, hot shower I took my time shaving, brushing my teeth, etc., and got dressed. I tinkered around in my hotel room for a little while longer until finally leaving my room just after noon and heading down to the restaurant attached to the hotel for lunch. 

I would like to tell you something exciting happened while I sat at the bar watching a recap of the weekend in sports, but unfortunately the most intriguing thing in the bar that Monday afternoon was my bacon cheeseburger. I slowly enjoyed my burger in an effort to kill the next hour-and-a-half and then asked the bartender to charge it to my room. Then I watched the countdown of the top plays in sports before returning back to my hotel room.

I sat in my room for just a couple minutes before a knock was at my door. As I stood to answer it I glanced quickly at the clock in the room and saw that it was two o'clock on the dot. I opened the door to find the chauffer I had expected was standing there waiting to pick me up. 

As we headed to the car I tried to strike up a conversation, but like all the other times had no luck. She just strutted ahead of me and opened the door to the Town Car without ever making a sound. The drive to our destination was no different.

After a relatively short drive we pulled up in front of the lingerie shop where Jess worked. I was not quite sure what to make of this. Figuring it out was not going to be an issue. I never had enough time to think after that. Seconds later my door was opened and I was instructed to head inside. 

I headed towards the door and reached out to pull it open when I saw a paper sign taped to the window. The sign read "First Annual Customer Appreciation Event". As I walked inside it hit me that the shop normally was not open on Mondays but the parking lot had three or four cars in it. My mind fluttered with possibilities.

"Good afternoon, slave," Laura said, as she approached with a grin from ear to ear. "I guess I got quite a bargain judging by what some of the other women ended up paying for you."

"Yes, mistress," I affirmed as I stood before her, waiting for her instructions.

"I am just going to have you help me get this place ready, for now," she said. "We'll have some real fun later." Then she winked as she stepped to the center of the store and beckoned me to follow.

Laura was the owner/operator of this store for about seven years. Her husband bought her this place to get her out of the house and give her something to do. Frankly I do not think he would have cared if she lost money at it as long as she left him alone. Much to his surprise, she actually did quite well.

Laura set up her lingerie store in the front of an old house on Main Street and had a salon and tanning beds in the back. In addition to lingerie she sold a lot of adult paraphernalia to her clients as well. Most of her customers were incredibly loyal to her and spent a lot of time and money there. They apparently loved her location because they could park out back where passersby would not see them entering and they not be embarrassed walking in. 

The ladies who worked there, Jess included, were very friendly and helpful and made sure that everyone that shopped there was taken care of. Laura's shop carried a lot of costumes and risqué items that most women would only dream of buying from catalogs, but wanted to be sure they fit. In addition, the women who shopped there were encouraged to explore and embrace their sexuality. This made most who shopped there feel as though they were part of a secret society. I was about to learn that the big spenders actually were.

"I want you to start by moving these clothes racks back into the storage area so we have more room. Then clean up the floor and find me for the rest of your instructions." Laura gave these commands as though I was an employee, not a slave. It was a bit uncomfortable.

It took me quite a while to get the racks out of the room and put away. They were rather heavy and bulky, which made them tough to maneuver, but I finally managed to get it done. Then I picked up the loose hangers and tags off of the floor before I vacuumed. When I finally finished my assigned task it was a quarter after three and none of the women who worked there seemed to be around.

After looking around the main floor for a couple minutes I headed out back to check the entry steps. My wife tells me that many great conversations occur out there while a customer and/or fellow employee is enjoying a cigarette or grabbing a breath of fresh air. However, when I looked out back no one was there. It was at that time I noticed that there was now only Laura's BMW convertible parked in the lot. The others had apparently left, although I did not know why.

I walked back into the shop and headed towards the basement steps to find Laura. When I pulled on the door I discovered that it had been locked. I was puzzled a bit by this, since all the times I had been to the shop before helping out, this had never been the case.

"Are you done?" Laura called down to me from the second floor, after obviously hearing me yank on the basement door.

"Yes, mistress," I called back, and took a couple steps towards the stairs.

"Good, then come on up. I have something I need you to take care of up here," she answered. 

I headed up the stairs realizing that in the half-a-dozen times I had come to the shop I had never been upstairs. I guess I had never really thought about it, but I assumed she just had her office and other junk up there.

As I reached the top of the steps my suspicions were confirmed. There at the top of the stairs was her office, with boxes of samples and catalogs strewn about, and paperwork stacked on the right side of her desk. She also had a couple mannequins in various stages of dress and poses. 

There were two other rooms on the second level. A small bathroom complete with shower and vanity, and another room with the door pulled ¾ of the way closed where I could hear her shuffling around.

"What did you need me to take care of?" I asked, as I pushed the door open and discovered, Laura naked as a jaybird, relaxing in the center of a four-poster bed. She was leaning up against the headboard looking at a catalog with a devilish grin on her face. Even in her late forties she turned a lot of heads with her toned body and 34DD tits that her husband bought her.

"Me," she answered, as she swung her short but shapely legs to the edge of the bed and directed me to lose my clothes.

I quickly began to strip as my cock began to rise and push against my boxer briefs. I was covered with dust and sweat, but she did not seem to care as she licked her lips in anticipation. Once I had removed all of my clothes she spread her legs and beckoned me over to lick her waiting pussy.

Even if I had not been made to be her slave, I would have had a tough time declining her advances. Not only is Laura an incredibly attractive woman, but even at only 5'2" she controls everything that surrounds her. The power she emanates draws many to her, to the point you practically beg to be under her command. Her passion might be the only thing that is stronger than her will.

In a matter of seconds I found myself furiously licking her beautifully trimmed slit. I knew from previous encounters that she wanted it hard and fast or not at all, and I was not about to disappoint her. She lay back on the bed as she wrapped her legs around my head. I heard her begin to moan and felt her push back against my face as I picked up the pace and plunged my tongue even deeper into her. After giving her first orgasm to her I switched from licking her hole to sucking on her clit and pinching and twisting her nipples.

In almost no time at all she was flooding my face with her glorious juices and screaming out in ecstasy as she gripped my head firmly with her legs. Her orgasm seemed to cause her entire body to spasm in endless delight for several minutes as I continue to lick her clean until she finally relaxed and let me free.

I slouched back to catch my breath while I watched her breasts rise and fall while she caught hers. Nothing gave me more pleasure than this.

"Stand up!" she commanded, after a minute or two of resting.

Then she reached out and grabbed my rock hard cock and squeezed. "You like eating my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," I answered, as she increased the pressure on my member and began to fondle my balls with her other hand.

"You want to come now, don't you?" she teased.

"Yes, mistress," I answered as she increased her grip further. The intensity of both pain and pleasure was bringing tears to my eyes. I would not have thought even Laura had this much power in her hands.

"Too bad," she taunted, as she flicked my cock and released it. "This isn't about you. Have you learned nothing?"

She was reminding me of the first encounter I had with her a few weeks back when she made it perfectly clear that I was only there for her and the other divas' entertainment. If I received any pleasure whatsoever it was only because they wanted me to have it. It was never because I wanted it.

Then she reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved a glass of water and a small pink pill. "Take this!" she barked, as she held them out to me.

I looked at her with confusion, but took the pill and drank the water nonetheless.

"That will help keep your little cock in check until I am ready for it," she teased, as she took the empty glass back from me.

"No offense, mistress, but I don't need a pill to stay hard for you," I responded.

"Ha, ha, ha..." she laughed. "That pill isn't to keep you hard. It is to keep you soft. Like I said, 'you are here for my pleasure, not yours.' You will entertain many women tonight and when they can't get that tiny cock of yours hard they are going to punish you. I can hardly wait."

Before I knew it the pill was already taking effect and my erection began to subside. I thought it was embarrassing to stand in front of a bunch of women while I had a hard-on, but I knew this was going to be even worse.

"Let's go," she hollered. "We need to take a shower. Our guests will be arriving soon."

I followed her to the bathroom and into the shower where I washed her from top to bottom and front to back. Normally this would have had me sporting wood in seconds, but it did not even move.

After she was satisfied with my work, she jumped out and told me to hurry up. I rinsed myself off and quickly exited the shower and dried her off. Then she headed back to the other room to get ready. I took a couple minutes to dry off and then joined her.

"Lie down," she said, pointing to the bed.

I lay flat on my back and she went and gathered four furry handcuffs from her office. Then she locked me firmly in place with my appendages spread to the four corners of the bed. 

"You don't get to watch me dress," she taunted, and then slid a blindfold over my eyes and smacked my cock one last time before I heard her shuffle back to the closet.

I spent the next several minutes just listening to her move about the room as she got ready. After at least twenty minutes had passed, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 

"You look amazing," I heard the familiar voice of Jenny, one of Laura's employees, say.

"Thanks," Laura responded. "I wasn't sure if I should wear this one or the white one."

"You made the right choice," Jenny confirmed. Then there was a long pause as I felt Jenny walking around the bed that held me in place. "This is Jess's husband?"

"Yep."

"We are going to have fun with him tonight. I can't believe Jess is letting you do this," Jenny commented

"She didn't really have a choice once she put him up for auction," Laura shrugged.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. She's on her period right now and she did not want him to go to waste over the next few days so she agreed to auction him off," Jenny recalled.

"Crazy, isn't it? If he was my slave I would make him do what I want, when I want, period or no period," Laura stated.

"Me, too, but you know Jess. She loves him and thinks that is too far to go. Besides her loss is our gain." Jenny laughed.

Then I heard the ladies head down the stairs back into the shop as they continued their conversation.

Several more minutes passed until I heard someone climbing the steps again. This time no words were spoken as I felt a ball gag being pushed into my mouth and locked firmly behind my head. Then my wrists and ankles were released and a collar with leash was attached around my neck. The next thing I knew I was being jerked to my feet with the blindfold still in place. After that I was pulled harshly to the stairs and down to the store. 

Had my hands been bound I would have certainly broken my neck, but I was able to find the banister and steady myself as I descended the stairs. Finally I was led to the far end of the store and up three more steps. My head and hands were pushed into a set of stocks and locked. Then the collar was removed along with my blindfold. 

As my eyes adjusted to the light I felt a hand pulling at my still soft member and balls while I felt five quick, hard slaps on my ass with a leather-clad paddle. Before I had a chance to react it was over, but my ass was on fire.

Then Laura stepped up to my ear and whispered, "Don't move a muscle or you WILL regret it." After that she pulled a black sheet from off of the wall behind me. I was bound naked in the front window of her store with mannequins in dominatrix gear on either side. One of them held the paddle in position to strike again. It must have looked like quite a scene to the hundreds of cars passing by on that busy road, but I doubt any of them had any clue how real the scene was.

"Okay, girls, it's almost five o'clock. Let's get this party ready," Laura hollered, as she stepped down from the platform and back into the shop. 

The backdrop to her display window prohibited me from seeing back into the store, but the music and laughter told me that they were ready to have good time. I had to imagine a good amount of alcohol was flowing as well.

It was tough for me to remain still, but I knew it was in my best interest to do so. I slowly flexed my legs from time to time to keep them from cramping, but it was still very uncomfortable. Every minute that I stood there it became harder and harder to stand still, especially knowing that I was completely exposed to anyone driving by. I had never been more happy that the speed limit out front was 45 mph so it was unlikely that anyone not privy to what was going on would know that it was me standing there and not the usual mannequins.

Eventually Laura returned to the platform where I was bound and began to unlock the stocks. I did not get a good look at her before, but I definitely got a good look this time. She was dressed to kill in a deep red latex corset that showed off her glorious tits and matched her lipstick. She also wore a matching latex bikini and three-inch heels

"It's five-thirty, now," she said. "My twenty best customers have arrived, and it is your job to make sure they have a night they will not soon forget." With that she put a leash with collar back around my neck and led me down off the platform to another small platform where she addressed the group.

As I stood on the platform next to Laura, I coyly looked over the crowd. All twenty women were dressed in the exact same outfit as Laura except in different colors and shades. It was quite the site to behold. Twenty women of various shape, size, and ethnicity drinking champagne and martinis, dressed in a rainbow of colors. 

"First of all, I want to thank you all for attending this evening," Laura said, as she addressed the ladies. "I see you all got the outfits I had custom-made for each of you, and I must say you all look delicious. Tonight is my first customer appreciation event—a first of many, I hope. I want you all to have a good time this evening. Drinks are on the house and the same limos that brought you here will be waiting at night's end, so feel free to have all you like. As you mix and mingle, there are games and toys over against the wall. So if there is anything you have always wanted to try, this is your chance."

Then she paused briefly and gestured towards me. "One last thing, I have a challenge for you. Many of you have seen or heard of the talents of the slave I have here. In addition to him being here for all of your pleasures this evening, he is your challenge. As you may have noticed, his tiny little pecker is not aroused right now." She flicked it a couple times, encouraging a few giggles from the crowd. 

"I have threatened punishment upon him if he becomes erect, but whoever gets him hard gets him for the remainder of the evening. You are welcome to use whatever means you'd like to bring him to attention...and you have my permission to punish him if he doesn't." 

Once she made her announcement she unhooked my leash and pushed me into the crowd. "Enjoy!" she shouted, as I stumbled from the stage.

I was immediately grabbed and pushed to the floor. A couple of women I had never seen before, as well as a couple women I had seen at the weekend's events, had pulled me to the floor and held me down. I knew better than to fight them off, so restraining me was clearly unnecessary, but they seemed to enjoy the power the felt they had over me.

While two of them held my arms, the other two held my legs. Then I watched as another woman stepped over me and straddled my torso. She had long, strong chocolate legs that led up to her olive-colored panties and corset. As she pulled down her panties to expose her nicely trimmed pussy and apple bottom I got a quick glimpse of her perfectly round tits and her dark nipples were just peeking out of her top. Then she began to lower herself down onto my face with a satisfying grin on her full lips and a gleam in her deep brown eyes.

Without hesitation I began to lap away at her glorious pussy. I knew I would probably be doing this for a lot of women this evening so I wasted little time. I plunged my tongue deep into her and flicked it back and forth repeatedly. Once I felt I got her adequately warmed up I ran my tongue flat against her clit until she began to moan. With my arms and legs pulled to my sides I was having a tough time raising myself up to provide adequate pressure. 

Out of frustration she grabbed the hair at the back of my head and shoved my face forcefully into her pussy. I took my cue and wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard and steady until her climax ensued. As her orgasm enveloped her I felt someone pulling on my soft cock and fondling my balls. Even though I could not achieve an erection, it felt good enough to cause me to pick up the pace even more. She immediately began to writhe and buck against my face until she was spent and collapsed off to the side of me. 




Sweet November Ch. 12



Suddenly I felt my right arm released and the woman holding it stood to take her turn. Simultaneously the tugging and yanking on my member picked up as they tried furiously to get me erect. Then another woman grabbed my right arm before I ever had a chance to move it. Within seconds I found another waiting pussy pushed firmly down on my face as the women began to taunt me.

"We're going to be at this all night," one woman snickered.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll get hard real soon," another chided, as the assault on my cock continued.

The taunting and cock teasing continued, for what seemed like hours, as one woman after another took ride after ride on my face. It was an experience I will not soon forget, due in large part to the sheer variety of women I pleasured. They were just about every shape, size, and ethnicity and their orgasms were as unique as their bodies. Some moaned, while others screamed. Some squirted and one remained almost perfectly still as her body's tension built until she let out a loud gasp and then slumped over. Amidst all their differences I failed to find a single pussy which tasted the same as another. In addition, I found most of them incredibly delicious.

The whole while I was sampling woman after woman, they were trying desperately to get me erect. They pulled, tugged, and twisted. They caressed, stroked, and pinched. In spite of it all, nothing worked. They even tried different lotions and lubes and on more than one occasion I felt vibrators being inserted into my ass. Still nothing worked.

Finally, as I finished licking a stout—but cute—middle-aged brunette to her third orgasm of the evening, Laura came to retrieve me. As the woman climbed off of me Laura grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet and handed me a warm, wet towel to wipe my cum-soaked face. My jaw and tongue were more tired than I had realized. The constant change of scenery and delicacies must have kept me going.

Laura excused herself from the crowd of women as she held my hand and led me away. As we walked I got my first real look at what else had been going on over the last couple hours. Many of the women had cast their clothes aside in exchange for easy access to each others' most revered areas. There were clusters of women scattered around the shop on couches and on the floor, licking and sucking one another everywhere. Other women stood by and watched while they drank their wine, but others found ways to join in, bringing dildos and vibrators along. 

As we approached the steps to return upstairs I saw one woman with a large flesh-colored dildo still planted firmly in her dripping pussy, even though it appeared she had passed out some time ago.

Laura and I climbed the stairs to the top and I followed her to the bedroom. Once inside she handed me a bottle of water and a sandwich. "You have twenty minutes to rest. Use it wisely," she barked, and then walked back out of the room and slammed the door.

I had no trouble drinking the entire bottle of water. In fact I probably could have drunk two in the condition I was in. However, I was only able to eat half of the sandwich since every bite seemed more tiresome than rewarding.

I lay back on the bed as I waited for Laura's return and noticed the time on the clock was nearly seven-thirty. I had two-and-a-half hours to go, I could not get hard, and my mouth was shot. I could not figure what she planned next.

At seven-thirty on the dot, the door opened and Laura stepped in carrying a small black bag. Before I could stand, she grabbed my ankles and pulled two leather cuffs from the bag and fastened them in place. Then she fastened one more matching leather cuff to each wrist and then ordered me to stand.

"Turn around!" she barked. "I don't want that thing in my face." She slapped my cock for effect.

As I faced away from her she got down on the floor and attached a chain between the two ankle cuffs so that my ability to walk was inhibited but not stopped completely. Then she stood back up and reached back into her bag once more. From out of her bag she pulled a 12" long strap-on dildo and harness. To my surprise she began to buckle the harness around my waist and fasten the dildo in place. Then she slapped the exposed area of my ass and commanded me to turn around.

A devilish grin appeared on her lips as she admired her work and stroked my fake cock. "You are finally going to get to fuck some of those wonderful pussies," she teased. "Too bad for you, it won't be with your own cock."

After that she picked up her bag one last time and pulled out a bottle of lube. Then she squirted a generous amount into her hands and began to stroke my phallus seductively. Had it been my real cock, I am sure I would have shot my load in seconds. Once she was satisfied with her work, she spun we around and slapped the excess lube on my ass crack.

"Who knows? You just might need that," she taunted, as she slathered the lube into my crevice.

I stood there helplessly as she rubbed her hand up and down my crack until she wiped her hand dry on my leg.

"Now get down there and make me proud," Laura commanded, as she pointed down the stairs and slapped my ass.

I stepped slowly down the steps, taking them one at a time in order to maintain my balance. When I finally reached the bottom I felt dozens of eyes lock on me. Every woman in the place was now totally naked except for a few who had kept their heels on. They began to whisper and point and some even began to giggle, but one strode up to me confidently and lay down on the floor before me and spread her legs.

"I need a cock in me so bad right now, I am in no position to be picky," she said, as she reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled me down on top of her.

I guided the strap-on into her waiting pussy easily as she threw her legs over my shoulders. I pushed it in and out over and over again while I caressed her large round breasts. I quickly noticed how well her olive skin and brown eyes complimented her beautiful smile, but her round ass and hips really set her off. 

I was having a tough time keeping rhythm and knowing exactly what to do since I was doing all the work with a part of me which had no feeling. However I must have succeeded in hitting the right spots as she pushed roughly back into me and began to beg for me to thrust harder.

Again I had a hard time knowing exactly what movement was working best, but at the same I was not nearing climax so I had no need to slow down or stop. Instead I was able to ride her as long and hard as she wanted without the fear of coming too fast. I felt a different kind of satisfaction as I pounded harder and harder into her.

She reached up and grabbed her legs, pulling them back to give me even more penetration as she screamed out in ecstasy. "That's it! Harder, harder, yes, yes, yes...."

Eventually she cued me to stop and pushed me off of her. As my back hit the ground a large, pale-skinned woman jumped on top of me. In no time at all, she lowered her box down onto my pole and began to bounce up and down on it. I am not even sure she cared whether I was there or not. She just rode my dildo for all she was worth until she had brought herself off. Then, without a word, she stood and walked away.

Over the next hour-plus, I was ridden by several different women and pulled on top of others. Even though I was unable to climax and feel the drain that would have brought me, I was still nearing exhaustion.

Eventually I found myself standing positioned behind a beautiful brunette with short, short hair and the body of a runner. Her legs were fit and shapely and her ass was tight and firm. Her breasts were probably a B-cup and her nipples felt good as I rolled them between my fingertips, while I thrust into her from behind.

I must have gotten caught up in watching all the other women suck and fuck around me, in addition to pounding away at the tight hole before me with my fake cock. So much so, that I did not even notice Laura sneak up behind me. I felt the tip of something cool and wet at the entrance of my anus and turned to look back, but before I could react, the woman I had been "fucking" grabbed my wrists and demanded that I not stop.

Laura stepped up onto a small stool to give her better leverage and then began to push her strap-on into me. Initially she had a little trouble sliding it in and decided to slap my ass a couple times to get my attention.

"Relax, slave," she barked. "Your ass is mine. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Realizing my predicament and the tight grip the other woman had on my wrists, I complied. After all, I was the slave. What choice did I have?

Laura grabbed my waist and began to push her rod into my ass. After a few quick thrusts she began to find a rhythm that matched the rhythm I was fucking the brunette with. The whole scenario was rather intoxicating and soon most of the women who had been previously distracted were now standing around us enjoying the show. I noticed many of them were whispering and pointing, but by now I had gotten used to wondering what was going through their minds.

"It only lasts for a few hours," Laura whispered in my ear, as she nibbled it a bit.

"What?" I responded, having no clue what she was talking about.

"The pill—it only last for a few hours," she panted, as she continued to push her strap-on in and out of me.

I looked down to discover what all the women were giggling and whispering about. Being consumed by everything else going on around me I did not realize that I had developed an erection and it was jutting straight down from my body, but was held down by the strap-on. Just as I made the discovery, Laura began to thrust even harder into me causing me to thrust even harder into the unknown beauty in front of me. 

In almost no time at all, the woman began to scream out and beg to be fucked even harder. Before I could respond, Laura picked up the pace on my ass forcing me to do the same. In mere seconds, the brunette was bucking back against me as ecstasy from orgasm overwhelmed her, until she finally collapsed on the barstool before her.

Laura pulled herself off of me and pulled me off of the gasping woman and directed everyone's attention to my saluting member while she unhooked my strap-on and then removed her own.

"Ladies, can you believe this? He has all of these beautiful women to fuck and suck and the first time he gets aroused is when I shove something up his ass," Laura jeered, as she addressed the crowd in an effort to rile them up. "Obviously he must be punished for his disrespect."

There were only about 10-12 women left who had not passed out or left, but they all cheered at the idea of seeing me disciplined before them.

"Follow me," Laura called, as she grabbed my erection and pulled me along. We stepped towards the basement and down the steps with the remaining women following close behind. Had I not been so hard I am sure she would have pulled my member clean off, but I was rock-hard and the pain was almost pleasant.

Once we reached the bottom of the steps she led me to the center of the room where a steel ring had been screwed into the cold concrete. She took a padlock and laced it through the chain and the steel ring, then locked it in place so that I could only move my feet a couple inches in each direction. While she did this the accompanying women found seats in director-style chairs along the edge of the room, where each of them could enjoy watching my punishment in comfort. It was obvious that this was planned from the beginning.

Now that my feet were secured, she fastened handcuffs on me which were attached to a rope and then pulled through a hook on the ceiling. Then she pulled on the rope until my arms were stretched overhead and the metal cuffs pinched my skin lightly. Once she was satisfied that I was at her mercy but not in too much agony, she tied the opposite end of the rope to a nearby support pole to hold me in place.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Laura snickered, as she walked around my helpless, naked body and ran her sharp, perfectly-manicured nails across my chest, buttocks, and legs.

The women jeered and whistled in response as my cock grew even harder with every trace of her nails on my skin. Then I winced as she applied even more pressure and her nails dug into my muscular back, pulled tight from the restraints. The women hooted and hollered even more as my face indicated my pain.

By now my cock was as hard as I can ever remember it being and yearning for attention. Had it been able to speak I am confident that today would have been the day it would have chosen to break its silence and beg for relief.

Suddenly, as if she were reading my mind, Laura wrapped her arms around my waist and took hold of my throbbing member. Her large, firm tits pressed against the small of my back and she began to stroke my cock with her right hand as she caressed my balls with her left. 

The sensation sent shivers of pleasure through my body as every stroke brought me closer and closer to the ultimate reward my body ached for. For a brief second I opened my eyes to discover that most of the women who had previously been lounging in the chairs were now perched on the edge of their seats.

"Are you ready, ladies," Laura called, "to see the biggest explosion of your lives?"

I did not know about them, but I was certainly ready. I could feel the mounting eruption with every flick of her wrist. I began to hold my breath as she pounded me closer and closer. Several of the women had now left their seats to get a better view as hours of pent-up teasing was nearing its delightful climax. Until...suddenly she stopped.

I opened my eyes in disbelief and shock to see what was going on. Laura released my cock and stepped up in front of me with an enormous grin on her face. At the same time all of the women began to cackle at my expense as they witnessed the frustration on my face.

I needed so badly to come that my body began to hump the air in front of me involuntarily. This caused Laura and her friends to laugh even more as they delighted in my misery.

"I told you, 'this is for our pleasure, not yours.' Remember?" she reminded me. "Now I am going to let each of these fine young ladies punish you for forgetting."

I watched as she pulled the rope holding my hands just a bit tighter causing me to stand on the balls of my feet. Then she handed the woman seated to my far left a black leather flogger and leaned forward to whisper instructions in her ear.

The woman stood up and strutted towards me as she ran the leather straps through her fingers. "This IS going to hurt," she announced, as she stepped behind me and landed five consecutive strikes to my taut ass.

I fought back the pain, but every stroke somehow managed to get me even harder. A feat I was not sure was even possible.

One by one the women took turns beating my exposed bottom. Each of them made some sort of witty remark before inflicting any pain, but none of them were memorable. A couple of the women chose to forgo the flogger and used their bare hands instead. Both of them commented on the heat exuding from my ass. Finally the last woman took her shots and I stood there breathing heavily with my erection still at high salute.

Laura walked back up to me and felt the heat of my bottom for herself. Her reaction of pulling her hand away as if it were a hot stove got the ladies laughing once again. Then she stepped back in front of me and took my balls in her hand once more.

"They look so full and ready to come. Should I let him?" she asked, addressing her audience.

The reaction of her customers was mixed. Some begged to see me ejaculate while others said I was a worthless slave that did not deserve it.

"I guess it's up to me," Laura smirked, and gave my cock a few quick strokes and then released it. She repeated this several more times until I was at the brink once more. Then she stopped and turned to the onlookers one last time.

After nearly a minute of listening to them calling out their opinions she waved her hand to silence them. Then she stood before me again and smacked my erection hard with her open hand.

SMACK!

I flinched and then pulled even tighter at my bondage. 

SMACK! She slapped my cock again.

I felt the cum rising in my balls as my body winced once more.

SMACK! She slapped it one last time and my cock began to ooze.

It was almost painful. My member was getting the release I had so desperately longed for, but without the orgasm that had always accompanied it.

"Our pleasure only," Laura chimed, as she left me hanging there, while my cum continued to ooze from the head of my cock onto the concrete floor.

She directed the ladies to climb the stairs and then followed quickly behind them. When she reached the top, she flipped off the light and slammed the door, leaving me alone in the dark to wallow in my misery.

The strain on my wrists and feet made the time I spent down there seem much longer than I am sure it was, because it felt like forever. Finally the light came on once again and I heard light, quick steps coming down the stairs as my eyes struggled to adjust to the light. 

As I felt the rope being let down I was able to see my rescuer. My Asian Princess had arrived to chauffeur me home. Once my cuffs and chains were undone, she helped me up the stairs, grabbed my clothes and took me to the car.

I pulled my pants and shirt back on as she drove me back to the hotel. After that is just a blur, but somehow I ended up back in my room passed out on my bed.



Sweet November Ch. 13



Tuesday, November 19th

I woke up this morning around nine with my jeans and sweater still on, lying on top of the covers of my hotel room bed. After lying there a couple more minutes, allowing my senses to come around, I pulled myself up and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. I took a quick drink and then headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. On my way I noticed another crème colored envelope had been pushed under my door. I picked it up and continued to my original destination.

Slave,

You will be picked up at 2:00 p.m. Your clothes are in the bottom drawer.

Be sure to eat lunch prior.

It was the same directions as the day before. I hoped it would not lead to the same outcome.

After reading the note I became completely aware of how bad I stunk. The smell of sweat and twenty different women stuck to me like paint. Even though I did not need to be anywhere for several hours, I had to get in the shower. I reached into the shower and turned it on, allowing it a little time to warm up while I stripped off my clothes. Looking in the mirror I could not believe the marks on my body. My ass was still marked with blotches of red from the flogging I had received. In addition, my back and chest had many short scratches in bunches of four from Laura's nails. While none of them were deep, they were easily noticeable.

I climbed in the shower and quickly lathered on the soap. Occasionally it found a deeper cut and made me more aware of my marks. After washing my body completely, I washed and conditioned my hair and did a quick once-over to make sure I still had no body hair. When that was all done I decided to have a seat in the bottom of the shower and just let the hot water and steam rush over me. It was very relaxing and I think I actually drifted off for a couple minutes. Eventually I pulled myself up and out of the shower and began to dry myself off.

Now that I was dry, I headed back into my room to see what clothes I would be wearing today. I opened the drawer and discovered clothing similar to what I was given to wear the day prior except for one detail. Everything was black. There were black shoes, jeans, t-shirt, and a black sweater. I had not worn that much black at once since I was in Junior High and went through a 'dark' stage in my life.

I pulled on the clothes and prepared myself for the day ahead. As I pulled the sweater over my head the phone rang and I quickly rushed over to grab it.

"Hello," I said, as I picked up the phone.

"Good morning, Slave," came the sultry response of the woman on the other end of the line.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"You don't know me," she responded, "but you soon will. I was the winning bidder for you, for today. I am calling to see if you would like to go to lunch in a little bit."

"I thought we weren't starting until two," I responded in confusion.

"That's right. My eight hours does not start until two. I just thought maybe you were sick of that hotel restaurant food and might like some company someplace different," she followed up.

I pondered it a minute and decided I really had nothing better to do and I would love to eat somewhere different. "Sure. Why not?" I answered.

"Wonderful! I will be waiting for you out front in about twenty minutes. See you then."

After we hung up I put on my shoes and finished getting ready. After I touched up my hair and brushed my teeth, I headed down to the lobby just as my clock read 11:30. As I reached the front door the black Town Car I had grown accustomed to seeing every time I came out of someplace was pulling up to the door. As I approached, the back passenger-side door opened to let me in.

As I stepped up to the car I saw the longest, most beautiful legs I had ever seen. They were encased in sexy black stockings with a black high-heeled shoe dangling from the toe of her right foot which was crossed provocatively over her left leg. A glimpse of her honey-colored skin could be seen at the top edge of her stockings as her magnificent legs disappeared beneath her short, tailored business suit. Her suit was black as the Indiana night as was her shoulder-length hair. They both contrasted nicely with the carnation pink blouse she wore. It was impossible to make out the exact size of her breasts beneath the silk blouse, but it was obvious they were magnificent.

As I crawled into the back seat next to her my eyes rose to meet hers. They were as bright and green as anything I had ever seen and seemed to sparkle in the shadows. Her upturned nose, round face, and full lips gave her the look of a model, although it was mildly apparent that she was well into her thirties and past her prime. I found out later that she had actually been Miss Ohio about seventeen years ago and missed being Miss USA by the smallest of margins. Needless to say, she was a knockout.

We sat quietly for a couple minutes as the Town Car glided down the street. "I hope you like Thai food," she said, breaking the silence.

"I've never had it," I admitted. "But I'll try anything once."

"It is so good to hear you say that," she responded coyly, as she cracked a bit of a smile. "I'm Gretchen, by the way."

"Pleased, to meet you," I followed, as I took her hand and pecked it lightly.

After exchanging pleasantries for several minutes we arrived at the restaurant and headed inside. There were only a handful of people at this place, but it was really rather nice. The walls were adorned with various forms of decoration to give the room the atmosphere of actually being in some Far-East locale. The tablecloths and hanging lights finished off the look and really brought the whole room together. We sat there only a couple minutes before the waitress brought us our food and drinks.

"I hope you don't mind," Gretchen said, as she picked up her utensils from the table. "I went ahead and ordered for us before I picked you up. I'm sure you will love it."

"That's cool," I responded, as I shrugged and took my first bite. It was a little hotter than I expected; I quickly understood why they had left the whole pitcher of water.

"What do you think?" she asked, giggling.

"It's...good..." I coughed. "Just a little spicier than I figured."

"Ha, ha, haaa..." she laughed. "Your eyes are watering."

As I wiped away the tears, I began to laugh as well. It almost felt like I was on an awkward first date with her and this was the point where all the walls came down and we began to enjoy each others' company. For the next hour-plus we sat, ate and talked as if we had known each other for years and were just catching up. Several minutes after we finished eating she looked down at her watch, picked up her purse from next to her seat and stood to leave.

"But...the bill?" I questioned.

"It's taken care of," she responded nonchalantly. "I own this place." And with that, she continued towards the door and I stepped quickly in place behind her.

Once we were back in the car she told me how her husband was a very rich businessman and he gave her whatever she wanted in order to keep her happy. She went on to tell me that they had a very open sex life, but up until now were too shy to really try many of the things they had fantasized about. That was where I came in. He had always wanted a threesome with two women, but she refused to allow it until she got one with two men. In addition she wanted to be the dominatrix in charge of two male subs who would strive to bring her continuous pleasure and entertainment. 

"When we get to my house, things are going to change," she warned, as her tone turned serious. "The second you walk through that door your eight hours at my mercy begins and my cheery demeanor ends."

I got goose bumps as her words hit me. I had been through a lot, but I just met this woman for this first time less than two hours ago and I had no idea what she might be capable of.

At that moment, the Town Car pulled up to the gates of her home and we waited a brief moment for them to open before we proceeded to drive up the long drive to her secluded mansion hidden in the woods. We both got out of the car and she quickly stepped up the five steps and through her front door. I took a few deep breaths and followed her inside.

Once inside, I found myself standing in the middle of a foyer at the bottom of the most beautiful winding wooden staircase I had ever seen.

"Strip!" she hollered down from the top of the stairs. "I'll be back for you in a minute."

I removed all of my clothing and placed them neatly on a chair near the steps. Then I kneeled at the bottom with my head downcast, hoping to gain her approval when she returned.

Several more minutes passed until I heard the apparent sound of heels clicking on the hard wood floors behind me. Then a gasp and the clicking stopped.

I turned my head slightly to find what I would guess to be a middle-aged Hispanic-looking woman standing several yards back from me, having just entered the room through a side door. She wore a light-blue dress and white apron typical to what you would expect for a housekeeper. Her black hair was pulled back off of her heavily made-up face to reveal her intense look of shock as she stared at my naked form kneeling on the floor of her boss's home.

"Rose, get back to work," I heard, yelled down from the top of the stairs.

She stood there in stunned silence for a few more seconds.

"Rose!" Gretchen hollered once again.

The housekeeper jerked her head up to see Gretchen and awakened from her near-trance-like state. Then she continued her journey across the hardwood floor and disappeared behind another side door.

After she exited through the side door I turned my head back to see where the shouting came from. There at the top of the stairs stood Gretchen in a bodysuit like none I had ever seen before. I was completely mesmerized by her sexy saunter and tight-fitting outfit as she stepped slowly down the steps toward me. 

When I met her for the first time just a couple hours earlier I recognized the fact that she was a beautiful woman, but I really had no idea how incredibly sexy she was until this moment. The bodysuit she wore was obviously custom made specifically for her. It was silver iridescent latex that hugged every inch of her perfect form almost as if it were her second skin. It covered nearly every inch of her body from her ankles, to her neck and wrists. Her only exposed areas were the diamond-shaped hole revealing her spectacular tits and nipples and a much smaller diamond-shaped hole revealing her expertly-manicured pussy. My cock instantly sprang to life and I began to lick my lips at the thought of plunging my tongue deep into her waiting twat.

"There will be plenty of time for that later," she responded, as if reading my mind. She reached the bottom of the steps and approached a trunk placed just a few feet away.

She reached into the trunk and gathered a few things and then quickly stood before me. As she placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash she began to remind me that she was in control and if I knew what was good for me I would respond quickly and without question. Then she stepped behind me and locked a pair of metal cuffs to my wrists, just tight enough to make them uncomfortable. Then, once again, she stood before me and took firm hold of my already raging erection with one hand as she squeezed my balls with her other. It took all the restraint I could muster to keep from crying out as she tightened her already surprisingly-strong grip on my boys. 

Apparently this was some sort of test, as she never said a word, but I could feel her glaring eyes on me as I kept my eyes prostrate until she finally released me. Then, without allowing me so much as a second to catch my breath, she grabbed my leash and yanked it roughly to follow her up the stairs. I nearly fell as I stumbled to keep up, but managed to catch myself against the banister despite my hands being bound behind me. As we reached the top of the stairs she led me down a long hallway with a seemingly endless number of doors all of which remained closed. Finally we reached our destination and she opened the door to her chosen room.

Once she pulled me inside I saw that though the room was enormous there was almost nothing in it. That was until I noticed the man in the corner. The man I assumed to be her husband appeared to be in his mid-forties. He was a little overweight and graying slightly, but the most noticeable thing about him was that he was tied naked to a wooden chair with a ball gag in his mouth and some type of leather chastity device encasing his genitals. I found out later that she had also placed a plug up his ass as well.

Gretchen led me to an open area of the floor directly in front of her husband and commanded me to kneel. Then she removed my leash before pushing me onto my back, crushing my hands behind me. Next, she grabbed my already-softened member and balls and stuffed them into a leather chastity device matching that of her other captive. After that she grabbed a two-and-a-half foot spreader bar with leather cuffs and attached it to my ankles, as well as to a hook on the floor. Finally she walked over to a spot on the wall behind her husband and pressed an intercom button.

"Rose," she called, "I need you to come here in twenty minutes. Don't be late."

After Rose affirmed her understanding Gretchen stepped confidently over to me and lowered her pussy down to my lips. "Lick!" she barked, as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards her.

Without hesitation I began to lap at her delicious twat as if trying to discover exactly how many licks it took to get to the center of her tootsie pop. In a matter of minutes she was soaking wet and pulling my hair harder and harder with every orgasm she experienced. I was so turned on that my cock struggled to grow in spite of its bondage until it became apparent that the more it tried to grow the more painful it became and it finally gave up.

Suddenly I heard the door open and Rose walked in. Although I could not see what was going on I could hear Gretchen command her to release him and remove the ball gag. These events were obviously foreign to Rose, because Gretchen repeated herself several times as Rose apparently froze in her tracks.

During their communications I made the mistake of taking a second or two too long while taking a breath when I should have been providing her pleasure. She was quick to remind me of my purpose as she slapped my thigh with her open hand.

I vigorously returned to licking her dripping pussy as the other male slave was released from his bondage. Soon Gretchen was climaxing once more as she bucked up and down on my face. As her climax subsided I felt the strap holding my chastity device in place being loosened. Apparently I had missed that directive given to Rose before she left.

"Come here, Slave," Gretchen called to her husband, as she rose from her seat on my face. Then she kissed him passionately as she squeezed the bondage holding his genitals. After that she whispered something in his ear before returning to me and helping me to a seated position and releasing one of my hands from its cuffs. Next she pushed me back down and locked the cuffs back on, but over my head this time. After that she attached them to another hook in the floor so that I was held tightly in place.

"Go ahead, slave," she directed. "I want him nice and hard when I fuck him."

Needless to say I was a bit confused, but I would not have to wait long to get the answers. Before I knew it he was kneeling in front of me preparing to suck my cock.

"Suck it now, Slave," she shouted, when he took too long. "Or you'll never touch this pussy again and I can guarantee you will never get that threesome you've been begging for."

That was all it took. He quickly grabbed my soft member and licked it slowly.

"Get him hard now," she followed, impatiently. "I need a cock in me so bad."

I looked up and caught her fingering herself as her husband slowly brought my cock to life. It was obvious he had not done this before, but I was surprisingly aroused by the idea of another man being forced to suck my cock so I could fuck his wife. 

After a few short minutes my cock was relatively erect, but not to her liking so she decided to give him some first-hand direction. "Don't just lick it. Suck it. Take it all in," she taunted, as she pushed his head down on to my member causing him to choke a little

"I know it's huge compared to your tiny thing," she teased, "but you can do it." Again she pushed on the back of his head as he deep-throated my member.

I could feel my balls tensing up as my climax grew, but he was not slowing down. I winced uncontrollably as I tried to hold back my orgasm, but the pleasure was too immense and I shot my load straight down his throat.

Surprised by my sudden burst of come, he pulled back as my load shot across his face and chest.

"Oh, shit!" she yelled. "You weren't supposed to make him come. That was mine, you little slut."

Then she grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed him down onto my cock and balls once more and said, "Clean up this mess you made while I decide how to punish you two."

Frustrated, she stomped over to the chair where her husband was bound earlier and took a seat. With her arms and legs crossed she pondered the best way to teach us a lesson while the truth of the matter hit me that a man was licking my genitals. Now that the pleasure had subsided I began to get very uncomfortable with the whole situation before me.

"I've got it," she announced, as she stood and pointed her determined finger my way. "Since you can't control that dick of yours, we're going to find out just how many times you can come in the next several hours you are under my control. As a matter of fact, if you don't come at least once every hour you will be severely punished."

"As for you," she jeered, shifting her attention towards her husband who was now sitting up to give her his undivided attention. "We'll talk about your punishment later. For now, you will do whatever I ask to make sure I experience the utmost pleasure and am entertained."

"Yes, Mistress," we answered in unison.

"Good," she responded. "Now, get him hard again. I will feel that beautiful cock inside me this time, so don't fuck it up."

With that he proceeded lick and suck my cock again and she strutted over and lowered her pussy down onto my face once more. Only this time she straddled me while facing towards my torso. I can only assume it was to make sure he did not "blow" it again.

I awaited no instruction and immediately began to point my tongue in the direction of her soaking pussy. It had only been a short while since I had tasted it last, but the deliciousness of it had me going full-force in no time. That, in turn, helped my cock return to a state of arousal quicker than I expected. Gretchen wasted no time and pushed her man-slave away from my crotch.

"Stop right there," she commanded, as he fell back catching himself on his palms. Then she jumped up from her position on top of me and stepped quickly to the corner of the room where a key hung on a hook on the wall. Next she threw the key to her slave and ordered him to release me. He fumbled with each cuff for a few seconds, but managed to get them all undone despite our mistress's chiding to hurry up.

As I stood to my feet she beckoned me to her. She had relocated to a mattress positioned in the far corner of the room. Lying flat on her back with her legs up and spread she ordered me to fuck her for all I was worth. I was more than happy to oblige.

My raging erection had no trouble penetrating her soaking slit and in no time I was pounding away as I fondled her incredible tits. Between moans she beckoned her husband to grab the chair and move closer. I cannot imagine what it was like to watch my own wife being fucked by another man even though it seemed obvious my wife did not mind seeing me with other women.




Sweet November Ch. 13



Despite my earlier climax only having passed only a few minutes earlier, I found myself once again on the brink. I began to thrust in and out with ever-increasing speed and force as I grabbed her magnificent ass for leverage until we both cried out in simultaneous orgasm and I collapsed on top of her.

Gretchen allowed me a few long gasps to catch my breath and then pushed me back on to the floor like a rag doll. Then she sat up and called to her man, "Call Rose on the intercom and tell her to come here; then get your ass over here and lick my pussy clean."

Motivated by lust and a longing to keep his wife happy, he quickly obeyed. In mere seconds I watched as he vigorously cleaned her tidy little snatch of any evidence of my presence. She lay there almost motionless as though he was not there.

Moments later the door opened and Rose stood in our presence once again.

"Rose, take him to the second guest room to rest briefly. Then grab him something to drink." Gretchen said all of this without moving so much as an inch from where she lay.

"And Slave," she called, as I stood to follow Rose out the door, "don't get too comfortable. You still owe me."

I nodded my understanding, "Yes, Mistress," and then followed Rose down the hallway a few doors to a guest room where she gave me a tall glass of water and a wanton stare.

I took a long drink from the glass and then fell down on the soft bed before me. I had only intended to close my eyes for a few seconds but I must have fallen asleep. I did not even hear the sounds of her entering the room; however I most definitely felt the sting of her riding crop on my naked bottom when she determined my nap was over.

"Stand up, Slave," she ordered, as the second sting pummeled my right cheek faster and harder than the first had hit the left.

I wasted no time and stood before her as quickly as possible with my hands folded behind my back in submission.

"Did you have a nice nap, slave?" she inquired, as she tapped the underside of my cock and balls with her crop.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, as I kept my eyes down.

"Good; too bad for you that is the most rest you will see for a while," Gretchen teased, as she continued to tap the bottom side of my genitals. As every second passed she picked up the pace and force until the gentle tapping had turned to aggressive slapping. My cock had sprung to life and seemed to grow even harder the closer she got to the head and the more powerful the blows. Conversely, my balls were quaking and I found it tough to stand still when the tip of her rod found the softness of my scrotum. I was in near agony when she finally stopped, but my cock was about as hard as could be.

"Follow me," Gretchen said with a smirk, and turned and walked out the door.

I had a tough time keeping up with her long strides as she strode quickly down the hall. My balls ached with every step I took as they slapped against my legs. Then I looked and saw her disappear through a door and hurried to catch up. Once inside, I found her already positioned on all fours on a medium-sized leather-cushioned ottoman. Her other man-slave was already in the room and had found his place behind her. His cock was poised and ready to penetrate her waiting pussy.

I was surprised to see it was nearly seven inches long with girth comparable to mine. From the comments she made to me and the teasing she inflicted on him earlier, I expected quite a bit less.

As he slid his rod inside her she gasped slightly and motioned for me to stand in front of her. Once in front of her she took my member in her mouth and slowly sucked it in and out. Her eyes gazed hungrily up at me as she took every stroke her hubby drove into her and the vigor with which she sucked increased. Occasionally she would stop sucking to lick and kiss my balls. This felt absolutely glorious after the beating they received earlier.

After several minutes she pushed me back and kicked her slave behind her. Once out of her way she flipped over onto her back and summoned us back. With her legs pulled over his shoulders he rammed his cock deep into her with every thrust. As hungrily as she sucked my cock before it was nothing like the way she was going at it now. I took her amazing tits in my hands and began to roll her nipples between my fingers. She reached back and took my ass in her hands and dug her nails deep into my skin as she pulled my cock in further.

That was all it took. I blew my load hard and fast down her throat. As if on cue, my counterpart began to empty himself into her pussy as well. As she swallowed hard to keep up, her body began to quiver as her apparent orgasm took over. Lucky for her, this was at least the fourth since he started fucking her, but easily the most powerful.

As our climaxes came to an end she once again pushed us away and took a seated position on the ottoman. She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her, then grabbed the back of my head and kissed my passionately. As our tongues danced, the taste of my own cum filled my mouth and arousal and disgust fought within my mind.

We were locked in the kiss for several minutes before she finally released me. I fell to the floor catching my breath from all that had occurred and realized we had been left alone in the room. I did not know if he had left on his own or if she had motioned him to go during our embrace. The next thing I realized was that lights that had not previously been on in the room now were. This brought a myriad of bondage equipment to my attention that previously I had not seen.

Noticing the look on my face as I took in the various objects scattered around the room she stood to her feet and sought to gauge my anxiety. "Scared?" she questioned, with an evil slant to her tone.

"A little," I responded tentatively.

"We'll change that," she followed, and motioned me to rise once more.

She retrieved a leash from a hidden compartment under the cushion of the ottoman and hooked it to the collar still around my neck and began to lead me toward the far corner of the room. "You know," Gretchen said, "I did not give you permission to come in my mouth."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I apologized.

"Although I enjoyed it thoroughly, you must be punished for such behavior," she announced.

"Yes, Mistress," I acknowledged, as she stopped in front of a set of stocks and opened them up. Then she pulled the leash through the hole where my head was to go and positioned both hands in place as well. Finally she unhooked the leash and then pulled the top half of the stocks down into place and locked it.

I watched as she approached a trunk against the back wall, opened it, and began to rummage around. Finally she pulled out a long wooden paddle like I had seen in so many frat party movies. Then she sauntered towards me in her sexy silver body suit with her nipples as pert as I had ever seen. It was obvious she was very turned on by the idea of punishing me. As she disappeared out of sight I felt her hand rub down my torso and begin to caress my ass. Then suddenly she pulled her hand away.

Time froze as I waited for the impending smack of the paddle on my ass. I could feel my heart pounding as the intensity of the moment weighed heavy on me. I began to sweat and soon felt a cool bead trickle down the crack of my ass causing me to shiver.

SMACK!

The first swat landed across both cheeks hard enough to push my shoulders hard into the stocks.

SMACK!

Another landed with equal force to the first.

SMACK!

A gulp escaped my lips and she commanded my silence.

SMACK!

I Bit down on my lip trying to contain my pain.

Time froze again and I calmly tried to catch my breath. My bottom burned; I had never felt strikes so hard in my life. Right now I was grateful she had not used some of the objects I had had used on me by smaller women.

I still had not seen her come back from behind me, but after several minutes of heavy breathing I figured she must have left the room, and I relaxed my weight so that I was no longer standing on the balls of my feet. 

SMACK!

I did not think it was possible, but either the shock of not knowing or the power of her swing made her last swing the most painful.

Finally she stepped up from behind me with a satisfied grin on her lips and lust in her eyes. She dropped the paddle back into the trunk and reached inside again. I prayed she did not grab anything worse than she had already used.

My prayer was answered. She closed the lid to the trunk and sat down on the lid with her back against the wall and her legs spread wide. Then she revealed the prize she had pulled from the trunk: a large white vibrator. 

"Watching your ass turn so red and feeling the heat after every swat really had an effect on me," she teased, as she switched on her toy and ran it across her clit.

I watched with desire as she brought herself to one orgasm after another over the next half-an-hour or so. If I had wanted to, I could not take my eyes off of her as she shoved it in and out of her pussy, licked it clean and then, shoved it back in again. 

"It's time for you to come again," she announced, after climaxing one final time.

I was so turned on by watching this sexy beauty queen perform for me, it was no surprise I was hard again, but I could not help but wonder how much longer I would be able to keep going.

Once again she disappeared behind me and I could only hear her rattling around. Suddenly she was next to me applying some sort of lube to my member. Then I felt her slide a vaguely familiar tube up the length of my cock and heard a suction sound lock it firmly in place.

"This was my favorite part of the competition." Gretchen told me as she stepped back in front of me. "I loved it so much; I paid extra to borrow one of the devices from Helen."

I looked down and saw the control in her hand and realized where I had felt this before. The first time I felt it I was trying to hold out for as long as possible. I had a feeling this time the challenge would be different. I was right.

"I want you to fill this." She said directing my attention to a very small glass attached to the end of the vacuum tube. "Once you do the machine will stop."

The glass was small, but I could not imagine how she expected me to fill it and perform four more times after that. I could not help but wonder what my punishment would be if I could not come through.

Before I had too much time to worry she turned the machine on low and the machine went to task. At its lowest setting it did a phenomenal job of replicating a sucking and stroking motion, but it was merely a tease. Every few minutes the machine would pick up the pace and a few minutes later it would return to this "teasing" rhythm. Whenever it sped up it would go a little faster than the previous time, but seemed to last just long enough to take me to the brink before finally switching gears and taking me to "teasing level" again.

Gretchen was transfixed by it all and could not get enough. Whether it was watching my desire to come being held in limbo or watching the machine work that held her attention I did not know. Whatever it was, she looked like a kid in a candy shop with a wad of money in his pants and not being quite sure how to spend it all.

The machine once again sped up and I could feel my balls rise as the ensuing orgasm neared. My muscles tensed as the payoff came closer and my load readied for exit. My ass tightened as the pump continued away and the orgasm I longed for seemed imminent. Then...out of nowhere...the machine apparently sensing the outcome, slowed way down and at the same time, locked down hard around my cock. This caused my cock to ooze cum slowly, rather than spurting like I so desperately desired. Instead of the hard, fast climax I needed, my balls were being milked agonizingly slowly.

In desperation, I thrust my hips against the air in futility. I was just trying to make contact with anything in order to release my climax. Gretchen eyes became glassy as a smile seemed to harden on her face. My pain had become her pleasure and she reveled in it.

Time seemed to slow to a grinding halt as the machine continue to squeeze every last drop from my dick not caring whether I really had any left to give. Time ticked on as it continued to pull and tug at my tired member. Finally, after who knows how long, the machine stopped as the cup filled to the top. I was spent.

Gretchen laughed wickedly at my agony and then removed the contraption from my member as it went completely soft in seconds. Next she flicked and pulled on my now tiny member and giggled even more. I was humiliated and yet somehow knew there was more to come.

The sexy woman who I had once desperately wanted to please, had become the mysterious woman I hoped to survive. The look she got when she tortured me was like none I had never seen and I was terrified.

"I think you are going to need some help getting hard after that thing," she teased. "Lucky for you I am going to help."

She stepped to the front of the stocks and lowered them so that I was no longer forced to stand. Now I was able to kneel much more comfortably. What I had not realized was that put my ass in a prime position for her. She soon brought it to my attention when I felt the cool, wet sensation of lube being slathered on my crack and hole, right as she disappeared out of sight. After a generous amount of lube was applied, I felt a cool smooth cylinder being pushed into my ass and wires hanging out of it down to my feet.

Gretchen stood before me one last time with what appeared to be a timer of some sort with screws on the bottom. "This is the key to your next erection," she said, and stepped behind me once again.

I got the feeling from the way she was moving and pulling the wires that the box attached to the cylinder in my ass. I had no idea why.

"See you in an hour," she laughed, as she smacked my ass, turned off the lights, and walked out the door.

There I was, locked in stocks, in the dark, with some mystery device shoved up my ass. What was I to do but wait?

Several minutes passed by and I began to drift off to sleep as mental and physical exhaustion took its toll. I fought it for a short while until I finally allowed myself to relax enough to fall asleep. I do not know how long I was out but it could not have been long when the object in my nether regions came alive.

It was a feeling like I had never felt before. In the past couple weeks I had felt a vibrator in my ass, but this felt a bit different. Instead of simply vibrating it felt more like it was shaking back and forth, causing it to rotate. As it rotated it seemed to be screwing itself further in to me. As it moved deeper and deeper the pain intensified but, strangely, I began to feel a tingling sensation in my balls as my cock began to rise once again. I soon found myself wriggling my hips in order to allow even greater penetration as my erection seemed to get harder and harder in spite of the increasing pain. Suddenly the device stopped but held itself firmly in its new, deeper location.

Once again I found myself alone in the dark wondering what was next. Once again several minutes passed without a noise, a movement, or a flicker of light. Once again I began to drift off to sleep only this time my raging erection made it much more difficult to get comfortable. Finally, being tired conquered being uncomfortable. My cock lost some of its swelling and I drifted off to sleep again.

I was out for even a shorter period this time when the device began to move again. However, this time the object did not shake. Instead it grew. It felt as if it were inflating slowly. I could actually feel my hole being stretched very slowly and very methodically. Again, the pain was excruciating, but again my erection found new levels of excitement. Just as I felt tears welling up in my eyes it stopped.

I gasped long and deep as I settled in for what I could only assume would be another break before the next assault began. This time I could not get comfortable and this time my erection never faltered. 

Before long I felt the unit one final time. This time it began to pulse. Now that it had methodically deepened its penetration and then slowly widened my asshole it began to thrust back and forth within me. It started out slow at first and step by step raised its level to go both harder and faster. My balls began to tingle once more and I could not help but cry out to be allowed to come hoping that Gretchen would return any moment and allow me the pleasure of shooting my wad in this humiliating fashion. 

She did not come.

With my head and hands locked tightly in place I struggled to find some way to get my much-needed release. The device showed no mercy and continued to pick up the pace. Never had I received such a pounding as second by second it thrust harder and harder into me. In the darkness I felt a hand reach up between my legs and grab my member firmly at the base. That was all the contact I needed and I released my seed into the darkness. As my climax subsided the muscles in my ass relaxed, apparently signaling something in the device, causing it to stop pulsing and return to its original size and shape. I collapsed in a pile of sweat and cum, still held in place by my stocks. The stranger who allowed me to come remained a mystery as they disappeared in the darkness and I lay there for several more minutes. The sound of receding footsteps was the only signal I received that they had left the room.

For a few more minutes I lay in the darkness catching my breath until I heard the door swing open behind me and all the lights were switched on. The bright lights made it nearly impossible for me to see anything as the stress of going from utter darkness to bright light forced me to squint until my eyes adjusted appropriately. While I struggled to see, I felt Gretchen moving around behind me and pulling the mysterious device from my ass.

"I knew you would enjoy that, you slut," she teased, as she threw it in a trunk and then came forward to release my head and hands.

Once I was released, I could not help but rub my sore wrists and neck a little as she motioned me to kneel on the floor in front of her. She attached the leash to my collar once again as my eyes finally regained their sight. Only then did I realize she had gone from wearing an incredibly sexy body suit to wearing her equally sexy birthday suit. If it were not for my previous activities I am sure my penis would have sprung to attention immediately.

"Up," she ordered, as she pulled up on the leash and practically jerked me to my feet. Without another word she stepped quickly towards the door at the front of the room, pulling me aggressively along. I had a tough time keeping up, thanks to my legs having fallen asleep during the ordeal.

After traveling only a dozen-or-so feet down the hallway, we stopped. I have to admit part of me was disappointed when we only went as far as the next room. I was thoroughly enjoying the view of her pert, round ass swaying side-to-side as she sauntered ahead of me.

We walked into a large bathroom that looked like it should be attached to some incredible Master Suite. There was a Jacuzzi-style tub in the corner with unlit candles wrapped around the edges. Two sinks against the wall had extravagant brass knobs and spouts and sat in front of large vanity mirrors with surrounding lights. In the corner opposite the tub was a large glass brick shower with multiple spouts coming from various heights and angles. The shower was easily large enough for half-a-dozen adults to use at the same time very comfortably. The room was also adorned with white flowers and even more candles scattered throughout. It felt very sophisticated, almost snooty.

Gretchen pointed to a beautiful wooden chair with a vanilla-colored cushion and ordered me to retrieve it. I quickly obeyed and brought it back for her to sit.




Sweet November Ch. 13



"Please me," she ordered, softly and seductively, as she sat down in the chair still holding the end of my leash.

I stepped behind her and pulled her hair back off of her shoulders. Then I began to slowly cover her neck and shoulders with soft wet kisses. She rewarded me with moans of approval. I took my time working my way down her arms and then traced the palms of her hands with my lower lip before moving my attention to her taught stomach. Inch by inch I peppered her abs with kisses until I found my way to her navel and plunged my tongue inside. She gasped a little as I parted her legs and ran my hands over her knees, along her delicious thighs, and then stopped just short of paradise before changing direction completely. 

Gretchen giggled a bit at the teasing but now sat there with her head thrown back and eyes closed while I licked up her stomach to her right breast. At the same time I ran my hands around her waist to her back and down to her luscious bottom. With both hands I grabbed her cheeks and lifted her off of her seat while my tongue ran circles around her right nipple and then quickly switched to her left. Supporting her weight, I moved her off the side of the chair onto the coolness of the tile floor while sucking firmly on her left nipple. 

Her moans we now audible to anyone within fifty feet of where she lay and I was just getting started. For the next several minutes, I alternated between licking and sucking on both of her nipples until she could hardly lie still. As I kneaded her right breast in my hand and rolled her nipple, I carefully bit down on her left nipple. A loud cry of pleasure escaped her lips briefly and then she sat up in mock anger. I gently pushed her back down to a lying position and slithered down to her waiting mound. 

Stopping quickly just outside her dripping pussy, I licked the area between her pelvis and her left leg causing her to quiver and giggle. After that I separated her beautiful pussy lips with my tongue and tasted her magnificent juices. She was already soaked with excitement when I began to search out her clit, but this took her pleasure to a new level and she began to climax before I ever reached the promised land. 

Having found her clit, I continued licking all around it until her seemingly eternal climax ended. I allowed her only a few seconds to catch her breath before I wrapped my lips around her trigger and began to suck vigorously. On cue, she wrapped her legs tight around my head and shoulders as her left hand began pulling my hair while she held my face against her pussy. She was biting down on the handle of my leash in her right fist in order to stifle her orgasmic screams as I continued to lick away. Seconds later she began to climax once again and her grip on my head grew stronger and I drank all the juices she poured out.

I thought the first orgasm had gone on forever, but it had nothing on this one. She continued to fuck my face with her pussy while I licked and sucked as minute by minute passed by until finally she came back down from her high and released me.

I crawled off of her gasping for air as I looked up to see her face. A grin was plastered from ear to ear and looked like it might be there for quite some time but her eyes were still closed as she lay there in a state of satisfaction.

"That...was...amazing!" she announced, as she lay there recovering.

A minute or two later she rolled over and crawled to a small refrigerator concealed behind some faux drawers beneath one of the sinks. She pulled out a 32-ounce sports drink and set it on the counter. Then she reached into another drawer pulled out a small white bottle and emptied one pear-shaped yellow pill onto the counter. I recognized it as Cialis.

"Drink this and take that," she ordered. "You are going to need both of them to keep up these last couple hours." Then she stood and walked towards the door.

"I'll be back in a minute. Be done by then," she told me, and disappeared into the hallway.

Not wishing to upset her I immediately went to the counter to take the pill and drink the Gatorade. Rarely had I ever experienced anything so refreshing. In practically no time at all I guzzled it down and sat there on the floor awaiting her return.

It did not take long before she returned with her other man-slave in tow. Like me, he wore nothing more than the collar around his neck and the leash on which she pulled.

Gretchen led him into the shower, turned on the water, removed the leash, and commanded him to clean up. Then she came back out, retrieved the white bottle, dispensed another pill, and returned to the shower.

"Take this," she shouted at him, as she reached back in the shower. After he took it she returned to me.

Grabbing my leash, she led me into the shower with the other slave and then removed my leash as well. Standing between us she ordered us to wash her. Believe me when I tell you, it was my pleasure.

With two of us sharing the 'work' it took no time at all to have her lathered up from head to toe. To no one's surprise we paid extra attention to her glorious rack and her sensitive pussy. I had no qualms spending a few extra seconds on her fabulous ass either. Once we finished washing her body she moved out of the way and watched as we washed ourselves.

"He can't get his back," she chided to my fellow slave, and he moved to soap up my shoulders and back.

"Now get his," she commanded me, as he turned his back to me.

Reluctantly I did as I was told and washed his back as well. It was weird enough when he washed my back, but washing him somehow seemed weirder. Thankfully she must have found it about as much a turn-on as I did and told us to go back to washing ourselves.

"Pay special attention to those little cocks of yours, boys," she teased. "I want them to sparkle."

Even though we were already well beyond clean, we understood where she was headed and obliged her. By now the Cialis we took was beginning to do its thing, and as soon as we lathered up our genitals we began to grow.

Noticing our arousal, Gretchen got excited. "Stroke them," she hollered. "Stroke them good. I want to see you shoot your wads."

We began to stroke our shafts hard and fast as she taunted and teased us.

"Come on sluts, let's see what you got," she shouted, as we masturbated for her pleasure.

After several minutes of giving it all I could, I finally felt myself approaching the point of no return. My balls began to rise and my ass began to clench in response to my ensuing orgasm. Then with a few more long hard strokes I reached my climax and shot cum all over the glass bricks before me. Within seconds I heard the other slave huff as he reached his precipice and shot his load as well. 

Gretchen clapped mockingly as we gathered ourselves, and then she ordered us to clean ourselves up once again. After that, she walked out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began to dry off.

As I washed myself off again I was surprised to find that my erection showed no signs of fading. I had not had much experience with performance-enhancing drugs, but so far I was pleased with this one. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the other slave seemed to be experiencing the same phenomenon. I took a few more minutes cleaning up and then exited the shower just ahead of him.

Our mistress tossed us each a towel and commanded us to follow her to our next challenge. We both hurried to dry ourselves off while trying to keep up with her as her long sexy legs carried her quickly down the hall. 

She led us all the way to the last door on the hall and then inside. The room had a large four-poster bed on one side and on the other side two sets of rope hung from the ceiling. Directly below each rope was a set of shackles bolted to the floor.

Upon entering the room Gretchen headed straight towards the intercom. "Rose," she called, "come here. There is something I want you to see."

Rose responded affirmatively and then Gretchen turned her attention to us. She positioned each of us below the hanging ropes and secured our hands taut above our heads. Then she shackled our feet to the floor in a manner which kept them just past shoulder-width apart.

About that time Rose entered the room. This time she seemed slightly less shocked by what was going on, but I could not help but notice how she stared at our erections as Gretchen finished locking us in place.

"Slaves," Gretchen began, "we are about to find out how much you can take. The slave who can take the most will be generously rewarded. The other will be humiliated."

I did not like the sound of that last part. Even though I had no idea what was about to occur I had already determined I was going to outlast my competition.

"Rose, get those blindfolds." Gretchen ordered, pointing to them lying near the foot of the bed. "Heck, go ahead and put them on for me while I fetch my things."

Rose slowly trod towards me as Gretchen quickly ran out of the room. She slid the blindfold over my eyes and then I heard her move toward the other slave. Seconds later I heard a wincing sound coming from the direction of my fellow captive, but nothing else to indicate why. A few more seconds passed and I felt hands grasp my cock firmly and squeeze. 

It was now apparent to me this was what my competition had felt a moment ago, but I actually quite enjoyed the harsh sensation. It did hit me however that this was not Gretchen's hands wrapped around my cock but Rose's. Her hands were smaller and not as soft, I can only assume due to her constant house work. It also occurred to me that these were probably the same hands that provided me relief a couple hours earlier. 

She continued to squeeze and pull on my cock for several minutes and then switch back to the other slave. After a short while of working him up she returned to me. This went on for quite a little while until suddenly she ran away.

Seconds later Gretchen walked into the room. I realized then that Rose must have heard her coming and feared being caught.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Sluts," she apologized sarcastically. "I had a little trouble finding both ball gags...so, I improvised."

Without warning I felt a pair of her panties being forced into my mouth and then a piece of duct tape slapped down over it. Then I heard him gag a bit as she did the same to him.

"Now the fun can start," she announced, and then I heard her slapping what sounded like a wooden paddle against her hand as she stepped behind us. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! 

I heard her land three quick strikes on his ass as he tried to stifle his cries.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

She landed three hard swats on my hind end while I struggled to remain silent myself. I had received larger amounts of paddling from others with even more painful equipment, but somehow she knew how to really handle that paddle to have the greatest effect.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

I heard her land three more smacks on his ass in rapid succession. I couldn't see his reaction, but from the sound of things it had to hurt. I now found myself gritting my teeth in dreadful anticipation. I knew what was coming but there was nothing I could do about it.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

My already sore bottom was met with another barrage of swats and the soreness grew as I felt my body heat rising in response. Beads of sweat gathered at the top of my ass as they slid down my back.

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed I realized she had stepped away. My mind filled with ideas of what she might be up to but, truth be told, I did not have a clue.

Moments later I felt her pulling on my penis and scrotum as she attached some type of band around the base. Then I felt some cords being attached to the band before she gave them a quick tug to ensure they were firmly in place. Then she walked away.

A brief moment later I heard some muffled moans coming from the other slave bound next to me. I could only guess she was doing the same to him as she had done to me.

Then I heard the sound of something heavy being pushed across the floor. The screeching continued to get louder as it scraped along the floor until she stopped suddenly in front of me. Next, I heard her huff loudly and then took a few deep breaths.

"Rose," She hollered, "Bring that one over here in front of him."

The next thing I knew I heard the sound of another large object being shoved across the floor. The shrieking was not as bad as finger nails on a chalkboard, but it was by no means a pleasant sound. Finally the scraping stopped as the sounds indicated this piece had been placed in front of the other slave. Then I heard Rose gasp almost as hard as Gretchen had.

"Go ahead and hook him up," Gretchen commanded Rose.

Suddenly I felt the band wrapped around my genitals being pulled on as Gretchen yanked on the cords she had attached earlier. The feeling was not painful, but it was by no means pleasurable either. When she stopped pulling on the cords my cock and balls were being pulled at a forty-five degree angle down and away from me, but with just enough firmness to hold them in place without pulling on them.

"Aren't you done yet?" Gretchen barked at Rose, and then stomped towards her. Shortly thereafter I heard a few shallow grunts as she seemed to finish Rose's task for her.

A moment later I could sense Gretchen's presence as she strutted around us. I could only assume she was admiring her work. Then I felt her well-manicured nails graze my shoulders and then she harshly grabbed my ass while digging in vigorously. 

"Wait 'til you see what I have in store for you." She giggled as she squeezed even tighter, causing me to bite down on the panties that had been shoved in my mouth. Then she pulled the blindfold down off of my eyes to reveal my next trial. My eyes took a little while to adjust to the light, but I noticed she had left me to remove my fellow slave's blindfold as well.

As my sight returned to me I was confused by what I was seeing. Before me sat a wooden ramp with a relatively significant slope facing away from me. On the ramp was placed a small wooden box with a post standing out from the center of it. The box had a hoop on the end closest to me, and the cords which were pulling on my package were attached to it. The objects were all very simple, yet I did not quite understand what was about to happen.

Gretchen obviously sensed my confusion and began to giggle devilishly as she stood before us. "Boys, I am going to have so much fun torturing you tonight," she announced.

"Rose, go get the cart," she commanded, and pointed out the door into the hallway.

Rose quickly ran into the hallway and returned pushing a small metal cart, the contents of which were hidden to us. She positioned the cart directly between our two ramps as a huge smile took over her lips. 

Gretchen came over to the cart with an equally disconcerting smile on her face. Then she reached into the cart and rattled around a little bit until she seemed to find what she had been searching for, two small, steel hoops. She took one hoop and handed it to Rose and then stepped towards me with the other.

Simultaneously she and Rose slid the steel hoops down over the posts on the wooden boxes before us. As soon as they released them I got the point. Even though they had not added a huge amount of weight, the boxes immediately began to slide down the ramp pulling on our genitals. 

The feeling of confusion I had felt earlier quickly changed to discomfort. This was not too painful, yet, but I knew it would not take long.

I watched as Gretchen disappeared behind us once again and realized she had grabbed the paddle which she had leaned against the wall. Without swinging the paddle one more time the mere though sent shivers up my spine.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

This time she struck me first and caught me with my guard down. In addition to the pain, the spanking had another curious effect. While the sound of her paddling the other slave filled my ears, the realization hit me that I actually swung forward with every swat. Since I had swung forward it lowered the box a little more intensifying my discomfort when I swung back into place.

Gretchen rubbed my burning ass as she stepped out from behind me and then ran the nail of her index finger along the bottom side of my still-erect cock. After that she walked back over to her cart once more and pulled out two larger steel hoops. Once again she handed one to Rose before walking over and sliding it over the existing hoop. This hoop was actually so much bigger that its hole surrounded the first hoop.

When she released the hoop my feeling of moderate discomfort grew to relative pain. If I had not been gagged I am sure I would have screamed.

Sensing my pain seemed to spur Gretchen on even more as every event appeared to cause her eyes to light up. She was loving it.

"I want to hear your pain and misery," she said as she approached me and ripped my duct-tape-and-panties silencer from my mouth.

"Ouch!" I yelped, as she tore it off.

She quickly moved to her husband and ripped his off as well, receiving a similar response.

"Music to my ears," she commented, and then stepped up to her cart once more.

This time she pulled out four small clamps and handed two of them to Rose. Rose nodded her understanding and then they approached us. 

There was no question in my mind what these were for and I knew I was in trouble. I hate having my nipples messed with. I just can't stand it.

Without mercy Gretchen snapped them both onto my pointed nipples and giggled as I rolled my head in pain. Then she went back to the cart and found a chain to link them with. For what purpose, I did not know.

"I've decided to make a little game out of this," Gretchen announced. "Whoever can deal with the pain gets to fuck me up the ass."

Then she stepped over to Rose, spun her around, told her to bend over and held up her dress to reveal her pink-pantied bottom. "But don't fret; the loser gets to fuck this ass." She snickered.

Rose quickly turned around with a puzzled look on her face. I was unable to decipher how she felt about the prospect of being part of our game. Playing seemed to be okay with her, but being a consolation prize had an apparently different effect. It was obvious that she was not completely against the idea or was afraid to tell her mistress 'no'. I really did not know what to think of the ordeal.

Unfortunately I was not allowed much more time to think. Gretchen reached into her cart one more time and pulled out two more hoops. They were just as large as the last two and they wasted no time sliding them in place and letting them go.

My balls felt as though they might have torn away if my cock had not still been erect and carrying a good portion of the weight. Needless to say I was in pain.

Once again Gretchen laughed mockingly and disappeared behind us. 

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Hard and fast she whaled into the ass of the man standing just a few feet away from me. "Please, Mistress," he whimpered, "no more."

She cackled loudly and then reached up and grabbed the chain linking the clamps on his nipples and jerked them off. He screamed in pain as the blood rushed back to his nipples and he tried desperately to regain his composure.

Gretchen shook her head disapprovingly and then stepped behind to deliver more of my torture.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I yelped a little before biting my lip as the pain sank in and the pressure on my package reached a whole new level. I now found myself thrusting my hips forward while standing on my tip-toes in order to keep from falling back into place. I knew if I could keep myself as close to the ramp as possible I could endure the torture as long as possible.

"Impressive!" Gretchen responded, as she raked her nails, once again, along my burning backside.




Sweet November Ch. 14



Wednesday, November 20th

Once again I slept like a baby, having been completely worn out by the day's activities. The difference between this morning and the previous mornings was that today I had been awakened by the sound of my phone ringing. Apparently someone had requested that I receive a wake-up call at 8:30 this morning.

Seconds after I hung up the phone to stop the ringing there was a knock at my door and another crème-colored envelope slid under the door. I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep out and then retrieved the envelope on my way to the restroom.

Slave,

You will be picked up in 30 minutes. Clean up and get dressed. It does not matter what you wear because you won't be wearing it long.

Sensing the urgency, I turned the shower on to allow it to warm up a bit while I went and grabbed the clothes I was going to wear. Then I jumped into the shower to clean up and do a little touch-up shaving. After that I brushed and flossed my teeth and styled my hair. Next I threw on a long-sleeve t-shirt, jeans, socks, and tennis shoes. Finally I checked myself in the mirror one last time and then ran out the door to the lobby with just a couple minutes to spare.

I did not have to wait long as the all-too-familiar black Town Car pulled into the drive and I quickly opened the door and jumped in. As usual, sitting in the driver's seat was my Asian Princess. And, as usual, she would give me no indication as to where we were headed. So I just enjoyed the sack breakfast I had been provided and waited to see what was in store for me.

After a relatively lengthy ride we pulled up to our destination. I recognized it as the warehouse I had been to a couple times during the previous weekend and could only wonder where this would all end.

As the car pulled up to the entrance, I opened my door and exited my ride. The second I closed the car door behind me she accelerated out of the gate and it clanked shut behind her.

From where I stood I took a quick look around this strange property I had been returned to. This warehouse seemed so out of place in the middle of the country surrounded by so many trees. It was obviously put here where few would notice its existence.

Suddenly the door opened before me and there stood a beautiful brunette stranger dressed from head to toe in camouflage, including face paint. The more I thought I had seen it all, the more I realized that I had not.

After I entered the building I was led to the same room where I had been registered for the competition just a few days earlier. The strange thing was that the entire room had been transformed into a men's locker room complete with benches, showers, lockers, and urinals. I could not begin to fathom how they could change things so quickly, but I soon realized I had bigger things to concern myself with.

Upon entering the locker room, I was greeted by fourteen all-too-familiar faces. These were the faces of the other slaves I competed with just a few days ago. I started to ask what was going on when the brunette who led me there stopped me short.

"Sit here for a moment," she instructed politely. "Someone will be with all of you shortly to explain." Then she turned and walked out.

We all just looked at each other in stunned silence for a couple minutes until we heard the door squeaking as it opened once again. There before us stood Helen, the Diva behind it all.

"Good morning, slaves," she started off with a confident and sexy air about her. She too was wearing camo from head to toe and it never looked sexier. "You all need to strip and put your clothes in the lockers behind you."

Some of the slaves hesitated for a second or two to see if there were any further instructions. This only infuriated Helen.

"Strip! Now!!" she hollered, as she slammed her clipboard down on the bench before her. Needless to say the rest of the men were pulling off their clothes as fast as they could in an effort to appease her.

"Now form a line here," she barked, pointing to an open area in the center of the room.

We immediately jumped into formation, shoulder-to-shoulder with each other, facing her with stomachs in, chests out, shoulders back and chins up.

"Very good," Helen chimed, as she walked before us. "I want to do a quick inspection before I give you your orders for the day."

Over the next several minutes she looked each of us up and down, pausing every once in a while to jot a quick note down on the pad held to her clipboard. She was quick but thorough as she looked us over, though none of us knew what she was looking for. She grabbed each of us by the balls and gave a quick tug and then laughed mockingly if a grunt escaped. Then she would run her fingernail up the underside of our cocks a couple times, causing every one of us to have an erection by the time she was done. She seemed very pleased with herself as she finished her notes with a smirk on her face.

"Don't move," she ordered, and then stepped towards the door and called out for a couple of the women to join her. As they entered the room she handed them the notes she had been keeping and whispered some instruction to them. Shortly thereafter they stepped up behind us with markers in hand and began to write something on our backs.

"Right now the women are writing a number from 1-5 on your back," Helen told us. "Each of these numbers corresponds to a point value I assigned. In just a few minutes I am going to set you free in the woods and six 2-person teams are going to try to capture as many of you as they can. The team with the most points will win a lot of cash and bragging rights. Those of you who remain free after 4 hours will receive a prize as well, although I doubt any of you will."

After the women wrote the numbers on our backs, collars were locked around our necks. They were not the usual slave collars I was used to. They seemed to be some sort of shock collar like those used on dogs to control barking or keep them behind an invisible fence. Helen appeased my curiosity shortly.

"The collars around your neck are, in fact, shock collars." Helen announced. "The hunters will capture you using a 'gun' which serves as a remote to activate the collar. The first shock will merely stun you momentarily, but I promise you won't want to feel the second. So once you have been found it is in your best interest to submit." The woman attaching the collars snickered eerily, confirming that we best not put up too much of a fight.

"To ensure that there is no cheating," Helen continued, "the 'gun' must be pointed directly at you and within one hundred feet." Helen smiled as she finished and then asked if we had any further questions. We all knew better.

"Great, follow me," Helen ordered, as she stepped out the door with fifteen fully-erect men following close behind wearing nothing except for their collars. We followed her out the door and down the hallway to the main room. It also had been completely transformed from the way I remembered it. At the front of the room the stage remained but that was about the only thing that had not changed. In front of the stage sat a dozen women all dressed in camouflage and sitting in metal folding chairs grouped in pairs. They all watched in anticipation as we followed Helen to the stage.

As Helen stepped up to the podium we stood at attention in line behind her. I could not help but notice how drab and gray the room had turned. But what was even more apparent was the line of black metal cages lined up on the left side of the room. They looked to be about 7 feet tall and only about 4' by 4' wide. I had a feeling at least a few of us would be held in those by the end of the day.

"Ladies," Helen addressed the small group of women seated before us, "in just a few minutes we will begin the hunt of a lifetime. This is what you have been training for. This is where the tracking and trapping skills we taught you will be tested."

'This is a lot more serious than I imagined,' I thought to myself.

"Before we begin," she continued, "allow me to go over the rules one last time. The goal of this game is to hunt and capture as many of these 'beasts' as possible. Each of them has been marked with a number which corresponds to the point values on the charts you have been given. The team with the most points at the end of the four-hour hunt will be crowned the champions. Now remember, to get your points you must find and capture each 'beast' and then tag them for pick up. Once you have tagged them it is not necessary to wait for them to be picked up. You may proceed to hunt for another 'beast'."

Then she turned her attention towards us. "You guys don't know how lucky you are," she cackled, as she strolled in front of us slapping our cocks as she passed. "It is actually quite nice outside for this time of year. Four years ago when we came here it was barely over 40 outside and today it is pushing 60. Your little peckers won't suffer nearly what those poor bastards suffered back then."

She turned towards her audience, once more laughing as she spoke. "Their dicks were like little turtles, trying to pull their heads in out of the cold. You wouldn't believe the things we had to do to coax them back out."

"There I go, getting off track again," she remarked as she turned towards us once more. "As I told you before, in just a minute, I am going to give the word, and you will be set free to run and hide somewhere on this complex. When you are found, these ladies will fire one shot at you in order to stun and capture you. If you try to leave the complex the shock collar will triple its normal jolt when you reach the border. This will render you unconscious and result in prolonged pain and suffering. If you try to remove the collar, you will find similar results." Then she paused to be sure we all felt the gravity of the consequences.

"Any questions?" she finished.

One dared to ask and raised his hand.

"What?" she barked.

"How will we know the border, Mistress?" he asked meekly.

"A fair question," she responded, obviously appreciating his respect for her. "Around most of the wooded area is a short wire fence. However the rest of the border is indicated by a series of small red flags set about fifty feet apart from each other. If you come close to one of these flags, I suggest you turn around."

Helen looked over us one last time as if to allow us one more chance for questions, but no one seemed to have any, or at least no one dared to ask. Then she directed our attention to a set of double doors at the back of the room where two of her assistants began to open the doors.

"You have ten minutes," she announced, looking at her watch. "I suggest you run."

We hesitated about half a second to see if she was serious. She raised her right eyebrow just enough to make her point and we took off. I am sure it was quite a sight to see: fifteen stark naked men running full speed in different directions out the back of a building with dog collars on. I could only imagine.

A couple minutes into my run I found myself fairly deep into the woods. I had managed to avoid stepping on anything too rough or jagged, but was pretty tired from the sprint. As I bent over with my palms pressed to my knees I looked around for a place to hide. I had managed to distance myself from all but one of the others. Fortunately he seemed as determined to separate from me as I was to him. As I stepped towards a hill to my right he disappeared from sight in the other direction.

I knew I did not have much time left so I began to jog through the brush doing my best to keep from cutting myself. As I approached the hill I figured I must have at least a couple minutes to spare, so I thought I would get to higher ground and see what I could see. Once I got near the top I saw a stream on the other side and decided to head towards it with the idea that running through it might help hide my tracks.

Once I reached the stream I tested its temperature with my toes and discovered that it actually seemed to be warmer than the air around me. I could only assume that meant that it was fed from a hot spring somewhere upstream. As I stepped all the way in and headed down stream with the hill to my back in an effort to put an even greater distance between me and the main building, I discovered that not only was the stream warmer than expected, but deeper as well.

My original intention was to run down stream a ways and then emerge on the other side with the idea that the shallow water would hide my tracks from my would-be predators. Now that I discovered that the stream was both warm and nearly waist-deep in parts I determined to use it to hide.

I had traveled downstream approximately two hundred yards from where I stepped in when I happened upon a couple of downed trees near a deeper section of the stream. I waded my way over to them and began to push some brush around to make a small area for me to hide under when suddenly a loud siren went off. I could only assume that was the signal the ladies were waiting for in order to begin the pursuit. I wasted no further time and threw the few sticks I had gathered around the logs and took my place. So far it looked like my plan was going to work marvelously. I could sit comfortably in the warm running water and see out from the brush, but I was confident they would not be able to see me.

I sat there for who knows how long when I heard the sound of someone running towards me. As I looked to see who it was I saw one of the other men running desperately in my direction. I watched as he passed, with leaves and sticks flying, then dove behind a couple of large trees and struggled to catch his breath.

Seconds late I saw an ATV come around the near side of the hill with two women riding high obviously in search of their prey. Once they stormed past the hill they stopped abruptly near the edge of the stream and jumped from their ATV with the cleverly-disguised stun guns in hand.

Knowing that they must not be hunting me, but the man hiding less than 50 feet away from them, allowed me to relax and enjoy the show. I was impressed as the women slowly crept in the direction of the slave when they spotted the leaves and mud he had cast as he ran. It became brutally obvious that they had, in fact, taken the training and this competition seriously.

I watched as they quietly communicated with one another once they determined where his location should be. Then one of the hunters quietly snuck around back and waited behind a few small trees while her partner circle around to where he was hiding.

Sure enough, he took the bait. Just as the first woman got close enough to make him uncomfortable, he jumped from his position and ran straight to where the second hunter laid waiting.

BLAM!

I was startled by the sound of the stun gun. Not only did it look like a real rifle it sounded like one as well.

He went down hard and fast as the jolt hit him. I did not appear that it hurt him too bad, but it was definitely enough to knock him off his feet long enough for the women to overtake him.

What I witnessed next was nothing short of mind boggling. If I didn't know better I would swear these women did this professionally. In a matter of less than thirty seconds the first woman had zip-tied his feet together and then pulled his hands together up under his knees and zip-tied them together as well. This had the effect of completely immobilizing him in a fetal position.

While the first woman had bound his hands and feet the second reached into one of the pockets on her camouflaged cargo pants and pulled out a special tool and clipped the shock collar off from around his neck and put both the tool and the collar into her pocket. (The tool looked like a hand held version of those tag removers you see at department stores when they have to remove the security device from the leather jackets, high line purses or whatever else they have tagged them with.) Then from out of another pocket she pulled a folded-up burlap bag. She unfolded it and pulled it down over the slave's head and then with a flick of her wrist pulled the draw string on it tight enough to hold but not restrict his breathing. Then she pulled out a stake and plunged it through the loop of the drawstring into the ground. This held his head firmly in place while they added their finishing touches. Finally she pulled out a small tube of lubricant and squirted a generous amount on his asshole. The second she finished applying the lube to his ass the first woman mercilessly shoved a short tube into his ass and they forced him into a position that kept his knees and head down, but his ass straight up. After that, they slid a long rod into the tube with a little orange flag on one end. Finally the woman gave each other a celebratory high five and ran back to their All-Terrain Vehicle. Once there, one of the women reached under the seat, grabbed a flare gun and fired a shot into the air. After that the two women looked around a bit to see if there were any other opportunities around. Then they decided between themselves to return to the starting point where they would have plenty of tracks to work with. With that they started up their ride and drove away quickly.

Several minutes passed while I watched the captured slave wiggle in his humiliating and obviously uncomfortable position. Then I watched as four women, one of which was Helen, pulled up in a large ATV with a cage on the back. One of the women was carrying a clipboard and appeared to be writing down a myriad of information. The only fact I can say for certain that she wrote down was the number written on his back. I know this because I watched as she wiped some dirt and leaves off of him before she wrote it down.

Once she was done, a second lady removed the flag, rod, and tube from his ass. Then she unclipped the zip ties, pulled the stake from the ground, and told him to stand. Once he was on his feet she attached cuffs to his hands and locked them behind his back. She then attached cuffs to his ankles that had just enough slack to allow him to shuffle his feet as she led him slowly over to the vehicle. As they reached the ATV, Helen mocked the slave for being caught so easily and then taunted him for how small his dick was. (It was obvious the cold air had affected his penis, but that did not matter to them.) Then a couple of them flicked his cold and withered member a few times and laughed at his humiliation. Finally, they took him to the back of their ATV, pushed him into the cage, jumped back in their ride, and drove off. I was amazed by what I saw, but after all I had experienced in the last few weeks it was going to take more than that to really surprise me. 

Over the next hour or two a few of the hunters came by the area where I was hiding, but none came close enough to concern me. For quite some time it appeared I had found the perfect hiding spot. Unfortunately, after sitting in the stream for that amount of time I began to get a bit uncomfortable. My legs began to cramp a bit and my skin was starting to wrinkle like a prune. It soon became apparent I was going to have to leave my location in search of dry ground where I might be able to stretch my legs a bit.

After a couple more minutes had passed and I felt confident that the area around me was vacant of any threat I crab-walked backward up the edge of the stream wall towards the back corner of the property. Once I was clear of the brush that had earlier served as my fortress I took one more quick look around before standing to my feet. I quickly but quietly pranced away from the stream towards some very large trees near the border. I figured with as many hunters I had seen already search that area the odds were fairly good they would not be back before the time was through. 

When I reached the large oak trees nestled close together in a tight V-shape I knew I had found another good spot. I took a few seconds to stretch my leg muscles a bit before I settled into the small clearing of grass at the base of the trees. Just as I was about to sit a stiff breeze blew across me and I was soon reminded how warm the stream had been and how the water clinging to my skin accentuated the coldness of the air around me. I swear I could have cut glass with my nipples and my normally impressive cock seemed to be looking for warmth within me. I gave my dick a quick tug to straighten it out a little then found my place on the cold hard ground.




Sweet November Ch. 14



Once I had gotten in position as close to the trees as possible and concealing my position as well as I could expect I began to try to warm myself by pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Then I rubbed my legs and upper arms with my hands in hopes that would do the trick. It seemed to work for a little while.

Suddenly, I heard a crackling sound and then an announcement came over some speakers placed strategically throughout the woods. It was Helen's voice saying, "Ladies you have less than an hour to find the remaining slaves, and let me say this. It is anyone's game. The big one is still out there and whoever nabs him will likely be the winners. Good Luck!"

The news rang both good and bad in my ears. On one hand, I only had to last a little while longer. On the other hand, if the competition was as close as she claimed, these women would be highly motivated for that little while as well.

As I sat there still and quiet I began to wonder to myself if I was the 'big one' or not. If so they probably would keep looking till the time was up or I was found. If not I might get lucky and someone could find him first and take the pressure off of me.

SNAP!

I heard a stick break behind me and my heart began to race.

"Shit!" I heard a female voice mutter under her breath. Then suddenly I heard her running fast in my direction as leaves and sticks rustled around her feet.

I peered cautiously around the tree in the direction I heard her coming from. I wondered why I had not heard her earlier and where her partner and ATV were located.

'Damn!' I thought to myself, 'she is coming right at me, and fast. Somehow she knows I am here.'

I stuck my head out a little further hoping to coax a shot from her and then duck back behind the trees. My only hope was that the stun guns they used need a few second to recharge before they could fire a second shot.

I got lucky; she took the bait and fired, just as I had hoped. I dove back behind the trees just fast enough to block the signal and then took off in the opposite direction of where she was running from. I had no idea where I was going, but I hoped I could come up with something as I fled.

Soon I realized I was not going to have to worry about that plan...

...I found her partner.

BLAM!

The second I saw her step out from behind the tree, she fired her shot, allowing me no time to react. The jolt I felt was quick and intense but not incredibly painful. It had the effect of doing exactly what it was intended for. I am not even sure how it all happened, but I do know my feet seemed to go right out from under me and the next thing I knew I was lying flat on my back with two women dressed in full camo gear standing over me giving each other congratulatory high fives. 

"Sometimes better lucky than good," the blonde said with a smile.

"No doubt," the brunette followed. "We probably never would have found him if that announcement over the intercom hadn't startled him."

'I did not even realize I moved, but obviously I must have,' I thought to myself, as I lay there.

"We must have looked through this area three or four times," the blonde began. "You weren't sitting there that whole time, were you?"

"I'll tell you what," I responded, as I propped myself up on my elbows, "I'll tell you my secret if you answer one quick question for me."

"You aren't in a position to bargain," the brunette shot back.

"Come on Bridget, don't be such a hard-ass," the blonde chimed in. "Maybe the info he gives us can help us win again next time too."

"What makes you think there's gonna be a next time, Jules?" Bridget fired back.

"We just bagged the 'big one'. We got this competition wrapped up," Julie answered. "They always invite the defending champs back to defend their title."

"Fine, what's your question?" Bridget asked begrudgingly.

"I just want to know what you did with your ATV and why I didn't hear you guys coming," I said.

The ladies laughed and then Julie answered, "We ditched the four-wheeler after the first couple hours hoping that you suckers would begin to rely on their sound as a warning and not hear us coming when we were on foot."

"And it worked like a charm, didn't it Jules?" Bridget followed this comment by raising her hand to give Julie another high five.

"Yes it did," Julie laughed. "Yes it did."

"Now it's your turn," Bridget barked, kicking me with her boot. "This secret of yours better be good."

"I'll do better than tell you," I announced, as I stood to my feet. "I'll show you."

I brushed myself off as I walked back towards my hiding spot in the stream. The ladies were obviously untrusting and followed very close and with their fingers firmly on the triggers of their weapons.

"Here we are," I said, pointing to the brush and downed trees lying across the stream. Then I proceeded to explain how the stream was surprisingly warm and managed to not only keep me warm but helped keep me hidden. 

Bridget leaned down and felt the water with her fingertips and then nodded back to Julie. "It is really warm. I would have never thought in a million years to check here. As cold as it has been, I wouldn't have thought it was possible."

"Wow, pretty impressive! Why'd you get out?" Julie asked.

"I cramped up. I had to move around a little. Besides, the water was making me all wrinkly." I shrugged as I answered.

"Your loss is our gain," Bridget laughed mockingly. "Now we need to wrap this up before another group comes around and discovers us conversing with the slave."

As she finished her thought she pushed her boot into the back of my knee causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground. Then she pulled my hands back behind my back and zip-tied them together. After that she cut off my collar and put it in her pocket. Then she pulled out the burlap bag and threw it over my head while Julie shot a flare into the sky to show their location. Finally they each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me to my feet.

"We aren't going to tie you up like the other guys," Julie told me. "We are just going to wait here with you until they come to pick you up. Hopefully they'll give us a ride too."

"I bet we can have a little fun while we wait," Bridget said slyly, and then I felt the tip of her finger flick the underside of my cold and shrunken member.

"Doesn't your little pecker want to come out and play?" Julie joined in, while pulling on the tip.

For the next few minutes the women tormented me by pulling, flicking, and slapping my cock and balls. I could not help but flinch with the movements they made and that only seemed to spur them on even more. They coolness of the air around me intensified the pain of everything they did like getting hit in the ear in the mid of winter.

Soon they added spanking my ass to the equation and made me bend over as they struck me. Judging by their giggling they seem to be enjoying my pain very much. Seconds after they began their barrage I heard the large ATV pull up and I thought their fun would end. Unfortunately I found that the four women riding in it wanted to take a few shots as well. One of them got so excited that with her first strike she hit me just hard enough to cause me to stumble forward.

"Let me help you out, slave," Helen offered, as she took my arm and helped me back up.

"Thank you," I said, returning to my position with her help.

"No problem," she responded wickedly, while grabbing my balls tightly and holding on. "I'll make sure he doesn't fall again," Helen announced to the girls.

The women laughed and continued their onslaught until they each had taken at least a dozen swings at me. Finally they decided to head back and led me to the back of the trailer and into the cage. I have never enjoyed such a horrifically bumpy ride in my life but at least the spanking had ceased.

After a couple minutes of riding in the cage we pulled back up to the warehouse. I was immediately pulled from the cage and a collar and leash was latched around my neck. Then one of the women took the end of the leash and practically dragged me back into the warehouse where this whole game had started.

Once again I was amazed by the quick and total transformation I saw before me. Only a few hours ago this place had a cold concrete floor, cages on one side, folding chairs at the center and a stage up front. Now it looked like an entirely different building altogether.

As I was pulled roughly across the room I was in total awe of all my eyes were taking in. The previously drab and drafty room had been transformed to a ranch house straight out of the plains of Montana. The concrete floor had been covered with hardwood and the walls were covered in finely cut logs. The room was decorated like a sport hunter's paradise. In one corner I saw a stuffed Alaskan brown bear posed up on its hind legs, baring his teeth and claws. Covering the walls there were dozens of animal heads mounted including a big-horned ram, an elk, a bison, and several varieties of deer. In another corner there were a few stuffed big cats. The cougar and the bobcat almost looked as though they were still alive. Scattered throughout the room were various game birds and mounted fish. This really was a sport hunter's paradise.

In the center of the room was a beautiful stone fireplace with a fantastic moose head mounted above the mantel. Around the fire place were some large, stuffed brown leather couches and a couple of matching chairs with ottomans. Between the couches sat a magnificent hand-crafted wooden table with various hunting and gun magazines finishing off the look. The whole place was mind-boggling when you knew how it had looked before. Not a detail had been missed. Nothing was out of place.

I was soon shaken from my trance-like state when, after being pulled across the room, a door was opened and I was pulled down the stairs into a dungeon where all the other slaves were being held. I was pushed into my own personal cage just like the ones I had seen in the warehouse a few hours ago. Then they removed my leash and locked the door. Finally, they grabbed a small paper bag off of a rugged old table against the wall and threw it at my cage. As it hit the bars its contents spilled out revealing my meal to me.

"Eat quickly," the woman scoffed. "We'll be back for all of you soon."

After I picked up the cold meat sandwich and bottled water from off the floor I slid them through the bars and began to consume them as quickly as I could. The other men were all locked up in cages just as I, and they all seemed equally curious as to what was to happen next. The funny thing was...none of them were talking.

Just as I shoved the last bit of my sandwich in my mouth the door at the top of the stairs opened. As dark and dreary as it was in the dungeon, this made their entrance seem that much more ominous. I quickly gulped down my last swallow of water as I choked down my last bite.

"It is time to clean up, slaves," the first woman announced, as she hit the bottom of the stairs.

The two women, whom I recognized as the ones who captured me, stepped over to my cage and opened it. Then they went to the next cage and did the same. Finally they opened the third cage and released the last of their captives.

With long whips in their hands they flaunted their authority as they directed us back up the steps. Once at the top, they led us to a locker room and told us to kneel just inside the door while they got ready.

We were told to keep our heads down while the women undressed, but I have to tell you this might have been one of the hardest commands I have ever been asked to obey. Up until now we were unable to tell what the women we were dealing with looked like due to their hats, face paint, and bulky attire.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of watching clothes fall at their feet and listening as they pranced across the cold tile floor over to the sink to wash their faces they returned to our sides and removed any remaining collars, cuffs or zip ties we still had on. Then they commanded us to follow them into the large shower area that looked as though it was set up more for a basketball team's after-game rinse down than anything I could imagine doing with two beautiful women.

As we followed them into the shower I took inventory of the two women and two men that were with me. Julie had a real bubbly personality, but without coming across as ditzy at the same time. I had a feeling she would have been a lot of fun to hang out with and could hold her own in just about any conversation or debate. Her hair was blonde and straight and cut just below her ears. Her eyes were bright blue and practically sparkled atop her short but cute nose, and her mouth was small and adorned with pouty pink lips. Her skin had a slight hint of a tan. This looked great on her athletic figure with small, yet round, tits and tight ass.

Bridget seemed to be the perfect compliment to Julie. She seemed to be a lot more untrusting of the world around her. Skeptical might actually be the best description, maybe even a bit paranoid. At the same time she carried herself very well, and just by watching her walk I got the impression she just might be able to kick my ass if she wanted to.

Bridget wore her wavy brunette hair down just past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and green and had just enough slant to give her the look of a sexy deviant. The curves of her full lips just added to the look. Something about her made me wish I could experience her dominant side under different circumstances. Her body was strong and muscular, but not like one of those freaky steroid-popping competitive types. All her muscles were in all the right places and her caramel tan really set it off. Her C-cup breasts were spectacular, but her ass really got my attention. It was tight enough you could bounce a quarter off of it and it popped out at the top of her sexy legs to make the mouths of men miles away begin to water without even knowing why. She was hot!

Obviously there were two other men with us as well. I will do my best to give an accurate portrayal of them. However, I must admit, describing men is not exactly my forté. The taller and larger of the two looked like he probably did construction or something similar. At about 6' 5", he had a large chest and arms as well as muscular legs, but judging by the lack of definition and the roughness of his hands he got those muscles the old fashioned way rather than in the weight room. The other indication of his work ethic was the obvious farmer's tan. His ass and upper thighs were as pale as could be, while the rest of him was as dark as some of the women I knew of that tanned on a regular basis. 

Like me, there was not a trace of hair on his body, but unlike me he had a more rugged look about him with a stronger, larger jaw and chin, big white smile, and eyes as blue as Julie's. His blond mane was pulled back in a small ponytail and almost reminded me of someone I would have expected to see on a pro wrestling program. I doubt he had any trouble picking up women, but he seemed to enjoy the role he was playing.

The other slave was about 5' 10" tall with an average build. He looked like he was probably just the product of good genes rather than hard work. He kept his black hair short and even though it was not all that late, he was already sporting some 5 o'clock shadow on his olive-colored face. His eyes were dark and his eyebrows were thick but well-groomed. I never heard his name, but if I had to guess it was something like Tony or Gino; he dripped Italian. The best word I can come up with to describe his body size is stocky. He was not overly muscular or overweight, but he was definitely solid. In addition he was one of only two slaves I had seen that was not entirely hairless. I can only imagine how difficult a task shaving him would have been.

Now that I have covered the participants, let me get on to what happened next. After following our captors into the showers, the ladies turned on all five shower heads with very warm water. It did not take long for the room to steam up. After that the women each grabbed a bar of soap from a basket in the corner and approached the slave I will henceforth refer to as Bob. (Since I do not know his real name and I imagine him to be a builder.) 

With soap in hand the two women began to scrub Bob from head to toe. We were all so dirty from hiding in the woods that, for the first few minutes the water ran over us, streams of dirt ran down the drains along with the suds of soap. Bridget stood behind Bob washing his back and paid special attention to his muscular ass. Meanwhile, after Julie had washed his chest and arms she turned her attention to his cock. He thanked her by instantly becoming erect. 

Julie's hands looked tiny wrapped around his member as it grew to its full ten inches and incredible girth. Bridget's attention was diverted away from his ass to his large egg-sized balls. As she rolled them in the palms of her hands he began to moan his approval. Julie seemed to love the way his cock felt in her hands and began to pump it harder and harder while Bridget gently squeezed his balls. 

After a few more seconds, Bob put his hands on Julie's shoulders to steady himself. Almost instantly he grunted one last time as he shot his load across Julie's chest. Large globs landed on her tits, shoulders and chin and Bridget seemed to become some type of hunger-crazed animal. She released his balls and practically dove on top of Julie pushing her to the floor licking her clean of any sign of cum. It was truly a sight to behold as Bridget finished cleaning her off and then kissed her sumptuously on the lips. As she crawled off of Julie, Bridget grabbed a bottle of shampoo from off the floor and threw it to Bob and told him to go wash his hair.

Without hesitation Julie pulled herself off the floor and motioned me to take the spot where Bob had just stood. At the same time Bridget motioned the slave whom I will refer to as Tony over to another shower head just to the right of where Julie and I would be standing. The ladies retrieved their soap from the floor, rinsed them off quickly, and then began to wash us. 

After Julie got done washing me from tip to toe she stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around me. At the same time Bridget did the same to Tony and they turned us to face each other while bringing us closer together. With their hands still soapy they began to stroke our cocks with their right hands as they fondled our balls with their left.

My senses were going crazy. The smell of sweat, sex, and soap filled the air, while her grip tightened around my cock with every stroke driving me closer to the edge. In front of me I watched an incredibly sexy woman stroking the cock of an obviously handsome and relatively well-endowed man while the woman standing behind me pushed her perky tits into my back and whispered teasingly about how bad she needed to see me come. 

It did not take long until I felt my balls rising and my cum boiling up inside me. With a few more, quick, hard strokes she pushed me over the edge and blew my load across Tony's hairy chest. As my first squirt hit him, he released his load and it spewed across my chest and stomach in similar fashion. Normally this might have disgusted me, but not today.

As soon as the women had pumped our dicks dry they pushed us to the floor and proceeded to lick us clean. I do not think my cock ever even considered going soft as she licked every drop of come off of me. By the time she was finished she had slipped us into a 69 position and began to suck my cock. I took my cue and began to lick her delicious pink pussy lips and plunge my tongue as deep into her as I could muster. 

Over the next twenty minutes I managed to take her to the height of two or three orgasms while she used her expert mouth to keep me at the brink of explosion the whole time. Then she slid her tight little body down my torso and slid her now-sopping pussy down onto my throbbing member. Next, she rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until she had experienced at least two more orgasm and pulled one more load out of me. To top it all off she jumped up off my cock and sat back down on my face and commanded that I lick every last drop of my cum out of her twat. I obeyed happily although I failed to capture it all as some dripped down the sides of my face and chin.




Sweet November Ch. 14



Once the two women were happy with our performance they tossed us some shampoo and instructed us to finish up quickly and then wait for them back by the lockers. We quickly did as we were told and headed out. Back by the lockers we found some soft white towels and terrycloth robes waiting for us. After we dried off we put on the robes and waited patiently while the women finished up. Bob had already been waiting a while.

After about ten more minutes the women emerged and instructed us to dry them off. We were all too happy to comply and had both of them completely dry in just a few moments. Once we were finished drying them off we were told to take a seat on the bench while they finished getting ready.

Bridget and Julie retrieved a small gift bag from a nearby locker and pulled out their matching outfits. To our surprise they were simple bra and panty sets that happened to be made of red, green, and white plaid flannel. It was apparent they were trying to stick with the "outdoorsy" theme but they still managed to look incredibly sexy in them.

Once they were happy with they way their asses and breasts looked in their flannel lingerie they proceeded to a couple sinks against the wall to fix their hair and make-up while they whispered and giggled amongst themselves. About twenty minutes passed before they returned to stand before us and ordered us to stand and follow. As we followed, they made sure we kept our heads down all the way to the lodge area. 

Once we arrived at the dining area we were led over to an area where several small tables were spread with various bondage devices accompanying each one. I would soon discover that the bondage devices were intended to be used to display the ladies' catches of the day.

The particular bondage our captors chose was one I had not experienced before, and frankly would not be opposed to never experiencing again. Each of us was made to stand in front of a pillory while the height was adjusted so that it reached each of us at about our navel. Then we were forced to stand on a wedge that was 6" in height and forced us onto the tips of our toes. This brought our genitals up to the height where the device had been set. After that our now soft cock and balls were pulled into the pillory and locked firmly into place. Then our hands were cuffed behind our backs and our ankles were locked to the vertical bar forcing us to hold our position. Once all three of us were bound completely the women walked behind us, kneeled down, and pulled the wedges out from under our heels. 

All three of us winced as we struggled to hold ourselves up. We all knew the pain our calves would feel if we were forced to hold this position for very long, but we also realized the excruciating pain our balls would feel if we did not.

Moments later the other groups began to file in. All of the women were dressed in similar outfits to the ones our captors wore and the male slaves were all forced into other humiliating and painful forms of bondage. One table had two men standing next to it with long steel rods forced up their asses, connecting them to a platform similar to ours. Just like us, they had to keep on their toes in order to escape the inevitable pain they would encounter if they gave in. 

Near a third table stood three giant wooden Xs where three men were tied with weights attached to the clamps that hung from their nipples and balls. They were obviously not enjoying themselves.

A few feet away from that table, three men were held in old-fashioned stocks with their hands and heads locked in place at about waist height. Large butt plugs had been forced into their rectums. They too, looked none-too-happy.

The next table over had two men locked into a device on their backs with their hands over their heads and their knees pulled up to their chests exposing their assholes to their captors. Then their bottoms were filled will inflatable butt plugs which the women pumped up at their leisure as they made their rounds to exchange their hunting stories and consume their drinks as they waited for the final festivities to begin. 

Suspiciously this left one table empty and two slaves un-accounted for. We did not have to wait long to learn why. Moments later Helen came stomping into the room in a fit of rage. 

"I regret to inform you that two of the women who took part in today's games have been disqualified," Helen announced in a huff, as the room fell eerily quiet. "They broke the rules by setting traps the day before. This left me no choice but to eliminate them from the competition and send their captives home. The women will be dealt with and put on suspension."

After finishing her announcement Helen surveyed the crowd to ensure the gravity of the situation was understood and then stomped out once again. For several moments the remaining women did little more than whisper among themselves as the previous aura of the day seemed to be lost.

Finally the tension broke when the caterers began to bring out the food. The women found their seats as large portions of mashed potatoes, green beans, and prime rib were set before them. All we men could do was watch as they hungrily devoured their dinner while we tried to maintain our concentration.

Shortly after they began eating Helen returned to the group in her matching bra and panty set and found a place at one of the tables and joined in. I do not know how she did it, but somehow she managed to free herself from the earlier mishap and got right back into the fun. In no time she was raising her glass in a toast to this occasion and laughing along with all the women around her.

Several more minutes passed as the women finished up and the wait staff cleared their plates. As the caterers brought out various different cakes and pies for dessert, Helen headed to the center of the room where a small wooden trunk had been placed atop a podium.

"Ladies," she began, "the time has come for me to announce this year's winners. I trust you all had a phenomenal time and we'll see you again at one of our other events. However, as you know, the waiting list is long for this particular hunting party and only the winners are invited back for next year's event. So, without further adieu this year's winning team is....Julie and Bridget."

With the announcement of the winners the women all clapped while Julie and Bridget went and accepted their trophy as Helen pulled it from its case. While we all knew that all of the women wanted to win, they all appeared to be happy for them. I was also relatively amused when I saw the trophy they were so proud to have won. On the top of the trophy stood an apparently leather clad woman with whip by her side. While on the four corners facing out were four men, down on all fours, obviously naked save the collars around their necks. On the base of the trophy the words "Huntresses of the Year" were engraved. I could only imagine where a trophy like this would have been made, but at the same time it seemed as though Helen had women from all walks of life eating out of her hand and could turn straw into gold if she needed to.

As the ladies took their seats and the congratulations subsided a woman I had only seen once before stepped up behind Helen at the podium and whispered something into her ear. I thought I remembered her as one of the women who rode along with Helen in the ATV and joined in delivering my punishment shortly after I was captured. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw her evil grin as she continued to relay information softly to Helen. Soon Helen's face bore a similar expression. Finally the woman stepped down and disappeared from sight behind one of the seemingly countless doors about the complex.

Helen cleared her throat to address the now chattering group and gain their attention once again. "Ladies, I have good news," she announced with a smile. "You all are going to get to take part in something few have had the opportunity to experience."

As she paused you could really feel the anticipation well up in the room. Every scantily-clad woman and every painfully-bound man held their breath to ensure they did not miss a thing.

"But first," she said teasingly, "I need you all to release your prey so that they may have a few minutes to recover before the ceremony."

The women all stared at each other in confusion mouthing the words "ceremony" in question until Helen motioned for them to hurry up. Immediately they jumped from their seats and rushed to undo our restraints.

There were few things in life I have felt more revitalizing than being freed from that pillory as the regular flow of blood not only returned to my genitals but my legs were allowed relax. Even so, I found myself mustering the concentration to breathe slowly through it all in order to hear the upcoming announcement. As I relaxed on the floor, calming myself, I noticed that all the men had been freed and they all seemed equally anxious to hear the ensuing message.

Finally, the last two women returned to their seat and Helen addressed the group once more. "As I mentioned earlier, two of the women participating in today's activities had to be disqualified and suspended. Much to our delight both women have asked to be given the opportunity to return to our group immediately rather than face the normal two-year suspension. As some of you may or may not know, that requires them to endure the Discipline and Humiliation Ceremony."

Helen paused again as she let this sink in with all those attending. While many of us had no clue what that meant the reaction of those who did clued us in to the fact that this was a very rare occasion. I even heard one of the women whisper, "I've heard stories about these happening, but I never thought I'd see one."

"So finish up your drinks and desserts," Helen followed, "so we can get started."

I watched in wonder as the women went from nibbling delicately on their food and sipping their wine to shoveling the last bits of dessert in their mouths and gulping down the last of their drinks. It was all-too-obvious they wanted to get moving.

A couple minutes later, when all the women were finished, Helen directed us towards a door at the back of the room. Once through the door, the ladies went up a short set of stairs to the left while the slaves went down a short set of stairs to the right. At the bottom of the steps we reached a door, opened it and entered. Once inside we found ourselves standing inside a twenty-foot diameter round room with a balcony above us where all of the women now stood. It felt a little like being in the Coliseum and we were gladiators waiting for our next challenge while the hierarchy looked down to us for entertainment.

Along the edge of the room were four old wooden benches where we each found a seat after one of the women from above instructed us to do so. They were rough and cold, but none of us were complaining after the contraptions we were just "resting" in.

A few short minutes passed before the woman who had whispered in Helen's ear stepped through the door with one of the guilty women following close behind. She had a slave collar around her neck and she was being led by a short leash attached to it. They had dressed in her in what appeared to be a black garbage bag with holes cut out for her head arms and legs. Her demeanor was solemn, but her face was practically expressionless. She was placed in the center of the room and then her leader retreated back out the exit before the door slammed shut.

"Do you know why you are here?" Helen's voice echoed, as she stood above us all and called down to the accused.

"Yes, Mistress Helen," the woman answered in submission, with her eyes still down and her round face still holding its somber pose. From my seat I could see tears welling up in her light green eyes as she spoke.

"And are you ready to face your punishment?" Helen responded curtly.

"Yes, Mistress Helen," she answered again, and her body began to tremble a bit.

"Very well," Helen responded, "bring in the other one."

Immediately the door opened once again. In walked the woman from earlier with the other woman in tow dressed exactly like her counterpart. As I looked at her I realize the two women could easily be sisters. In fact they might even be twins. Their round cheeks, light green eyes, and thin lips seem to mirror each other. Their stature seemed to be exactly the same as well. The only attribute that seems to set them apart is the first wore her brunette hair short while the second kept her blonde hair long. 

Their leader left the room once again except this time she returned with a chair before disappearing completely from sight. She took the chair and placed it behind the first woman and very deliberately pulled back on her shoulder forcing her into a seated position. Then, once again, she left the room as the door slammed behind her.

"Do you know why you are here?" Helen charged once again.

"Yes, Mistress Helen," the standing woman answered. Her answer seemed a little more forced and defiant than that of her friend, but at the same time a certain amount of fear seemed to resonate as though she were afraid to push her limits.

"Are you ready to face your punishment?" Helen followed as before.

"Yes, Mistress Helen," came her response, as her body language confirmed my earlier supposition.

"Very well," Helen followed. "Let it begin."

Once again the door opened behind them and the woman I presume to be Helen's right hand stepped through the door again with another chair in hand. Behind her followed one of the other Divas from Helen's crew with a small brown duffle bag in hand. As the second woman was pushed down into the chair the bag was opened to reveal two haircutting shears and two electric razors. 

Before I knew it the Divas were going to town on the convicts clipping large clumps of hair off right and left. They were merciless as they jerked their heads to and fro with no regard for their comfort. It was also obvious the women performing the duties were verbally assaulting them while they worked, but I could not hear what they were saying. The first of the two detainees now had tears visibly trickling down her cheeks while the second refused to show any emotion whatsoever. 

After a few minutes of clipping the Divas switched to their electric razors and in no time at all had shaved their heads completely. I cannot imagine having my head shaved. I can only imagine the effect this would have on a woman. Judging from the gasps of the women above I was not the only one with this thought.

Finally when the Divas finished their work they looked up to Helen for an approving nod. Then they stood the women up and carried their chairs out of the room. When they returned they handed each of the women a broom and a garbage bag and forced them to sweep up their own hair. I took this opportunity to survey those above me and observed their responses. While some sat in stunned silence others sat near the edge of their seats chatting amongst themselves about what would come next.

Suddenly the door opened again. In marched the two women from before and snatched the brooms and bags from the convicted. After they threw them out the door, they walked up to the women and ripped their make-shift clothes from their bodies rendering them completely naked except for the collars around their necks. Then they motioned above their heads for something to be brought down from above.

We watched as two ropes were lowered from the ceiling approximately seven feet apart. The divas led the two women over to where the ropes hung and tied their individual wrists tightly together before the ropes were raised back over their heads pulling both of the women up onto their toes as their bodies were stretched between the strain of the ropes and gravity.

The two Divas stepped out the door once again and returned with two stainless steel bowl filled with soapy hot water. Each woman took her place before their bound convicts and began to prepare their pussies to be shaved. Their blond and brunette hair had been the only distinguishing attribute, but that was to be no more. With straight razors and steady hands the women removed any traces of hair from the captives leaving them with clean shaven, but redder than normal twats. Their transformation was complete but the ceremony had just begun.

As the two Divas left the room I beheld a highly erotic sight before me. The two women bound before me were not only completely naked, but completely hairless. Though both women were just over five foot tall and a little chubby, I found their pale skin, soft thighs, round breasts, and protruding pink nipples highly intoxicating. From the look of the men seated around me, I was not the only one aroused by the sight.

Before we had time to contemplate what would happen next, a new figure entered the arena. A tall, muscular woman dressed from her neck to her knees in form-fitting black latex entered the room carrying a switch that appeared to be freshly cut from the wooded area out back. With her four-inch heels she was easily over six foot tall, and the mask she wore sufficiently concealed her identity from even those who thought they knew her well.

Confidently and defiantly the woman marched around her captors as she teasingly slid the switch up and down her leather-clad hand. You could see the fear in their eyes as the gravity of the situation fell on them. Every second she waited she added to their painful anticipation by slapping the reed against the palm of her hand. Finally she stepped behind them to deliver their discipline.

The whistling of the switch as it cut through the air gave warning of the ensuing strike.

THWACK!

The first of the two women cried out as the first swat railed her round bottom.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

Four more strikes landed squarely on her ass and her screams continued. 

THWACK!

She alternated over to the second woman and was greeted with an equally spine-tingling shriek.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

Tears began to pour down the face of the previously defiant sister as she began to beg for mercy.

Seemingly annoyed by the futile apologies of the women, the dominatrix stepped over to a pouch she had apparently dropped near the door when she arrived and pulled out two rubber ball gags. Then she returned to her prisoners and fastened the gags firmly in their mouths to stifle their cries. After that she went right back to work. 

As if she were some sort of mindless machine, the dominatrix proceeded to riddle the women's bodies with markings from the tops of their thighs to the small of their backs. As hard as it was to watch, closing my eyes made it no easier. Listening to the beating almost seemed worse as every purposeful whack was followed by a muffled groan and gasp.

Finally, after what seemed like several hours but was probably no more than one, the dominatrix stopped, stepped in front of the two women, twisted their left nipples, removed their gags, untied their hands, and walked out of the room. The two convicts lay face down on the cold concrete floor revealing the redness of their backsides to us all. The masterful hand of their punisher had left the word cheater emblazoned in red on their backsides amidst the other countless marks. 

Before the door had time to close the two Divas from earlier stepped back into the room each carrying a five gallon bucket full of ice water. As they approached the two women on the floor they pulled bottled water from the buckets and handed it to them as they helped them to their feet. Gratefully the women took the bottles as they struggled to calm their heavy breathing and drink the water. Without warning the two Divas picked up their buckets and dumped the remaining water and ice on the women. Then they allowed them a few more seconds to shake off the shock and pain and get a couple more gulps of water. Finally they ripped the half-finished bottles from their hands and left the room one more time. 




Sweet November Ch. 15



Thursday, November 21st 

I woke up this morning somewhat refreshed from a good night's sleep, but as I began to pull myself out of bed the realization of how sore my muscles truly were began to hit me. My back was stiff and my shoulders and calves ached as I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and stood to head towards the bathroom. I stretched my arms and fingers as I walked gingerly across the warm carpet and I felt a few pops as my joints reacted in time. As I expected, there was a crème-colored envelope waiting for me when I approached the door.

Slave,

  Relax. Today all you have to do is show up. Get dressed and be downstairs by 10:00 a.m.

Moments later when I left the bathroom, I discovered that I had slept better than I had realized. Instead of it being just after eight in the morning like I presumed, it was twenty 'til ten. I was so glad I had taken a shower the night before.

I headed back into the bathroom to brush my teeth, shave, and do my hair as quickly as possible. Then I rushed back into my room to find a comfortable pair of jeans, a dark gray long-sleeve t-shirt, some athletic socks, and tennis shoes. Needless to say, it looked like relaxing would not be a problem.

Once I was comfortable with my appearance I headed out the door and down to the lobby to meet my ride. As per usual the same black Town Car sat waiting for me just outside the door. The only difference was this time when I got in my Asian Princess was not alone.

A woman in her late thirties was waiting for me in the back seat. While she was relatively good looking and I would not have minded serving her at all, I immediately got the feeling she was just there as a formality. Her business suit and ultra-serious demeanor struck me from the second I got in the car, but she chose not to speak until we were a good ten to fifteen blocks from the hotel. The second she did so, all my suspicions were confirmed.

"I represent someone who is a bit of a celebrity," she started. "I am here to ensure that the utmost care is taken in preserving her reputation. As I am sure you will understand, if the details of your encounter were to leak out to the public it could be devastating to her career. Does this make sense to you?"

"Yes," I replied, not quite sure of what was going on, or who she spoke of, but knowing that if she was involved in even a fraction of the stuff I had been apart of in the last couple weeks most people would not be able to handle it.

"Good," she followed. "As a precaution it is only fair that we inform you that if you did try to go to someone, you would be shut down as fast as you got started. We have put some people in place to vouch for her whereabouts during this time so that in case anything did leak out we would be able to deny it unequivocally and slap a defamation of character lawsuit on them so fast their head would spin."

"Okay," I responded, not knowing what else to say and becoming more and more curious about this person with every passing second. 

"One last thing," she said. "You will not be meeting her today."

I shot her a confused look and waited for the other shoe to fall.

"She realized that you would have been put through a lot by this time, so she purchased you for two days." She paused briefly and smiled as we pulled into our destination. "So today will be used to get you back to better than new so that tomorrow you do not disappoint."

As she finished she smiled a teasing smile, winked and then reached for the door handle. As quickly as she got out of the back of the Town Car she transitioned to the back of a brand new Mercedes. There appeared to be a woman waiting for her in the back as the car drove away, but the dark tint on the windows forbade me from seeing anything more than the shadow of a woman.

I crawled out of my side of the car and found myself standing at the base of some steps that led up to a quaint little cottage on the edge of a beautiful private lake. Judging by the driveway and some of the landscaping I got the impression this was not merely a home, but more of a retreat or perhaps a bed and breakfast. Upon reaching the top of the steps and opening the door I discovered that it was actually an exclusive spa.

"Good morning!" came the greeting from a lovely raven-haired young lady who met me at the door. "We have been expecting you."

Then she reached under the counter and pulled out a white terrycloth robe and matching boxer shorts. "Please go put these on," she insisted pleasantly, as her bright blue eyes looked through me. "We will be ready in just a few moments."

I stepped into the small bathroom and quickly changed into the aforementioned attire. To my surprise it was even more comfortable than I imagined. Then I placed my clothes in a wicker basket with my name written on it and returned to the area where I had met the young woman.

"Follow me," she said, leading me through the cottage and out onto the deck facing the crystal clear lake. "Have a seat here. I will be right back."

The deck was heated and partially covered to be used as an all-season room, but with the windows slightly open the cool crisp air of November funneled in. There was even a slight hint of burning leaves caressing my nostrils as I reclined in the soft chair she had directed me to.

"Here you go. Drink this," she offered, as she held out a tall glass for me containing unrecognizable contents.

"What is it?" I could not help but ask, eyeing the green creamy liquid.

"It will help you relax and clean out your system," she responded, still holding it out for me to take.

I slowly took it from her and held it under my nose. Its pungent smell startled me a bit and I pulled my head back immediately.

"Its bark is worse than its bite," she promised, snickering a bit at my response.

I took a quick sip. The initial taste was a little strong, but the aftertaste was actually quite pleasant, almost tropical. I decided to go for it and gulped the whole thing down quickly. The flavors of kiwi and tangerine trickled over my taste buds as I swallowed the chalky concoction and felt its coolness fill my stomach.

"Go ahead and relax here for a few minutes while we let that sink in. I am going to get your sauna ready," she informed me, as she took the glass back from me. "By the way, you can call me Erica if you need anything."

I lounged comfortably in the chair while I looked out over the lake. It was calm and peaceful unlike anything I had experienced in quite some time. Suddenly I felt a cold shiver run over my body immediately followed by a warming sensation. It was as if Icy-Hot was running through my veins. I could only think the drink must be responsible and figured it best to let it run its course.

"I see the drink is working," I heard Erica say, as she walked up behind me.

"How's that?" I responded inquisitively. 

"Take a look," she answered, pointing to the exposed part of my arms and legs.

I had begun to sweat and my skin was turning red. Amidst the other sensations I was feeling I had not even noticed.

"Don't worry. It's a normal, safe reaction," she assured me, obviously noticing my concern. "Now let's get you into that sauna to help this along."

Erica led me to me to the sauna in the corner of the establishment. Then she held out her hand suggesting that I give her my robe and shorts. Quickly I obliged and then stepped into the steam-filled room. After only a few minutes I began to get a little light-headed and decided to lie down on the wooden bench. Shortly thereafter I must have drifted off.

....

I have no idea how long I was out, but the next thing I remember was Erica and another woman standing over me trying to wake me up. By now the steam was all gone, but my head still felt foggy. In addition, my muscles felt like Jell-O as they worked to help me to my feet. After a couple attempts they got me up and walked me down the hall to the bathroom.

Standing me up in front of the toilet Erica told me to go ahead and pee. I did not realize how badly I needed to go, but as soon as I let myself, a steady stream released. As the women held me up Erica took my penis in her hand and held it steady so as to not allow it to spray everywhere. As much as I was embarrassed by this I was powerless to do anything.

After several minutes of urinating, the women practically carried me into another room where they set me in a barber's chair. While Erica made sure I was comfortable in the cold vinyl chair, her assistant went to the sink and began to work with some lotions and other various chemicals.

"I'm Meredith," the redheaded woman said, as she walked towards me with a quart-size plastic bag in her hands. The bag was filled with a milky white substance and she was kneading it in her fingers apparently to mix up the ingredients. "I am here to help you get back in the shape you need to be for tomorrow. Mistress J. wants you to be in top physical condition when she takes possession of you and Erica and I are going to make sure that happens."

I nodded my understanding and felt Erica take my arm. Looking down I watched helplessly as she wrapped a tourniquet around it and prepared to hook me up to an IV. What was in the bag I did not know, but they assured me it was for my benefit.

As Erica taped the needle in place and started the IV, Meredith finished kneading her bag as her brown eyes stared at my crotch. Then she stepped in front of me, pulled my legs apart and slid the opening over my soft cock and balls. I felt the lotions ooze over me and penetrate my skin. The feeling was wonderful and my cock began to grow. Meredith seemed happy by this development and grabbed the bag at the top and held it tight while pulling a rubber band up and around the base of my genitals to hold it in place. The liquid somehow continued to flow over and around my genitals while a tingling sensation kicked in.

"You may go back to sleep," Erica told me, as she pulled the chair into a reclining position. "We'll come back for you when it's time."

As relaxed as I was, I do not think she even left the room before I was asleep

.....

Once again I found myself being awakened by Erica and Meredith, only this time I felt much less out of it. Gauging my surroundings, I realized I was still in the chair but the bag around my genitals was gone and my white terry cloth shorts had been returned. In addition my IV had been removed and a mere Band-Aid sat in its place.

"Hungry?" Meredith asked, as they motioned for me to follow and handed me back my robe.

"A little, I guess," I responded. I was a little perplexed, realizing I was not nearly as hungry as I imagined I should have been.

"You probably won't get too hungry," Erica responded, sensing my confusion. "The stuff we gave you should take care of that, but we thought we would offer you some pie none-the-less."

"Pie?" I questioned.

"Meredith makes an incredible rhubarb pie, and it is completely organic," Erica added, handing me a piece, "so it won't hurt the progress we are making here today."

I sat down at the table with the ladies and took a quick bite. Having never had rhubarb I was pleasantly surprised and slowly worked my way through my piece while trying to engage the women in conversation in order to find out who my mistress would be tomorrow. I soon discovered that either they did not know anything more than the first initial or were forbidden to say. Either way, I got nothing.

"Time to get back at it," Erica stated, as she stood up from the table. "We don't want to disappoint our mystery lady," she added with a wink, just to prod me even more.

Meredith and I stood and she led me to a room containing a simple massage table. Once again I was asked to strip and then told to lay face-down on the table. Over the next hour-and-a-half I received the greatest deep tissue massage I have ever been given in my entire life. The muscles in my body had never felt so energized and even my flexibility seemed to have increased.

At one point during the massage, while I was lying on my back, Meredith held my semi-erect cock in her hand and whispered to me, "I could have a lot of fun with this."

"What is stopping you?" I asked with my arms pulled back over my head.

She gave it a few quick strokes and it began to grow. "I can't," she said, stopping abruptly. "They'll kick me out if they find out...and they always find out."

I needed no further explanation, but I was definitely disappointed.

Once the massage was over she handed my shorts back to me and showed me back to the room where the barber's chair sat. While Meredith prepared to give me a pedicure, Erica walked in to give me a manicure. I could not help but think how strange this month had been. While most of it had been spent as someone's toy, much of it had been spent with me being taken care of like never before. What a strange November.

As the women trimmed and shaped my nails, I once again engaged them in conversation. This time I avoided the topic of the mystery woman and instead tried to learn more about their apparent secret society. This was met with even more obstacles than the previous topic and I soon found myself sitting in silence while they finished up. 

The moment they finished the two women took me to take a shower. As I stripped off my shorts, they stripped down as well. The scrubs they were wearing all day had concealed their figures and I understood why. If their clients had any clue what was hidden beneath them they would be getting hit on all day long by men and women alike. While this might be good for some business, I got the impression they typically took this quite seriously.

Erica's beautiful black hair and piercing blue eyes were just the tip of the iceberg. She had an athletic build with nice strong arms and shapely legs and the ass of a gymnast. Her tits were small and perky and her sweet pink nipples stood out like pencil erasers, but the thing that grabbed my attention and would not let go was her perfectly trimmed, triangle-shaped, jet black pubic hair pointing down to her tight little pussy.

Meredith was just as astonishing; with short red hair and big brown eyes, you could easily get lost in her face alone. Then, when you were not looking, her lightly-freckled skin crept up on you and revealed her full round breast with large pink nipples that cried out to be sucked. Her ass was rounder than Erica's and fit her body well, but once again I found myself captivated by the sight of her curly reds drawing my attention to her luscious mound.

While Erica turned on the shower, Meredith pushed me in. They both followed close behind as the hot water ran over our bodies. I leaned down to press my lips to Meredith's, but she held me back. The ladies grabbed two bottles of body wash and poured them in their hands. Meredith took the blue wash she had and lathered it quickly in her hands and then began to wash my body from top to bottom. The body wash was grittier than I was used to and felt more like something I would expect at a mechanic's shop. 

As Erica lathered her hands with the green wash she held, Meredith positioned me under the nozzle to rinse me off. She paid a little too much attention to my swollen member and Erica reminded her of the consequences.

Finally Erica covered my body with the body wash foam that had enveloped her hands. As harsh as the previous wash felt, this one was refreshing. The cool mint sensation it gave me was like an ice-blue cough drop all over my body. It was heavenly. 

Next the ladies retreated from the shower and told me to wash and condition my hair. I stood there in stunned silence as the two sexy women exited, leaving me alone with my throbbing erection. Meredith looked longingly at me as she disappeared from sight, while Erica winked devilishly as she, too, disappeared.

I took the shampoo from the shelf and quickly washed and rinsed my hair. Just as quickly I applied and rinsed the conditioner and fled the shower in hopes of catching the women still dressing and enticing them into a quick tryst. I was unsuccessful.

Upon exiting the shower I found the wicker I basket I had left my clothes in earlier that day. On it sat a note:

Slave, 

  Have fun tomorrow and no matter how HARD, avoid the temptation to rub one out before then. 

I had to snicker a little, but honestly, found it more frustrating than funny. Grudgingly, I dried off, pulled my clothes from the basket, dressed and left the bathroom. 

"Good bye!" I called out, as I reached for the handle on the front door.

No response came and I pulled open the door hoping to draw out a reply.

Still no response came. I stepped out the door, pulled it closed behind me and trod down the steps to the waiting Town Car. As I opened the door to the car, I looked back one last time to where no one stood waving. I crawled in realizing this was all part of my crazy month. They had rules to play by and so did I. Obviously they were better at this game than I was.

As the car pulled out of the driveway my Asian Princess threw an envelope in the back seat. Immediately I ripped it open to find this note:

Slave,

  Tomorrow will be a big day for both of us...one I hope neither of us will soon forget. Although you do not yet know who I am, it is of great importance to me that you understand how delicate this situation is. If you are able to keep this secret it will be a moment we will both be able to cherish for a long time. Please respect this request for privacy and I can promise you will not regret it. 

Appreciatively,

     J 

P.S. In order to ensure we have the best possible time tomorrow it is imperative that you not climax until then. 

After reading the note over several times, I folded it up and placed it in my pocket. My mind once again filled with possibilities. With every idea that filled my mind, there followed a reason it could not be. As I reached my hotel, I was crippled by the thought that this organization was much greater than I could wrap my head around and the possibilities were truly endless.

Upon exiting the car my chauffeur bid me good day, but I do not know if or how I responded. I do not remember hitting the button on the elevator, or opening the door to my room, but somehow I ended up in my hot tub trying to clear my mind enough to put together coherent thought and finally found a way to distract myself enough to relax again as Sportscenter came on the television and gave me something else to entertain my thoughts. Shortly after it ended I crawled into bed and fell asleep.



Sweet November Ch. 16



Friday, November 22nd

'Only two days left before I get to go home,' I thought to myself as I woke up. 

Although the more I thought about it, the more I realized that was not necessarily a good thing. After all, here at the hotel I got to sleep in a comfortable bed, get room service and watch a little TV now and then.

When I get back home I am sure I will be stuck sleeping on the floor for another week and cleaning up the house. The upside is that I would get to be back with my wife. As exhausted as I had been lately I had not thought much about how I missed her, but I really did miss her. 

I crawled out of the bed and stretched as I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. As I began to move I realized how refreshed and alive I felt. Whatever those ladies had done yesterday, it worked. My muscles were not sore anymore and I felt ready to take on the world. I do not think I have felt this good since my college days.

As I continued to walk towards the bathroom, I spotted the crème-colored envelope slid under my door that I had grown so accustomed to seeing. As usual, I picked it up and took it with me to read.

Slave,

Enjoy your morning. You will be picked up in your room at 1:30 sharp.

Be sure to eat before that and wear whatever you like. You will be changing when you get there.

As I finished up and turned on the shower, I realized I had quite a bit of time on my hands and had no idea what to do with it. Unfortunately I did not have too many options considering I did not have a car to get me anywhere. For now I decided to just get ready and see where the morning took me.

As I lathered up I could not help but notice how much softer my skin felt than normal. Being a white-collar guy I always tried to take pretty decent care of myself in order to look and feel my best. I felt like it gave my confidence a little extra boost. However, this was a whole new level. Even my hair felt softer and I did not remember them even touching it.

I had to guess the IV, the lotions, the body wash, and the drink all played a part in the equation, but I never figured the difference would be this noticeable. In fact even my cock seemed a little softer and smoother as I washed it. The bad part here was that I paid a little too much attention on it and soon found myself sporting some solid wood.

I grabbed my shaft in my hand and began to slide my fist up and down as I worked myself into a frenzy. As my excitement grew, I was haunted by the thought that I had been told not to climax until later. I slowed down the pace and began to roll my enlarged balls in my hand as I considered the consequences. I wanted to come so badly, but with everything that I had witnessed these past few days, I knew it would come back to haunt me...somehow they would know...somehow I would pay.

I pulled my hand from my throbbing member and placed it on the shower knob. I turned it to cold as fast as I could before I had a chance to change my mind. The rapid change in temperature took my breath away, as well as deflated my erection. Finally, I stepped out of the shower shivering as I reached out for my towel.

"That was close," I heard a vaguely familiar voice say, and I stumbled coming out of the shower from the surprise.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, as I took the towel from her hand. I recognized her as the woman in the car yesterday.

"Just checkin' out the goods," she responded, as she looked me up and down with a wicked grin on her lips. "And I must say, 'I like what I see'."

Then she stepped forward confidently and grabbed my balls in her hands. I gasped a little as she squeezed. "It is very important to her that these remain full. Do you understand?" she asked, locking eyes with me.

I hesitated briefly as she held her stare and then gave a subtle pull. "Yes, I understand," I gulped.

"Good, we'll see you in a little while," she responded curtly, then released my balls and stepped quickly from the room. Her heels clicked with every step and then she was gone.

I leaned over the sink with my palms pressed down on the counter as I caught my breath. Once again, my mind raced with possibilities of who the mystery woman could be. I could not get my mind off of it as I finished getting ready and got dressed. 

Finally, I decided to leave the room and head down to the business center to do a little web surfing as well as check up on my e-mail. After replying to a few e-mails and surfing for quite some time to get my mind clear, I looked up at the clock and discovered it was almost noon.

Not wanting to press my luck, I shut it down and headed out the door to the restaurant's lounge. As much as I wanted to go someplace different, I had no money and this could be charged to the room. 

I sat at the bar and watched the TV while I waited for my sandwich to arrive. This served to keep my mind occupied through my meal until it was nearly one and I decided to head back to my room. I knew I would only have to wait a while and this would give me one last chance to use the restroom before I headed out.

After sitting on the bed for several minutes flipping through channels on the television, I heard a knock on the door. As I rose to answer it, I looked down at the alarm clock near my bed and saw it read 1:30 on the dot.

With every step I took, my stomach began to churn. Butterflies had apparently decided to take up residence there and I could only hope that I did not look as anxious as I felt. Taking a deep breath I reached for and opened the door.

"You ready to go?" the woman from earlier asked, as I pulled open the door.

"Of course," I responded confidently, hoping she could not see through my bravado.

"Great, let's go," she responded, and started towards the elevator. Even though she was much smaller and older than I, I had to step fast to keep up.

Once inside the elevator she pulled a key from her pocket and slid it into the keyhole next to the numbers to indicate what floor. The doors quickly closed and I felt the elevator going up. I was unaware that this hotel had a penthouse suite, but I got the feeling that was where we were headed. I was wrong.

When we got to the top, we exited the elevator and headed out a steel door to a short flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was another steel door that led us outside to where a helicopter was waiting.

"Get in," the woman hollered, and motioned for me to go to the passenger side. Meanwhile she climbed into the driver's seat and fired it up.

I struggled with the door a bit as I tried to pull it shut and took almost as long getting my seatbelt on as well. As I worked to get comfortable she must have sensed my confusion with the whole situation.

Over the noise of the helicopter she began to tell me, "Mistress J. values her privacy a lot, so when she hires people like me to be her assistant it is always a big plus if we have other capabilities so that she can employ as few people as possible." As we lifted off she finished, "I am her agent, adviser, accountant, and pilot. About the only things I don't do is prepare her meals and direct her movies."

I was mesmerized by the view as we flew across town to a sky-rise where the mystery woman was waiting. After landing softly on the roof we exited the helicopter and headed for a door on the corner of the roof. Once inside, the assistant pulled a key card from her pocket to let us through to the living quarters. I had heard rumors about people staying in this hotel's penthouse suite, but I had never known anyone who had or even seen pictures.

It was incredible. Much of the suite was covered in beautiful hardwood floors, while the rest had carpet that felt like silk. The chandeliers and Victorian-themed furniture continued the upper-class feel of the room as did the grand piano and countless other amenities. I was a bit blown away by it all.

"You will need to change in there," my guide said, pointing to a room off to the side of the great room. "She will be ready for you in just a few minutes."

Nervously, I headed towards the room and went inside. The room was about 12'x 12' but it was completely empty except for one lone chair that appeared to have been borrowed from the dining room. On it sat a mid-sized cardboard box.

I opened the box to find four white leather cuffs, a white leather collar and a white leather jock strap. I found this a bit unusual but figured everyone has their vices. After I stripped out of my clothes and put the newly appointed ones on, and I placed mine in the box and put the box on the chair. Just as I set it down I heard the door open behind me.

"Don't turn around," I heard a familiar voice say. "I am not ready for you to see me yet."

I stopped myself just in time and held my position. 'Where do I know that voice from?' I thought to myself.

She stepped up behind me and pulled a padded white blindfold over my eyes. Once she had it secured and felt confident I could not see her she began to walk around me grazing my body with her fingertips. As she came to stand in front of me she pushed the chair away from me to give herself some more room while she continued her inspection. Periodically I would hear her mumble something under her breath as she traced my abs with her fingertips or ran her nails across my exposed ass. 

Suddenly she stopped in front of me once again and ran her fingers over my chest as she addressed me. "Do you know who I am?" she asked.

I shrugged as she moved the back of her fingers to graze my hardened nipples.

"I can't hear you," she responded, and then pinched both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers causing me to rise up on my toes.

"I'm not sure, Mistress." I blurted in response.

"You don't recognize my voice?" she asked, as she went back to caressing my chest and then moved on to my arm as she stepped behind me once again.

"Sort of," I answered, as she traced my shoulders before running her nails softly down my back. I was racking my brain trying to figure it out. I knew I recognized it from a movie or two my wife had coerced me into watching, but I could not figure it out. 

"Lucky for you I am not going to keep it a mystery much longer," she said. "I just want to quickly go over a few ground rules." As she finished the sentence she squeezed my ass firmly and then strutted around me and took a seat in the chair after knocking the box holding my clothes to the floor.

"First off, in a couple minutes I am going to remove your mask; when that happens, the fun will have officially started. There will be no more pleasantries. There will be no more chitchat." As she spoke the sultriness in her voice began to fade as she became more commanding. I was starting to put the pieces together. I knew she was in a few of the 'chick flicks' my wife watched, but she was in that action movie I just saw as well. It wasn't a big part, but I remembered her.

"Once I remove the blindfold I will be completely in control," she continued. "I will be your queen and you will worship me."

'It couldn't be,' I thought to myself. 'If this is who I think it is I will have no trouble worshipping her. I've had fantasies about this.'

"Secondly," she went on, having no realization of my epiphany, "if I deem it necessary, you will endure whatever punishment I desire with or without explanation."

She stood to her feet and took her place in front of me as if she were preparing to remove my blindfold. "Finally, it is your responsibility to keep me happy and part of that responsibility lies in giving me pleasure if I deem you worthy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Julia," I replied.

With a gasp she reached up and pulled off my mask. "When did you figure it out?" she demanded.

"When you sat down and relaxed, Mistress," I answered. "Before that, your seductive whispering threw me off."

She paused for a quick moment and then picked right back up where she left off. "No more chitchat," she reminded me. "Now kiss my feet."

Obediently I got down on my knees and began to kiss her red, pointy-toed boots. I kissed them tenderly from the toe back to the four-inch heel and then up the sides to the spot where they stopped, right where her calf met the crook of her knee. After that I went back down and continued covering her boots waiting for her next order.

The whole time I was planting the kisses I was trying to convince myself that this was real. There was something I found incredibly intoxicating about this woman, but I had never been able to put my finger on it. I don't know if it was simply the strong, yet vulnerable, women she always seemed to play in the movies or the unique look she had about her. I loved her oval-shaped chocolate-brown eyes with her mid-length blonde hair. I adored her not-quite-perfect smile with the slight overbite and faultless lips. Her body is great as well. Although she is not gifted up top, her breasts fit her frame nicely and her ass and legs more than made up for it. Needless to say I could not think of too many people I would rather be worshipping more.

"That's enough," she shouted kicking me away. I got the impression she might have said it more than once, but I must have been lost in the moment.

"Follow me," she ordered.

I got up off the floor and followed closely behind her.

"No, slave, on your knees," she barked when she saw me. "You should be crawling."

Immediately I fell to my knees and crawled after her. I was enjoying the view as I followed. She was wearing a shiny red thong that matched her corset exactly. They both tied on the sides with black ribbon that I hoped I would get the chance to untie with my teeth. I had noticed earlier what a phenomenal job the corset did of drawing attention to her fine ass while at the same time pushing her breasts up into a delicious position. My mouth was already beginning to water as I watched her tush sway, while I tried to keep up with her.

As we headed further into the great room the carpet stopped and turned into hard wood. A few feet into it the crawling began to hurt my knees and I raised myself up on my toes and palms and continued to keep up as her heels clicked quickly across the floor. Apparently this was not the reaction she wanted and she stopped dead in her track when she realized what I was doing.

"Don't make me punish you already," she remarked, and then stepped back to where I'd stopped and placed her right boot firmly on the small of my back and pushed me back down to a prostrate position.

"I'm sorry," I managed to squeak out, as the pointed toe of her boot dug into my back and I fell over onto my side. 

"Just don't let it happen again," she snapped, and then marched forward again.

I picked myself off the floor and crawled quickly to catch up in spite of the harsh texture of the floor against my knees. My ability to catch up to her fast pace had apparently pleased her, based on the devilish smile on her lips and light in her eyes. She continued to lead me until we found ourselves positioned in the center of an entirely different room.

"Stand up, slave!" Julia barked, as she motioned to me. "Now it is time for me to inspect the entire package."

As I rose to my feet, she kicked roughly at my ankles so that I stood with my feet about shoulder-width apart. Then she grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head until my fingers were folded behind my head. "Now, don't move!" she commanded. "Not a muscle," she added, to make her point.

My new position had the interesting effect of flexing nearly all of my muscles at least a little bit, giving her the best view of my body. She seemed very pleased with these results.

After surveying my toned body for a few moments she stepped up and grabbed the waistband of my jock strap and pulled it down to my feet. She tugged a bit at it trying to free it from my ankles. I picked up my foot to allow her to pull it free and then she snickered. She had tricked me into disobeying and I fell right into her trap.

"You know I have to punish you now," she laughed mockingly.

"Yes, mistress," I responded, remembering how she had told me not to move, and in a few short seconds she had enticed me into disobeying that order. 

"We'll get to that later; for now let's see what you've got for me," she said teasingly, as she tossed my jock aside and turned her attention to my semi-erect cock.

Standing before me she placed the palm of her hand under my smooth, large, hairless balls and just let them rest in her hand. "They're so full," she commented, as she lifted them a bit and let them fall back into her open hand again. "I like that."

Then she gave them a firm squeeze as she tugged them down and towards her. A gulp escaped my lips and her head snapped up so that her eyes met with mine.

"What was that?" she demanded.

"Nothing, Mistress Julia," I responded.

"Don't move and don't make a sound," she ordered, and turned her attention back to my package again.

"They are so soft and smooth," she relished, as she began to caress them with her fingertips. "Whatever it is those girls do at that spa to make them this way you must be sure to thank them for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, reveling in the delight of her touch and hoping her direct questioning warranted a response.

After a few more moments of exquisitely teasing my boys, she turned her attention to my now fully-erect cock. 

"Wow, this is very nice to the touch," Julia commented, with a sense of surprise in her tone. "I bet you had a really hard time not playing with this, this morning. Didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Julia," I answered, as shivers ran up my spine and I fought the urge to shudder.

Using only two fingers she traced the veins on my member slowly and methodically. The sensation was electrifying as I struggled to stand still while she expertly teased my cock alone. After several minutes of tracing she turned her attention to the underside of my shaft and massaged slowly up and down. By now I was clenching my teeth doing everything I could not to move. 

Suddenly she stopped. 

"Don't move!" she reminded me once again, and disappeared from sight.

Time seemed to slow, agonizingly, as I awaited her return. I was so turned on I could feel my body fighting the urge to thrust against the nothingness before me in an effort to gain release.

Finally I heard the familiar sound of her boots clicking across the floor behind me. I soon realized she had brought a chair into the room and set it directly behind me as she stood on the seat. Reaching towards the ceiling she pulled a chain through an O-ring in the ceiling. Before stepping down from the chair she removed my hands from behind my head and locked them to the chain. There was hardly any slack in the chain once she made an adjustment or two and I knew I was completely at her mercy. To add to the effect, she locked a heavy spreader bar to the cuffs on my ankles to keep them about shoulder-width apart. 

After she felt good about my restraint, she stepped up behind me and reached around to grab my cock in her hand. At the same time she pressed her now-bare chest into my back. The soft, cool touch of her body and the firm grip of her hand felt simply amazing. Slowly, she began to slide her hand up and down my throbbing member, taking me slowly yet methodically to the edge.

"You will not come until I tell you to," she whispered seductively in my ear, while maintaining her slow and steady pace on my excited member.

Over the next twenty minutes her pace never changed, but occasionally she would tickle the underside of my balls with her free hand or give my ass a firm squeeze. The effect this had was to bring me very slowly to the height of excitement and cause me to squirm and yearn for stronger contact until I could not take it any longer.

"Please, Mistress Julia," I begged, hoping she would give me the stimulation I so desperately required.




Sweet November Ch. 16



She just giggled in response and released my cock as if that were the cue she was waiting for. Then she reached up and pushed a ball gag into my mouth and strapped it behind my head and pulled the buckle tight. After that she strutted over to the wall directly in front of me and flipped one of the four light switches; a strange hum ensued.

Seeing her half-naked body for the first time was truly a delight and I hardly noticed the false wall before me being replaced by a giant floor-to-ceiling mirror. Even though her tits were no longer held in place by her corset, they hung deliciously in place with pink, pointed nipples on the ends. I hoped I would not have to wait too long to taste them.

Julia strutted back towards me and caressed her breasts teasingly as she approached. A small wet spot was visibly apparent on the front of her panties as she pulled at her right nipple. Finally she stopped right in front of me and fell to her knees. "Do not come until I tell you," she said sternly, as she looked up at me. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she began to lick my shaft from top to bottom.

I threw my head back, enjoying the warm, wet feel of her tongue on my cock. She had taken her teasing to a whole new level and I loved it. After tracing my member a few times and planting a few soft kisses on my hairless balls, she finally took the head in her mouth slowly worked her way up my shaft until she had taken most of it in. 

Now I was moaning audibly as I looked down at her while she bobbed up and down on my throbbing erection. Out of the corner of my eye I caught my reflection in the mirror I had basically forgotten about. I realized she was really into pushing me to my limits.

There before me, less than six feet a way, was a full-length mirror that gave me yet another angle to admire the pleasure I was receiving. Not only could I look down and watch as she serviced me, but this strategically-placed mirror allowed me to watch this beautiful half-naked woman service me as if I were watching it happen to another person. My senses were practically overloading as I felt my balls burning with desire and aching to cum. She showed no mercy and continued to pleasure me orally for several more minutes.

Finally, after I do not know how long, she pulled her lips from my cock with a 'pop' and I let out a sigh of relief. "I'm impressed," she remarked, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I didn't expect you to have this kind of staying power." As she rose to stand before me she continued, "But I am really glad you did because I am going to have so much fun making you come and punishing you after."

She paused just a few seconds for dramatic effect as she grabbed my full, aching balls and smirked knowingly. Then she turned towards the mirrored wall once again and stepped towards it. Looking back over her shoulder at me she flipped the second switch and the mirror slowly slid away as the wall had before. An evil grin took over her lips as she read the expression on my face. I could not believe what I was seeing.

Just a couple minutes ago I was looking at a reflection of myself bound naked, with my hands over my head, a spreader bar on my ankles and a ball gag in my mouth. Now I was stunned by the sight of a beautiful woman bound in much the same way I was. The only differences were the blindfold over her eyes and the chain clamped to her nipples. 

As Julia flipped another switch, the dimly-lit woman was illuminated. That was when it hit me. The woman was my wife. The shadows and the blindfold had hidden her identity from me before, but now I could see clearly that it was her.

I wanted to call out to her but quickly remembered the ball gag and realized anything I said would come out muffled and incoherent. Besides, I am sure it would only result in my further punishment.

"I have had so much fun with her these past couple days," Julia sneered, as she walked over to where Jess was bound and gave a quick tug on the chain clamped to Jess's nipples.

Jess tossed her head to one side and moaned a bit. She looked exhausted and practically unable to respond, but at the same time I found the whole thing strangely erotic.

Suddenly a large, naked black man stepped into view. "This is my bodyguard, Jerome," Julia introduced. "He's been having a lot of fun, too," she added.

The thought sent shivers down my spine as I looked him over. He looked like a football player. He must have been at least six-foot six, and a solid two-hundred sixty pounds. He not only had no hair, but no neck as well. In addition, his erect member verified every stereotype I had every heard about black men before. It was easily a foot long and as thick as any I had seen before. He was definitely intimidating.

Jerome smiled tauntingly at me as he walked over to where Jess hung and stepped up behind her. With his large hand on her waist she looked tiny and even more helpless than before. Jerome caressed her body with his hands and Jess seemed to come back to life. She began to wiggle and writhe as if trying to get away from the touch of his callused hands. Both Julia and Jerome laughed.

While he continued to rub his hand all over Jess's naked body, Julia disappeared from sight. A few short seconds later she returned with a couple of vibrators and asked which one she should let Jerome use on my "sweet little wife."

I was unable able to answer in any understandable fashion as she held the two up for me to choose from. The one in her right hand was silver and what I would consider average size for a vibrator. The one in her left hand was dark purple and over twice the size.

Julia continued to repeatedly ask me to answer the question, and even pretended to be frustrated with me that she could not understand me. Needless to say she never did understand me as I begged her to use the smaller one.

"Fine, I'll decide," she shrugged, and handed the large purple one to Jerome. As she turned back around I was shaking my head furiously to let her know that was not the one I picked.

"Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "I've got another one for you." And with that, she tossed the silver one aside and went to retrieve another purple monster.

Over the next several minutes I watched as Jerome teased my wife with the vibrator. At first she was pulling away from him, but after rubbing across her pussy lips while gently tugging the chain on her nipples she really began to warm up. Now she was spreading her legs for him inviting him to put it in. He obliged and she came hard and fast.

Before she had time to recover he was teasing her with it again. She loved it and it was now obvious that she wanted it.

Just then Julia walked back into the room. "I couldn't find the spare nor any lube," she announced, "so I guess I'm just going to have to improvise." With that she walked over and took the vibrator from Jerome and shoved it into my wife's exposed pussy once again, twisting it and thoroughly plundering her. Jess gasped in delight, but only for a short second as Julia pulled it out again. Now it was soaked with my wife's juices just as she planned.

As she held it out in front of her she took a whiff and closed her eyes in delight. Even from where I stood I could smell the familiar scent of my wife's arousal and longed to taste it.

After reveling in the situation for a moment Julia opened her eyes once again and stepped towards me. Taking her place behind me once again she held the now-lubricated vibrator teasingly at the entrance to my anus. With her left hand she reached around to caress my raging erection and full balls.

"Gracious," she remarked, "it seems as though you are about to explode."

I nodded in agreement, hoping she would grant me mercy and allow me to do so.

"You have done so well up to this point," she continued, as she ran her finger tip along the underside of my erection. "You aren't going to disappoint me now, are you?"

I slowly shook my head 'no' in response and frustration, then bit down hard into the ball gag. 

"Very good," Julia responded happily, and then began to slowly push the large vibrator into my ass. At the same time she took her hand and grasped my cock firmly as if she were using it for leverage. It felt sensational and I could hardly stand it. I needed to come so badly.

In the meantime Jerome had let Jess down from her bondage and she was now kneeling on the floor in front of him. With her hands unbound she held his firm buttocks in his hands as he fed his enormous tool to her. She was obviously struggling to take more than half of it in her mouth, but she seemed determined to take even more. It was as if she were starving for it.

Jerome was obviously enjoying himself as he ran his fingers through her hair and pushed his member further and further down her throat. That was when I noticed Jess had earplugs in. Not only could she not see what was going on around her, but she could not hear it either. It was quite likely she had no idea I was even there.

Suddenly my attention was pulled away from my epiphany as the vibrator in my ass reached the hilt and Julia turned it on. A shockwave seemed to shoot through my body and reach its summit at the tip of my cock. A glob of pre-come formed on the head and Julia never missed a beat.

"You are so close, aren't you?" she teased, and stepped back in front of me again. "Don't do it," she warned. "I guarantee you will be sorry." Then she took her thumb and rubbed the glob into the head of my penis as I fought the urge to come with everything I had in me. Before walking away she gave my cock a hard slap with the palm of her hand and watched devilishly as it bobbed and twitched.

I watched as Julia walked over to where Jess was voraciously servicing Jerome. With her hands on her hips Julia watched for a while in seeming satisfaction as Jess found a way to engulf nearly his entire cock.

A short while later, she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down and off. Then she lay down on the floor behind Jess with her legs open and knees bent. 

This is the first time I had gotten a glance at her well-trimmed pussy. The short brown hair was trimmed in the shape of a small triangle and her arousal was obvious by her glistening wet lips.

Once she was comfortable she motioned to Jerome that she was ready. He slowly pulled his member from my wife's lips as she groaned her disappointment. Then he turned her around and helped her find Julia's waiting pussy with her mouth. As soon as Jess realized what was going on she was all too happy to oblige and dove right in. In mere seconds she seemed to be providing Julia pleasure as her Mistress closed her eyes, bit her lip, and began to pull at her own nipples.

This was truly a sight to behold and took my arousal to yet another level. Unfortunately that was just the beginning. With Jess's succulent ass up in the air Jerome took his place behind her and positioned his throbbing member at her soaking pussy.

Realizing what was about to happen, Jess pulled her head up for a brief moment and groaned her approval. "Yes...please...fuck me," she gasped, and he slowly began to thrust into her. 

Julia reached up and pulled Jess's face back down into her pussy and then left one hand at the back of her head holding it there. Jess took her cue and quickly began to lap away at her clit once more. Julia rewarded her with moans of approval.

For an extended period of time I watched as Jess tirelessly worked to please her dominatrix, as Jerome continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her pussy. Several times during that period I watched as her body trembled in orgasm but she never relented her attack on Julia's clit. It was amazing and arousing to say the least.

Finally Julia appeared to have enough and slid out from under Jess. This must have been just what Jerome was waiting for. As he picked up the pace he grabbed Jess by the hair with one hand and held her waist with the other. Then he quickly went from thrusting his giant cock into her to pounding away mercilessly. 

"Yes...yes...yes..." she gasped, as he filled her up. Seconds later, he threw back his head as he shot his load into her. Simultaneously she cried out one last time, "Fuck yes!" then her body was overtaken by the most erotic orgasm I had ever witnessed, as she slumped down to lie flat on the floor and her body began to tremble in climax.

Both Julia and Jerome disappeared from sight for a short while, as I watched my naked wife recovering on the floor. She looked so sexy lying there with her breasts rising and falling while she caught her breath.

Even though I had been with several women at this point, it was now that I began to wonder what would become of our relationship. Before I figured this was just her way of bringing me into a part of her world I did not know about, but now I was beginning to wonder what was really encompassed by her world.

Before I had too much time to worry about any of that, Julia returned to stand beside me. "Sad, isn't it?" she remarked.

I looked back at her in bewilderment.

"How will she ever be satisfied with a cock like yours after experiencing a mammoth cock like that?" she asked 

The question hit me like a load of bricks and my dick responded by wilting almost immediately. I knew I was larger than average in that area, but I had nothing on that guy.

Julia laughed as she noticed the fruits of her labor and climbed the chair behind me once again. She released my hands from above me and fastened them behind my back. Then she pulled the ball gag from my mouth and climbed down from the chair and turned off the vibrator in my ass. As I exercised my jaw she unlocked the spreader bar around my ankles and then stood to give me my next orders.

"Get over there and clean her up," she commanded, as she motioned towards my resting wife lying on the floor.

"What?" I blurted.

"Don't make me say it again. I can't send her home like that. So get over there," she responded.

I slowly took a couple steps forward and looked back towards Julia once more in disbelief. That was apparently all it took to push her over the edge.

"Get down there," she ordered through gritted teeth. At the same time she grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me down to the floor. With my hands bound behind me I was barely able to stay up on my knees as she forced my face down into Jess's cum-soaked pussy. 

Reluctantly I began to lick her slit up and down, as the taste of Jerome's spunk and Jess's wetness filled my mouth. Although it obviously caught Jess by surprise she was more than willing to help me with my task by thrusting her hips up to meet my lips. 

Just then Julia started up the vibrator in my bottom again, causing my cock to spring back to life. In spite of my initial feelings of disgust, I quickly got past them and soon found myself licking up every available drop and working Jess towards yet another orgasm as the sensation in my ass brought me strange pleasure. Unfortunately, the moment Jess wrapped her legs around my head, Julia decided that was enough and ordered me up off of the floor and instructed Jerome to take her away.

Once I got to my, feet Julia released my hands, pulled out the vibrator, and pointed me in the direction of the bathroom off of the corner of the room we were in. "Go wash your face and rinse your mouth. And hurry up!" she barked.

Upon entering the bathroom, I quickly washed my hands and face. Then I gargled with the Listerine she had left there for me. After that I quickly returned to Julia with my eyes down and my hands folded in front of me in submission. 

"That isn't going to get you off the hook," she laughed. "You defied me and chose not to follow my command immediately. You know I have to punish you for that, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered humbly.

"Good, get down on your knees and follow me," she ordered.

I obeyed without hesitation and crawled quickly behind her out to the great room. She led me over to where a lone wooden chair sat and told me to stand, bent over at the waist with my palms on the seat. Again I obeyed without hesitation.

"I'll be right back," she announced, and walked away.

When she returned several minutes later she slapped the insides of my thighs with a leather strap and ordered me to spread them wider. I quickly obliged, but she slapped my thighs a few more times just for the fun of it.

"Now it's time for your spankings," she announced. "You will be receiving ten for your reluctance, and I expect you to count them out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Julia," I answered.

"Good, then let's begin," and without a moment's hesitation she landed the first blow across both cheeks.

"One," I counted, as the shock and sharp pain flowed through me.

"Two," I called, as the next one hit almost before I finished counting the first.

The next eight came in rapid succession as I was allowed no time to catch my breath in between, but somehow managed to count it out to her satisfaction.

"Nicely done," she genuinely complimented, as she motioned for me to stand upright again. "It seems you enjoyed that," she said, noticing my hard, twitching member.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded.

"Well, we will have to see about getting that little guy some relief here in a little bit," she teased, "but for right now I want to find out if you're as good a pussy licker as I've heard or not. For your sake, let's hope you're at least as good as your wife." 

After placing her strap on a nearby table, she made her way to a soft lounge chair and took a seat. As she spread her legs she motioned with one finger for me to come kneel between them and give her the satisfaction she craved.

I immediately forgot the welts on my ass and frankly do not remember walking over to that spot. I do, however, remember taking a deep breath before I kissed the inside of her thighs on the way up to her glorious mound. Slowly I worked my way towards my destination, savoring every glorious second along the way. Finally I opened her lips with my tongue and plunged between them to find her clit. Although smaller than most, I found it quickly and wrapped my lips around it. Julia moaned her approval and gripped the arms of the chair as she laid her head back. I hummed deep in my throat for a short few seconds, then pulled back to rest my tongue flat against her clit. Using the full length of my tongue, I teased her slowly to the edge several times. Then, with several short flicks I traced her button before I wrapped my lips around it one final time. 

I had taken her to the edge of orgasm several times but had not let her come. Now I was about to end her glorious frustration with one mind-blowing orgasm after another. I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to suck slowly, while my tongue danced along the tip. Immediately she thrust her pelvis up into me and pushed my face hard into her sopping mound with both her hands. I had no intention of letting go, but she insured this further as I continued my assault. For the next several minutes I struggled to breathe, but somehow found a way to stay focused. As she came down from her final orgasm, I planted one final kiss deep in her pussy before falling back to a seated position on the floor in front of her.

While I sat there catching my breath, my arms behind me in a reclining pose, I looked back in her direction and found myself mesmerized by her heaving breasts. Every inhale and exhale caused them to rise and fall in perfect unison, with beautiful pink caps standing at impeccable attention, longing to receive the same attention her succulent clit had just received. I could not resist their calling and soon found myself lunging towards her and wrapping my lips around one of her teasing nipples. At the same time I fondled and tweaked her other one between my thumb and forefinger. 




Sweet November Ch. 16



Mere minutes ago I was lost in the idea of giving my all to bringing my Mistress pleasure through her glorious pussy. Mere minutes ago I thought I would hardly take another breath that would be so heavenly, yet now I found myself caressing her magnificent tits as my tongue danced back and forth from nipple to nipple. Once again she paid homage to me by rewarding my ears with the magnificent sound of her moaning. I needed no further recognition than this, but my cock felt otherwise and seemed determined to get relief as my erection tried to bore its way into Julia's body.

After who knows how long, I felt an insatiable desire to return my attention to her dripping pussy once again. Her groans told me I had made the right decision as I slid down and locked onto her clit once more. This time I wasted no time with pleasantries and went straight towards the jackpot. At the same time, I reached up and rolled her nipples in my fingers and pinched them roughly. In practically no time at all, she was bucking in ecstasy, as her most powerful orgasm of the day took over her body. She surprised me when she knocked me to the ground as her climax hit its peak.

A few seconds after coming down from her high, she looked back at me with lust and determination and ordered me into the bathroom. Not knowing what to expect but sensing all was good, I quickly made my way into the room. To my surprise she slammed the door shut behind me and locked the door from the outside.

"I need a moment to recover," she gasped through the door, as she leaned lazily against it, "and then I will prepare for the grand finale. Just wait patiently and I'll be back for you in a little while."

I had no choice but to make myself comfortable and hope the lust in her eyes was a good thing. If it were not, I was sure the pent-up frustration of my erection would be enough to kill me. I found a soft spot on the floor and waited.

After what seemed like hours, but I am sure was much less, I finally heard the doorknob turning and the door opened only slightly. "Put this on," she insisted, and a soft black blindfold was thrown in through the small opening.

Finally, after the blindfold was in place, she opened the door completely and came in to lead me away. By now my erection was all but gone and she decided to use my member to guide me. With her hand wrapped tightly around the base of my cock and balls, she pulled me along quickly behind her. I walked gingerly, trying to keep up, but for obvious reasons this was difficult and her snickers indicated she was enjoying the scenario completely.

Soon we stopped and she positioned me in front of a large wooden board that felt like the size of an average dining room table for eight. With my blindfold still on, she pushed me back against the cool board and pulled a three-inch-wide leather strap tightly across my chest. She pulled it tighter, in fact, than I would have thought necessary. After that she pulled another one across my chest a little lower than the first. Then she fastened one more across my stomach. All of them were pulled as tight as possible, and made breathing slightly uncomfortable.

After pulling on the straps to ensure their tightness, she moved on to my hands. First she took my right hand and pulled it straight over from my shoulder and against the board. Then she took another three-inch-wide strap and fastened my hand tightly to the board. After that she took a much thinner strap and pulled it tight across the inside of the highest knuckle on each of my fingers forcing me to keep my hand wide open. Before moving to my left arm she checked the straps thoroughly. Finally she moved around the table and did the exact same thing on the other side. When she finished everything was pulled so tight that the only things I could move comfortably were my head and my legs. It would not take long for that to change.

Julia stepped back for a moment to admire her work but then quickly moved to secure my legs. She started by wrapping the first strap around the middle of my right thigh. That was quickly followed by another just below my knee and a final one around my ankle. Once again she ensured they were pulled tightly before moving on to my left leg. When she finished with my left leg I found myself with my feet just off the ground and legs spread wide. In addition I was completely immobilized except for my head. 

Finally Julia reached up and pulled off my blindfold, revealing herself to me. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw she had changed her outfit once more into something I would have never imagined in a setting such as this. 

Standing before me in all her splendor, Ms. Stiles was wearing a simple periwinkle blue babydoll nightie set, with dark brown lace accentuating the bust line as well as the flowing hem, which barely covered the matching panties below. She looked so sexy and yet so innocent at the same time. The silky, translucent fabric hugged her curves deliciously and the lace brought out her chocolate brown eyes. A flurry of confusion rushed over me as I hung in my bondage. This was not what I expected, but I am sure that was all part of the game.

"You have been very good today," she whispered seductively, stepping towards me. "So if you promise to hold your orgasm until I tell you to come, I promise you will have one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of your life."

I nodded my agreement, but in the back of my mind I feared she would take me to the edge, only to leave me there, unsatisfied, once again. I did not know how much more my balls could take.

Slowly she ran her index finger along the underside of my penis causing it to slowly rise. With her other hand she strummed softly at the softest part of my scrotum. In no time, I was fully erect and my balls were rising.

Julia stopped and reached for another leather strap from her pile. The strap she chose was only about an inch wide and when she wrapped it around the base of my cock and balls, it forced them to protrude almost embarrassingly out in front of me.

Once the strap was in place she produced a bottle of baby lotion and slathered a generous amount on my genitals. After that she slowly and methodically massaged the lotion into my member, paying special attention to my ultra-sensitive head. If I could have squirmed it would have been a sight to behold. As it was, I was tossing my head back and forth as she continued the teasing.

After she had her fun, she took my shaft in her right hand and gripped it at the base. Slowly she slid her hand up towards the head and off the end. Then she replaced her right hand with her left and did the same. Ever-so-slightly she picked up the pace switching from one hand to the next bringing sheer delight to my throbbing cock. That was when I discovered the method to her madness in regards to the bondage. 

As my excitement built, my body was inclined to breathe heavier but the straps prevented it. I had to guess this was similar to the sensation people felt when they enjoyed being choked during sex. I am not sure this was something I wanted to experience regularly, but it was certainly exciting.

The other thing I discovered was that as my excitement builds, I am inclined to clench my hands shut. The straps along my fingertips kept that from happening almost to the point of frustration. These two things together managed to prolong the experience as well as heighten the intensity.

Despite these distractions I found myself on the edge of orgasm within a few short minutes. "Please, Mistress," I groaned, as she expertly continued my arousal.

Slowly she shook her head from side to side signaling that I must hold off coming. She never looked up, but I could tell she was enjoying the tormenting pleasure she was giving me.

Gathering all the concentration I could muster I took as deep a breath as I could and tried to pull my mind away long enough to hold off the orgasm I so desperately craved. I closed my eyes and tried to escape, but her charms would not allow me to get away. Finally she released my member just short of explosion and stepped back to admire her handiwork. 

My engorged cock and balls quivered in anticipation and I took short, quick breaths in an effort to regain my composure. She laughed at my agony and then reached out her right index finger to tease the sensitive underside of my erection.

"Hold tight," she whispered reassuringly. "I promise if you can hold on 'til the end, it will be worth it."

Then she took a few steps back, reached up under the edge of her nightie and slid her fingers inside the waistband of her matching bikini bottoms. In one smooth motion she slipped them down off of her beautiful bottom, down her toned legs and over her painted toes.

I watched as she stepped up to where I was bound with her panties clenched in her hand and held them up to my nose to sniff. The strong aroma of her excitement had soaked deep into them and I was the grateful recipient of her fragrance. 

No sooner had I begun to take it all in than she pushed the damp, silk bikini bottoms into my mouth. I struggled at first to keep them out but realized this was a battle I was better off losing.

Suddenly, out of nowhere she pulled out an eighteen-inch wooden ruler and ran her fingers along the edge to reveal its thickness and pliability. My eyes got as large as saucers, as I could only imagine what she had planned next.

SMACK!

Without a word or a warning she slapped my rock-hard erection with the ruler.

SMACK!

I winced in pain as I bit into her panties.

SMACK!

Every strike brought amazing, but also surprising, exhilaration.

SMACK!

I could hardly breathe, but my erection seemed larger than ever before.

SMACK!

She landed her final blow and left the room for a brief moment to allow me to recover.

With my head spinning from all the 'fun', I desperately worked to catch my breath during her absence. As I finally calmed to a reasonable level, she returned with a mysterious bottle in her hand and a sinister spring in her step.

I watched tentatively as she poured the concoction into her hands and then lathered them together. Then she began to massage the cool lotion into my balls and up and down my shaft. In a matter of moments, the stinging pain I had felt earlier had disappeared but the throbbing erection remained. 

For the next several minutes she teased and toyed with my cock and balls, taking me to the brink over and over again. Finally, when I felt I could take it no more, I groaned for release.

"What's that?" she questioned knowingly.

I worked her panties out of my mouth and spit them out onto the floor. Then I begged once again. "Please, Mistress."

"Not yet," she responded, as she worked my shaft harder and faster while massaging my balls.

A few more minutes passed and I begged again, "Please may I come, Mistress?"

"Not yet," she answered once more, and added a little more of the cooling lotion without skipping a beat.

Several more minutes passed and I felt as though if she told me "no" once more I would have no choice. My balls were so full and had risen as far as they could. I had held off as long as I felt my exhausted body could handle, and even though I feared the worst, I had to beg again.

"Please may I come, Mistress?" I pleaded, as I felt the come boiling in my balls.

In one quick, fluid motion she released the strap around the base of my genitals with one hand and continued to stroke my cock furiously with the other. "Yes, you may," she gasped in anticipation.

No three words have ever sounded sweeter.

As if struck by lightning, my whole body was enveloped in orgasm as I shot my load into the air. She watched in delight as she continued to work my cock up and down through the whole thing. Stream after stream of cum shot from my cock for what seemed like forever, as I experienced the mind-blowing orgasm she had promised. I had questioned her integrity in my mind, but my heart somehow knew she would be true to her word.

I am so glad I listened to my heart for once.

After she pumped my cock dry, I collapsed in my bondage. With my head still spinning and my cock still dripping, she began to release the straps holding me up. As she reached the last couple straps I caught sight of her panties on the floor and determined to recover them before I left. The last strap she undid was from around my chest, and when she let it go I let myself fall to the floor and grabbed her bikini bottoms in my palm as I hit the floor.

Quickly she helped me to my feet and led me to the room where I had changed at the beginning of the day. "Thanks for today," she smiled. "I had a blast."

"You're welcome," I responded, and stepped toward my box of things.

She took a couple steps towards the door and without turning back said, "I would have let you keep them anyway." Then she finished her journey out the door and disappeared.

I looked in my hand at the blue silk panties and laughed quietly to myself. Then I pulled my clothes from my box and got dressed. Before I got my shoes on, the woman that brought me there earlier in the day was standing in the doorway.

"You ready to go?" she demanded.

"Just about," I responded, as I tied my shoe.

"Hurry up," she countered. "And you can wipe that smile off your face while you're at it. No one is going to believe you anyway."

"I know," I said. "I know."

I did not even remember the helicopter ride home or anything else about how I got back to my room.



Sweet November Ch. 17



Saturday, November 23rd 

I woke this morning after a great night of sleep. The only problem I had was deciding what day it was. I knew it was Saturday, but in my mind I still could not fathom what had happened yesterday. At times I thought it had to have been a fantastically erotic dream and that today must actually be Friday, but as I walked towards the bathroom and saw the familiar crème envelope on the floor reality sunk in.

Today is Saturday. Tomorrow I go back home.

I left the envelope on the floor as I stepped into the bathroom. The weight of the situation hung over me. Tomorrow I would be returning to the love of my life, but at the same time she is not quite who I thought she was.

I could not help but wonder if she knew I was the one in the room with her yesterday. I could not help but wonder how things would be different when I got back. I could not help but wonder what else I did not know about.

That was where my mind stopped wondering and got stuck. 'What else don't I know about?' I thought to myself. Finally I decided to grab the envelope and hope for the best. If nothing else I ought to be able to distract myself for a few more hours before I was forced to face the facts.

Slave,   I will be up to see you at 10:00 a.m. Don't bother getting dressed. 

'Interesting,' I thought to myself, as I dropped the envelope on the counter and turned on the shower. 'I wonder what a woman willing to drop that kind of money has planned for today?' I shrugged to myself and then stepped under the hot running water knowing I had time to kill.

I took the extra time I had to do a little extra grooming. Even though I had shaved just yesterday I made sure there were no errant hairs anywhere on my body. In addition I spent a little more time washing and conditioning the hair on my head to make sure it was in pristine shape. After finishing my rounds in the shower I continued the extra work in front of the mirror.

Less than a month ago I would have worn a towel while I flossed and brushed my teeth, but the last couple weeks had given me incredible confidence in the nude. After everything I had been through, I could not think of too many people I would not be comfortable being naked with.

After shaving my face and styling my hair I headed back into the room to watch some TV. I did not see the point of getting dressed when my next proprietor would be arriving in less than an hour and I was really quite comfortable. In no time at all I landed on a program that held my attention and the minutes I had meant to kill were gone.

KNOCK, KNOCK

I sprang from the bed, turned off the television, and strutted confidently to the door. Without even looking I pulled the door open to let in my guest and turned to walk back into the room, once again without looking to see who it was. In my mind I had decided to just give them a glimpse of my ass for now. They could wait a few seconds to see the goods. 

"Mmmh, mmmh, mmmh," she complimented. "My how you've grown."

I stopped as I neared the far corner of the bed and heard the door close behind me. The voice sounded familiar, but I had not heard it in several years. Slowly I turned just my head to confirm the identity of the woman standing behind me. To my surprise, there was not one woman, but three.

Abruptly, I sat down on the edge of the bed, crossed my legs, and reached back for one of the pillows at the head of the bed and pulled it back to cover up my nether regions. My fears had been confirmed.

The three women could not help but laugh as my confidence completely disappeared and utter humiliation and embarrassment swooped in and took its place. Deb and Diane took seats next to me on the bed as Donna pulled up the chair that was pushed up to the desk. As Donna took a seat directly in front of me I sat stunned.

These three women I had affectionately referred to as 'The Three Ds' since I was seven years old. These three women were my mom's best friends. These three women had been going out with my mom for "lady's night out" once a month for as long as I can remember. They were basically aunts to me. 

"Relax," Donna said, as the other two firmly but not aggressively held my arms and she pulled the pillow out of my lap. "Let me tell you what is going on, and then we will be on our way."

I tried to relax and hear them out, but my hand kept creeping back to cover myself and they kept pulling my arms back so they could enjoy the view. Finally Donna took the pointed toe of her high heeled shoe and placed it strategically between my legs to ensure that I give her my full and undivided attention.

"It is probably best that I explain how this all came about," she started. "Also I better let you off the hook and assure you that your mom knows nothing about this. It will stay that way so long as you cooperate."

I nodded my agreement and understanding as the three of them proceeded to outline the situation. I learned that Donna had been part of the 'club' for a few years and had just recently invited Deb. Not too long after Diane was brought into the loop, but they assured me that my mom knew nothing of it, because "even though she was a lot of fun, she was just too traditional," they said. I could not have been happier to hear this.

They went on to tell me they had never attended the auction before now, but had the idea of getting one of the guys to be the entertainment for Donna's daughter's bachelorette party today. Unfortunately during the party Donna received a woeful phone call from her sobbing daughter about how the wedding had been called off. Upon receiving the news they decided against a purchase and resigned themselves to just enjoy the rest of the evening's festivities and drinks.

Apparently that all changed when I took the stage. As the story goes, two of the women actually spit out their drinks when they saw me strutting around. As the bidding progressed and the night was about to end Deb got the idea to bid on me, but by that time things had heated up and the prices were rising at a steady pace.

They went on to remind me how they had all had only daughters and always enjoyed coming over to see my mom and me, especially as I got older and my body became more muscular and I got more involved in athletics. The Three Ds admitted to each other that they had all fantasized about me at one time or another. It was at that time they determined to put their finances together in an effort to win me. As they retold this story I already knew the ending and was feeling even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly I felt the soft touch of Diane's hand as she delicately took my small, soft member in her fingers. I shuddered a bit and tried to pull away but Donna reminded me of the importance of cooperating.

Deb pushed gently on my shoulders, pushing me back down on the bed, and Donna slid over to take Diane's place. Then Deb and Donna held my wrists down to the bed as Diane switched to get comfortable between my legs and took my growing tool between her lips. It was strange to see these three women taking advantage of me in this way but as I struggled to free myself, I quickly found they were stronger than I imagined.

Of all the things I had been through in the past month, there was none I wanted to get away from more than this. As Diane continued to lick my shaft with her tongue I was taken aback. Diane was the largest of the three at about five-foot-nine. She had what I would consider the average housewife build. She was slightly overweight with large, sagging breasts. Her hair was short, straight and strawberry-blonde and went well with her round face and red cheeks. What surprised me most right now was her intensity as she brought my cock to life. I had always thought of Diane as the sweet, unassuming one of the bunch.

As my dick stiffened even more I looked up at the two women holding my arms. I was in disbelief as Deb held my wrist tight and with all her weight kept it down on the bed. This was quite a feat as Deb was the smallest of the three. At five-foot-two and under a hundred pounds she resembled little to be concerned about. What you had to know about Deb was she was the leader of the pack. She was incredibly feisty and always a bit of a flirt. Her most dominant features were the long lashes around her soft green eyes and gorgeous smile. I always heard she was the athletic one, but until she locked my arm in place I did not understand how much.

By now I was squirming pretty well as Diane went from sucking to stroking. I begged to be released as I knew my ensuing humiliation was not far away.

"Not a chance," Donna responded tauntingly as she held her position well. Much like Deb she had a firm lock on my arm and used her weight to secure it further. Unlike Deb, Donna was about five-foot-seven with long brown hair and a more voluptuous frame. Her ass was large, as were her tits and she was rather proud of both. Donna was a bit on the cynical side as well and began to tease me a bit as my cock grew larger and larger.

"Wow, look at that," Donna laughed. "It's getting so big and excited."

"Please, don't do this," I pleaded, as my cock reached its height of arousal. "You don't have to do this."

I struggled even more and in my attempt to pull my arms free accidentally kicked Diane to the floor. The women all gasped in shock as she pulled herself off the floor and stepped determinedly towards me.

"I was hoping you would not force us to do this," she said, as she grasped my balls firmly in her hand. "But you've left us no choice." She gave my boys a firm squeeze as she gritted her teeth in frustration at me and then released them before retrieving her purse from the floor.

From out of her purse Diane pulled four long strands of rope. Immediately she grabbed my left ankle and tied one end around it, then she pulled the other end tight and tied it around the leg at the corner of the bed. After that she proceeded to grab my right ankle and do the same to it. I struggled a bit, but Donna soon reminded me who was in charge by sitting down on my chest then grabbing and twisting my balls. I remained still as Diane quickly tied my right leg and both arms to the corresponding corners of the bed.

Now that I was secured the women got up off the bed to admire their captive. I could not have felt more naked and vulnerable as their familiar faces leered longingly at my muscular yet hairless body.

By now my penis had gone almost completely limp due to the power struggle and the ball twisting. This obviously disappointed the women, but unfortunately not enough to persuade them to stop.

This time Deb did the honors and crawled up between my legs and took my soft member in her mouth. One last time I begged for them to stop. This time Diane grabbed a wash cloth from the bathroom and stuffed it in my mouth.

"You might as well accept it," Diane remarked. "We are going to make you our little bitch today. First we are going to make that beautiful cock of yours shoot its load until we are satisfied you have had enough. Then we are going to leave you here to recover while we get ready for our party tonight. Then we will send someone back for you to be the entertainment at our party. It is going to be so much fun."

I shook my head hoping to change their minds, but it was obvious I was out of luck and my pleas were falling on deaf ears.

Donna began to tell me all the women who would be attending and the things they were going to do to me, but then she stopped abruptly and decided to keep it a "surprise". Suddenly I heard a loud slurping sound as Deb pulled her mouth from my cock and sat back on her knees to revel in her accomplishment. There in the center of the bed was my ten-inch cock standing proudly at attention.

Deb flicked the underside of the shaft hard with her middle finger and it jumped in rapid response. "Ladies," she announced, "It's ready. Who wants to go first?"

Without waiting for the other two to weigh in Diane moved into position next to me on the bed and rolled up the sleeves on her red silk blouse. Then she grabbed the base of my cock in her right hand and quickly went to task at driving me towards a climax. It did not take long for her to get me there and as my balls rose to indicate my imminent orgasm that only served to encourage her to pick up the pace. 

With my fists clenched and my toes curled I felt my cum welling up inside me. With all the energy she could muster Diane squeezed my throbbing member and gave it a few more, short, fast strokes. I immediately began to shoot my load and she surprised me by pointing it right at my face. The first two streams hit me square across my lips, chin, cheeks, and nose, and the last couple streams simply fell onto my chest and stomach. The women laughed at my humiliation and the surprised look on my face. "I love the retarded look men make when they're about to come," Deb snickered, "but that right there took the cake."

It took no time for my cock to deflate in humiliation as the women continued their onslaught of teasing. "Look at that," Diane pointed, "it shoots and runs like a little boy with a pop gun."

Their teasing was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Room Service!"

Deb jumped up from her seat and ran to the door. A few short moments later she returned with three wine glasses in her hand and a bottle of Chardonnay. In no time they were all sitting around me on the bed toasting one another and clinking glasses as the giggled about the great time they were having. Meanwhile I remained bound in my position with a washcloth stuffed in my mouth and my own cum dripping from my face.

"My turn," Donna announced. She gulped down the last couple swallows of wine from her glass and set it on the table next to the bed. Then she disappeared for a short while into the bathroom where I could hear the sink running.

Moments later she reappeared with a damp washcloth in her hand. As she touched it to my boys I realized she had not allowed the water to warm up, leaving the cloth very cold to the touch.

I could not help but squirm a bit as she wiped off my cock, balls, and chest. In a moment of weakness she was even kind enough to wipe the sperm off of my face. I greatly appreciated this but the other two gave her hell over it.

Finally she put the cloth down and began to play with my genitals with both of her small, delicate hands. After a couple minutes of caressing and lightly grazing my testicles with her nails my cock had once again come to life. I was actually quite impressed with how quickly it popped back into action without a lot of time and effort being exhausted. Unfortunately the ladies were not.

Once my cock was hard enough for Donna's liking she went to her purse and grabbed a small bottle of lotion. Then she poured a generous amount into the palm of her hand, put the bottle down and lathered her hands together. After she had both hands covered in lotion she linked her fingers together and then closed her hands together around my erection. It felt really good as she slid her warm gooey hands up and down my shaft over and over again. With my eyes closed I almost forgot who was doing this to me.

In a few short minutes I felt myself nearing the edge again and began to strain against my bondage. I heard the women getting excited as they picked up on my cues and began to rustle around the bed to make sure they were positioned properly when I shot my second load. Donna kept up her pace but tightened her grip slightly as she took me over the top. This time my squirting was far less impressive, but the women seemed to enjoy it just the same. After a few more strokes I was spent and I waited for Donna's grip to loosen. To my surprise it never happened. She just kept going in spite of the fact I was well past being done.

I began to squirm as it began to get painful. It was now obvious to me she was going to milk another load out of me whether I wanted to give it or not. Deb and Diane began to tease incessantly and cheered Donna on.

By now my dick was only at half staff, but I could feel another load being pulled from me. My balls were aching and my shaft was in pain as she continued to pull and tug at my tired member. Finally Donna released my dick from both hands and went to a more traditional approach. She grabbed my semi-erect member tightly in her right hand and began to stroke it feverishly. It felt as if she would simply pull it off if she did not get what she wanted very soon.

Luckily my balls gave in and I soon felt another couple streams expel from my exhausted member. With every bit of liquid that oozed from the tip of my cock I could feel the agony in my testicles. I wanted so badly to roll up into the fetal position and protect them, but that was impossible.

Finally Donna released my now-limp dick, as Diane and Deb untied the rope from my appendages. Instinctively I rolled over on the bed to hide myself from them and they laughed once more at my misery.

As they gathered their things to leave Deb slapped my bare ass with her open hand. "I'll get mine from you tonight," she chuckled, and then threw another crème envelope on the pillow beside me before the three of them marched out the door.

Slave,   The party has not even begun yet. Be ready by five for your ride to arrive.    Your clothes are in the drawer. 

After reading the envelope I grabbed a pillow and pulled it over my head. I could not believe I would have to endure further humiliation at the hands of these three. Furthermore, I could not imagine what they might have in store.

As exhausted and mentally spent as I was it must not have taken long for me to drift off to sleep with my head buried in pillows. A couple hours later when I woke again I had the agonizing feeling these next couple hours I had to myself would be the most tolerable ones of the day.

Despite my incredible desire to just lie in bed and hope the day would pass me by, I decided to pull myself out from the covers and get dressed. I figured I'd better get something to eat before it was too late as well. While I was at it, I decided to take a second shower hoping that would help me feel better about myself.

On my way to the shower I opened the bottom drawer to see what the women had arranged for me to wear. In the drawer I found a tailor-fit black t-shirt, a pair of flat-front khakis, matching socks, and a black cotton thong. I shook my head in wonder as I held the thong up with one finger and then dropped it back in the drawer before heading to the shower once again.

I took a much longer and much hotter shower than normal. I guess in the back of my mind I hoped I could wash away the events of the morning. It was not much use and I soon realized my skin was paying the price. Finally I gave up and turned off the shower and then exited. After that I dried off and did my hair once more before heading back into the room to get dressed.

As I pulled on the thong I was surprised by how good the pouch in the front felt holding my boys. Unfortunately it was not good enough to counteract the wedgie I was getting in the back. No matter how much I pulled at it, it always felt as though it was crawling deeper and deeper up my crack. Finally I gave up and pulled on my pants and shirt. When I looked in the bedroom mirror to check myself out, I was pretty pleased with the way the outfit showed off my muscular chest and ass. It was not until I gave myself one last inspection in the much brighter bathroom mirror that I noticed you could see right through these pants if the light was bright enough. I almost could not believe it...almost. The next couple hours were a bit of a blur as I ate a good-sized lunch and watched some TV. It did not take long before I found myself riding in that black Town Car once more wondering how the evening would unfold.

As we pulled up to our destination the Asian Princess looked back at me with uncertainty in her voice and wished me good luck. I thanked her and climbed out of the car and headed up the steps to entrance of Deb's house. Before I could even knock on the door it swung open and the three women greeted me once again.




Sweet November Ch. 17



"Good Evening," they chimed in unison. With each of them holding a half-empty glass of whatever they deemed best, it was obvious they were ready to get started and that they had already loosened up.

As they closed the door behind me I was a bit surprised by the atmosphere. It was considerably fancier than I imagined as there were candles lit all about the house with plush antique-looking chairs and high tables scattered throughout. In addition, each of the women was dressed as if getting ready to attend an evening at some high-class restaurant complete with dancing and ballroom music. None of them looked at all trashy, although more than an ample amount of cleavage was being tossed around and the hem lines were a little higher than I would have expected of women in their fifties. Nevertheless they actually looked quite nice.

Deb and Donna each took one of my arms and showed me around the house while Diane disappeared to attend to other things. For a few minutes I thought this might actually be bearable. 

As we walked Deb told me about the other guests that would be arriving in the next thirty minutes and that they would also be acquaintances of my mother. Then she went on to assure me that as long as I continued to cooperate she would never hear word one about this.

At this point, she told me this was mainly a social event for the women and I would serve as a little bit of entertainment throughout the night. That was when she let me know this was a Clothed Female/Nude Male party. She also went onto say she would go over the rules of the party once all of the women had arrived so that she would not have to repeat them. She assured me I could wait until then to hear them along with everyone else. Donna did interject for a brief moment and showed me to the kitchen. She went on to tell me this is where the bartender would be stationed if anyone had any drink needs they wanted taken care of during the evening.

At this point the evening sounded rather tame, but I just waited patiently for the other shoe to fall. With these three I knew it would.

After finishing the tour of the house we found ourselves back at the front door where I received my first orders of the evening. "For right now, we just want you to stand here, look pretty, and take the women's coats when they arrive. Hang them up in this closet and give each of them one of these tickets." Then Donna switched on the hall light and they both turned their attention downward towards my crotch with a smile. After that they clinked glasses and headed off to find Diane.

All I could do was stand there and follow orders. One by one the women arrived. They were all dressed nicely in beautiful dresses, business suits, or simply brightly-colored silk blouses and tailored slacks. None of them were dressed up nearly as much as the Three Ds but they all looked very nice.

One by one, I took their coats and gave them tickets. At the time I assumed the tickets were like a coat check, but as the night progressed I realized I had not been instructed to label them in any way.

I was not given much time to think about this as the crowd picked up and five women funneled in at once. That now made a total of fifteen women in attendance. By my understanding that meant everyone had arrived. As I thought about it I could not remember a time in my life where I had ever attended a party where everyone had shown up on time or early.

Finally Diane came to retrieve me and led me to the Great Room where all the women had congregated. By now most of them had gotten either a martini or glass of wine and/or some small dessert and were well into conversation with the other women around them. As with the original three, they were all dressed to the nines and had their hair and make up done to its best. As I Diane led me to the center of the room I finally took the opportunity to actually look at the women attending. This was an opportunity I had not been afforded when I was taking coats and handing out tickets earlier.

Every woman in the room knew my mom either personally or professionally and I recognized almost every one of them. My only hope was that they did not all remember me.

Once we reached the center of the room Deb quickly joined us and clanked her wine glass with the dessert fork she had been using. Once she had everyone's attention she placed her fork on one of the high tables nearby and turned to address the audience.

"First off I want to thank you all for coming and being so punctual," she started, as she gestured toward the clock on the wall reading five thirty. They all laughed a little, partially due to the rarity of this occurrence and partially due to what I perceived to be a little apprehension.

"Tonight we are all going to have a good time. In a minute I am going to go over a couple of ground rules and answer any questions you may have, but first I want to remind all of you that there are plenty of drinks and desserts to be had, so don't let tonight be the night you become a quitter." Deb stopped for a brief minute to take a drink and clear her throat. "Now, let's get to the good stuff," she chuckled, and turned her attention towards me. "As you all know this is a Clothed Female/Nude Male party, and this is our entertainment. So what do you say, shall we get him out of these clothes?"

The normally very professional business women began to hoot and holler in response to Deb's question and she ordered me to get stripping. At first I began to simply remove my clothes as I would after a long day's work, but that was met with a chorus of boos. You did not have to be a genius to figure out what they wanted.

Dancing to the music in my head I began to strut around the room a bit as I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the lap of a lady I recognized to be my mom's old boss. Then I seductively unbuttoned my pants and gestured for their approval. By now I had gotten into the scene a little more and was having a bit of fun teasing these older women with my young, chiseled body.

Once I felt I had built up enough excitement I pulled my pants down and off and tossed them at a woman standing in the furthest corner. She smiled her approval and the energy in the room jumped another couple levels as I now stood there in just my black cotton thong. As I spun around to draw out the teasing Donna snuck up behind me and planted a hard swat on my exposed ass.

I jumped a bit in surprise and the women began to cheer even louder. For a few more seconds I pulled at the waistband of the thong in a teasing fashion before finally ripping them off in one dramatic motion. I figured this is what they had in mind when I noticed the slight perforation along the corners when I put them on. At the time I thought nothing of it, but as my stripping progressed the realization of their intent hit me.

By now the women were completely overtaken by the excitement of the moment. The shouting and heckling was far beyond anything I would have expected from this group of women. As I strutted around in a small circle to showcase my goods, my semi-hard cock bounced joyfully out in front of me. This seemed to please the women

Finally Deb stepped to the center of the room once more and held her arms up with hands open wide signaling for the women to quiet down so she could speak once again. Once things had calmed sufficiently she motioned for me to stand next to her once again. 

"Ladies," she began, "I want you to remember one thing: this is our night. With that in mind I want to go over a couple quick things. First and foremost, he is here for our pleasure not his own, so you may do whatever you like to him, but he must not ejaculate."

Several of the women let out a sigh of disappointment and Deb turned her attention towards them. "Don't get me wrong ladies," she assured them, "you can play with him all you like."

Then she went on to illustrate her point by showing them exactly what she meant. "You can stroke his cock, slap it, pull on it and squeeze. You can grab his balls and hold them, twist them, or fondle them. You can squeeze his ass or spank it all you like. You just cannot let him come." She paused for a brief moment and surveyed the audience never releasing my member and continuing to show them exactly what she meant. Then with an evil grin she went on, "As far as I am concerned, you can keep him painfully dangling on the edge of orgasm all night long."

The women fully understood what was going on and nodded their approval. Some of them even began to rub their hands together in anticipation.

"There are just a couple more things I need to go over." Deb began again seeking to maintain control before bedlam broke out. "Please be considerate of others and get to know each other. It would be great if we could make nights like this a regular occurrence, but it is key that we all know and respect one another. So go around and mingle a bit when you are not torturing the male."

"Also," she said, stepping toward one of the high-top tables and pulling off the table cloth to expose a number of items hidden beneath. "I have taken the liberty of providing some fun little toys for you to use through out the night. If you feel the need to spank our friend here for not doing what you've asked quickly enough, there are various tools available for that specific purpose. If you feel his erection is not firm enough, or perhaps too firm, there are objects to deal with that as well."

"Now, before I release him, are there any questions?" Deb asked, as she looked around the room. Her hand had found its way to my groin and she was strumming it with her fingertips playfully.

"What are the tickets for?" one of the women shouted out.

"That's right, the tickets," she responded. "I almost forgot. At various points throughout the night I will call all of you back into this room and pull tickets from the bowl. If you are chosen you will be allowed to take part in special games and activities that involve our guest of honor."

The woman seemed more than satisfied with this answer and nodded her understanding and approval.

"Any more questions?" Deb asked, as she switched from teasing my genitals to squeezing and pulling. All I could do was stand there and take it with a smile.

When no more questions came, Deb encouraged them all to have a great time and let her know if there was anything she could do.

In mere seconds the room was a bustle of conversation and laughter, and I was sent on my way to mingle around the room. Almost immediately one of the women I knew had to recognize me called out to me.

Upon reaching the location where she sat with two other women sipping their wine she inquired as to how she might know me. I acted as though I had no idea knowing full well she had been a volunteer with my mom when I was in high school. I stood there far a moment longer as she pondered. In her mind she was sure she knew me from somewhere. Finally she called out to Diane for assistance.

"How do I know him?" the woman asked, loud enough for most of the women to hear.

"He's Margo's kid," Diane answered with equal volume. It took less than a couple minutes for every woman in the place to hear the news as I heard it funnel throughout the house around me.

In just a matter of a couple minutes I went from feeling like a simple boy toy, there to make a few older women feel good about themselves, to feeling completely naked and exposed to the world. My member had gone completely soft and my confidence was gone. I was embarrassed and humiliated and there was nothing I could do but take it.

Suddenly a woman walked up behind and grasped my right buttock firmly as she began to speak. "I am going to need you to follow me," she said as she squeezed. I looked over to see who it was and where we were headed. Somehow I had not noticed her in the group earlier, but now I was very aware of her presence. Barb had been the mother of a girl I dated pretty steadily before heading off to college. As she led me to a chair in the corner of the room she began to chastise me for "breaking her little girl's heart." I knew this was just an excuse to toy with me as her daughter had recovered very quickly from our break-up and had, in fact, married and was expecting her second child very soon.

Once we got to the corner she took a seat on the cushioned seat of the wooden chair. I found it peculiar that she had led me all the way over from where we had been standing, but soon learned the fact that the chair had no arms played an integral part.

"You have been very bad," she admonished me, "and now you must be punished." Then she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me face-down across her lap. She made sure to position me just right so that my genitals fell between her legs as she squeezed them firmly shut. The soft material of her pants felt mysteriously nice pulling on my cock and balls as she reached for a ping-pong paddle she had placed strategically next to her chair so that she could reach it even after she had me in position.

Barb raised the paddle well above her head and brought it slowly down to my ass as if she were lining up to tee off on the first hole of the LPGA tour. It served to raise the intensity of the situation and helped me realize we had developed a small audience.

With the paddle lowered, she took a moment to rub the textured rubber padding on my ass as a little bit of a tease of what was to come. Every few seconds she would raise it up a few inches as if she was going to start and then she would lower it once more and rub it against the other cheek.

Some of the onlookers loved it as they read the anticipation on my face and clenched my body in preparation. Others hollered for her to get on with it. Finally she did.

WHACK!

She landed the first swat squarely across my left ass cheek.

WHACK!

The second fell just as hard and just as square on the right.

WHACK!

She began to spread each successive swat in a different spot.

WHACK!

I could not believe the amount of punishment this small woman twice my age was dishing out.

WHACK!

It really hurt.

WHACK!

I let out a whimper or two and found myself clenching my teeth to contain myself.

WHACK!

The other women were really getting into it and cheering her on to "let him have it."

WHACK!

I began to wonder if it would ever end but she seemed to be picking up the pace rather than slowing down.

WHACK!

The ninth swat was given with as much force and vigor as the previous eight.

WHACK!

She landed her tenth and final swat with authority and dropped the paddle on the floor next to her chair. Then, without warning, she pushed me harshly off of her lap and onto the floor as if brushing crumbs off of her lap after a light snack. Without another word she stepped over me and quickly marched away leaving me to deal with my smoldering bottom. As I looked up to gauge the reaction of the crowd I realized they were all turning to leave as well.

As I began to pull myself up off of the floor I realized I was now sporting some solid wood. With that in mind, I felt the need to keep a low profile even though I had just been so roughly discarded. Unfortunately that was going to be next to impossible. If the fact that a well-defined naked man was not enough to get their attention, I was sure my fiery red ass and 10" erection would certainly do the trick. My suspicions were correct.

Over the next hour or so, I was summoned by various different women to fetch them refills on their drinks. Every time I came to take their requests or return their orders they were all to happy to rub my ass and comment about how warm it was or pull on my cock and remark how good it must feel.

I cannot lie: the stroking did feel good, but the realization of who these women were hardly made it enjoyable. It almost felt incestuous. Maybe even beyond that. These were women I had known since I was a child. This not only felt wrong it felt disgusting. I knew I was going to have to take a long shower after this was over. Unfortunately that was going to have to wait.

Just then Deb came into the large main room where most of the women had congregated. In her left hand was the same wine glass I had seen her empty several times already this evening, and in her right had she was ringing a small silver bell that rang just loud enough to get all of the women's attention.

Once they were quiet enough, Deb announced it was time for the first game of the evening—pin the tail on the donkey. Then Diane and Donna walked in carrying a small but sturdy coffee table and motioned for me to get down on all fours on top of it. Then to add to my humiliation they strapped blinders on the side of my head so that I could only see forward like they would if I were actually a working mule. After that, they slapped a headband on my head with makeshift donkey ears for a finishing touch.

All of the women loved it and the roars of laughter echoed through the room. Deb decided to feed of the excitement and commented, "And look, he is even hung like one, too." This she said as she put down her bell, grabbed my erection and pulled hard on it for effect. The taunting and laughter took off from there.

Finally, after several minutes, Deb calmed the ladies down once again and motioned for Donna to bring her the bowl with the tickets in it. From the bowl she pulled five tickets and read off their numbers in quick succession. Every one of the women practically ran to stand next to Deb anticipating the opportunity to play the game.

After all of the women were chosen each of them were handed a medium sized butt plug with a donkey tail protruding from the end. After that Deb went on to explain the rules of the game. Each of them were going to be blindfolded and then spun around in a circle three times in traditional 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' form, but rather than determining who is closest they would each be expected to "pin" the tail firmly in place. The winner would be decided by who was able to complete the task the quickest.

The entire time this was going on, Donna had put on a pair of rubber gloves and had taken on the task of applying the lube to my asshole. When she was done she decided to wipe the excess lube off on my cock and balls. Based on some of the women's comments she apparently used so much that my genitals were now "glistening". The contact of cool rubber and lube on my erection continued to provide exciting stimulation and complete humiliation at the same time.

"I think he likes it," one woman yelled, as Donna stroked my cock a few last times and then slapped my balls from behind before walking away.

"All right ladies," Deb announced, as she picked up a stopwatch from a nearby table, "I think we are about ready to begin. I will start the timer after each contestant is spun three times and I will stop it when the donkey brays that the task has been completed."

I was a little confused by the last part. 

"I just thought of that," Deb congratulated herself. "Let's hear you bray, donkey," she demanded, as poked me harshly in the ribs.

Pausing just a moment to consider the task I took a deep breath and then let out an "EE-Aw, EE-aw." Once again the women loved it and reveled in my misery.

Deb nodded her approval to me and then signaled for the waiting contestants to spin the first woman and start her on her way. All the women in the room counted in unison as they spun her around and then cheered and laughed as she stumbled around trying to find her way to me. With the blinders on I could not see much of what was going on, but the reactions of the audience let me know when she was getting close.

Finally I felt her free hand reach out and touch my back. Shortly thereafter she felt her way back to my bottom and then struggled to find my anus with the plug. She slid it up and down my crack several times before she finally found my hole and pushed it in. I was a bit surprised as she slammed it in faster than I had been accustomed to and almost forgot to bray her completion. 




Sweet November Ch. 17



The moment I did, she ripped off her blindfold and threw her arms up in excitement. The others all joined in and began to congratulate her.

Rather than announcing her time, Deb chose to simply write it down and reveal the winner at the end. Some of the ladies liked that idea while others wanted to know right then and there. Regardless, Deb stuck to her decision and announced it was time for the next woman to take her turn.

The next contestant quickly pulled on her blindfold and took her position. Just as before the women counted aloud as they spun her around. A few seconds later she was stumbling around the room in search of me. She was so bad she actually came into view a couple times as she practically fell into the laps of the women sitting around the room. After several minutes passed she finally found her way to me and began to work her way toward my rear. At that moment Deb suddenly realized the first plug was still in place and jumped back to pull it out just as this contestant was finding my asshole with her fingers. Since she found the hole first she had no trouble pushing the plug into my ass. And though she was gentler than the first woman she made sure she had it in place and pushed much harder than necessary to get it in. As a result my bray came out more like a bleat from a sheep. By now I am sure you can imagine the ladies loved that as well.

The next two women competed about as well as the first two, although my gut feeling was that they were a little quicker. Without hearing the times I really could not be sure, though.

The last woman to go was much different than the previous women. After they spun her around she was completely out of control. It actually took her a good while to maintain any sort of balance and apparently had no sense of direction as it took her much longer than the others to locate me. By the time she did find me she was standing near my head, and I am sure realized she was well past a time that would have been competitive. So she decided to go for entertainment instead. 

She felt around my face for a short while and then held the plug up to my lips and forced it in. As the audience reacted in delight she twisted it around in my mouth for a while before pulling it back out with a pop. Finally she made it to my hind end, found her target, and shoved the plug in place to end her task. Without waiting for my signal she pulled off her blindfold and turned to slap hands with all the women around her. The room practically exploded with excitement.

Several minutes passed as the roar dulled down and Deb motioned to get their attention. Then she announced that Ruby, the third contestant had posted the best time.

I had not seen who all the contestants had been, but when I heard the name Ruby and flashed the attendant faces through my mind I knew who she was referring to. Ruby was not only a friend of my mom's, but one of my best friends' moms as well. She had shared car-pooling duties with my mom until we were old enough to drive ourselves. I could hardly believe she was a part of this.

As Ruby came to stand next to Deb, Deb announced that Ruby's prize would be that she could do whatever she wanted to me, or make me do whatever she wanted. After contemplating her prize for a short while, Ruby leaned over to Deb apparently to whisper confirmation what she would be allowed to do. With a nod, Deb gave her approval and Ruby took a seat amongst the crowd.

Deb directed Donna and Diane to remove my blinder and ears and ordered me to stand beside her in the center of the room. Once I had taken my place she proceeded to announce my fate.

"As many of you may have noticed," Deb began, "our mule seems rather excited by the events of this evening." As she pointed to my erection I realized that not only was my cock throbbing and erect, but it was dripping pre-come as well.

"Ruby has decided that she would like to see how excited he can really make himself," Deb announced, "so, he is going to masturbate for us, and we all get to watch while he makes those ridiculous faces as he pleasures himself."

I dropped my head as I felt the embarrassment envelope me and felt the eyes upon me. I sensed the women throughout the room settling comfortably in their seats as they prepared to enjoy the show. At the same time I felt my dick begin to soften and I wondered for a moment if I would be able to make it happen.

Deb reached out and grabbed my wrist in her hand and placed my semi-erect member in my hand with her other. "Get going," she laughed, and then marched away to find a seat among the group.

Reluctantly I began to slide my hand slowly up and down the shaft. Immediately the berating began.

"That's not how you do it," one woman called out.

"Come on, beat that meat," another cried. 

I am sure alcohol was a contributing factor, but it was bewildering to experience such normally upstanding women acting so lewdly. They had no inhibitions.

Steadily I began to pick up the pace and worked hard to block out the jeers. Over the course of a few minutes I was able to restore my full erection and was progressively working my way towards an orgasm.

By now the women were really cheering me on and acknowledging my erection and building excitement. I was really getting turned on. With my eyes shut I continued to roll my hand quickly up and down my shaft as I felt my balls rising and my climax build.

Suddenly the room fell deathly quiet as I rose up on my toes and worked my erection even faster up and down. My orgasm was imminent and the whole room could feel it. Harder and harder, faster and faster I pulled and tugged at my cock as the intensity built. Then out of nowhere I felt the cold hard steel of a hand cuff snapped around my wrist. Before I could even open my eyes to see what was going on, my hand had been pulled away from my throbbing member and locked to my other arm behind my back.

"Look at his face," one woman called out, referring to my state of shock.

"No, look at his cock," another one said.

I looked down to see what she was referring to. To my horror my cock was bobbing up and down involuntarily. I was on the brink of orgasm with no way to release. I knew if someone would just touch it I would explode. I was dying to come. My balls were aching for release.

The women all laughed as my assailants pulled me down into a waiting chair and secured me to it. The chair was positioned in the same place the coffee table had sat earlier. I did not recall anyone removing it nor the chair being brought in. I must have been too caught up in the moment.

With my legs tied to the legs forcing them open, my erection protruded portentously out in front of me. Ruby rose from her chair and stepped up in front of me and then knelt down between my legs. Brushing her shoulder-length brown hair off of her face, her deep brown eyes locked with mine as she licked her lips and dropped her head down into my lap. As much as the idea disgusted me earlier I was begging her to suck me off now.

Rather than wrap her lips around my engorged cock, like the hunger in her eyes told me she wanted to, she simply blew softly and steadily on my member. It was enough stimulation to drive me crazy, but not quite enough to give me relief. My head was spinning and my balls were in agony.

She continued to blow for a short while until another woman stood next to her and handed her a small glass bowl. The contents of the bowl were simply three ice cubes. As Ruby took one in her hand the other woman placed the bowl on the floor and retrieved the other two. Standing behind me, the woman, who I did not recognize, took a cube in each hand and began to slide them over my shoulders and across my chest. I was so turned on and hot the ice seemed to melt faster than normal. Finally her hands came to rest with her fingers rolling the remaining cubes in small circles around my nipples. I hated it and shook to pull myself free. It was no use.

While the stranger played with my nipples, Ruby waited for her turn. When she felt the time was right she began to trace my throbbing member with the frozen cube. It was so cold...too cold. I had heard about people playing with ice during sex, but right now I was not getting it. This did not feel good.

The cold ice was uncomfortable, almost painful, as she ran it up and down my shaft. I begged her to stop but was told to "shut up." I do not know which was worse, when she concentrated on the very tip or when she switched her attention to my balls. Needless to say, both were very unpleasant.

By the time the cubes were completely melted my chest and genitals were cold, wet, and aching. The curious part was that although I was no longer aroused, I was still hard as a rock. I had a suspicion that this was their desired outcome. I would not have to wait long to have it confirmed.

Standing to her feet Ruby made an announcement. "Okay ladies, he is ready."

"Ready for what?" I wondered to myself.

SLAP!

Ruby turned back to me and smacked my erection hard with her open hand. It stung.

SLAP!

Another woman quickly stepped forward and slapped my cock.

SLAP! 

With vigor another stepped up and did the same. It was sheer torture. One by one every woman in the place slapped my erection until it was beet red. Then they slapped it some more.

In a matter of a couple minutes my member went from freezing to burning. Each successive slap hurt even more, but my erection never faltered. It was as if this was some cruel torture technique they had devised long ago and used on many men before me.

As the onslaught continued, the heckles began. I was told how worthless I was and how I would be lucky if I would ever be able to use my dick again. They mocked me for being a boy and teased me, calling me a hairless, worthless slave. After a while they were not only slapping my cock but my face as well.

I have never wanted to escape a place so badly in my life.

Finally after enduring several more minutes of torment they stopped. My erection raged on but the searing pain was intense. My cock had been slapped so hard and so many times that it burned. It burned like it had been left out in the sun for too long. Now, I did not want anyone to touch it.

As the women continued laughing and taunting they began to untie the bonds around my legs and ankles and released me from the chair. After that they unlocked my hand cuffs and pushed me to the floor.

"Kiss our feet," the woman standing over me barked. "Kiss ALL of our feet."

I positioned myself appropriately and peppered her feet with kisses from her toes to her heels until she was satisfied with my effort and kicked me away. Then, as commanded, I moved around the room and kissed the feet of every woman present. Now, rather than taunting me, they practically ignored me and after nearly an hour I had made my way to all of them.

Just then Deb began ringing her bell to get everyone's attention once again. "Well ladies, it has been a lot of fun, but our time here tonight is quickly coming to a close. We have a couple things to take care of before you all go." She paused for a minute as she put down the bell and scanned the room to ensure that everyone was listening before starting again. "Would you ladies like to draw for the Grand Prize or get your assignment for next time?"

I had no idea what either of those were, but her question was met with a chorus of "Grand Prize" shouted by most of the attendees.

Deb motioned for the bowl with the remaining tickets and then stirred them with her hand as she reached in for the winning number. Building the anticipation she slowly pulled the stub from the bowl and cleared her throat before reading the numbers. The moment she finished reading the numbers a woman to my left screamed, "I won, I won, I won!" With ticket in hand raised high in the air she jumped excitedly up to Deb to receive her prize.

The woman was Mrs. Roth. She had been my high school Spanish teacher. She was no more than five-foot tall and rather petite on the whole. When I was in school I remember fantasizing about her sucking me off while I ran my fingers through her short black curly hair. Then I envisioned squeezing her large floppy tits while I sucked her nipples till she screamed. At forty-something she was not the youngest, sexiest teacher at my school, but something about her tight little frame and her exotic look made her a frequent part of my wet dreams. 

The only bad part of this scenario was that I once let it slip to one of my friends that something about her turned me on and he thought it would be funny to tell her I had a crush on her. I could never look her in the face again and whenever she called on me in class I could hardly answer without stuttering. I was devastated.

Now I found myself standing naked in front of a room of women bent on humiliating me to no end, my cock had gone soft quite some time ago and was still recovering from having been beaten to the point of agony, and now a woman whom I fantasized about dozens of times while beating off during my high school years held my immediate future in her hands. I could not bear to imagine how this might end. In addition I was not given much time to think about it.

Before I fully realized what was going on I was pulled down to the floor as four women took hold of me and held me down on the floor. There was one holding each wrist and one holding each ankle. They had me spread about as wide open as could be and their grip gave me quick realization that I was at their mercy. 

As I looked up towards Mrs. Roth, I saw that she was squeezing a tube of lotion into her hand as she stepped towards me. In a few brief moments she had gone from standing over me to sitting down on my chest facing away from me with her nylon-clad legs straddling my torso. Then I felt her massaging the cool lotion all over my balls and slathering it on my now semi-erect member. The first several strokes felt rather nice as my cock came to life, and then suddenly, reality hit me. 

The lotion was not merely lotion. It was a watered down, generic version of Icy-Hot. In no time at all my cock and balls were on fire and I found myself struggling to escape the grip of my captors. This served to really rile up the crowd.

They began cackling, howling, and cheering her on. These women were relentless. With every stroke my dick burned more and more and I got harder and harder. This seemed to excite them even more.

By now, Mrs. Roth was really getting into it. With her right hand she was tugging and pulling on my erection like a maniac. With her left hand she was fondling my balls and rolling them around with her fingertips. The combination of the slapping earlier and the Icy-Hot now made this excruciating.

I began to beg for mercy as I still struggled for freedom, but was soon silenced. Donna crawled up next to me and stuffed a cloth napkin in my mouth. Of course she was laughing the entire time.

As the strokes continued and the pace picked up I finally felt my balls rising and my climax approaching. With every passing second I waited for her to stop and prolong my misery, but she never slowed. Strangely enough, that did not seem to matter. The pain my genitals were going through had the apparent effect of prolonging my staying power. This was one of those times I did not want to last longer, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Several more minutes passed and her arm must have gotten tired so she switched to her left. It took her a little while to get her rhythm back and my ability to ejaculate anytime soon seemed to suffer because of it. It was almost as if she started completely over.

After a few more minutes a strange thing happened. My boys went almost completely numb. I started to worry that I would not be able to give the women the send-off they were anticipating and be forced to endure even longer. Then I started to wonder if this was the anticipated outcome. It must not have been apparent to anyone else what had occurred as the festivities never faltered.

Mrs. Roth continued her barrage for a couple more minutes until I felt a familiar hot liquid dripping onto my thighs. As the cheers from the crowd arose I realized I had shot my load without the pleasure of actually experiencing the orgasm. Unfortunately I still felt exhausted when she finally released my dwindling member and crawled off of me. The other women quickly released me and went their separate ways the moments she got up. As I lay there, I felt more exposed and helpless than ever and at the same time I knew it was not quite over.

Before I could fully recover and catch my breath Diane walked over to where I lay, kneeled down and pressed her lips to my ear. "Go beg to lick her pussy," she instructed.

I looked up at her inquisitively, not sure that I heard her right.

A little perturbed that she had to repeat herself, she huffed in exasperation before speaking once again. "Get up off the floor, crawl over there, and beg her to let you eat her pussy."

Reluctantly I rolled over onto my stomach and got up on all fours. Then I slowly worked my way across the room to where Mrs. Roth now stood. She had already retrieved her glass of wine and was reliving the previous experience with her friends. Even though they had all seen the incident they were all listening intently as she gave her first-hand perspective. 

As I crawled up next to her she obviously noticed my presence but chose not to acknowledge it. Rather she continued to tell her story except now she added commentary about how useless I was and how all men were worthless just like me.

When she finally finished her story she turned to acknowledge my presence. "What do you want?" she barked.

Meekly I responded, "Please, may I lick your pussy."

"What?" she followed, indicating that I needed to speak up.

I cleared my throat and answered again, "Please, mistress, may I lick your pussy?"

"Excuse me?" she asked once more. This time it was obvious she heard me, but could not believe what I was saying.

One last time I responded. "Please, mistress, may I lick your pussy. Giving you such pleasure would make me very happy."

"Did you hear this, ladies?" she laughed. "He wants to lick my pussy."

I kneeled at her feet in bewilderment wondering what was going on. I could not figure out what was so funny.

Then she leaned over and patted me on the head softly like a little boy or puppy dog. "You are not worthy to even look at this pussy." Then the entire room broke out in laughter as I turned bright red. In the corner of the room I saw Diane leaning against the wall with a smile of satisfaction across her lips. My humiliation had been advanced even further.

A few moments later as the laughter died down, Diane and Donna walked around the room handing each of the attendees a multi-colored gift bag giving them instructions not to open them until told to do so. As the women sat around the room wondering what was in their bags Diane and Donna left the room and returned quickly with the coffee table from earlier and positioned it in the center of the room as before. Then Donna motioned for me to crawl up onto the table once again. "What now?" I thought to myself.

Once I was in position, Deb entered the room, revealing my fate to me. She was dressed from head to toe in a black leather body suit. It was complete with 4-inch heeled boots that almost looked to be a part of the outfit. As the shiny leather ran tightly up her shapely legs and round ass it looked as though it was all cut from one piece that did not end until it stopped just below her shoulders. To add to the sensual look the neckline dove halfway to her navel and cupped her round breasts perfectly, giving them the shape and perkiness of a younger woman. If it were not for the audacious flesh-colored cock she had strapped to the front, I would have been very turned on. As it was, I could feel a bit of a tingling in my stomach.




Sweet November Ch. 18



Sunday, November 24th

BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I awoke with a start. I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to my hotel room door. Rubbing my eyes as I undid the locks I opened the door to find out what all the pounding was about.

"What are you doing? We are going to be late and then we will both be in trouble." The normally calm and reserved young lady I had begun to refer to as The Asian Princess was really berating me and I could not figure out what was going on.

"It's a quarter past eight," she hollered, as she pushed her way into the room. "You were supposed to be waiting for me downstairs fifteen minutes ago."

"I'm so sorry," I stammered, "I must have turned off the alarm in my sleep." In reality, I had missed setting it altogether. I was so exhausted when I got back to the room I barely managed to pull the covers over me before falling asleep. 

"We don't have time for that," she shot back. "You need to get cleaned up and ready to go in the next twenty minutes or there is no way I will have you back by nine." Then she handed me the clothes she pulled from the dresser drawer and pushed me into the bathroom. 

I hardly had time to realize what was going on before she was turning on the shower and barking for me to "get going". Finally I snapped out of it and jumped in and cleaned up. I did a quick once over to be sure my body was shaved and ready like Jess would expect then I hurried back out of the shower, brushed my teeth and hair, and got dressed. As I pulled on my last shoe my chauffeur did a quick check around the room to make sure I did not leave anything.

I assured her that she would find nothing since I brought nothing. In fact the hygiene products I had been using even belonged to the hotel for all I knew. The only things in that room that were actually mine were the clothes on my back. For that matter all of the ones I had been given to wear throughout the week had mysteriously appeared every morning and disappeared the next day when the new ones arrived. 

She did not realize everything was that planned out, but really did not seem all that surprised. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Let's go then," and ran out the door just ahead of me.

We did not bother waiting for the elevator. Instead we shot down the stairs as quickly as we could, hustled through the lobby and out to the car. Seconds later we were on the road and the strange realization that I was going home finally hit me.

Suddenly I had butterflies. I had not felt this way since opening night of a play I held the lead in during my senior year of high school. So many thoughts filled my mind. I wondered what I would be going home to. Would she be happy to see me? Would she act like nothing happened and resume her role as my owner? Did she know everything that happened this week? Would she be angry? What had she been doing all those days I had not seen her? My head was spinning out of control.

"Pull over," I hollered.

She hesitated for just a second, looking back at me in the rearview mirror. Then she quickly pulled the car over to the curb. I do not even think it had come to a complete stop before I pushed open the door and held my head out. I had not eaten much in the last twenty-four hours, but everything I had left in me I left right there on the pavement in that moment.

"You all right?" she asked, with concern in her voice.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," I answered. "Just give me a second."

"Take your time," she responded. "While you were in the shower I called your wife and left a message that I got caught by a couple trains and was running a bit late to pick you up. She may not be happy, but it should buy us a little time. Besides nothing your wife could do to me even compares to what would happen if I bring this car back with vomit all over the back seat."

I thanked her for her understanding, took a deep breath of fresh air, pulled the door shut, and then let her know I was ready to go. She verified that I was sure and then we headed on our way.

A few minutes later we pulled in front of my house. As I climbed out the passenger side I thanked her for everything, hesitated just a brief second longer not knowing quite what to say, smiled and shrugged. 

She smiled back as if understanding the mental torment I had been going through and then told me to get inside. I nodded back and headed towards the door.

Upon reaching the front door I hesitated a brief moment and thought to myself, 'Should I ring the door bell or just walk in? It is my house after all, but I am her slave. How would Jess want me to handle this?'

Playing it safe, I rang the doorbell and waited for her to come answer. After what felt like a good minute and plenty of time for her to answer, I opened the door and let myself in. Once inside it was impossible not to notice the cardboard boxes strewn around the family room, kitchen and dining room. Most of them were taped shut and appeared as if we were moving.

Bewilderment and irritation were feelings I had grown accustomed to over the last couple weeks, but what I felt now went well beyond that. 'What was going on?' I thought to myself. 'After all this was she leaving me?'

In a huff I charged towards the bedroom assuming that since she was not in plain sight that was the only logical destination. Upon reaching the room I threw open the door and headed towards the master bath where I could now hear the shower running. In a matter of seconds every bit of submission I had tapped into and every morsel of apprehension had turned to rage. She had gone too far. 

I do not know if she had bothered to lock the door or not, but I doubt that it would have mattered. I pushed through the bathroom door and in an instant found myself standing just beyond reach of the shower curtain. I caught myself for I second as I realized two steam-veiled figures stood before me behind the shower curtain. One was obviously my wife and the other was a man.

My blood began to boil. I was out of my mind. It mattered not that this man had a good six inches and thirty-five pounds on me. Nor did it matter that I had been with numerous women over the last several days. The only thing that mattered to me was that I had done everything I had been asked to do and in exchange she cheats on me and has already packed.

I tore open the shower curtain so hard and fast that I actually broke a few of the rings that held the curtain to the pole. With my left arm reaching out to grab him by the neck I pulled my right arm back in preparation to give him the beating of his life.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the look of terror, shock, and confusion on Jess's face and heard her shriek in surprise. That was when I stopped and turned before delivering the adrenaline-induced blow I was about to give. 

Somehow I managed to stop myself just in time. More importantly, he held himself back from responding to my intrusion. Standing before me were two perfect strangers.

I dropped to the floor catching my breath and trying to get my bearings. The woman before me snatched a towel off the nearby rack and wrapped herself up in it as the man turned off the shower and did the same. My head was spinning. 'This is my house, isn't it?' I thought to myself as I looked around the room perplexed beyond description.

In a matter of seconds the nauseous feeling I thought I had lost came racing back to me. I started retracing my steps in my head trying to assure myself that I was in the right place.

"Hey! Hey!" I heard the woman calling to me, as she reached out and grabbed me and shook me by the shoulder. As I snapped to, I realized I must have drifted away in my confusion, as it was obvious she had been trying to get my attention for a while. 

Finally I was able to focus and she convinced me to get up off the floor and follow her out into the bedroom. From there she excused herself to wish her friend farewell. I could hear her apologizing to him the whole time as he dressed before leaving. Then she pecked him on the cheek and told him to call her tomorrow.

"Sorry," she said, as she stepped back in the room. "I must have gotten my days mixed up. Jess told me you would be coming, but for some reason I had in my mind that it was tomorrow I would be seeing you."

"Jess?" I responded in confusion. Now I was reassured that I was in the right place, but now unsure as to what was going on.

"Yes, your wife," she followed. "She told me she would have you dropped off to me this morning to help out with a couple things. Then I was to send you on a little scavenger hunt."

"A couple things?" I questioned. I was still very lost.

"Yeah, a couple things, Jess sold me the house completely furnished and said you would be better to help explain the ins and outs of the place," she replied.

I had no idea what was going on at this time, but figured giving her the third degree would only add to the time before I got back to my wife and got the real story. So, she threw on a robe and we toured the house together. I showed her the water softener and furnace in the basement and explained how to change the filters and the settings. Then we went over the digital thermostat and some of the interesting features most people did not even know existed. After that I gave her a quick rundown on the in-home entertainment system and how to play music throughout the house or just a couple rooms. Finally I wrapped it all up by showing her how the security system worked as well as giving her detailed instructions on how to change the code.

When we were all finished she dropped her robe and asked if I could do her one last favor. She asked it in such away that made me believe she was hitting on me more than knowing what seemed to be common knowledge of every other woman I had met over the last couple weeks.

I looked up and down her beautifully-defined body and took a step towards her. She really was a sight to behold from the way her dark brown hair draped over her shoulders and framed her fabulous breast, down to the hairs on her expertly-trimmed pussy.

"Is this a request or a command?" I asked.

"An invitation," she responded seductively.

"In that case, I am going to have to pass," I responded. "I want to get back to my wife."

I am not sure if it was the coldness in my voice that stopped her insistence or if it was some sort of a test, but she simply picked her robe back off the floor, slid it over her shoulders and stepped into the kitchen. After reaching into a drawer she pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. Then she told me the instructions were inside. Before I could open it, she told me a cab was waiting for me in the driveway and I could open it once inside.

I nodded my understanding and headed towards the door to let myself out. As I left and began to pull the door closed behind me, she grabbed it and called out to me. "What if I had told you it was a command?" she asked.

I just shrugged, smiled and walked away. It actually felt good to know for a brief moment I had been in control of the situation.

I crawled in the back of the cab and before I could even get comfortable the driver had it in drive and was heading down the road. I tore open the envelope to discover what was inside. What I found was nearly as puzzling as the rest of the day's events. There was a 3"x 5" note card inside and a key that looked as though it might have belonged to a hotel room or something like that. It was about the size and look of a house key except that the number 328 was written on the side.

The card read: I know by now you are either really mad, really confused or both. I am hoping the surprise I have for you at the end will make this all worth while and you will allow me the chance to explain. I know you are going to love it all. I've missed you! Jess

After reading the card a few times through and looking over the key thoroughly I tried to get some answers from the taxi driver. I started out by trying to make some small talk, but I got absolutely nowhere. I even tried the direct route of flat-out asking where we were headed, but that got me no further. After a few more tries I realized I might as well been talking to a brick wall and resigned myself to trying to enjoy the remainder of the ride. 

Finally, after about twenty minutes, we pulled up in front of a large storage facility. "Here we are," he remarked, and then jumped out to open my door. 

Not knowing what else to think or do I stepped slowly from the car and took a few steps towards the gate. I do not even remember hearing the doors close before I heard the tires chirp as he sped away.

Hoping the security guard knew what was going on or could help me out, I headed over to the gate and showed him the key I had been given. He pointed me to a row of doors a couple aisles away from where we stood and then went back to reading his paper.

Slowly, at first, I walked in the direction he had pointed me. As I got closer I realized each aisle was numbered. The first aisle I came to had a sign with an arrow indicating that it was for numbers 100-199. The next aisle had a similar sign with 200-299. By now my pace had picked up and I was stepping quickly towards the third aisle. This time the sign read 300-350 and the individual storage facilities were twice the size of the previous ones making them a little larger than a single car garage.

Curiosity was overwhelming by the time I finally neared position 328 and I was practically running when I reached the door. I fumbled with the key a bit as I struggled to unlock the door. Suddenly I caught myself and thought, 'What am I rushing to? With everything that has happened these last weeks, I probably should be much more cautious.'

Finally, I successfully inserted the key into the keyhole. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Once inside the room I found a string hanging from a light bulb overhead and gave it a tug. There before me was a completely empty room with the exception of one wooden chair and another envelope. I picked up the envelope and ripped it open to see what was next in store for me. From out of the envelope fell a cell phone slightly larger than a credit card and another note.

Strip completely naked and then hit re-dial on the phone.

I would like to say I was surprised by these instructions, but I was not. I walked back to the door, pulled it shut, and then stripped naked. I had almost forgotten how cold it really was until I removed my socks and my feet hit the harsh coldness of the cement floor. At that moment my body shivered and my dick shrunk to practically nothingness. I wasted no time and picked up the phone and followed the directions I had been given. I could only hope they would answer quickly and rescue me from this cold storage room.

After only a couple rings a female voice answered, gave very blunt directions to proceed quickly to 338 and then the line went dead. I checked the phone twice before putting it down just to make sure she had actually hung up. Then I threw it on the floor in frustration. Sure the room I was in was cold, but with that brisk November wind it had to be fifteen to twenty degrees colder outside. Never mind the fact that I might be seen by anyone else at the lot that day.

I went to my door and looked out. Luckily there was no one around. In a flash I took off out the door and headed ten doors down to unit 338 and pulled on the door knob. It was locked. I wondered to myself what I could do. I knew the other door had certainly locked behind me and the key was inside in my pants pocket. I was screwed.

In a fit of desperation and anger I pounded on the door. I knew any second someone would come around the corner and discover me. I half-hoped I would freeze to death before I had a chance to die of embarrassment or get thrown in jail. Just then the door opened and a heavy-set woman in a teal-colored nurse's uniform stood before me and motioned me in.

Once inside I discovered a make-shift doctor's office complete with exam table, swivel chair, desk, and every medical device you would expect to see if you were going for your annual check up. I was instructed to take a seat on the table as the woman pulled on some latex gloves.

Over the next hour or so I was examined from head to toe. I was made to prove my dexterity and responsiveness as well as hearing and seeing capabilities. Every scratch, bump and bruise was treated and then my blood was taken and I was asked to give a urine sample. Finally, after the medical tests were done, I was handed an envelope and pointed to the door.

Slowly I walked towards the door as I opened the envelope and read the card inside.

Proceed quickly to 348.

Once again I stuck my head out to see if the coast was clear before running out the door and down to 348. As soon as I reached the unit I knocked on the door. A second later the door opened and I was jerked inside. The door slammed quickly behind me and I stood motionless in a pitch-black room. I was afraid to move since I could not even see my hand in front of my face.

"Cooperate and this will go much better for you," I heard a soft, yet straightforward, feminine voice tell me. Then she led me a few steps forward and instructed me to stand still.

I still could not see a thing and did not have a clue how she could know what she was doing. Nevertheless I did my best to follow her lead and moved to the desired position. Once in place she took my hands and slid leather mittens over them. At the base of each mitten was a strap that pulled tight around my wrists and at the tip where my fingers reached was a steel hoop that held them together. Now that my hands were secured I heard her clip something onto the end. Moments later they were jerked up high over my head. I gasped in surprise and hoped I would be allowed to see what was going on very soon.

There was something very disconcerting about being toyed with in a pitch-black room. I had become accustomed to being blindfolded and bound, but this was an entirely different sensation altogether. Not being able to see without having something over my eyes somehow threw off my equilibrium. When I hand been blindfolded before I could get a sense of things by hearing what was going on around me or feel the vibration of my counterpart strutting around. However, in this instance my eyes kept trying to focus and did not allow my other senses to heighten as they had so many times before.

"Hold very still," she instructed, as she stepped behind me. My muscles tightened throughout my body.

Suddenly I felt the sensation of cool steel against the inside of my left thigh. The cold heavy object swung forward and back brushing against my backside as it was raised higher and higher until it stopped moving upward once it reached the apex of my ass crack. At this point it had begun to spin a little and I could feel different angles of the object rub against me as its motion continued. Soon it became clear to me that the object dangling behind me was a heavy metal hook.

At that very moment she demanded, "Up on your toes."

I did not even take the moment to think and quickly jumped into position with my toes pointed and my legs stretched, putting me as high up as I could be. In an instant I felt her small soft hand on my ass stretching me open as she pushed the hook into my hole. The point hurt a bit initially but once it was in the pain was more blunt than sharp.

"Now you are all set," she announced proudly, and slapped my ass. "You can relax."

That was far easier said than done. As I let myself down to rest my feet flat on the floor the hook slipped even further up my ass and my hands and arms were stretched forcibly upward. This was hardly a relaxed position.

While I was settling into the most comfortable position I could muster I heard the 'click' of her flipping a switch followed by a low humming sound, then suddenly a loud, 'Blam.' In that same instant a blinding light shot up at me from the floor. It was just as bad if not worse as total darkness. Before I could see nothing because of the darkness. Now I could see nothing for to open my eyes was painful. The only redeeming principle was that the apparent industrial-strength spotlight did emit quite a bit of heat. In addition, I could just make out the shadow of my captor through my eyelids.




Sweet November Ch. 18



"Were you able to satisfy your clients with that tiny little nub this last week?" the woman asked, as she strutted around me. 

"I'm cold," I answered matter-of-factly. I should have known better.

My snide response was meant with a swift, hard slap to the balls, and as a reflex, I pulled my arms down and legs up to protect myself. This had the counter effect of pulling hard on the rope and impaling the hook in my ass even further. I winced in pain and tried to straighten up as quickly as possible despite my agony.

"That is not what I asked you," she snapped.

I stood there silently trying to remember the question. Concentrating was beyond difficult right now.

"Were you able to satisfy your clients with that tiny dick last week?" she repeated unsympathetically.

"Yes," I gasped in response.

"I find that truly hard to believe," she sneered, and then took her thumb and forefinger and began to pull on the head of my flaccid member. She pulled hard and away as if it were something she were trying to rip off, rather than something that was actually a part of me. It took everything I had in me to remain still and composed.

After a few hard tugs it began to come to life. This apparently pleased her by the sounds of her giggling. Once it got to the point of being semi-erect she switched from tugging to slapping. Due to some of the experiences I had lately, I actually enjoyed this and felt myself becoming aroused. After what I would guess to be thirty to forty well-placed slaps, pre-cum was accumulating at the end of my cock and my balls began to rise. She gave me a few more slaps after I reached this point and then stopped abruptly.

By now I was up on my toes in anticipation and my arms had become very tired from holding them up over my head. I grunted my disapproval at her stopping short of my climax, but it was obvious that was her plan all along.

"Please," I whispered desperately.

"You didn't really think I was going to let you come, did you?" she inquired teasingly, as she reached out and twisted my left nipple roughly.

"Yes," I responded hopefully.

"Then you are dumber than I thought," she shot back, and stepped behind me to inspect the hook in my ass. "How does that feel?" she asked as she pulled up on it.

"Fine," I grunted quietly.

"Good," she replied, "because you could be hanging there for a while. You never know how long those test results will take."

"Test results?" I inquired.

"Yes, test results. What do you think we wanted the blood and urine samples for? We can't send you back to your wife all disease-infested," she said bluntly.

"I thought these women had been tested," I said, trembling as a cold sweat began to roll down my body and my member began to go soft.

"They were," she responded, "but you can never be too careful."

Sensing my mental anguish over the conversation, she stepped back in front and took my drooping member in hand. "I am sure you have nothing to worry about," she commented, as she slowly slid her hand up and down my shaft. "It's just a silly formality."

"Maybe I can help you out by giving you something else to think about," she said with a smile in her voice, and after just a few, nice, long strokes she had my attention redirected and my cock jerking in anticipation. In a matter of moments she had me as hard as a rock and at the brink of orgasm.

Suddenly she squeezed my member tightly, flicked my balls, and then stopped addressing my unit altogether.

I exhaled my displeasure.

"I told you that we could be here a while," she laughed. "If I let you come now, what fun would that be?" With that she slapped my ass and disappeared behind me.

I stood there as patiently as I could trying not to think to hard about the tests and concentrate on something more calming. Unfortunately, as soon as I let my mind drift away I would relax my arms, causing the hook to pull painfully at my anus. Over the next half an hour or so, this series of events repeated itself several times before my captor returned to my side.

"It looks as though my little friend is a little tired," she mocked in baby talk, as she held my small, soft member in the palm of her hand.

I just grunted in response. I was exhausted.

"Let me help you with that," she followed, and began to tug roughly on my dick with her thumb and forefinger. As painful as it was, especially considering my situation, it did the job. In a matter of seconds my unit was growing and stiffening like that of a fifteen-year-old boy who had just found his mom's Victoria's Secret catalog.

Over the next forty-five torturous minutes she tugged and teased my cock with incredible skill. Every time I felt my climax reach the point-of-no-return, she brought me back down anyway. It seemed as though I was constantly at the edge of orgasm without actually being allowed to come. This was easily the most wonderfully frustrating sensation I had ever felt. I wanted so bad to be allowed the release, but at the same time I did not want it to end.

Suddenly I heard someone pounding on the door. She was obviously really into what she was doing by the way she jumped at the sound.

"I'll be right back," she remarked, as she stepped quickly towards the door. Her toe caught the corner of the blaring light as she walked away. For the first time since entering that room I was given a glimpse of what she looked like before she had a chance to slide it back into position and I was blinded once more.

After seeing her, my initial thought was this was the type of woman I would expect to be on the other end of a pay-by-the-minute phone sex call. She was not what most men would find attractive, but her sultry voice more than made up for it. She was about five-foot-nine and a bit on the chunky side, although her exact shape was a bit tough to make out between the sweatshirt and blue jeans. Her hair was blonde, shoulder length and wavy. Even though I only saw it for a split second, it was obviously dyed that color. She wore little or no make-up as it was apparent she knew she was not here for her looks.

Once she had repositioned the light she continued to the door, opened it just enough to reach out and take a folder from the person on the other side, and then she stepped quickly back over to my side.

From there she could look over the folder and the findings there in it, as well as mumble to herself just enough to drive me crazy. After thumbing through a half-dozen papers and corresponding remarks of, "Interesting," "Really," and "Hmm," she finally closed the folder, put it down on the floor behind and grabbed my member one final time.

"You will be happy to know everything checked out okay," she began. "Now I have one final question for you. Would you like me to finish you off?" As the words left her lips she gently caressed my erection.

This was actually a tough question to answer. I really wanted to be let down. I was exhausted from holding up my arms and my ass felt as if it were about to be torn in two. However, she was so good at bringing me to the edge over and over again I could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have her expert hands bring me to completion.

"Yes, please," I blurted. I wanted to know how good it could feel, but I knew if I wasted any more time that just meant I would be standing there that much longer.

Immediately she began to stroke my swollen member as she had so many times before. The way she squeezed and released as she rolled up and down the shaft and over the head was like nothing I had felt before. In a matter of ninety seconds or so she had me on the edge. My balls had risen to their all-too-familiar height of arousal and I was standing on the tips of my toes in anticipation. With just two or three more strokes I would be ready to explode.

"Three...Two...One...Oh my...!" I thought to myself. In an instant she grabbed my balls roughly and pulled while simultaneously releasing my hands from their bondage. What was destined to be one of the most glorious orgasms ever had ended abruptly and painfully. 

As the hook fell from my ass, my hands fell instinctively to my groin. Almost immediately she pushed me out the door into the cold and then threw an envelope at my feet. Keeping my left hand in place, I quickly picked the envelope off the ground and tore it open.

358 was all the note said.

'Crap!' I thought. 'That is on the next aisle, I can't believe I have to run naked all the way over there.'

Nevertheless I wasted no time. Not wanting to be seen, I ran to my destination, knocked on the door and then gently tried the doorknob just in case. To my delight it was unlocked and I went in. Once inside I discovered a note on top of a small cardboard box on top of a metal folding chair.

Being naked and cold, I quickly tore open the envelope and read the message.

Open the box and put the contents on. Then have a seat and wait for further instructions. 

'What is in the box?' I thought to myself and quickly pulled back the flaps to reveal the contents: a cock cage. I would like to say I was surprised, but I half expected it.

My member had already gone soft due to the harsh treatment I received at the end of my latest session and the cold air surrounding me. This made putting the contraption on much easier than if I had been erect or even semi-erect even though it was different than any I had seen before. The cage was made entirely of clear plastic and had several unique characteristics. The first one I noticed was the burrs. They were strategically placed so that when the cage was locked there was hardly any space between them and the skin just below the head of my cock. If I were to get aroused in the least bit I would experience the pain for which they were intended. At the base of my genitals was another set of burrs. This set ensured that the only way the cage was coming off was with the key. If anyone were to pull on the cage it would be very painful. The other unique characteristic of the cage was that is actually separated my balls. This was neither a positive nor a negative trait, just something I had not seen in devices such as this before. Typically these things try to keep everything tight and together.

Finally I got everything as comfortable as possible and closed the cage. Then I took the tiny lock and snapped it into place on the underside. After that I took my place on the folding chair and prepared myself to wait a while. 

I was quickly met by two surprises. First off, my focus on the cock cage had totally taken my ability to think logically away. The metal folding chair was ice-cold against my bare ass and felt almost as if I had been bitten as I sat down.

The second surprise was much more pleasant. Rather than waiting forever to find out what would happen next, an envelope slid under the door the exact second that I sat down.

I jumped back up from the chair and seized the note.

In the corner of the room you will find another box; put on the contents, and wait for further instructions.

I had not even noticed the box before, hidden among the shadows. It was much larger than the other. As I began to open it I hoped to myself that there would be clothes inside. Thankfully, I was not disappointed.

Inside the box was a black cotton thong, black leather pants, a long-sleeve orange t-shirt, a leather jacket, a pair of dark grey wool socks, and a pair of black leather boots. I was a little taken back by the outfit, but was not going to be too picky under the circumstances.

As if on cue, the second I finished lacing up and tying my boots another envelope slid under the door. I stood up, did my best to adjust my package through the leather pants without allowing the cage to inflict any pain, then I picked the envelope off the floor.

You are just about done. Proceed to the front gate. Your ride is waiting.

As I walked out the door towards the front of the facility I had to wonder what was next. I had seen my share of dominatrices and leather over the past couple weeks, but rarely was I wearing this much. As I drew closer to the gate and the waiting taxi came into view I surmised I must be meeting Jess at some theme party. The only question in my mind was who the guests would be. "Would they all be women or couples? Would I be the only one dressed like this or would they all be dressed like me? Only time would tell," I thought, as I opened the back door of the taxi and crawled in the back. Inside I found a Burger King bag waiting for me, at which point I realized how hungry I actually was.

As I enjoyed my burger and fries I looked up into the driver's area at the clock on his dash. It was not until then that I realized it was nearly 5 p.m. After all I had been through already, I knew Jess still had plenty of time to do so much more. 

A few bites later, I was done with my burger and fries and was relaxing in the back seat with my drink in my hand. Another ten minutes went by and I realized I had no clue where we were. As much as I enjoyed driving the back-country roads, as well as finding new ways to get through town, none of this looked familiar to me. Several more minutes passed and I found myself being driven slowly down an alley.

Suddenly we came to a stop near the back of a shop. The alley was so narrow that we were only a couple feet away from the building. Seconds after we stopped a blue steel door opened up and a woman began to walk towards the cab. I could only see her from the middle of her torso down, but thanks to the tight leather pants and the little bit of her pink t-shirt peeking out from under her matching jacket I could tell she was definitely a woman. Moments later she opened the door opposite me and climbed inside. To my surprise, it was my beautiful wife, Jess.

Before I even had a chance to say anything she slid across the back seat towards me, wrapped her arms around me, and locked her lips with mine. As nervous as I had been earlier in the day about seeing her, it took me only a split second to catch up with her. By the time the driver had the car in gear we were making out like high-schoolers in the back of a Buick at lookout point.

"I missed you," she gasped, as she caught her breath. Our tongues and lips danced together once more.

"I missed you too," I answered. My fingers ran through her hair as I pulled her to me. For several more minutes we kissed and groped each other before saying another word. The mystery of how we would respond to each other after a week apart had been sufficiently answered.

Finally we broke our embrace and settled back into our seat. Both of us were trying to catch our breath. The excitement of the situation had obviously overtaken us.

"Where are we going?" I asked, hoping to catch her with her guard down.

"Nice try," she laughed. "We both know I am not going to spoil the surprise. Don't worry though, we're just about there."

Moments later we pulled into the parking lot of our local Harley-Davidson dealer. I am not sure how he did it, but the driver managed to get me completely lost while taking us to a place I drive by on a weekly basis.

"What are we doing here?" I asked. Certainly they were not having a gathering here during business hours.

"Come with me," she responded, after paying the driver. She took my hand as we walked toward the glass double doors at the entrance of the showroom. Once inside she walked me toward the corner of the showroom to a red and black Sportster that had been completely chromed out.

"What do you think?" she asked, with a big grin on her face.

I have been wanting a new bike since I sold my last one to pay for our wedding. Unfortunately this was not my style in the least, but I did not want to seem ungrateful.

"Did you buy this for me?" I responded, trying to feign excitement.

She got a big grin on her face and began to nod her head up and down. "No," she responded, "I know you better than that. Let me show you what I really bought you." Then she took my hand once again and led me into the back.

"Where did you get the money to buy me a bike?" I inquired.

"Wait 'til you see the house," she followed. "You fetched quite a lot of money at that auction, and we got just over half of it."

"Really?" I questioned.

"And the auction only accounted for part of it. You would not believe what we got for winning the competition and breaking the auction record," she responded cheerfully.

I was taken back by it all, but at the same time my ego got the boost it desperately needed. On the other hand I struggled a bit with the thought that I was pimped out like this, but that was a conversation for another time.

After leading me a short distance through the service area of the shop, we stood before an all black V-rod with a couple orange accent stripes and blacked out Screaming Eagle exhaust pipes. My jaw nearly hit the floor. It was perfect.

For the next several minutes I just walked around the beautiful machine trying to come to grips with the thought that this was mine. Jess just stood back and let me take it all in. Finally I climbed on, my grin widened even further.

"Is this really mine?" I asked in disbelief.

"Absolutely," she responded. "Now let's get out of here. I've got plans for you." As she said this, she handed me a matching black helmet and a pair of gloves. I started it up and revved the engine a few times before pulling on the helmet and gloves. By the time I was ready she had already jumped on the back with her helmet on and the garage door was opened up for us. Seconds later we were headed down the road in the cool autumn air. For the next twenty minutes neither of us said a thing. I was riding nowhere in particular, but we did not care.

Finally she must have gotten anxious and started giving me directions for where to go. After about a dozen or so turns I found myself driving through a mid-upper-class subdivision. Two turns later she had me headed towards a cul-de-sac. Then she pulled a garage door opener out of her pocket, pointed it towards one of the houses, and the door began to rise. 

As I drove up the driveway, I struggled to take it all in. It was no mansion, but it far exceeded anything I expected us to be living in any time soon. I knew I was a good real estate agent, but I had neither the connections nor the experience to get us this house. Apparently I did not need to.

I had barely stopped the bike in our new three-stall garage when Jess jumped off and ran towards the door. I remained on the bike still floored by the fact it was mine. 

"Come on," she hollered. "It will still be here in the morning. I promise."

Slowly I climbed off and followed after her. Once inside she led me a short distance to the kitchen. The cabinets were a beautiful cherry wood and were accented nicely by a speckled tan counter top. The hardwood floors and the stainless steel appliances really brought the whole room together. Though I rarely had any involvement in the kitchen, I had to admit I was impressed.

"Up on the counter," she said with a smile, as she gestured for me to take a seat.

I hesitated for only a second before following her instruction. Almost as quickly as I found my seat she began pulling off my boots, socks, and pants. I took her cue and removed my jacket and shirt. Moments later the only thing I had left on was the cage. She quickly reached into her pocket, pulled out the key and with a flick of her wrist had it off.

"What was that all about anyway?" I asked

"I just wanted to keep you guessing," she responded with a sly little smile. "My guess is that it worked." Then she kicked off her boots, slid off her pants and walked away.

I quickly jumped down off the counter wondering what she was up to. I followed her into the great room, fixing my eyes on her delicious ass and the pink thong fraught to conceal it. I could not wait to get my hands on it.




Sweet November Ch. 18



"I really love this room," she exclaimed, as she spun around in its openness. "I can hardly wait to decorate it."

Not really listening to much of what she said, I stepped up behind her and began kissing her neck as my hand ran up her smooth stomach to her breasts. For a few moments she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Then she roughly pushed me away before I could get any further.

Giggling she ran in to the dining room and lay down in the center of the room. "I love this carpet. It is so soft," she commented. "What size table do you think we should get for in here?"

"Whatever you want, babe," I mumbled, as I moved in to kiss her some more. 

"Honey, we have a lot of stuff to get," she blurted, feigning frustration. "I am going to need your help."

"Yes, honey," I responded half-heartedly, as I continued to grope.

Once again she squirmed away and disappeared into another room. "This will be your office," she announced, holding her arms up in satisfaction.

For the first time since she got my pants off she had my attention on something other getting her naked. "Wow, this is pretty nice," I commented. "It would be kind of fun to be able to work out of the house."

As I looked the room over, she discreetly removed her shirt and bra, left them on the floor, and snuck out. I think it was only a few seconds, but I cannot honestly tell you how long it took me to discover them. 

Over the next few minutes I searched the house for my half-naked bride. It did not too long to check each room as there was no furniture in any of them. Finally after exploring nearly the entire 3200 square foot two-story, I found her in the one place I should have expected—the master suite. Ironically it was the only room with any furniture at all. She had purchased a couple dressers for our clothes and a beautiful black cast-iron king-size bed. Lying atop the bed was where I found her, still wearing that lovely pink thong.

As I started through the door she stopped me short, "Hold it right there, slave," she commanded. The words stopped me cold in my tracks. My cock was hard and ready and I held my breath wondering what would follow.

"Tonight it's just going to be you and me—husband and wife. But I think it is only fair that I let you know that come morning I am in charge again. AND this vacation you have been on is over. You are expected back in the office tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," I responded, hoping that was the extent of this conversation.

"Good, then I just have one more thing," she said with a smile. "Get over here and fuck me."

I am not even sure if my feet touched the ground as I shot over to the bed. I practically forgot about all that had happened as lust for my wife took over. For the next forty-five minutes I licked, sucked, and squeezed her incredible breasts like a mad man. I ripped off her panties and dove into her pussy as though I was starving. The aroma of sweat and sex filled the air and the sounds of her cries and moans would have been easily heard by neighbors at our old house.

After all that, I could no longer control the intentions of my cock and I rolled her over on her stomach. With her beautiful bottom up in the air and her hands holding tight to the headboard I entered her sopping pussy with ease. I wanted her so bad and apparently she wanted the same.

"Oh yes, you feel so good," she blurted, as I began to thrust in and out of her. My hands were planted firmly at her waist as I admired her ass and the flexing of the muscles in her back. She was so sexy.

It did not take long for me to sense my ensuing climax as my balls rose and I felt the come boiling inside me. With a few more long, hard strokes I reached the edge and emptied my load inside her. To my delight she cried out as her orgasm began for at least the fourth or fifth time that night.

The rest of that night is a bit of a blur. I remember thinking how huge the bathroom and closet were and falling asleep with Jess's head on my chest, but that is about it. 



Sweet November Ch. 19



Monday, November 25th

This morning I woke up to discover she had actually allowed me to sleep in the bed the entire night. However that was where the pleasantries ended. Waiting for me on the nightstand was a note.

Slave,

I hope you slept well. It will be the last night you spend in my bed for the rest of the month. Since there is not much food in the house yet, I expect you to hurry to the store for my favorite muffins and coffee before you head off to work.

Also, I expect you home right after work as I have a lot around here for you to do and I do not want to be kept waiting.

Jess

Quickly I headed towards the bathroom to get ready for my day. After showering, shaving, and so forth, I quickly got dressed for work. Of course this included the silky lavender "Monday" panties she had set out for me. 

Once I was already for work I hurried down to my car and off to the coffee shop on the corner to retrieve her muffins and coffee. Then I headed quickly back to her with the breakfast she demanded.

Upon returning home I headed quickly back up to the master bedroom where I found her waiting for me. I handed her the coffee and bag containing the muffins and then stood there momentarily with eyes downward awaiting her approval so I could head off to work. To my surprise she did not dismiss me.

Jess took a quick sip of her coffee and discovered it was far too hot for immediate consumption so she set it down on the floor next to the bed. Then she rose up from the bed just enough to grab my tie and pull me down to her. At the same time she pulled up her night gown revealing her pussy to me and forced my face down into it.

My first thought was that I was going to be late to work, but I better get going or I would be even later. After a few long licks up the folds of her twat I dove into her and began licking feverishly. In just a few moments I had her at the edge and crying out in orgasm. She released her grip on my head as her climax grew and she began humping my face. After a few more licks she was desperately trying to catch her breath. I pulled my head away and stood next to the bed once again awaiting her dismissal. 

Once again she surprised me. Once again she reached up and grabbed my tie and pulled me down to her now-sopping pussy. Once again I brought her to climax and then rose to stand next to the bed.

This series of events went on at least another three or four times. Never once did she say a word beyond the excitement she exclaimed during her orgasm. Never once did she voice disapproval with my performance or obedience. It seemed as though she just wanted the release and I was the perfect tool to give it to her.

Finally she collapsed back into her pillow and motioned for me to leave. As I walked out the door I grabbed the washcloth I had used for my shower to wipe my face off and another shirt and tie to replace the ones she had abused.

When I got in my car I realized I would not have time to stop in my office before the Monday morning meeting. This was not what I would have preferred, but I was confident that I could pull it off without too much fanfare. Besides, the look on my wife's face when I left was enough to keep me going all day regardless of what obstacles 

I may encounter.

As I drove to my meeting I picked up my cell and prepared to dial my office manager's number, but as I turned it on I realized I had several messages waiting, one of which came from her number and was left about ten minutes ago. I skipped over the other messages and listened to hers. She had beaten me to the punch. I was going to call her to verify location of our meeting and she had left me a message regarding that very thing.

Most of the time we would just meet at the regional office, discuss a few things, and then head out on tours of new listings, but every once in a while a hot property comes on the market and we'd meet there instead. Today's location was a couple-year-old house built on the shore of the river. I remembered walking through the house during the Parade of Homes a couple years ago and thinking how incredible it was. The gentleman who had it built had accumulated a good deal of wealth by holding a couple key patents. He sold the rights to those patents to a couple major players in the RV industry and would never have to work again.

What I loved about the house was that it was something similar to what I would have done if I had come into a bunch of money. It was huge, but not pretentious. It had a pool that was accessible both indoors and out due to a retractable roof. It also had a half-court basketball court in the basement as well as an exercise room and a putting green. He had a small arcade off to one side of the basement with all the classics: Centipede, Donkey Kong, Ms. Pacman, etc... 

On the other side was a bar for entertaining along with a pool table and a poker table. The rest of the house was nice and all, but after seeing all this I could not remember too many other details. As I turned the corner to the road where the house stood I could not help but wonder why he was selling. In a few more minutes I would discover he had grown tired of the place and was moving to a warmer climate, but all that would fade into 'just another detail' as things would become even more interesting.

I parked my car at the bottom of the driveway along with most of the other realtors, grabbed my notebook and headed inside. Moments after I opened the front door the chattering that had been going on fell silent. I stopped dead in my tracks as all eyes fell on me. 

"Oh, shit," was my only thought. "They all know."

I could feel the flood of heat pouring into my cheeks as I blushed in embarrassment. I struggled to stay calm and cool, but I knew it was written on my face.

"Well there he is ladies, and gentlemen," my boss announced, holding his hand out to me as he strutted my way. "You have any hints you want to share with everyone before we take the tour?"

My palms began to sweat, I could not believe this. I wanted to bolt out of the room as fast as I could but his firm hand on my shoulder kept me planted. I looked out to the faces of the dozen or so of my colleagues and tried to read their expressions. Some of them looked excited maybe even envious, but others looked disgusted. I had no idea how much they knew. I gulped hard hoping that words would come to me as I wrung my hands nervously. 

"He's speechless," my boss laughed. "The guy puts on a clinic on how to sell real estate over the period of one week and yet he remains humble. Maybe later, huh?"

'What did he say?' I thought to myself. 'Sell real estate? What is going on here?'

Over the next half hour we toured the house from top to bottom, but I don't think I soaked up anything during that time. All I could think about was what he said and how I had no clue what was going on. I had to get out of here. I had to get back to my office. I had to check those other messages.

Finally the tour ended, before anyone had a chance to catch me I was out the door practically sprinting to my car. As I slid the key into the ignition I was already dialing the numbers to access my voicemail. One by one I listened to the voicemails. Several of them were from women wanting to set up appointments to look at houses. A couple more were from mortgage companies wanting to verify information for their clients. On top of those were a few calls regarding setting up times for closing on some sales.

As I drove towards my office, my mind spun with possibilities, but none of them seemed to make sense. How could all of these deals have gone down without me knowing it? Where did all these clients come from all of the sudden?

A few minutes later I arrived at my office for the first time in over a week. Upon stepping into my office I was met with a pile of notes regarding calls I needed to return. Beyond that there were a plethora of e-mails waiting for me as well.

I was half-tempted to turn around and walk out. It all seemed overwhelming. I had dealt with the turmoil of catching up after a vacation, but this went far beyond that. This was as if we were in a real estate boom and I was the only game in town.

I took a deep breath, sat down at my desk and started writing down names and numbers in order, making sure I did not call anyone twice and I kept all the information straight. I knew there was a lot to tackle, but I did not want professionalism to suffer because of the challenge.

After spending a good while getting organized, my phone rang. It was the boss wanting to meet for lunch. I looked at the clock and could not believe it was minutes from noon. I convinced him I was far too busy right now, but would love to do it another time. Normally I would have never turned him down, but I knew he would be prying for information I did not have at the time. In addition, I think I managed to impress upon him the fact that I was going to rest in spite of my obvious successes. 

A few moments later I was finally able to start returning phone calls. Every call I made to a potential customer seemed to be a potential 'home run'. Each of them knew exactly which house they wanted to look at and seemed to have their ducks in a row financially. In addition I was able to schedule 6 appointments with these women at the times they wanted without conflict and all in the next two days. There were several more spread out over the week after Thanksgiving, but I expected that to be the rule not the exception. There was one other strange thing: all of them were women.

The last few hours of the day were spent sewing up some details of a normal sale. As the afternoon progressed I came to the realization I had somehow managed to sell six houses to out of town clients basically by phone. All of them either had their finances already taken care of or simply wrote a check. This was incredibly unusual not only because I was not in, but also because typical house sales takes weeks or months, not a couple days. Once again there was a curious absence of men in any of these transactions.

By the time I had finished all my calls it was time to call it quits. I leaned back in my chair and looked back at the disarray covering my desk. I had just started the 15th or 16th page of notes on my notebook and only got half way through a sandwich our receptionists brought in to me when she realized the light on my phone had almost constantly been on for over five hours.

Before I stood to leave I rifled through my notes. In the margin of the paper I had jotted down my commissions on the seven pending sales. Until now I had not bothered to tally them up. It was well over $50,000. If I could also pull off the sales on just the appointments I scheduled today, I would make more money in a month than I had the first two years I spent at this job. I had to run the numbers through my calculator three more times before I finally let myself believe it.

Finally, after a long, mentally draining day, I turned off my computer, grabbed my jacket and headed home. For the first time all day I wondered what Jess would have waiting for me when I got home. This was also when it hit me I was coming home later than usual; I knew there would be hell to pay.

I rushed home as quickly as I could. When I got there two trucks were parked in front of the house, both said Ethan Allen on the side. As I pulled up the driveway I had to be careful not to hit any of the furniture sitting in the driveway waiting to be moved into the house, but I managed to maneuver my way into my spot without too much trouble. Upon closing the door to my car I was immediately met by my wife's loving arms around my neck and a sensual kiss. It was as if she did not even know I was late, just happy to see me.

As we walked into the house she took my jacket and things and told me to grab some pizza from the box on the kitchen counter. "After all, we have a lot to get done tonight," she reminded me as she hung my jacket in the closet.

Trying to relax for a minute or two while I ate my pizza, I chose not to spill anything about work and my recent windfall. After all, I did not want to count any chickens before the hatched.

"The rest of the help will be here soon," Jess announced, as she skipped into the kitchen where I sat. "I threw some clothes on your bed so you can work in something more comfortable." I finished two more pieces of pizza and a can of pop without giving it another thought.

When I reached the top of the stairs I headed to the Master Bedroom where I had stayed the night before. I discovered the door was locked and I remembered the room she had told me I would be staying in for the remainder of the month. Upon entering the room I discovered it was outfitted with a simple folding cot with a paper bag on top of a pillow at the head. In the corner sat a metal folding chair with a blanket draped over it. It was not much, but I only had a few days left, so I was not going to complain.

I walked over to the bag and dumped the contents out onto the cot. There before me lay a gray t-shirt, navy blue sweat shorts, a pair of white athletic socks and a pair of tennis shoes. At this point I was convinced she was really going to put me to work. I wasted little time getting dressed before hurrying off to find out what she needed done. As I wondered the house looking for her I realized the shirt hugged my physique rather nicely showing off my muscles and, to accent the look, the shorts showed my ass off rather nicely as well.

After checking a couple different places I heard the door bell ring and headed for the front door. I was certain she would rush to the door to greet the "help". My suspicions were correct. As I reached the foyer she was opening the front door. In came four of the most beautiful young women I had ever seen. None of them could have been over twenty, maybe twenty-one and they were all dressed in t-shirts and sweats.

"Honey, can you show them to the dining room?" Jess requested. I tried very hard to maintain some composure and led them to the room where Jess already had a tarp down and all the painting supplies laid out. Once we got there the ladies immediately went to task, opening buckets of paint and taping the trim off. I went to find Jess.

As I approached the living room I heard Jess say, "That can go right over there." When I came around the corner I discovered she had hired some men to help as well. I was certain they could not have been much older than the ladies and were equally attractive.

After the men put the couch in place and left to retrieve another piece of furniture a few more walked in carrying end tables and lamps while Jess motioned where to put them. Jess turned to me and smiled placing her hand over my package and patting it lightly. "Isn't it nice to have a few college kids around to help get the house ready?" she whispered knowingly in my ear. "And they're cheap too," she added.

"Yes, it is," I answered, with a grin from ear to ear.

Suddenly her patting turned to harsh squeezing as she grabbed my package through the shorts. "I don't care what happens," she warned, "if I see even a hint of an erection while those girls are here you will be severely punished."

I whispered my understanding and she released me. Immediately she carried on with her directions to the young men as if nothing happened.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot," she apologized. "I don't like the light fixtures in the dining room, formal sitting room, or the hall between. I need you to change them. The new ones are sitting out in the garage. Also, I told the girls if they needed anything to come ask you since you would be right there."

I nodded my understanding and started for the garage, and then she stopped me, "Don't forget what I told you," she reminded me, wagging her finger. I nodded once again and continued to the garage. 

After retrieving the new fixtures I dropped the ones marked for the sitting room off and left the couple for the hall just inside the doorway where no one could trip over them. After that I proceeded to the dining room to drop off that fixture when I realized that was the room the girls were painting. In the back of my mind I knew there would be no room for another body in there, but at the same time I thought maybe replacing the lights before the painting was done would look better anyway. So I headed to scope it out.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the room I discovered the girls were now dressed much differently than before. Not one of them had a stitch of clothing on. After all I had seen in the last couple you would think I would have taken it in stride, but these four were exceptional. It was rare to see women with such nice tans this far north in late November, but this went well beyond nice tans. In addition to the tans, they had great legs, tight buns, nice breasts, flat stomachs, cute faces... the total package. 

I stood there with my mouth agape for at least a minute or two and while they certainly noticed my presence they continued going about their business as if this was completely normal. Later I discovered that, to them, this was normal. A lot of college kids made extra money painting during summer vacation or holiday breaks, so these girls found a different way to market their wares and give them a marketing edge. I have to say: I approve.

Suddenly the warning of my wife echoed in my head and I became terrifyingly aware of the stirring in my pants. I quickly ran off to the bathroom to splash my face with cool water. Jess, no surprise, stepped up behind me and cupped my ass with her hand as she began to speak.

"Hey, Honey, I am glad I caught you," she said innocently. "Could you do the dining room first? There is still enough sunlight in there to do it with the power off and I would like to make sure I can have that room done when my girlfriends come over tomorrow for lunch."

For a moment I tried to argue that the painters were in the way and I did not want to bother them. She assured me I would not be in the way and that she did not need them to paint the ceiling anyway. I felt trapped...and for good reason.

Reluctantly I gathered the tools necessary to do the change-out and flipped the power switch for the dining room. Once I returned to the room it took all the concentration I had to move straight to the middle of the room, position the ladder, and loosen the existing light without glancing even a little around the room. I knew if I allowed myself just one look, it would quickly turn to two, and then three and so on... 

After that I could not be sure that I would be able to follow Jess's order.

At the top of the ladder I was relieved to discover that the old fixture came off rather easily and that the wiring was done nicely as well. This meant I would not have to fuss around too much fixing someone else's sloppy work.

As I finally got the last wire off the present fixture disconnected and held the weight of it in my hands I felt a tug at the hem of my shorts. "Honey," Jessica began as she continued to pull my shorts down around my knees, "It is awfully rude of you to conceal your goods from these lovely ladies when they have so openly displayed theirs to you."

I locked eyes with her preparing to argue my case while trying to maintain my balance, but her stare was more potent than mine and showed she meant business. "You're right, babe, I wasn't thinking," I responded, as I carefully lifted one foot and then the other allowing her to remove my shorts and panties. Then I climbed the rest of the way down the ladder to place the light on the floor and my t-shirt in her hand. Her evil grin told me she was not concerned about my socks and shoes, but was more pleased by the attention she had drawn from the ladies who had completely stopped painting and turned to watch the show.




Sweet November Ch. 19



"Now ladies, isn't that much better?' she asked, as she traced her finger tips across my bulging bicep, over my taut shoulder, across my muscular chest and down my rippling abs, stopping just short of my still-obedient member.

"Yesss," they seemed to hiss in unison, and they looked me up and down as if trying to devour me with their eyes.

I leaned over to grab the new fixture determined to finish the job unscathed when Jess slapped my bare ass. I looked up inquisitively and she just waved as she walked out of the room with my clothes in hand.

Resolved to finish the task, I climbed the ladder with fixture in hand and went back to work. That was when the girls really got into it. Instead of painting quietly with an occasional conversation about some class they were taking or a movie they loved, they were now standing together staring up at me. Their whispering kept me from knowing exactly what they were saying, but I did manage to catch a few strategically spoken words: cock, delicious, ass, hard, fuck, and swallow were the ones that seemed to hit me the hardest, breaking my concentration. 

In spite of my mental efforts to halt my arousal I could sense my cock was growing. By now sweat was beading on my forehead as I struggled to connect the wires and get the screws in place. I could hardly concentrate and I was getting the feeling these ladies were in it with my wife. Nevertheless I continued on and managed to get the job done. After I was confident I had everything in place, I returned to the breaker box to restore power to the dining room. 

As I flipped the switch to restore power I thought I would allow myself an extra few seconds to recover from the teasing. I really needed to let my dick relax a little even though it was not completely erect yet. Suddenly I felt her warm breath on my neck, the cool sensation of her breasts pushing against my back, and her hand sliding around my waist quickly followed by her fingers wrapping gently around my member. I inhaled in both shock and delight. Her body felt so good against mine and my cock began to fill up her hand.

"Wow, it's rather responsive!" she remarked. Initially I had thought it was my wife standing behind me, but now I knew better and pulled myself away quickly and turned to face her.

"What are you doing?" I blurted.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she responded. "I'm Kelly. I guess I should introduce myself." She walked slowly but methodically towards me as I backed toward the corner of the basement until I was stopped by the framing of the unfinished wall.

I stuttered a bit trying to figure a way out of this. She smiled coyly as she continued forward until her small soft hand met my member once more. As her fingers lightly danced on the underside of my shaft she spoke again. "You looked so delicious up there on that ladder; I just had to get a closer look." 

I tried to think of something clever to say, but I could do nothing more than stand and stutter. My cock continued to grow as I looked down into the deep brown eyes of this confident young woman. I wanted so badly to go, but at the same time her luscious lips and longing eyes seemed to beckon me to stay. That is saying nothing about her perky tits with perfectly upturned nipples that seemed to be whispering, "Lick me, tease me, nibble just a bit."

Suddenly I heard a loud bang come from upstairs and I was jolted back to reality. "I better go check that out," I blurted, and pushed her away as I shot past her up the stairs to check out the commotion. 

Upon exiting the basement I headed toward the Great Room where I thought the noise had come from. Not only did I find the source of the noise—a dolly that had fallen over—but I found that Jess had talked all the guys out of their clothes as well. There she stood, directing the men where she wanted every lamp, end table, couch and cushion while she enjoyed a glass of wine and enjoyed the scenery.

One of the men noticed me and in doing so tipped off my wife that I was standing just a few feet behind her. As she turned to see what he was looking at, I realized I was as hard as a rock and had no way to conceal it.

Jess immediately noticed my predicament, took another quick drink of her wine, set down the glass and headed towards me. Without saying a word she grabbed my cock and continued walking without ever slowing down. For a second I thought she would jerk it off as she led me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. She pulled me just inside before releasing me and then headed for the closet. After rummaging through a couple boxes she hollered out to me, "I hope this little exercise I am about to put you through will help you take me seriously. I hope it will help you learn to control that dick of yours." She found the bag she was looking for and started towards me and continued her assault. "Frankly, I would have thought the week away was enough for you to learn a few things, but apparently you still think that dick is yours to do with as you please. Apparently, you need to be put in your place."

As she continued to tell me how worthless and disobedient I was she grabbed my cock once again and led me back down the stairs and back to the great room. As she entered the room she hollered for all the people in the house to meet her there. In just a few seconds they were all there wondering what was going on.

Under different circumstances it would have been a beautiful sight to behold. There I stood in the middle of the room with my wife's hand holding my engorged cock. Four incredibly sexy women stood looking on. There nipples were hard with excitement and they each appeared to be biting their lips in anticipation. It was obvious they expected something, but were not sure what.

The half-a-dozen guys were also standing around in anticipation. They were all athletic in build and relatively good looking, I suppose. In addition, they seemed less concerned about what would happen to me, but about how they could get a piece of one of those girls, or perhaps, my wife. They had managed to keep their cocks in check up to this point, but I am sure the chance to relax and the change of scenery was starting to awaken their nether regions.

"Let me have your attention for a second," Jess began. "I hired each and every one of you to help me get my new house ready. For fun, I thought it would be great if we all did it naked. Are you having fun?"

"Yes," they all responded enthusiastically.

"I thought so," she followed. "Now the only rule I made for my good-for-nothing husband was to not get too excited. Was that too much to ask?"

"No," they all responded again. 

"Does he look too excited?" she asked, directing attention to my swollen member.

"Yes," they responded once more.

"Then he must be punished and humiliated for embarrassing me," she announced. 

Then she motioned for one of the men to bring a chair over to her. She took a seat, placed the bag on the floor at her feet and then pulled me over her knee like a child. Immediately she began spanking me with her bare hand and belittling me in front of the onlookers. 

SMACK!

"You are worthless!"

SMACK!

"You are disobedient!"

SMACK!

"That dick belongs to me!"

SMACK!

This verbal and manual punishment went on for several minutes until my ass was beet red and her hand was too sore to continue. When she finished she pushed me off of her lap and onto the floor. As she stood to her feet she reached into her bag and ordered me to stand. The first item she produced was a set of handcuffs that she quickly used to lock my hands behind my back. Then she pulled out a pink ball gag. Almost as quickly as she locked the cuffs in place she had the gag lock in. She pulled my hair pretty bad when she did this, but I don't think she cared at all. Finally she pulled out a harness with a butt plug on one end and a cock ring on the other. 

With almost no concern for me she dabbed a glob of lube on the plug and shoved it in. After that she forced the cock ring down over my erection and pulled the straps on the harness as tight as she could. It was incredibly painful as it pulled the plug further into me and squeezed tight up against my pelvis. Finally she locked two small padlocks into place on each side to keep everything in place.

"Okay, ladies," Jess announced, as she spun me around and gave my cock a good hard smack. "You can do whatever you like with him. I guarantee he cannot come, and I guarantee he won't go soft." The ladies eyes gleamed with anticipation. "But if you can prove me wrong, there is an extra five hundred bucks in it for you."

"Men," she followed, "of course you can stay if you like." With that she kicked me behind the knee forcing me down to the floor and then left me to the wolves.

Before I had even hit the floor the women were all over me trying to get at my cock and win the prize. After a few seconds of chaos I felt the women moving away and saw one of the men hovering over me. "Ladies," he began as he held them back, "let me make a suggestion. What you are doing here has zero chance of success. If you are going to win that money, you are going to have to work together. One of you should play with him for a little while and the others can play with us. If you play your card right the added stimulation of watching all of us could be just what you need to push him over the edge. However, if Jess ends up being right, at least we can all have a good time trying."

After all the girls had a moment to think about it they all agreed it was a good idea. In a matter of seconds three of the girls had moved over to join the guys leaving me with just one to toy with me. She was quick to help me up and move me up to sit on the chair Jess had been sitting in. As soon as I sat back in the chair she began to lick my shaft from top to bottom. Her tongue felt terrific on my rod. She was hitting all the right spots and had my head spinning. After a little while, she moved on to sucking and quickly took my whole cock down her throat. I had been deep throated before, but most had worked their way up to it. She wasted little time and began bobbing up and down like there was no tomorrow. It felt great. I could feel my balls struggling to rise and the cum boiling inside me, but no matter how good it felt, I could not cum. It was just too tight. Nonetheless she continued on, and I was not complaining.

To my left one of the girls had her hands wrapped around a sturdy, young cock and was licking the head. At the same time another strapping young man was planted firmly behind her with his hands on her hips plowing her from behind. Their panting and moaning grew heavier and faster with every passing moment.

To my right was Kelly, the only one whose name I knew. She was lying on the couch with legs spread wide with a guy's face buried in her pussy. It was obvious she was really enjoying the attention as she was having a hard time concentrating and keeping up with the dick between her lips. He did not seem to mind and was able to keep up his pace regardless of her distraction. The sounds of their slurping were nearly as loud as the moans of the other group.

Just over my girl's shoulder I saw the final girl and guy. She was lying flat on her back with her legs over his shoulders. He was grunting deeply as he thrust deep into her over and over again. She was crying out as she approached orgasm. He hands gripped tightly to the edge of the table on which she was laid, her boobs bounced aggressively with every movement they made. 

The scene was incredible around me, not to mention the special attention I was receiving myself. If the cock ring and butt plug were not so tight, this might have been the best experience thus far.

Over the next hour or so I was given a lot of attention and witnessed a lot of incredible things. Each woman took a turn trying to take me over the edge, but despite their efforts I just dangled at the edge of orgasm. The smell of cum and sweat in the air was pungent and the non-stop grunting and groaning was a constant reminder of my bondage. No matter how they tugged or pulled, no matter how the licked and sucked, I could not give them the reward we all so desperately desired. 

During this time I watched in delight as these men took these women in dozens of different ways, all of which seemed to result in the same desired conclusion. But it was eventually determined that they could take hundreds of shots at me and they would still fall short.

Finally, one by one, the ladies had an epiphany. Finally they reached the same conclusion I knew all along: the challenge Jess gave was given because she knew it would entice them to torture me with pleasure, a pleasure that could never reach its destination and therefore would turn to pain and frustration. 

When they finally figured this out for themselves, I thought for sure they would give up and leave. I thought for sure they would be happy with the fun they had and call it a night. I was wrong.

By this point all the men had all the action they could handle and were content and headed for the door. The women realized the levity of Jess's plan to humiliate and torture me and apparently became intrigued. They all wanted to know more. They hurried off to find Jess.

I sat there for several minutes catching my breath. Drool and sweat ran down onto my chest and stomach. My head actually began to pound along with the beating of my heart. As I looked down, I could see my still-erect cock as hard as it had ever been. The veins protruded up and down the shaft and a purplish red hue enveloped it. I could practically feel the heat emanating from it onto my thighs. My balls were tight and purple and felt as though they would pop from all the attention they had been receiving. I took great pleasure in this small break I was receiving, but had a feeling the night was not over.

If I leaned up just right I could see the clock on the oven blinking 12:00. For the first time all night I began to worry about how late it really might be and how I would manage to make it to work in the morning. As I continued to worry about this, Jess came back into the room, with her newfound followers right behind.

At her request the ladies stood me up while one of them uncuffed my wrists. Once that was done Jess unlocked the sides of my harness and removed the plug as well as the cock ring. I rubbed my wrists and my waist where the marks were left. As the blood returned to those areas I became more aware of how tightly I had been bound.

Jess got down on her knees and began playing with my cock. She pulled and tugged my shaft while she caressed my balls with her other hand; it felt so good. In a matter of thirty seconds I could feel myself approaching the explosion I had been denied all night. Two of the girls took my arms and held me up as she continued to tease. The cum inside began to churn as my balls tightened. It felt so good.

"Not yet," Jess teased. "Hold it a little longer for me." Her expert hands worked up and down my shaft holding me at the edge. After all she put me through I still wanted to please her and struggled to hold back. 

"Keep holding it," she ordered. Now she strummed her fingers along the underside of my shaft. I was there. I needed to come. I was ready to come. All I needed was permission and a little more stimulation.

I clenched my ass cheeks and stood up on my toes trying to control myself. My balls were full and bulging. I desperately needed release.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kelly handed Jess a medium-sized plastic bowl. Jess immediately took the bowl and held it tight over my genitals. The bowl had been filled with ice and water. I actually screamed a bit as they held it in place, the icy cold water caused a burning sensation over the entirety of my abused member, as it shrunk away to nothingness. I struggled a bit to get away, but they held me tight until they were done. Finally, when I was completely numb, and felt no further pain, they pulled the bowl away and allowed me to drop to the floor in exhaustion and misery.

"See ladies?" Jess cackled. "The key to controlling a man is his dick. But that is only the beginning. If you truly want to own a man, you must not only control his dick, but the pleasure he is allowed to have with it."

The girls all nodded their understanding. I lay motionless on the floor in the fetal position, my hands cupping my enlarged balls and my still-shrinking prick.

"Tomorrow I might let him come, or I might not." Jess continued. "The key is to keep him guessing and find the right level of punishment and reward. When he embarrasses me like he did tonight, I had to embarrass him even further. In addition, a level of physical punishment had to be added. Had he been able to follow my orders I would have allowed him to service me orally later or perhaps even masturbate for me. Do you all understand?"

They young women acknowledge their understanding. Their countenance indicated their desire to learn more, but Jess was tired and ready for bed. As Jess led them to get dressed she let them know how they could learn more, but they were too far away for me to understand. Moments later Jess was standing over me as I heard the door close behind the ladies as they shuffled out the door.

"It's a little after midnight," Jess announced. "I am going to bed. When you get done putting up the lights in the hall you will find a cot and blanket in your bedroom."

Without another word she strutted out of sight.



Sweet November Ch. 20



Tuesday, November 26th

I woke up this morning in a bit of a daze. I would have thought falling asleep on the cot she left for me to sleep on would have been more difficult, but apparently the festivities of the night before coupled with a little manual labor and a long day at work really wore me out. Frankly, I do not even remember lying down.

Nevertheless, there I was, reaching to turn off the alarm at the start of another day. The only thing separating my naked body from the rough canvas of the cot was the thin blanket I had wrapped around me. I wanted to lie there for a few more minutes. I wanted desperately to get another hour or two of sleep, but I knew better. Jess expected certain things from me before I left for work, plus it looked as though I was going to have a big day at work anyway.

I rolled off the cot and landed on the floor with a thud. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I retrieved my suit, shirt, socks and panties of the day from the closet. They were conspicuously the only things in that closet. Then I headed off to the bathroom she had assigned me to and began my daily routine.

From the point I got into the shower to mid-morning are a bit of a blur. I am sure I prepared Jess the breakfast she required and I am sure I did a few things to prepare for my appointments, but all those details fade when I think about the sales appointments I had on this particular Tuesday.

Let me explain: Real Estate can be a funny world. No sale is ever the same as any before it. Every customer has different ideas of what they want, what is really important, and what they will compromise on. Some have to have a fireplace, others a laundry room and still others only seem to care about the proximity of the kitchen to the garage. The trick is to figure out what excites your client and then do your best to find properties that showcase those items.

Then there is the money. Some have a lot. Some do not. Some are flexible on what they will spend; others are not. Couple this with my earlier statements and you have a whirlwind of possibilities. And that is not to mention location, location, location.

When you put these variables together along with all the myriad of personalities we run into, Real Estate can be a very interesting yet frustrating business. Just when you think you have the perfect house, in the perfect place, for the perfect price, something else suddenly becomes more important. It is not unusual to invest a lot of time with a particular client with little or no pay-off. 

Taking all this into consideration, this Tuesday was the strangest of my career. I had three appointments today. Each of them went perfectly. Each of the women showed up right on time. Each of them knew exactly what they wanted. Each of them had funding already in place. Each of them made a reasonable offer on the first house they looked at within an hour of looking at it. Each of the offers got accepted almost immediately.

I kept pinching myself. I kept looking around for hidden cameras. Could this be real?

The next thing I knew the time was approaching five o'clock. I had a busy, but incredibly prosperous day and I was going home on time.

When I arrived at home Jess was relaxing on the couch with her feet up, allowing her nail polish to dry. As I stepped through the door she immediately motioned me over. Bending down for what I expected to be her orders for the evening, she gently but potently grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers for a long, wet passionate kiss.

Initially I was caught off-guard, but I quickly got in the groove. My tongue danced with hers as our eyes closed together in unison. I could taste her martini on my lips and enjoyed its loitering on my tongue.

"I have a surprise for you," she smiled. "Go put on the outfit I have laid out for you and then come on back."

"Yes, mistress," I responded inquisitively and she slapped my butt playfully as I headed off to the room she had me set up in. I could not help but wonder what her fiendish mind had in store.

Upon entering the room I immediately came upon the clothes she had laid out for me. They were a bit different from most anything she had asked me to wear, so that made me a little more curious than usual. I quickly removed and dispensed of my work clothes and pulled on the black leather chaps and white ribbed t-shirt. It was obvious the shirt had been tailored specifically for me as it hugged me nicely in all the right places. I could not help but admire the way I looked in the mirror down the hall. In fact my ass cheeks looked downright spectacular encased in black leather. 

I quickly headed back to the couch where Jess had been lounging and cleared my throat to announce my arrival. She laid her magazine down and turned to face me. "Ooh, don't you look...delicious," she cooed. "Come over here and let me get a closer look."

As I stood before her she motioned for me to spin. Slowly I turned until I was facing away from her. At this point she kindly ordered me to stop as she ran her nails up and down my cheeks. "Tell me about your day," she requested, as she continued to rake my behind gently.

"Excuse me?" I responded, thinking this was a curious question to ask.

"How was your day?" she followed up, sounding the slightest bit perturbed. 

"Funny you should ask," I replied, as she spun me the rest of the way around and turned her attention to my boys and began fondling them gently. "The last couple days have been absolutely incredible. I have never sold so many houses in such a short period of time. Apparently I sold a few while I was out and a few more since my return. I really can't explain it."

"That's great," she responded calmly, and she turned her attention to my now semi-erect member. "So all your hard work is starting to pay off."

I could not tell for sure, but I felt like something bigger was going on, something she was not telling me. Nevertheless I just answered in the affirmative, "Yes, I guess so."

"Very good, now let me tell you about my day," she said, as she gently rubbed the head of my penis with the tips of her fingers with one hand and strummed the underside of my balls with the other.

"First off, you may have noticed, just about all the furniture has been moved in. All the TVs and stereos in the house have been set up the way you like them, including surround sound and cable. All but a couple rooms are painted the way I wanted them, and the kitchen has been fully stocked," Jess announced, proudly. 

"Wow!" came my genuinely surprised and impressed response.

"Secondly, I decided to reward myself by giving myself a pedicure and procuring this here martini." She raised her glass and took another drink.

"Lastly, I have a couple surprises for you. The first is a sort of game room I have outfitted for some fun we can have together. The second is that I already got some playmates for you to try it out with," she smiled coyly, and took her last drink before placing the glass on the floor and rising to her feet.

"Follow me," she said invitingly and released my now fully-erect cock and walked towards the basement door. She was simply wearing a pink tank top and some running shorts, but the sway of her ass and the bounce of her tits took the hardness of my cock to another level.

As we walked down the stairs she began again, "The previous owner of the house had a theater room down here for watching movies, but when I learned about all the effort they went through to soundproof it I realized what a huge waste it was to leave it as a theater."

She led me to the door of the room and stopped just short of opening it and turned to face me once again. My curiosity was piqued. I wanted to know exactly what she had done to this room. I wanted to know who was waiting inside. I wanted to know what was next.

Jess stood up on her toes and grabbed me once again kissing me deeply. When she finally released me our eyes locked, "I love you," she said and then opened the door and led me inside the dimly-lit room.

As I looked around I began to put together her meaning of 'game room'. She had transformed it into a room dedicated to sexual exploration. There were cuffs, chains, and various lengths of rope hanging on one section of the red velvet draped walls. There were whips, paddles, and flogs at another spot. Vibrators, dildos, and strap-ons, were scattered across another section. In the corner there appeared to be some sort of dressing room where a glimpse of leather and lace was peaking out. In the center of the room sat a queen-size bed with a black cast-iron head and foot board. The sheets were a deep purple, almost black, and appeared to be satin. Sprinkled throughout the rest of the room were various devices that could be used for bondage or sexual gratification. Some I had seen before in recent days. Others I had not.

Finally Jess grabbed me by the hand. I felt like a kid in a candy shop trying to take it all in. It was both exciting and intimidating all at once. She led me to the farthest corner of the room where a black curtain concealed a small section of the room. Stopping just short she motioned for me to wait as she pulled back the curtain. With all that was going on in the room I had actually forgotten about the 'playmates'. That is until she began to pull back the curtain revealing them to me.  

There on the floor bound with leather cuffs and chains were the two of the young women from the night before. They each wore only a plain white t-shirt that fell just below their crotch and cuffs on each wrist and ankles. A length of chain connected through the loops on the end of all their cuffs and was locked in place around one of the steel foundation pillars. In addition, they had a bandana tied around their heads and stuffed in their mouths. At this point I was unsure if that was for show or not.  

Jess stood behind them with arms stretched out with a big smile on her face as if presenting them to me as presents. "They're all yours," she announced.

I was very confused. I am the slave. I still have a few more days. 

Sensing my confusion she began to speak, "They came to me impressed by the way I controlled you and longing to have what I have. I told them to come back today and I would teach them more. I decided that rather than teach them, you could show them. After all, who knows more than someone who has been through it like you have?"

I stood there a little while in stunned silence. On one hand I was intrigued by the idea, but on the other I was not prepared to do anything to them against their will.

Jess began again, "I told them, 'to become a good dominatrix you had to understand the limits of your counterpart.' I told them, 'you have to know how far you can go before you break them.' I told them, 'the only way to really understand is to experience it for yourself.' And then I told them, 'sometimes being the slave is twice the fun of being the master.' Then they both agreed to be yours for the evening."

That was all I needed to hear. "So who are they?" I asked as I began to stroke my cock slowly but methodically in anticipation.

Jess answered, "Their real names are not important. You can call this one Slut and this one Whore."

"Perfect," I responded. "Those fit them nicely."

"I am glad you approve." Jess responded. "Now I am going to bed. It took a lot of work getting this house ready and I am exhausted." Before pulling the door shut behind her as she exited the room, she let me know that when I was done with them I could simply "send them on their way".

As I heard the door close behind me I immediately shifted my attention back to the two girls in the corner. I had no idea where to begin, but I knew this was going to be a lot of fun. I stepped quickly over to where they were bound and realized I had forgotten to ask about the key to the handcuffs. Not wanting to bother Jess I determined it must be somewhere in the room and set out to find it.

As I searched the room it actually gave me some time to get my bearings and discover some of the amenities of the space. In addition it gave me some time to think about what I would do with my new 'toys'.

Finally I discovered the key hidden in plain sight on the center of a table placed near the corner of the room where the ladies were bound. Thinking back, they were making a bit of noise trying to get my attention. It is likely this was why.

As I unlocked their cuffs I began to go over some of the rules for the evening. I started with the simplest of instructions by informing them to speak only when spoken to and to call me Master. I also made sure they knew the importance of a quick response. Lastly, I gave them a safe word since I was confident this was their first encounter on the submissive end.

Now that they were free from their bondage I removed the bandanas from their mouths and instructed them to remove their t-shirts as well. They both complied quickly but I would not go so far as to say eagerly. The over-confident, sex-crazed women from last night were now much more timid and reserved.

"Okay, Slut, show me what you've got," I ordered.

They both stood motionless for a moment. "Oh, sorry, that's me isn't it?" she spat apologetically and then took a step forward and spun slowly for me to inspect.

Slut had very short fire red hair in a pixie cut. Her green eyes sparkled atop her thin pointed nose and pert lips. At 5'5" she was very cute with pale, soft skin and carnation pink nipples perched upon her small but perky tits. She was thin and had almost no ass at all, but I found myself mesmerized by the thin patch of red hair hovering above her tight little pussy. Under different circumstances I might have dove into it right then and there.

"Okay, that will do," I remarked curtly and motioned her back into place. 

"Yes Master," she replied and quickly found her spot.

"Now it is your turn, Whore." I followed with arms crossed maintaining my composure and the illusion of control.

The second girl stepped forward and began to spin for me. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swayed charismatically with her every movement. Without knowing anything about her I could tell she was the enthusiastic, go-big-or-go-home type. Her deep brown eyes were large and inviting and completed her sultry brows and luscious lips. Whore was an inch or two taller than Slut, but she seemed to be all legs. They were very shapely and though her feet were bare I could easily envision them in some black stilettos. Her fabulous legs crawled deliciously up to her pear-shaped bottom. It seemed a little large for her frame until you happened upon her salacious c-cup breasts with nipples the size and color of pencil erasers. Her shaved pussy was nice, but I kept coming back to those nipples as my mouth began to water.

"Good enough," I spoke without emotion and pointed for them to have a seat at the foot of the bed while I fetched a few items.

Despite my efforts to maintain my edge and not show my enjoyment of the women displaying themselves before me, my dick was unwilling to cooperate and was rapidly working its way to complete rigidity. At this point I could only hope their nervousness outweighed their observation and deduction skills. I kept my back to them as I perused the room for my tools of tease and torment, in hopes that my erection would subside at least a little before I returned to them.

After several minutes of collecting I stood before my Slut and Whore once again. My cock was semi-erect, but I was okay with that especially considering the ideas that ran through my mind as planned the remainder of the evening.

"Alright Whore, let's go," I barked, as I motioned for her to follow me over to a large wooden X which I hear is called a St. Andrew's Cross.

"Yes, Master," she responded quickly, as she chased me over to the cross. 

I turned her facing towards the device and fastened her wrists as high up as I could on the upper arms of the X. Then I began to fill her in on a little bit of my plan. "I hope you don't mind, but I am just going to lock you up here while I go play with that friend of yours." With both wrists locked tightly in place I moved down to her ankles. "I'll get back to you and that luscious ass of yours soon enough." Now that she was completely secured with arms and legs spread wide I gave her butt a nice hard smack and then walked away. She grunted just a little in time with the blow.

"Okay, Slut, now it's your turn," I announced as I walked quickly towards her and motioned for her to stand. Then I led her over to a contraption I had seen on the floor earlier and knew I wanted to try out the second I saw that little red landing strip of hers. The device was, in a sense, a set of stocks, but to leave it at that would not be doing it justice.

First off, I had her lie down on her back on a padded floor mat that was part the object in use. I locked her in place at one end by a stock around her neck and a simple hook pushed into place to keep it closed. Her hands were locked into the same board wrapped around her neck. 

Now that her upper body was immobilized I moved onto the bottom half. For that her legs were locked into stocks just below her knees. Then the locked board was fastened to two risers at the edge of the mat in line with her waist. This pulled her legs back and slightly open, exposing her scrumptious pussy to me to use however I deemed fit.

Now that I had her in place I could not help but stand back and enjoy the view. Directly in front of me lay a spectacular specimen of a woman bound in such a way that her pussy practically begged to be devoured. Just a few more feet a way stood a voluptuous woman bound upright with her ass turned invitingly in my direction. My cock now stood at full attention.

After admiring my work for a moment or two, I went to retrieve a couple of the items I had set aside and then quickly returned to my Slut on the floor. "I love to eat pussy," I told her as I kneeled down at the base of her contraption, "I could eat it for hours, especially after it is sopping wet and dripping with satisfaction."

She began to squirm a bit as I spoke. Her anticipation and excitement was rising with every word I spoke. 

"I am going to get you jump started," I whispered, "while I go torment that Whore for a little while."

I had selected a vibrator that was what I would have considered neither small nor large. It was only about 8" long and hummed nicely as I turned it on. I would have liked one with more pulsating action, but this would certainly do. I held the vibrator against her clit for a few seconds as I gave her a couple last second instructions.

"This better be in place when I get back," I started, "and I don't want to hear so much as a peep out of you while I am gone. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she whined, and I pushed the vibrator into her pussy before rising to walk away.

As I stepped up behind Whore I rested my right hand on her left ass cheek. "Did you miss me?" I inquired as I gave it a good squeeze.

"Yes, Master," she cooed.

I leaned in close so that my lips brushed against her ear as I whispered, "You have an incredible ass."

"Thank you, Master," she replied, as I continued to rub my hand up and down her backside.

"I think it would look simply amazing in crimson," I continued. My hand wandered along the very bottom edge of her ass to the crease where it met the top of her legs. I simply love this area. I could never explain why, but I do.

"How does that idea strike you?" I asked, adding special emphasis to the word 'strike'.

She swallowed hard. It was obvious she was nervous or possibly even scared. "Whatever pleases you, Master," she responded.

"Very good," I replied, and my hand continued exploring her bottom and down her crack until I reached up underneath and found the gloriously soft entrance to her pussy. She moaned gently as my fingers slowly opened her up and slid up into her. She was getting wetter by the second and her smell, combined with Slut's, was delectable.




Sweet November Ch. 20



It took all the discipline I could muster to step away for a moment and gather the implements I had chosen to 'paint' her bottom. She sighed moderately loud as I pulled my hand away when I left.

In a matter of seconds I was back by her side but this time I had a yardstick in my hand. Teasingly I swept it across her nether regions just allowing her to know it was there. "For now I will leave you as you are," I told her, "but as we progress I am going to test you dedication to me. I am going to find out how determined you are to please me. You do want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes, Master" she replied. The anxiousness in her voice told me she did not know what she might be getting into, but was willing to find out.

WHACK!

I pulled back the stick and landed it across both cheeks, again.

WHACK!

It whistled as it cut through the air with every swing.

WHACK!

After the third blow she finally let out a yelp. My cock jumped a bit. 

WHACK!

Another yelp escaped her lips.

WHACK!

After the fifth swat I stopped and held my hand on her rapidly warming bottom.

"Not bad," I told her, "You took that rather well. Are you ready to move on?"

"Yes, Master," she whimpered.

With her affirmation I reached up in front of her to tease her fabulous tits. To my delight her nipples were hard as diamonds and poked out a good inch and a half further than before. I tweaked each nipple in unison as I reached around her with both hands. As I cupped, fondled, squeezed and pulled, my erection slid back and forth against her dampening pussy lips. Judging by her moans we were in close competition as to who was enjoying this more.

Without pulling myself too far away from my position I reached over to the table where I had set my toys. Quickly and without warning I pulled a blindfold over her eyes and down below her pony tail. Then I gathered two wooden clothespins, one in each hand. I traced the underside of her breasts and then worked out and over the top before coming down across her nipples. She cooed softly as she nestled her head back against mine almost lovingly.

Finally, without letting on exactly what was in my hands, I squeezed the ends to open them up. Carefully I looked over her shoulder as I worked them both into position. Then slowly I released them allowing them to clamp down on her aroused nipples. Instantaneously she gasped and threw her body back into mine. I was not entirely surprised by her reaction and had already begun moving away as I released them.  For several seconds she took several quick, hard breaths trying to regain some composure, but by the time she did I had already grabbed my next utensil.

Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring, I continued on. "While your bottom is definitely red," I started again, "it isn't exactly what I was looking for. Are you ready for your next session?"

"Yes....Master..." she cried softly.

Without confirmation of her approval I pulled back the cold steel paddle and swung it forward to meet her right cheek.

WHACK!

She let out an audible grunt as the holes of the paddle not only allowed me to move the paddle swiftly but left a dozen or so evenly spaced holes across her derrière. 

WHACK!

The second blow landed with equal force on her left ass cheek.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I alternated from one side to the other working diligently to turn her entire ass crimson.

WHACK! WHACK!

With a couple more swats this round would be done, but she did not know that. By now she was visibly in pain. Her ass burned and she struggled to dodge each strike even if that meant she was only able to deflect it a little. No matter what she tried she was bound too tight and accomplished almost nothing.

WHACK! WHACK!

I landed the final two swats just as hard, fast and calculated as the previous eight. Then I dropped the paddle on the table beside her, signaling to her that this portion was complete. Finally she stopped holding her breath and dropped her head a bit in relief. Without even touching her I could feel the heat emanating from her beautifully painted bottom and her arousal was visible in the moisture accumulating between her thighs.

"I am very proud of you, Whore." I whispered, once again allowing my lips to graze the corner of her ear. As I reached up between her legs and gently flicked her clit with my finger tips she began to moan and struggled to push herself down on to my hand. "This is really getting you worked up. Isn't it?" I responded.

"Yes, Master," she panted desperately.

I teased her twat just a little longer then abruptly pulled away. "I have to go check on Slut," I announced, much to her disappointment. 

Upon returning to my bound slave on the floor I found she had successfully kept the vibrator in place. I also found a sopping wet pussy and an incredibly frustrated Slut.

"Did you miss me?" I asked, as I slowly slid the vibrator in and out.

"OH, yes, Master I did," she blurted, as she squirmed.

"That is so good to hear," I responded. "Now it is very important that you don't make a sound during this next part, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she affirmed.

The second she agreed I pulled the vibrator swiftly from her pussy and replaced it with my own thirsty tongue. She was even wetter than I had imagined and filled my mouth with her juices which I drank up eagerly. Her taste was salty sweet; I could only compare it to warm, freshly made caramel corn, and that far from did it justice. With every lick and thrust of my tongue I found myself growing hungrier for her dessert. I buried my face between her legs and gripped her ass for leverage. Despite my warning to remain quiet she was crying out in ecstasy as I ate her for all I was worth. 

Though I sensed my own exhaustion and a need to catch my breath I wrapped my lips gently around her clit and sucked on it like a newborn suckling for its lunch. Moments later she began to thrust up into my face despite her bondage. A moment after that, she soaked my faces in a wave of fluid like I had never experienced. It was both shocking and exhilarating at the same time. 

"Fuck me, Master! Please, please Fuck me!" she begged, as I pulled my face from her pussy.

While my cock was more than ready and I was more than willing, I determined that making her wait would cement my control of the situation. Besides, she had not kept quiet as she had been told, and now she had spoken without being spoken to.

"Sorry, Slut, not now," I apologized. "You broke the rules, and I am a firm believer in quick and immediate punishment."

She lay silent for a few seconds recalling her transgressions. "I am so sorry, Master. Isn't there something I can do to make it up to you?"

"Oh, you will," I promised. "You will."

I pulled myself up off the floor and went and grabbed a tool for her punishment. Then I returned to her with a riding crop in hand. It was just long and pliable enough that I could work it rather effectively without even leaning over.

SMACK!

She shrieked as the first strike came without warning.

SMACK! 

I landed another blow and acquired a similar result. Frustrated by her inability to remain silent I leaned over her and grabbed her by her hair and locked eyes with her. "I thought I told you to keep quiet," I barked.

"Yes, Master, you did," she answered. "I cannot help it."

"Well I guess I will have to help you then," I followed up, and stepped angrily away after giving her head a modest shove in disgust.

A minute or two later I returned with a ball gag and roughly pushed it past her lips and between her teeth and immediately locked the strap in place behind her head. After that I returned to my position of authority over her with riding crop in hand once again. 

As I prepared to discipline her once again I looked down at her raised bottom and blossoming pussy. They were completely covered in my saliva and her juices. That whole area of her body glistened with moisture. I knew that combined with her boney butt the wetness of her ass would accentuate the pointed slaps she was about to receive. There was no way she could stand the kind of abuse Whore did.

I slid the flap of the crop up, down, over and around her entire nether regions. I watched her shudder as I slid it just inside the folds of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. Finally I pulled it away and she sensed I was ready to start again.

SMACK!

First her right cheek...

SMACK!

...then her left.

SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!

I continued in rapid succession alternating from cheek to cheek.

SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

Little red welts were scattered all across her bottom. She shook with every blow but she took them all in stride. Just to keep her on her toes, I grabbed the vibrator once again, turned it all the way up, and pushed it into her. She moaned one long deep moan and then began convulsing in orgasm almost immediately. If I had not seen it for myself, I might not have believed it. She went from agony to ecstasy, practically in seconds.

I returned to Whore and without announcing my presence began unlocking the straps holding her in place. As soon as I finished I instructed her to turn and face me. To my delight the clothespins were still in place and her nipples and parts of her breasts were purple.

I reached up and flicked one. With her eyes still covered she was obviously surprised and it obviously hurt. She bit her lip to maintain her silence. I was impressed. I reached up and flicked the other, again the same reaction. I almost felt guilty, but I was enjoying my moment of power and I loved the way her tits swayed.

After a couple more flicks I gently removed the clothespins. As the blood returned she let out a sigh of relief then suddenly a shriek of pain. While she anticipated relief the sudden increase in blood flow actually produced an incredible amount of pain. She immediately covered her breasts with her hands in agony.

I could not help myself. I pulled her hand away, leaned over and wrapped my lips around her left nipple and began to lick and suck it vigorously. She gasped in surprise as the pain quickly subsided and then whispered a delicate, "Thank you, Master." I spent a couple minutes there and then gave the right breast equal treatment.

When I had finally had my fill of fun I pushed her gently back towards the cross once again. This time I had her facing out. Once again I locked her hands and ankles in place and then I took another strap and pulled it tight around her waist. I wanted to try something out that I had not noticed on this contraption until after I was letting her off.

"Are you ready?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master," she answered with obvious confusion in her voice.

I got down on my knees and unlatched two clasps at the bottom of the device. With a little push I was able to spin the cross upside-down. As I did this she let out a tiny scream of surprise. I really could not blame her. Once I had her in place I locked it in so that she hung there at my disposal.

I rose to my feet and discovered my suspicion was correct. This put her sopping pussy at a perfect height for me. I took a couple steps forward and began licking the entrance immediately. She was so wet from the previous excitement and I loved every drop of it. She had a more tart taste than others I had sampled but a sweetness as well. It was like chocolate covered strawberries and I could not get enough.

I plunged my face deep into her hole for what seemed like hours, but I am sure was closer to twenty to thirty minutes. Her legs trembled several times during my feast so I feel confident to say she enjoyed the experience. I got confirmation of that when I finally released her and took off her blindfold. She fell to her knees and tried to engulf my throbbing cock right there. I stopped her short letting her know it was almost time.

I told Whore to go rest on the bed for a moment while I released Slut. When I removed her vibrator and ball gag she begged me once again to fuck her. I snickered a little and told her "not yet". Then I removed the rest of her bondage and instructed her to join Whore.

I gave the girls a couple minutes to recuperate and decided to put the toys I had used away. I was delighted to find there was even a sink to wash them off with. I knew I would face Jess's wrath if they were not cleaned and properly put away.

Finally I returned to my Slut and Whore and let them know their evening was almost over. Then I told them they were going to take turns giving me a blow job. This seemed to excite both of them as they licked their lips.

"There is a twist to this little game," I announced, "You are to give me pleasure for as long as possible without making me come."

They looked at each other and then back to me. They were completely confused.

"For me," I told them, "there is nothing better than being held on the brink of orgasm for as long as possible and then coming in one giant explosion. When I can't take it anymore I will let the one of you who has done the best job finish me off however you would like. The loser must stay and watch."

To my delight they glared at each other as if to say, 'his cock is mine!'

"Any questions?" I asked.

They shook their heads 'no'.

I approached the edge of the bed and stood before Whore. She cupped my balls with her hands and began to lick my cock from top to bottom. It felt spectacular. I let her continue for several minutes before pushing her away.

Before I could even get in position Slut was grabbing for my cock. She wasted no time and took it in her mouth. After three or four bobs she looked up and locked eyes with me. I could feel my balls rising, but let her continue for a couple more minutes as I struggled to maintain composure.

Finally I switched back over to Whore. This time she took my cock in her mouth, but rather than bob up and down she worked her tongue expertly up and down the underside of my shaft. I was in heaven.

Again I pulled myself away. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. Slut hungrily enveloped my member with her mouth and in a few seconds had completely engulfed it. The sensation of thrusting down her throat pushed me dangerously to the edge. At one point I grabbed a tuft of hair at the back of her head thinking I could just shoot my wad down her throat and be completely satisfied with the evening, but I somehow stopped myself and pushed her down on the bed.

"Okay, Slut you win," I announced, "How would you like it?" I held my throbbing member in my hand waiting for her decision. Whore remained in place somehow hoping to get a piece of the action. At this point I did not care.

Slut turned over and got into position on all fours. Then she looked back over her shoulder at me and said it once more, "Please Fuck Me, Master."

I did not even hesitate a second and crawled up on the bed to mount her from behind when I heard a voice behind me shout, "Hold it right there."

We all turned in shock to see Jess standing there. In our excitement we never heard her sneak in. I imagine that was the point.

"As I said last night, 'he doesn't come until I say he does,'" she barked.

I could feel my glorious evening turning to tragedy. She had set me up in the worst kind of way. In some of my previous dealings I was set up to wonder if I would be allowed to come or not. But in this case it was a foregone conclusion.

"Get your things and go, girls," she shouted.

They both ran to the corner, grabbed a couple of duffle bags hidden behind a curtain and ran out the door. I could not say for sure if they were in on this last part or not.

Jess motioned for me to come to her. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. My erection was still wet with pre-come and saliva and had already begun to wither.

She laughed softly but deeply as she drank in my degradation and frustration. Then she reached out and touched the underside of my cock, holding it up a little, basking in my humiliation. "Not yet," she cackled, "not yet." Then she turned and walked back out the door.

"I'll see you in the morning," she called back, and disappeared up the stairs.

I stood there in shock, my balls aching and a string of pre-cum hanging off the tip of my cock. I could not help but wonder what tomorrow would hold.



Sweet November Ch. 21



Wednesday, November 27th

It is five o'clock in the morning on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I am exhausted from a month of craziness and my alarm just went off. I would love nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, but as turned off my alarm I discovered a note Jess had left for me.

Slave,

Take a shower and get ready for work, but leave your clothes off. I want to do a complete inspection when you bring me my pancakes.

I climbed out of bed and moved immediately to the shower to get ready. I spent a few extra minutes shaving and grooming the areas I knew were of special interest to her. I felt very confident that I would pass with flying colors.

After that I headed down to the kitchen to prepare her pancakes. I used a little more oil than would be typical because I knew she liked them to have crispy edges. While I waited for them to finish I warmed up the syrup and poured her a glass of milk and set it in the freezer. She liked her milk as cold as possible.

Finally the pancakes were done. I arranged them nicely on the plate and then put everything in the dishwasher as quickly as possible. After that I grabbed a fork and knife, the milk and the syrup. I knew she would be delighted.

Upon reaching her door I knocked gently to announce my arrival. "Come in," she responded with a sense of irritation in her voice.

In seconds I stood before her with her breakfast, inquiring where she would like it placed.

"Right there is fine," she responded, gesturing towards an empty night stand next to the bed.

As soon as I set them down she was out of bed and next to me. She was wearing a lavender silk short set that clung nicely to her body and revealed her hard nipples to me. The softness of the fabric against my thigh felt great and filled my mind with thoughts of romance rather than pure animalistic lust.

"Time for your inspection," Jess announced as she grabbed my waist and spun me around. "Put your hands on your head and spread your legs shoulder-width apart."

As always I followed her orders quickly and without a word. She thoroughly enjoyed the control she had over me. For the most part I enjoyed it as well.

For the next couple minute she groped me from head to toe as she checked just about every nook and cranny from behind my ears down to between my toes. As she neared the end of her inspection she took a seat on the edge of the bed and ordered me closer. For the next several minutes she spent just as much time looking over and fondling my genitals as she had the rest of my body. By the time she was done I was hard as can be and she was cupping my balls in her hands.

"These seem really full to me," she remarked wryly. "I bet you could really use some release."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, knowing it mattered not how much I pleaded or begged. She had a plan and I had better do my best to enjoy the ride.

For another minute or two I struggled to stand still as she gently squeezed my engorged balls. Every once in a while she let out a tiny giggle. It was obvious she had some sort of devious plan running through her mind, but I could do nothing more than wait and see what the day would hold.

Finally she released them and reached over to pick up her breakfast. "You may go now," she said with a smile. "Have a good day at work."

I could tell she was up to something, but what could I do? I hastily returned to my room, got dressed for work and headed out the door.

After arriving at work it did not take me long to get to task. I had a ton of paperwork to do and, luckily, very few distractions to keep me from getting them done. The day before Thanksgiving is a throw-away day in real estate. No one is looking for a house today. To prove it, try walking through a grocery store that day. It's crazy. Just about everyone in the world is there. Frankly there are not even that many people at the office. A lot of them took the day off to travel or prepare for company. It felt a little bit like a ghost town, but I did not mind as I had plenty to do.

Suddenly my phone rang. I thought about letting it go to voice mail, but after the third ring decided against it. "Good Morning, J and J's Realty," I answered. "How can I help you?"

"Good Morning, Slave," came the sultry response. "Do you know who this is?"

I knew exactly who it was. It was Amber. Amber was the twenty-something vixen who sold sex toys to the lingerie store where my wife worked. She was also one of the first truly sexually dominant women I encountered. On top of that she was absolutely insatiable. No matter how much attention you paid her perky tits, tight ass and scrumptious pussy she still wanted more.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered nervously.

"Good," she purred. "It is time for us to have a little fun."

"Excuse me?" I followed unsure of what was going on.

"Just do exactly as I say," she ordered, "and everything will be just fine."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, as I swallowed hard.

"Very good," she started again, "now unzip and pull down your pants."

"I can't do that," I responded. "I am at work."

"I know exactly where you are," she shot back, "and you will do exactly as I say. Now pull down your pants."

Nervously and as discreetly as possible I unzipped and pulled down my pants. "They are down, Mistress."

"And your panties?" she inquired.

I quickly slid those down and answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, now let's get started. We need to get that cock of yours hard, so start stroking it."

Anxiously I complied. The door to my office was open. Someone could walk in at any moment. If they stepped close enough I would have a lot of trouble hiding myself.

"While you work on that dick of yours," she teased, "I am going to tell you what I am wearing. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Nothing," she blurted. "I am naked as the day I was born. I am lying here on my bed wiggling around on top of my sky-blue satin sheets. The way they tickle my skin has my nipples at full attention and goose bumps scattered all over my body."

I was hard in seconds just thinking about her perky tits and twenty-something physique. I wished I was there, but with a little effort I could see her in my mind.

"Oh, ya," she continued, "and I shaved this morning. I hope you don't mind. I left three tiny little triangles of red pubes just above my pussy, just for fun."

"No, Mistress, I don't mind." I answered. I was practically shaking in expectation. My mouth watered at the thought of how she must look.

"Certainly you are hard by now, right Slave?" she inquired sheepishly.

"Oh, yes, Mistress," I responded emphatically.

"Good, now I want you to stroke exactly as I say and don't you dare come until I say. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress," I stammered.

"Okay, now let's begin. Up...Down...Up...Down...Up...Down..." she began, at a slow but methodical pace. 

"I want you to wrap your whole hand around your rod as you stroke," she interjected before returning to her rhythmic instruction. "Up...Down...Up...Down..."

For several minutes she went just fast enough to keep me excited, but too slow to accomplish much more.

"How are you doing, Slave?" she asked.

"Good, Mistress," I sighed.

"Let's pick up the pace," she responded, "but don't loosen that grip. Up...Down... Up...Down... Up...Down..." 

In a matter of moments I could feel my balls rising as the anticipation grew. I started to think about what she said and wonder if she might actually allow me to come.

"Up...Down...Up...Down...Up...Down..." she continued.

Out of the corner of my eye I looked up to see one of the assistants approaching my office. Thankfully she saw that I was on the phone and thought better of interrupting. On the down side I had lost my focus a bit and had not heard Amber's question.

"I said, 'Are you getting close?'" she barked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered apologetically.

"Slap your balls for me," she demanded. "I should never be kept waiting on an answer from you."

"Yes, Mistress," I complied.

"Harder," she insisted, half-a-second after following her directions. It was almost as though she was in the room.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered again. The slapping had the curious affect of causing a good deal of pain while driving me closer to orgasm.

"That's better," she remarked. "Now let's continue, Up...Down...Up...Down...Up...Down..."

After twenty or so strokes my balls were rising again and pre-cum was forming on the tip of my member. Having a sexy woman tell me exactly how to masturbate was an incredible turn-on.

"Now faster," she announced, "Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down,"

By now my breathing must have gotten pretty fast and heavy. 

"Not yet," she reminded me. "Not yet."

It felt so good. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and the incredible tingling sensation that arrived just before ejaculation.

"Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down," she continued mercilessly.

I clenched all the muscles in my nether regions I could, to maintain control.

"Take your hand off your cock. NOW!" she ordered.

I groaned in discontent and misery. My balls ached for release. My cock had been throbbing in anticipation, but now it was desperately yearning for satisfaction.

Just as I thought she was done she spoke again, "There is an envelope in your top right drawer with my name on it," she told me. "Find it and take it out."

Sure enough, under a pile of papers, there it was: 'Mistress Amber' written in bold red.

"When you find it, open it up," she instructed.

"Okay, Mistress," I responded indicating I had found the rubber band she had placed there for me.

"Grab your balls," she ordered, "and wrap that twice around the base. Then stuff your junk back in your pants and get back to work."

Before I could say another word she hung up. I followed her orders, pulled my pants back, and tried to get some work done in spite of my recent arousal and now present precarious condition. 

When my assistant finally returned a couple minutes later she commented about me "not looking so good". I convinced her I had to deal with an irate customer and was just a bit flustered. I answered her other questions, and then we both returned to our work.

A couple more hours passed and I was really getting into my work. If it were not for the bondage of my boys, I might have gotten lost in the day and forgotten about my earlier phone call. As lunch time approached and my stomach began to growl my phone rang once again.

"J & J's Realty," I answered. "How can I help you?"

"Hey, Babe," came Jess's voice across the line. "I am out running some errands and was wondering if you would like me to drop something off for lunch."

"Wow," I replied. "It's like you were reading my mind."

She giggled a little and followed with, "I'm just down the road at the deli. Is the usual okay, or would you like something different?"

"The usual would be great," I answered.

"Okay," she responded. "I'll see you in a bit. Love you."

"Love you, too," I replied, and then we hung up.

Over the next ten minutes I continued on with my work, but nothing significant happened before she arrived. Frankly, nothing significant happened WHEN she arrived. Jess simply dropped off my food, gave me a peck on the cheek, told me she had a lot more to do to get ready for Thanksgiving, and then rushed out the door. I am not even sure I got a word out beyond, "Thanks."

As I ate my lunch I continued with my work. I was really happy with the amount of paperwork I was flying through. I hated this part of the job, put when I am able to find a good rhythm it is not so bad. Suddenly my phone rang again.

"Good Afternoon, J & J's Realty. How can I help you?" I answered cheerfully.

"Is that rubber band still in place?" came the abrupt question across the line.

"Yes," I answered hesitantly. The voice on the other end was familiar but not Amber's.

"Yes?" she shot back.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded quickly not knowing who this was or where this would lead.

"Good," she responded, and then proceeded without pause. "On the corner of your desk you should find a small white box. Take it and its contents to the bathroom with you. You will know what to do. I will call back in twenty minutes. If you are not seated at your desk there will be hell to pay." As the promise of punishment lingered in my ear she hung up the phone leaving me to follow her orders.

My mind was spinning a bit. Many thoughts and questions bounced around in my head. "I do not remember seeing that box there this morning. Jess must have placed it there when she dropped off my lunch. What could possibly be in the box? Was that Laura on the phone?" It was definitely angry and insistent enough to be Laura, but I could not say for sure. 

As I collected my thoughts I reached for the box. Inside I discovered an interesting looking butt plug. It looked something like a dark purple Christmas Tree. It was small with a rounded-off point at the top. As it descended down it grew wider before tapering in a little at the second level. The second tier started out a little thinner than the widest point on the first, but the time it descended to the third level it was nearly twice its diameter. The third tier was similar to the second only larger. By the time the fourth and final tier had reached the base it was several inches across. I swallowed hard as I felt its immensity. I was only partially relieved to find some lube in the box as well.

Before taking off toward the bathroom I checked the halls to ensure I stood little chance of running into anyone. Though I knew what I had to do and that I had to hurry I hoped I would not have to explain why I was carrying a box to the bathroom with me. I was happy to see an empty hallway and hear a near-silent office. As I approached the bathroom I had never been more grateful that the owners had decided to go with smaller private bathrooms as opposed to larger multi-stall ones.

After entering the bathroom and locking the door behind me I placed the box on the counter next to the sink and carefully slid off my shoes, pants and panties. I may have been able to accomplish my task with my pants pulled down, but I did not want to risk it. I removed the plug and the lube from their container and quickly and carefully applied a liberal amount to the tip and down the sides. After that I took another glob and reached back to apply it to my asshole. It was a strange feeling doing this to myself, especially in the bathroom at my office.

When I finally felt I could proceed I took the plug in my hand and pushed it at the entrance of my backdoor. The first tier went in easily and the second took only a little work, but I struggled to get the third tier in. I must have looked truly ridiculous bent over in just a shirt and tie, trying to impale myself. One glance in the mirror confirmed my suspicion but also brought my attention to my growing cock and swelling purple balls.

"Concentrate," I told myself. "I don't have much time left." I pushed harder and could feel my anus opening up to allow the third tier in. The stretching was erotically painful. Finally I got it over the third hump. I only had one more to go. That would be a more daunting task than I imagined.

For the next several minutes I pushed and pushed to get it in but I could not. My cock tingled with anticipation, but my ass just flat out hurt. After several more tries I realized it was useless and I was running out of time. I grabbed my panties and pants and pulled them back on then slid on my shoes and waddled gingerly back to my office trying to keep the plug in place. I even went so far as to fold my hands behind my back to cover the bulge in the back of my pants in case anyone were to see me.

As I approached my office I heard my phone starting to ring. As quickly as I could I made my way to my desk and answered the phone. A bit out of breath and finding it tough to get the words out I answered, "uh...Good Afternoon, uh...J & J Realty. How can I help you?"

"What took you so long?" she barked as I picked up the phone. "I called three times."

"I had a little trouble, Mistress," I apologized. "I am so sorry to have kept you waiting." As I uttered these words I lost focus of the situation and took a seat in my chair as I came around the desk. A rather audible yelp escaped my lips as the force of my sitting pushed the plug completely into place. The pain was sharp and intense going in, but the stretching I now felt was almost euphoric.

"We'll deal with your indiscretion later," she announced. "Right now, I need your pants and panties around your ankles."

"Yes, Mistress," I complied. As I raised myself up to pull them down I could feel the full measure of the plug filling me up.

"How hard are you right now?" she asked. It was at this moment I knew it was Laura. Something about the way she emphasized 'hard' reminded me of an earlier encounter.

"Rock hard, Mistress," I admitted.

"Oh, you like having your ass filled up, don't you slave?" she laughed.

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted again.

"How ironic," she remarked, "because right now I am down in my basement where I had you strung up, thinking about fucking that ass of yours. I am standing here in a black leather corset that pushes my spectacular tits up and together in the most inviting way. Can you picture me, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned. When I closed my eyes I really could picture her. She had such a sexy, dominating presence for an older woman, and she had worked really hard to keep her figure. (Of course the plastic surgeon had helped a little too.) She must have looked truly fantastic and menacing all at the same time. Without her even mentioning it I could see the dark eye liner around her eyes and the deep red lipstick painted around her devious smile.

"I am not wearing any panties either," she began again; "I am wearing a brand new strap-on I just got from Amber. It is only about eight or nine inches long but it is almost as thick as that plug up your ass. I can hardly wait to fuck you with it. Jess won't mind, will she?"

"I don't know, Mistress," I huffed.

"You're not touching yourself, are you, Slave?" she demanded.

"No, but I want to, Mistress," I blurted.

"We'll get to that," she promised, "but right now I am having too much fun playing with my 'cock'. I feel so powerful with this between my legs," she admitted. "I am getting so excited stroking my shaft. I can't help but think about having you on the floor in front of my licking it, getting it ready for its grand entrance into your asshole. After you got it nice and ready I would shove you down on the floor and pull your arms behind you. I would slide my dick in your ass and the pull on your arms to allow me to thrust as hard as possible. You would like to have your ass pounded, wouldn't you, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed. The idea of it sounded exciting, but in reality I knew how painful it would have been.

"Smack your cock for me, Slave," Laura ordered.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I could hardly believe the words were escaping my lips.

"You heard me," she barked. "I bet you thought I was going to have you stroke it."

She laughed for a moment... "By now you have to be on the verge of exploding. I am not going to let you stroke it now. Take the palm of your hand a slam it down hard on your cock," she ordered again.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Again," she barked a mere second after I landed the first blow.

"Again," she barked even louder. This continued until I had smacked it ten times in succession with a good amount of force.

"You can stop now," she said meekly.

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied. My dick was red as can be and I could actually feel the heat emanating from it. 

"Now one last thing," she told me. "Grab the base of your shaft and squeeze it as hard as you can and count to ten."




Sweet November Ch. 21



"One, two, three, four..." I counted.

"Its oozing now, isn't it?" she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered in surprise. A few small globs of pre-cum seeped from the tip of my cock for several seconds. I had taken myself to the very edge without experiencing an orgasm. Worse yet, I was made to do it to myself.

"Ha," she scoffed, "Now wipe yourself off, pull up your pants, and get back to work."

Like earlier, she hung up before I had a chance to get out another word. I followed her orders, but this time it took nearly twice as long before I could get totally engrossed in my work and actually get some things done.

Over the next couple hours my phone rang a couple of more times, but this time they were actually important calls from clients. It was not until I started counting down the minutes until five o'clock that I got the call I had anticipated.

"Good Afternoon! J & J's Realty. How can I help you?" I answered.

"I bet you are just dying for release, aren't you?" the voice on the other end teased.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered. I recognized the voice right away as belonging to Kate. She was not as domineering as the earlier two, but something about her really did it for me. At forty she was quite the head turner with a great tan and fabulous tits. There was also something about her presence in general. Maybe it was her voice or the way she carried herself. I just could not put my finger on it, but I was already beginning to feel the stirring in my pants just knowing it was her on the phone.

"Well let's get to it," she said, "pull those pants down and get that dick out for me."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered. Just then one of the assistants stepped up to the door and waved letting me know she was leaving and I would need to lock up. I nodded my understanding. She wished me a "Happy Thanksgiving," and then headed out the door.

"Go ahead and stand up now," Kate ordered. "and you can remove that silly thing from your ass as well as that band around your balls."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said gratefully. Lube dripped from my ass as I pulled out the plug. I may have gone a little overboard, but I was glad I had even though my butt had actually gone numb. I took a couple tissues from my desk drawer and wiped up the excess. When I carefully removed the rubber band from my testicles the blood rushed back as did some of the color. Initially it was very painful, but after a few deep breaths I felt a lot better.

"Are you ready now, Slave?" Kate asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Good, I want you to put the phone on speaker so you have both hands available to you" she began. I quickly did as she asked. "Now I want you to open the e-mail I just sent you. You can sit back down if you'd like."

As I opened up the e-mail she continued on, "There are a large number of pictures in the attachment. Pictures I think you will find very...interesting. Pictures I think you will find very arousing. As you click through the pictures you may take as much time as you like looking through them, but you must masturbate the whole time, but, as you already know, you may not come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Good," she followed, "when you are all done you will receive further instructions. If you stop masturbating or quit without looking at all the pictures you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered again and she hung up without another word.

I took my dick in my hand and clicked on the attachment to open the pictures. The first picture was a great start. There before me was Kate in green bikini bottoms and just her hands trying to cover her ample breasts. She was biting her lip as she stared back through the computer screen at me. The next picture was Laura dressed just as she had described. She was truly a sight to behold and my cock was growing harder by the second. Amber was next. She was naked as a Jaybird just as she said. Perched up on all fours she looked back over her shoulder at me as her green eyes practically beckoned me to take her. The next picture was Jess. She was tied spread-eagle to her new bed with a blindfold over her eyes. Her perky tits gleamed with perspiration all the way down to her delicious pussy. I began to wonder if this is what was waiting for me at home. I determined to get through the pictures quickly. 

Then things got really interesting. Now that my interest was piqued the tide turned. The next picture was of the four of them at my old house standing around me in our very first ordeal. The next few showed me over the coffee table getting spanked by each of them. The pictures were both erotic and fear-inducing.

Over the next thirty to forty-five minutes I saw picture after picture recapping all that had happened to me. I do not remember pictures being taken, but there they were and I was thoroughly turned on as I relived each moment. I could not believe the look of hunger in my eyes as I licked all those women's pussies at the competition, nor could I believe my look of desperation as that contraption tried to milk me dry. In several pictures I was bound and fucked with my eyes and fists clinched while in others I was obviously enjoying it. Some of the most revealing pictures were of me bound in so many different ways. I really had to appreciate the thought that went into developing such devices and the effects they had. There were even a few aftermath pictures showing my tired and limp dick with strings of semen dripping from it. In others my sore, red ass was on display.

As I approached the end of the pictures the tide turned once again. The last dozen-or-so pictures were of the various women with which I had spent the last couple weeks. For the most part they all looked very sexy in their fem-dom apparel. As I thought back on each day I could not really say there were too many I did not actually enjoy. I had to admit I liked this slave thing.

When I finally reached the last picture there was that picture of Jess tied up on the bed again, but this time there was a note across the bottom: "Come home."

I could not say for sure but I think I had kept stroking the whole time. After a while it became second nature, but I was able to make sure I never went too fast. Now that I was pulling my pants back on I felt good that I had succeeded, but I was more frustrated than ever, my balls were full, and I was horny as hell.

As quickly as I could I put my things away, shut down y computer, set the alarm and locked the door as I headed out of the office. Driving home from work I hardly remembered anything, but I think I stopped at all the necessary lights. I was so eager to get home that I could not say for sure.

Moments later I found myself running in the door and climbing the stairs to the bedroom where I believed Jess would be bound and waiting. To my delight I was correct. As I entered the room I discovered her just as the picture had shown. She was bound spread eagle to the bed. Her spectacular breasts laid flat against her chest while her nipples jutted invitingly towards the ceiling. Her delicious slit was glistening and open for me causing me to lick my lips in anticipation as I stripped off my clothes and flung them to the corner of the room. With every piece of clothing I removed I stepped closer and closer to the bed.

Sensing my presence, Jess called out to me, "Is that you slave?" Her question let me in on her arousal and anticipation far more than her concern.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Thank goodness," she gasped. "I thought I was going to have to wait forever."

Before she could say another word I had wrapped my lips around he left nipple and was gently caressing her right breast with my left hand. She moaned her approval. After licking and sucking on that one for a good while I shifted my attention to the other side. This time I let my fingers wander down to her waiting pussy. As they traced their way down her stomach she began to writhe in anticipation. Rather than satisfy her urges immediately I teased my way around the edges and traced the sensitive areas of her hip bone. By the time my fingers finally found my way inside she was panting enthusiastically and was thrusting her hips up to meet my hand. After a few more seconds lingering on her breasts I gave it one quick nibble and then crawled down between her legs to taste her dripping twat. 

My first lick ran from the bottom of her slit to the top and took my already throbbing member to another level. She tasted of sweet honey and I soon had my tongue buried deep inside her. Her panting and moaning were music to my ears as my tongue danced across her clit stopping occasionally to take a deeper plunge into her hole. After several minutes of licking her magnificent pussy and taking her to the height of orgasm at least twice my cock was begging to be thrust inside her. I sensed that is what she desired as well.

I got into position over her with my cock poised to enter. I paused momentarily to take in the moment as well as to tease her. The twisting and trembling of her body revealed her frustration. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"What do you think you are doing, Slave?" 

I stopped cold. I was almost afraid to look. When I finally did I saw Amber, Laura, and Kate with arms crossed behind me. Before I could answer they pulled me off of the bed and pulled me over to a tall-backed wooden chair. They ignored my begging and quickly bound my ankles to the legs of the chair and my wrists to the arms. They were very good at this and I could hardly move at all when they were done with me.

The second they had me locked down they stripped off all their clothes and went to work on Jess. It was truly a sight to behold: three beautiful women licking, sucking and fondling a fourth one who could do nothing more thing lie there and enjoy it. For the next thirty minutes they completely ignored me as they went about sexually gratifying Jess as well as themselves as best they could. My favorite moment had to have been when Kate sat on Jess's face and had her lick her out while she played with her own breasts. At the same time Laura had her face buried between Jess's legs and Amber was feverishly licking and sucking Jess's nipples. The sound of the slurping and moaning alone was incredible. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute, but I am sure if my penis could have it would have called out for attention. During that half hour it showed no signs at all of going limp.

Finally Amber pulled herself away from the other ladies and crawled over in front of me.

With her lips only inches from my twitching member she spoke, "You must be so frustrated right now. You dick is so hard and your balls look so full."

I could feel the warmth of her breath envelope my balls. "Yes, Mistress," I responded desperately.

She licked her lips and locked her eyes on my cock. "It would be so easy for me to take it in my mouth and suck every last drop of your delicious spunk down my throat." She inched even closer to me her teasing whispers tickled the underside of my shaft. "Would you like that, Slave?"

"Oh yes, Mistress," I panted. 

Amber opened her mouth and inched even closer. Then she shifted her eyes to lock with mine. "Too bad," she said, and laughed as she got up and returned to the others.

In the back of my mind I expected that, but I was holding on to hope that my days of frustration were about to end. 

Several more minutes passed while I watched one of the greatest porn productions ever, unfolding live in front of me. I was impressed by their voracious nature as well as their incredible stamina. They simply could not get enough of each other. Eventually they untied Jess and Amber took her place. Within seconds of putting on her blindfold the games continued.

After a few more minutes had passed Kate stood before me and shoved he fabulous tits in my face. "Lick them," she ordered. I quickly obeyed.

For quite some time I alternated licking, sucking, and nibbling on her cute little nipple on her right breast and then the same on her left. Based on her verbal responses I knew we were both enjoying ourselves. Eventually she pulled herself away and leaned down to touch my bobbing rod. With just the very tip of her middle finger she traced lightly up and down my shaft and under my balls. It was so soft that it felt magnificent, but there was nowhere near enough pressure to bring me any closer to climax. My erection seemed to grow even harder and my head spun even faster but there was no relief in sight. Finally she shot me a big smile, pulled her hand away and returned back to the bed. After a few more minutes she took her turn being tied down.

I watched and listened as the other women teased and pleasured Kate. She appeared to be more sensitive and turned on than the others had been. Her whole body gyrated as they toyed with her and she moaned louder and louder as the fun increased. After watching this scene unfold before me for several minutes Laura finally pulled herself away and made her way over to me.

With fire in her eyes and confidence in her step she soon stood before me. She paused for just a moment and then leaned over placing her chin on my shoulder and her hand in my lap. Taking a firm grip on my cock she whispered devilishly, "Your wife is such a bitch for putting you through this, isn't she?" As she squeezed my cock her lips sucked in my ear lobe sending yet another shockwave of sensation down to my genitals.

I thought about her question for a second and wondered if it was a trick question. "No, Mistress," I answered.

"You really do enjoy being tortured, teased, and butt-fucked, don't you, Slave?" she mocked.

Hoping it was a rhetorical question I did not respond as she maintained her tight grip on my member for several more seconds. She switched to the other side and took my other earlobe between her teeth and bit down just enough to elicit a grunt from me. "If you like it that much," she teased, "I could really make your dreams come true."

For a second I felt a bit of relief as she released her grip, but then I was quickly brought back to the reality of her command as she relocated her grip to my engorged balls. She gave them a solid squeeze and tug as she whispered in my ear one last time, "It would be the most painfully delicious time of your life." Then she released me and returned to take her turn as the 'prisoner'.

As I continued to watch the evening play out before me I began to wonder exactly what Laura was getting at. Was she just flirting as part of this charade, or did she really want to have me for her own personal slave? She was definitely the most merciless of the dominatrices I served. I am not even sure I could take what she would dish out if it went much beyond what I had already experienced with her, but I have to admit I was intrigued.

The next thing I knew Jess was walking towards me with a big evil grin. "You have to be just about ready to explode," she jeered. "I don't know that I have ever seen your cock so hard and your balls so large."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.

She stopped in front of me and stood defiantly with her legs spread invitingly and her arms crossed over her breasts. "For the last few weeks you have been made to come over and over pushing your balls into overdrive," Jess began, "Now they are being teased incessantly without release and they have to be going crazy. Well, I've got good news and bad news."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded inquisitively.

"Let's start with the bad news," she said, as she leaned over wiped the glob of pre-cum off the tip of my cock with her finger and then wiped it on my chest. "You are not going to be allowed to come tonight."

"What is the good news, Mistress?" I responded, fearing the good news was for her and not me.

"Well, tomorrow IS Thanksgiving," she remarked, "and I would hate for you to be ungrateful on the one day of the year where it is the highest focus, so I have a choice for you to make..."

I sat in wonder waiting for the other boot to drop. 

"Tomorrow morning when you wake up I will expect an answer from you," she insisted.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, even though I still did not know what my options were.

"Your first option is to be allowed to come first thing in the morning at which point you will thank me graciously," she paused for a moment, "but the rest of the day I will continue to make you come over and over again whenever, however, and as much as I like."

I swallowed hard having some understanding of what that could entail.

"Your second option is to continue without release until I deem you are ready," she paused again for effect. "However you will continue to endure the teasing and torture whenever, however, and as much as I like."

Neither of the options had much of an upside.

"Regardless of which you select," she added, "I will expect you to thank me several times throughout the day for everything I do and for being a phenomenal Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, acknowledging my understanding. After she laid out the details of my impending decision the other women approached, untied my ropes, picked up their clothes and walked uneventfully out the door. 

As I rubbed my sore wrists Jess motioned for me to stand. Taking my cock and balls in her hands she began to fondle them lovingly as she spoke one last time. "You have a BIG decision to make. Before you go to bed tonight I recommend you think LONG and HARD about it." Then she slapped me on the ass and told me to get to bed and that she would see me in the morning.

Moments later I was lying on my cot staring at the ceiling as I contemplated the decision before me. At some point my exhaustion overtook my body and fell fast asleep.



Sweet November Ch. 22



Thursday, November 28th Thanksgiving Day

I do not remember falling asleep, but suddenly my alarm was going off. Shortly after slapping the 'off' button I remembered I had a decision to make.

After several days of incessant sexual teasing without release I had been given an opportunity to "pick my poison", more or less. When my wife Jess gets up this morning she expects me to tell her if I would like to be allowed to finally come today. The downside being I would be forced to come many more times throughout the day even to the point it became painful. Or I could choose not to be allowed release and continue with my frustration until she decided to end it. Not only would I not be allowed release, but she intended to tease my cock to the edge over and over throughout the day continuing my torture. The final piece to the puzzle was that regardless of which I chose, I would be required to thank her often for whatever happened. After all, it is Thanksgiving.

I climbed into the shower and continued thinking about my quandary. On one hand I really would like to come. My balls ached from frustration and the tension of being so full. However I knew if I chose that avenue I would be made to ejaculate countless times throughout the day and far beyond what would be remotely pleasurable.

On the other hand I could continue on like the last few days without release. While I really yearned for orgasm I had become somewhat accustomed to the frustration. However I could not help but think that Jess would have something up her sleeve that would push me until I was teetering on the edge between pleasure and insanity.

For several minutes I continued pondering the situation as I showered. As I began to wash my hair and the soap suds ran down my face I heard the shower curtain being pulled open and then closed as I was joined in the shower. Before I had a chance to rinse off and take a look, I felt my wife's hand reach around and take hold of my package. 

"So, what did you decide?" she asked as her hand began to work its way up and down my growing member.

I swallowed hard and continued to rinse myself off hoping to buy myself a little time. I really was not sure which direction to go.

"I asked you a question," she said, as she squeezed my member tighter and pushed her soft and spectacular breasts into my back. I pushed back into her in order to free my face from the cascading water and allow myself room to speak. As a bonus I felt the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

"May I be allowed just one question, Mistress?" I inquired. I figured I had nothing to lose by asking and hoped it would help with my decision making.

She pondered this for a moment before answering. "Just one," she answered. "It had better be a good one; I am going to be royally pissed if you are wasting my time."

"I wouldn't think of wasting your time, Mistress," I responded.

"Very well then, go ahead," she insisted.

"If I choose to be allowed to come," I began, "will you actually allow me the pleasure of an orgasm, or will you simply allow me to spill my cum?"

Although I could not see her reaction I sensed by her hesitation and relaxed grip that her devious mind had at least toyed with this idea. "I will allow you the pleasure of orgasm," she replied, "but I cannot guarantee everything you experience today will be enjoyable."

I got the answer I was hoping for, and though the last part sounded rather ominous, she really did not say anything I had not already assumed. I knew, regardless of my choice, today was going to be long and exhausting.

"Please allow me to come, Mistress," I implored, announcing my desire for the course of the day.

As soon as I gave Jess the answer she needed she released me, turned and stepped out of the shower. "Finish cleaning up and meet me in my room in five minutes," she called to me as she dried off.

I had expected her to take care of me right then and there as was evident by my hard, throbbing and bobbing penis. I shook off my little bit of shock and hurried to finish up and meet my wife. My erection never faded as I soon found myself approaching her room. I did not even bother covering myself as I approached and had simply left my towel hanging in the bathroom.

Upon entering her room I found her standing there wrapped in just a white terrycloth robe. "You will only be asked to make one more decision today," she announced. "How would you like to come first?" As the words fell from her lips she slid the robe down off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her naked body glistened in the dim light of the room as a few remaining droplets of water from the shower ran down her beautiful body. At 5'6" and 118 lbs. she was my idea of sexy. Her breasts were a spectacular 36C with beautiful pink nipples that called out for me to wrap my lips around. Her pussy was perfectly trimmed into a tight vee and was fighting for attention with her tits, but in reality I could not wait to get my hands on that perfectly round ass of hers. 

Without hesitation I stepped quickly towards her, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. My hands wandered up and down her body as our tongues danced with one another. As passion mixed with anticipation, I groped and kneaded her tits and her ass with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. 

Finally we broke our lip-lock to catch our breath. It was at this point that my lust and eagerness got the best of me and I pushed gently down on her shoulders until she was on her knees. Without a word she took my cock between her lips and began sucking, licking and bobbing with great enthusiasm. 

As she continued to give me a phenomenal blowjob, she moved her hands back to grip my ass and dug her nails into my skin. In turn I took hold of her short brunette hair between my fingers as she vigorously drove me to the edge of orgasm. She paused for one glorious second allowing the sensations to build and then pushed me the rest of the way thru to an incredible explosive orgasm. I threw my head back as I pumped my cum continuously down her throat. She never slowed her efforts for a second and I released her head from my grip well before she released my ass cheeks from hers. 

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled curiously as if expecting a response. Her incredible blue eyes seemed to be holding me under her control. I was simply mesmerized by her beauty and her sexual appetite.

"Thank you," I blurted, remembering her remark from yesterday. Then she stood to kiss me passionately once again, and I tasted myself on her tongue.

Moments later she broke up our oral embrace and climbed up on the bed. With her knees bent and legs spread wide she plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy. Instantly she laid her head back and began moaning as she proceeded to pleasure herself for several minutes while I watched. The smell of her excitement filled my nostrils and heightened my anticipation.

Finally after a thoroughly enthralling display she removed her fingers and opened her eyes. "Fuck me," she blurted, waking me from my trance.

Without hesitation I moved into position and quickly perched my member at her entrance. My erection was as strong as ever, and I easily slid into her slippery hole. The smoothness of our shaven genitals sliding against each other felt incredible. She immediately thrust up to meet me and in a matter of seconds we were both going at a frantic pace. I soon felt my balls boiling as they slapped against her perfect bottom. Seconds later she was moaning loudly, signaling her impending climax. I immediately sensed my own orgasm developing and reached the peak mere seconds after she began. Moments later I was lying facedown on top of Jess as we both worked to catch our breath. "Thank you," I sighed, barely able to speak.

After a few minutes had passed, Jess gently pushed me off and said, "You'd better get ready for round three. I still have one more hole that needs filling."

As inviting as that sounded I was tired and not sure I was up to the task. "I am not sure I am going to be able to help you with that," I panted.

"I don't remember asking," she shot back, as she stood up and then reached over to my already shrinking member. As she grabbed my package roughly she reminded me, "I told you I was going to make you come many, many times today. I'll let you take a little break after this. Now get your ass up and fuck mine."

I pulled myself up off the bed and moved over behind her as she had already positioned herself on the bed with her butt up and her head down. Her little hole did look rather inviting as I thought about going one more round. 

As I approached she looked back at me, shaking her head in disgust. "Don't even think about it...I set the lube over there," she barked, as she pointed to the dresser in the corner.

Sheepishly, I backed away and retrieved the tube of lube. As I returned to her I squirted a generous amount onto my recovering member and then a glob onto my index and middle fingers. After that I massaged the jelly all over the entrance to her ass hole and then slowly worked my fingers in--first one, followed quickly by a second. She began to moan instantly. The sensation of her anus gripping my fingers caused my cock to twinge and rebound quickly. As I pushed the lube deeper into her hole, my cock began to stiffen rapidly. A few seconds later I was ready to go and had the head of my tool poised at her back door.

"It's about time," she chirped, as I pushed into her with a grunt. It took her a few small thrusts to relax, but soon enough she was pushing back into me in cadence. I could not believe how quickly I felt my balls begin to rise. It felt as if her beautiful bottom was milking my cock. Even as I slid most of the way out I could feel her muscles retracting to keep me in. It was incredible and I could not take it anymore.

I grabbed her around the waist and thrust rigorously into her. Instantly her moans turned to yelps of enjoyment. This only served to excite me even more and my thrusting turned to pounding as her legs went weak beneath her and she now lay flat on the bed. Finally I released my small but exhausting load into her and fell down on top of her once more.

This time we both took a little longer to recover before I rolled off of her as my dick went completely limp. She too rolled over in exhaustion and we both took seemingly synchronized deep breaths. "Thanks," I huffed once again.

Jess was the first to rise and told me she was off to take a "real shower". She followed that by saying, "Don't bother getting dressed, but I would advise getting yourself some breakfast. You are going to need every ounce of energy and stamina you can muster."

Reluctantly I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and fixed myself a large bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. Then I took a seat at the bar and started eating. As I sat I immediately became aware of the coolness of the vinyl cushion on the stool. My dick shrank up into mere nothingness almost instantly.

Moments later I finished up, placed my bowl and glass in the dishwasher, and headed towards the stairs to see what Jess would have for me next. Before I reached the second step I heard the doorbell ring and went to answer it. A month ago I would have certainly retrieved something to cover myself, but now I understood that everything that occurred happened by design. Everything that I experienced was designed to bring me further under her control. The only thing I am not sure she accounted for was that I was learning to enjoy it...a lot. Or perhaps that was her plan after all.

I went to the door and opened it. There was no one there. However, there was a package with "Attention: Jess" on it. I picked it up, closed the door, and took the box immediately to her. There was no address, which made me believe someone she knew must have dropped it off.

When I arrived at her room she had just gotten out of the shower and was toweling off. I always did love watching her right after a good hot shower. There is just something about a beautiful, naked woman doing something routine that I find incredibly sensual.

As I approached her she looked up and caught sight of the box as well as my tiny dick. A quick blast of laughter escaped her lips before she told me to place the box on the bed and then come back to see her.

"A little cold, are we?" she teased as she flicked my insignificant member. "You'd better warm it up quick," she announced. "You're going to have to perform for me here in a second."

I was not entirely sure what she meant by that, but I figured I'd best heed her advice. I immediately began pulling and rubbing my member to bring it back to life. She motioned for me to continue out in the hall while she got ready, I immediately obeyed. 

A few minutes passed and Jess hollered for me to return. When I walked in she was standing in the bathroom in her bra and panties just fixing her hair and doing her makeup. Next to her on the sink I saw the box I had delivered had been opened. Inside were about a dozen empty baby food jars.

Without even looking at me Jess handed me one of the jars and then picked up a timer she had set close by. She turned the timer to five minutes and then told me, "Jerk off."

I swallowed hard knowing the task before me would be incredibly difficult. "Don't worry," she remarked obviously sensing my hesitation. "I don't expect you to fill it. I just want a good deposit." Never once during her instructions did she break from her task.

For the first time it felt methodical. There seemed to be no fun in it, for either of us. I thought this was probably part of her plan, but it was a twist I was not sure what to do with.

"Time's wasting," she spat as she put on her eyeliner. I took the jar in my left hand and started jerking off with my right as I left the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" she barked and pointed towards a spot on the floor where she wanted me to stand. "Get your ass over here."

I immediately returned to her side. As I stroked my growing member I had a lot of trouble concentrating. All I could think about was those twelve jars.

"Two minutes," she sang. This warning brought me back to earth. I had to find some new motivation. I instantly threw myself into a fantasy of taking her right then and there. I thought about pulling her bright red panties down to her knees and sliding my rod up her slippery hole. As I pumped my own member I envisioned holding her down as I pumped vigorously into her as she begged for more...

That seemed to do the trick and I soon felt my climax approaching. "Thirty seconds," she announced. This seemed more distracting than anything, but I was able to keep going nonetheless. In a matter of seconds I was shooting my load into the jar. There wasn't much to it and it looked rather watered down, but it was apparently enough for Jess.

She took the jar from me, placed a lid on top and then handed me two more. "Go rest in your room for a few minutes," she said. "I will be over shortly to give you your instructions."

My legs felt rather weak as I exited her room and walked down the hall to my room. Frankly I was rather thankful she had told me not to go down stairs as I am not sure I could have handled them in my state.

When I reached my room I placed the two jars on the floor, lay down on the cot and pulled a blanket over me to relax. As I waited for her arrival my mind went back to that box full of jars. I could not imagine any scenario in which I would be able to deposit any amount of cum into that many jars over the course of one day, especially after the session I had with Jess earlier in the morning.

Finally, Jess was standing in my doorway with a small backpack in her hand. As soon as I noticed her I stood up next to my cot. "You forgot to thank me for that last one," she chided. "Before we go any further you are going to have to be punished. It seems to me as though you are getting way too comfortable."

"I am sorry, Mistress," I apologized, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Turn around and grab your ankles," she barked.

As I obeyed, I heard her drop the bag on the floor, unzip it, and pull something out. "Now, so you don't forget anymore," she announced, "we are going to practice. Every time I swat your ass you are going to say, 'Thank you.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

SMACK!

The leather slapper met my ass with a mighty clap.

"Thank you," I choked.

SMACK!

She was really getting into this. 

"Thank you."

SMACK!

It felt as if she was putting her weight into each blow.

"Thank you," I blurted.

SMACK!

Every swat she landed seemed worse than the prior.

"Thank you," I blurted again.

SMACK!

The final blow crossed both cheeks and I was barely able to emit a response. My ass burned from top to bottom.

"Thank you," I spat out as best I could.

"Now turn around and face me," she commanded, as she dropped the slapper on the floor next to the bag. Then she pulled a small camcorder and tripod out of the bag and set them up in the corner of the room. After that, she pulled out two more jars and set them next to the two I had brought in with me earlier. 

"I have to run a quick errand," she informed me. "While I am out I expect you to make a deposit in each of these four jars. I am going to turn this on to record the events so I can make sure you don't cheat," she said, as she pointed to the camcorder.

"Cheat?" I asked.

"Oh yes, there are a couple of rules," she responded. "First off, you must deposit a fresh load in all four jars before I return. I am not entirely sure how long it will take me, but I would not think more than a couple hours."

I knew there was no way I could come four more times in the next couple hours. I was not sure I could do it four more times today.

"Secondly," she continued, "You are not allowed to play with your ass. I know how much a little anal stimulation helps you out, but your ass is for my pleasure only."

I have to admit the thought had occurred to me and I was a bit dejected that she took this tool away from me. I knew there was no way I could meet her expectations now.

"Finally, if you do as you are told, I will allow you to be done for the day." She paused for a moment. "I will put some nice soothing lotion on your beautiful cock and we will go to your mom's for Thanksgiving Dinner. However, if you are unable to complete the task, you will have a completely different obstacle before you and I will call your mom and tell her you are under the weather and won't be making it."

I knew I was in for a lot of trouble. Whatever the 'obstacle' was, I knew I did not want to find out. 

"Any questions?" she asked.

"No, Mistress," I stammered.

"Good, I'll be back shortly," she said with a devilish smile. Then she placed her slapper back in her bag, switched on the camcorder, closed the door and locked it as she left. 

I was left alone to do her bidding. I saw little chance of success, but figured I had better give it my best effort. I immediately went to the task of stroking another one out. In a manner of about fifteen minutes I was able to get myself off and make my first deposit. 

Now I found myself in a world of hurt. My balls ached from the fifth ejaculation of the morning and my shaft was red and worn. Even though I was able to get the job done I never did achieve a full erection. I decided to give myself a bit of a rest.

I lay back on my cot and tried to fantasize my way to a hard-on. I thought about all the things I would love Jess to do as well as things I could do to her. I thought about other women and multiple women. I even thought back to my earlier experiences of the month, but nothing could move my exhausted member.

After about twenty minutes of rest I went at it again. I took my dick in my hand and fondled my balls with the other. They hurt so bad, but I had to try. I spit in my hand to give it a little lubrication and cool the burn. It helped a little and I was able to get a little hard. After several more minutes I was able to expel just enough to coat the bottom of the jar. I fell back on the cot, worn out. I now knew for sure I would not be able to do what she wanted. I resigned myself to this and determined to get some sleep before she returned.




Sweet November Ch. 22



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I must have fallen straight to sleep, for the next thing I heard was the door being unlocked and Jess letting herself in. As I wiped my eyes she quickly realized I had fallen well short of the goal. She shook her head in disappointment, but without saying a word left the room again.

Several more minutes passed before she returned. "Let's go, slave," she demanded. "Just because you're not going to dinner doesn't mean I want to be late."

I shot her an inquisitive look as I stood and walked towards her.

"Just because you could not do as you're told does not mean I am going to punish myself," she remarked. "I'm going."

She took me by the arm and led me down the main stairs and then down to the basement to our special room. Once inside, there was a middle-aged woman in nurse's scrubs waiting next to a large contraption that had been concealed by a large white sheet. From the moment I saw her I was sure she was not there for my enjoyment. Her hair was cut short in a way that said she wanted something easy to take care of, not something that looked good on her. She was a little shorter than my wife, but must have outweighed her by about sixty pounds. Her countenance said she meant business as she never showed anything resembling a smile across her chubby face. She wore no make up or jewelry nor anything else remotely feminine in nature. It was obvious she was an actual nurse and nothing more.

"For the next few hours this is going to be your home," Jess announced. "I hope you are ready for the longest, craziest, most exhausting ride of your life."

Then the woman removed the sheet revealing the device. It looked a bit like an adult-sized highchair with a lot of tubes, wires, and other various contraptions scattered around. The women placed me in the seat and instructed me to place my arms down on the arm rests. Then they secured my arms down to the armrest so that I could not move them at all. Once that was done, the nurse proceeded to prepare the top of my hand to receive an IV by swabbing it with an alcohol wipe. Moments later she was completely done. I could not believe how quickly she had the needle in and had the IV hooked up. While she did this Jess bound my waist to the back of the chair with a leather strap and then used two more across my chest. 

"Do you think that's tight enough?" Jess asked the other woman.

She gave the straps a good tug and then nodded her consent. Then Jess pulled a lever behind me and my seat fell out from under me leaving my legs to dangle as the straps across my arms and chest held me up. Next the women each positioned my feet on a couple of pegs and then each took a leg and bound it to the contraption about shoulder-width apart. Once that was done they both stood back to admire their handiwork.

Jess stepped forward to address me and the woman disappeared behind me. "Right now," Jess began, "she is getting that IV of yours flowing. The liquid inside is an interesting mixture concocted specifically for this kind of session. It's the closest thing to Viagra, Gatorade and Red Bull you will ever experience. One part of it is engineered to give you an immediate and incredible erection for hours. The second part is specifically designed to help keep you from dehydration and exhaustion. The third part is there to give you a healthy dose of energy throughout the process." As she said this she got a wicked smile on her face. "The funny part is," she continued, "that contraption you are strapped to is designed to push the limits of how well those chemicals can really work."

As I hung there I began to feel the chemicals going to work on my body and my cock instantly beginning to grow. The nurse came around to the front of me as Jess disappeared from sight. She took my cock in her hand and gave it a healthy pull. Then took a glob of lube and slathered it all over my shaft. Next, as if she had done it a hundred times before, she slid a metal cylinder down over my member and hooked it to some sort of a piston. The cylinder was soft on the inside and hugged my member tightly. At the far end a tube came out of the end and disappeared behind me. After the nurse was satisfied that the cylinder was secure she disappeared behind me.

Suddenly I began to wonder about this mysterious woman. It was obvious Jess picked her up on her errand. That means she had to have known I would fail at my task of filling the four jars. Initially I became angry at the thought until I realized I even knew I would fail. After that I realized I had been set up to fail. I really wanted to be mad at this point, but I knew everything she had done up to this point had been carefully orchestrated. I could be angry about all of it or none of it.

Just then Jess reappeared with the box of baby food jars and walked them back to where the other woman stood. Suddenly I felt another glob of lube being applied on and around my asshole. Then I felt the tip of a dildo pressed against the entrance to my ass. It was not inserted, but it would not take much more pressure for it to be. 

Finally Jess bid the woman farewell and stood before me again. "This device is actually rather high-tech," she began. "It is going to make sure you give me nine more deposits before I get home tonight."

My eyes got as big as saucers. 

"Here's how it works," she told me, "When I flip the switch that cylinder on your dick is going to start pumping until you give it what it is designed to get from you." She winked at me as she said this and then continued. "You will be happy to know it will vary speeds throughout to add to your experience. After you come, I highly encourage you to say 'thank you'. The voice recognition will then spin another jar into place and start the next round. If you do not say thank you, it will continue without a break and will not switch jars. If it doesn't switch jars, you will fail again and I will have to find some other way to get what I want out of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered quickly.

"Good. One more thing, as I am sure you noticed, there is a little extra stimulation at your backdoor if this little machine thinks you need it." She laughed as the words left her lips. "I'll be sure to tell your mom how sick you are and how sorry you are that you couldn't make it." Then she flipped the switch and blew me a kiss as she exited the room.

Immediately the piston began to move and the cylinder worked up and down on my cock. I have to admit it felt quite good and the juices flowing through my body were quite effective. In a matter of minutes I began to come and deposit my first load. I almost forgot to say, "Thank you", but when I did I felt jars switching places behind me and then the contraption stopped altogether.

A few minutes passed as I caught my breath. Then suddenly it started again and the cylinder moved slowly up and down my member working me to another satisfying climax. I was surprised once again how easy this was, but knew I still had a ways to go. Once again I said, "thank you," and the machine stopped for a short while to allow me a break and to switch jars.

Again a few more minutes passed before the machine started up again, but this time it started up fast and furious and with little warning. It felt as though I was being assaulted as the cylinder pumped hard and fast into my crotch. I found it rather difficult to enjoy the experience as it continued, but soon realized it was showing no signs of slowing and I had better concentrate if I wanted it to end. Finally I was able to focus enough to ejaculate, but now my balls were as sore and spent as they had ever been. "Thank you," I cried once more, and it stopped.

Several minutes passed and it started again. Thankfully it started slowly, but I felt confident I had nothing to give. After several minutes of pulling on my member with no result I felt the entire contraption began to move. The next thing I knew the back rest was pushing forward as the 'chair' bent me over. Once it was locked into place and I was facing the floor I felt the dildo pushing at my anus. In a matter of seconds it was deep into me and was thrusting away with the same cadence as the cylinder stroking my cock. The machine had literally bent me over and fucked me up the ass. To my surprise this delivered the desired effect and milked me once again. "Thank you", I gasped once more and the device returned to its previous form.

As I was allowed a little time to rest I began to think to myself how a half-a-dozen hours or so ago, I was practically begging for release. Now I would beg for the opportunity to be released. My balls ached as if they had been squeezed in a vise. 

Suddenly the machine started up again. In an effort to block out the agony my balls were in I closed my eyes and thought back to some of the encounters I had experienced in the last couple weeks. Immediately my time with Julia, just over a week ago, came to mind. I could practically see her taut body standing before me in her periwinkle blue babydoll nightie, her perfect nipples pressing invitingly against the soft silky fabric. I could feel her beautiful chocolate brown eyes looking me over, witnessing my torment. Her imperfect smile divulges her approval for the torture I am being made to endure. She is empowered by my subjugation. She is getting more and more turned on as the machine brings me closer and closer to climax. Finally my dick began to spurt. I had tricked my exhausted body into enjoying the experience once again.

"Thank you," I exclaimed and the machine stopped once again. As I relaxed and caught my breath I began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I only had to fool myself a few more times.

This time the machine gave me very little time to recover and picked up right where it left off. Due to the short recovery time I struggled a little to concentrate. I had to get my mind in order quickly or the pain in my genitals would become too much to bear. 

Once again I closed my eyes and thought back to my time with Julia. I remembered being bound and teased as she shoved her panties into my mouth to keep me quiet. Remembering the fragrance of her wetness filled my nostrils and I felt as though I was back in her presence again. As I hung there helpless she would strike my erect cock with a wooden ruler. She seemed to be in a trance-like state as every few seconds she would bring the flat side down hard on my shaft. The stinging was incredible, but at the same time I crept closer and closer to orgasm. If I had been able I would have begged to come. It seemed like hours as she found different ways to tease and torture my cock. Julia truly loved to see me squirm and enjoyed every second she was able to keep me teetering on the edge of climax. Over and over again she implored me to hold off with promise of incredible release. Somehow I found a way to hold on and eventually she held true to her word. 

As I recounted this in my mind I felt my present orgasm beginning to build. I could practically hear her standing there imploring me to hold out a little longer. Finally the moment came when she allowed me to come and my balls emptied again. The memory of that evening seemed to be deliverance from the torment this machine was meant to give.

"Thank you," I blurted again and the machine stopped.

This time the machine allowed me a considerable amount of recovery time. I had almost begun to wonder if it was done or broken when it finally started up again. This time I thought back to a couple Sundays ago and the envelope game. As the piston pushed and pulled on my member I thought about the chair they placed me in. I remembered being locked down with my cock and balls held between two slats and being unable to climax as the teased me mercilessly. Jess and her three friends looked so provocative in their attire as they relentlessly poked, prodded, and stroked my dick. It soon became apparent that I may have chosen the wrong event to focus on as the machine began to buckle over and once again the dildo was pushed into my ass. Ironically the chair also had an anal intruder that I was made to endure. 

As the machine pushed into me in time with the suction on my cock I struggled to remember other aspects of that day. The next thing I remembered was being tied up in the garage and beaten. Shortly thereafter I was questioned by my dominatrices as they punished my cock and balls with weights. This memory did nothing to help my situation.

After that we moved on to a game of twister. That memory on its own was not much help, but recalling the end of the game with Kate certainly began to have the desired effect. My body rubbing against her fabulous tits and mocha skin was a dream come true. Then when she won I was allowed to fuck her for her reward. It was almost as if I was there again. I could feel her body pressing back into mine as she sat down on my throbbing member. Her tits bobbed incessantly as I played with her nipples. I held off my orgasm as long as I could so that we could enjoy that moment for as long as possible. As I finally erupted a days worth of teasing produced the climax of a lifetime. Remembering that moment was finally enough to take me over the edge once more in real time.

"Thank you," I gasped again. The machine stopped and exchanged out the jar, but did not return to its upright position. "Thank you," I hollered, but nothing happened. Suddenly the machine started up again. This time it started off by giving my ass a good pounding as it tried to milk another specimen from my tired member. The awkwardness of the situation reminded me of the first time I had experienced a strap-on over a month ago. I remembered being pulled over a strange device and being told I was going to be punished. Initially I thought I was only going to be made to endure a large amount of spanking. That was until Kate appeared before me with a 10" black strap-on dildo. 

She looked incredibly intimidating as well as erotic at the same time, but when Jess got down on her knees and began to suck it like a real cock I remembered my dick coming to life again. When Kate took her place behind me and perched her rod at my back door my dick retreated once again and I would have begged for them to stop if they had not already sealed my mouth with a ball gag. Over the next hour or two I remember them taking turns enjoying my defeat and their conquest until my cock was finally as hard as theirs. Finally my cock shot one more load down the tube of the machine.

"Thank you," I cried and the machine stopped and returned to its initial setting. I flung my head back as sweat dripped down my body and I worked to fill my lungs with air. As I sat there I realized I had to be close to the end. I had to be one or two jars from the finish line. Those chemicals, drugs, or whatever you want to call them had actually worked.

Suddenly I heard the door open and watched as Jess walked in with the nurse in tow. I must have been a sight to behold as Jess seemed a bit amused by my spent demeanor. Slowly she walked over and flipped the switch to turn the device off. Then she walked to the back to gather the jars. I took that time to actually enjoy my break finally knowing that the assault would not start up again any second.

Moments later Jess stood before me nodding, "I must say I am impressed. I wasn't sure you had it in you." Then she turned to the nurse and motioned for her to let me out.

The woman started off by disengaging the piston and sliding the cylinder off my tired member. It actually felt rather good to feel the air on my cock. Then she moved over to pull the dildo away from ass. As the nurse moved towards the IV Jess moved towards me with the one remaining empty jar. Jess positioned the jar at the tip of my cock with one hand and the gently massaged my balls with the other. It did not feel very good as sore as they were, but it did not feel terrible either. Finally she wrapped her delicate hand around my scrotum and squeezed softly. Suddenly my cock shot three small, insignificant spurts into the jar, and Jess winked her approval as she placed the top on and went to put it with the others.

Finally the nurse released my arm, clamped the tubing and carefully detached the empty IV from the needle in my arm, but left the needle and tubing in place. As she did this Jess released my other arm and then they both moved on to my legs and the straps across my chest. After they released the final strap I practically fell out of the device and onto the floor. My legs were almost too weak in spite of the fluids pumped through my veins. I was completely alert and still a bit aroused, but the fact that my legs had not moved in so many hours caused them to feel like jelly.

Jess and the other woman each took an arm and slowly led me out of the room and back up to my cot. Once inside I lay down and the nurse hooked me up to another IV that was waiting there for me. Then Jess picked up a bottle of lotion off the floor next to my cot, poured a generous amount into her hands and then knelt and began to slather it all over my cock and balls. As sensitive as they were I expected it to hurt, but it actually felt very cool and soothing. By the time she was done the other woman was gone and I was left alone with Jess.

"It won't take long before you start feeling the effects of your new IV so I'll keep this short," she began. "The lotion will speed recovery to your skin as well as help eliminate soreness. By morning you may actually be as good as new. I know it is early for you to be going to bed, but you are going to need your rest. The fluid in your IV will help you get a great night's sleep as well as continue to revitalize you."

"Thank you," I mumbled, already feeling a bit groggy.

Jess just smiled and then pulled the door closed behind her as she left. In a matter of seconds I fell asleep.