2 comments/ 70730 views/ 2 favorites Vivian's Story By: SummerElizabeth8 Please do not read if you are under 18 years of age. Thanks to all of you who sent me feedback for "Mother's Shining Example". I am sorry that it took so long to get this out to you all, and I hope it is worth the wait. The first chapter of Vivian's story is mostly plot and character build up. For some reason, I have been really taken with this character and I want to do her tale justice. As always, I would love to hear your feedback. Ch. 1 My name is Vivian. I have been instructed by my son to record the events of my training. My late husband began teaching me on our honeymoon on how to service and please him. This is the story of our beginning and how he turned me into a cock worshipping slut. I was raised to be a good girl. My mother was a traditional 50's housewife that stayed at home and took care of the kids and baked cookies. My father worked and brought home the bread and made the decisions. Their roles in life were very clear and so I chose to follow that model when it was my turn to find a husband. I thought nothing would make me feel more secure than to be taken care of like that. Then along came the sexual revolution and women's liberation and every ideal that I had held dear was turned completely upside down. Suddenly it was wrong for a woman to take care of the home and children, wrong to take care of her husband. Women were free to make their own decisions and be liberated about sex, or so I was told by every jerk on campus that only wanted to get into my pants. I knew that to be a virgin on a college campus in the early 70's was crazy, but I was taught that my virginity was something sacred and a gift to my future husband. It wasn't so much a religious thing, but a measure of respect for myself and my future husband. Most of the guys that I met were only interested in getting me drunk and getting laid. After a while, word got around that I didn't do that kind of thing, and the "date" offers dwindled. That was fine by me, I had not met one single man that I thought was worth my time anyway. Until I met Paul. I was a junior working in the campus bookstore when he came in to get his books for the last term. He smiled and was polite, and I found myself smiling back in spite of my usual shyness. He came in the next day for a book that he had "forgotten" to buy and when he finished in the checkout line, Paul asked me if I would like to have lunch with him. I accepted. Upon getting to know him, I learned that he was raised in a similarly traditional household in the south. At the end of our first lunch, Paul walked me to my dorm, and thanked me for a nice afternoon. After he left, I thought to myself, well that is the end of that. He got the idea that I won't put out, and I will never see him again. I wasn't surprised that he didn't try to kiss me, but I was a little saddened. I thought maybe this one might turn out to be different. As it turns out, he was different. He came again the next day at lunchtime and so it went for a week until he asked me out to dinner. He always seemed genuinely warm without pressuring me, so I accepted. That night, we talked openly about our expectations for our respective futures. I was open about my need to stay a virgin until marriage, and he nodded as I spoke. "I knew that you were different when I first saw you," he told me. "Do you know I watched you for half an hour before I asked you for your help? You were so gracious to people and trying to get what they needed. I am glad that you want to wait. It makes it so much more special, like symbolically giving yourself completely and totally to your husband ." I blushed at his words, but I think that that was the moment that I fell in love. I knew and he knew that I was lost. He asked my father for permission to marry me six months later, and I eagerly accepted. We agreed that because we were both in our senior year in college, we would wait until graduation to get married. It really wasn't that far away, but because we were officially engaged, we felt at liberty to play and tease with each other a little more than before. I remember one night after dinner, he was walking me back to my dorm in the dark. He took my hand and slipped me into a dark alley in between two buildings. We were no strangers to kissing by this time, so I brought my arms up around his neck thinking he wanted to steal a private smooch before we got home. Instead, he stretched my hands up to where an old sign fixture was still sticking out of the wall. He whispered in my ear to grab on to it and hold. As I stood there with my arms over my head, he took a long look at my shape in the moonlight. He must have liked what he saw, because he grinned and walked slowly around me in a full circle. I was blushing profusely by the time he came to stand back in front of me, but I stayed as he wanted and returned his gaze. He brought his hands to my outer thighs and rubbed my skin through the thin cotton fabric of my skirt. Slowly, he rubbed in circles until his hands migrated to my rear where he pressed me into him and kissed me passionately as I hung onto the iron bar. He broke the kiss and backed away and we both stood and breathed heavy for a few seconds before he gave me a funny look and motioned for me to let go of the bar and step back out onto the sidewalk with him. I took his hand and snuggled into his arm as we walked, glowing with love and desire. He kissed me lightly when we reached the doorstep and he said goodnight. Several times we pushed the boundaries of propriety, but instead of upsetting my moral code, I found myself virtually panting for more. He was an odd mixture of outrageous suitor and perfect gentleman. By the time our wedding day arrived, I was in a fit of longing, hardly daring to believe that our union would finally be consummated. I won't bore you with wedding details except to say that my hair and dress were suitably out of 1974 and our wedding pictures were something my daughter gets a good laugh out of today. It was an entirely enjoyable affair with much celebrating and good will. As we were packing to leave for our honeymoon, Paul offhandedly remarked that I should not bother to pack any underwear for our trip. In my overly horny state, I took his remark at face value and left them all in the undies drawer. He would not tell me where we were going on our honeymoon, only that it would be hot, and that we would have plenty of time to spend alone together. I had packed a bikini, the first I had ever owned. I remember hoping that Paul liked what he saw and was not disgusted that I wanted to put my body on display. But I wanted to tan, and he had told me that we would be alone. I could never have pictured the tiny bungalow on a private beach on the back of a posh island resort. I know it is cliché, but the sandy white beaches and azure ocean water were an incredible sight to behold. Having been raised in the Midwest, I had never seen an ocean before. It was awe inspiring. Paul smiled at my reaction and told me to unpack the suitcases while he ordered lunch. I was happy to be occupied, a little nervous but exceptionally excited about what was to transpire that evening. I heard him hang up the phone with room service and he joined me, in the bedroom, hanging up the last of the items in the wardrobe. We made small talk until our meal arrived. The conversation came easily, but the undercurrent of desire and anticipation was making me twitter in my seat. I was so keyed up, I could barely stand it. He must have noticed my anticipation, because he pulled me into his lap and kissed me deeply. When we broke apart, he looked a little stern. "I want you to try to calm down and try to finish your lunch. We have the whole week ahead of us, and I have something to talk to you about after we finish here." "Okay, I responded, trying to make my breathing even. "I'm sorry, I am just so excited, to be here, and be with you, and start a new life, it is a lot to take in right now," I said. He grinned at me and motioned to finish my salad. "I am sure we can come up with an outlet for your exuberance very soon. And he winked. I blushed to my core and finished eating with gusto. When we were done, we wandered out on the terrace with some wine. The afternoon was getting late, and the sun was just barely making pink streaks in the sky. We watched in silence for a minute and then he directed me to sit in one of the padded lounges on the deck. "I told you that I wanted to talk to you this afternoon. What I have to say is fairly serious, so I wish you to remain silent until I have finished, at which time you can feel free to ask questions. I am sure will have many." He paused and I nodded and looked on. "I know that you are a virgin, and you know that I am not. I have been with many women, and have had much experience with sex in all it's forms. Except one. For several years now, I have been interested in Domination and Submission. This means that I will take the lead role in all aspects of our lives, and you will follow my direction, especially in the bedroom. You will be my submissive, but also my wife and partner. Know that I love and respect you and will always strive to see to your protection and happiness." He looked at my face. I know that I must have registered some shock, but I was curious and more than a little aroused. I had always dreamed of a man taking charge, but I had never really formed a concrete idea of what all that would entail. I was about to find out as he continued. "Remember in the alley?" he asked. I nodded. "You held on to the hook even after I broke away, and waited for me to tell you to let go. You wanted to please me. And you did." I blushed again. "You received gratification and satisfaction from pleasing me. I could tell that you were the one. I have been looking for you for a long time. Someone who I can bond with and love and take care of even as she is there for me. I want to truly make love with my partner who trusts me to take her to incredible heights of desire. I can think of no other way to cement a relationship with such a complete bond of trust." He paused and held my eyes again. I stayed silent, but inside I was squirming with questions. "You have followed my directions admirably so far. You will be rewarded for that. But as fair warning, I must tell you that deviation from my direction will earn you punishment as well." He smiled as he finished, and his expression became more open and inviting. "Punishment like what?" was the first question out of my mouth. "Maybe a spanking, maybe some task to complete, it will depend on the circumstances," he answered. "I have many evil tricks up my sleeve to correct unacceptable behavior," he grinned at me. "What is our life going to be like, are you going to decide everything, like what I wear and what is for dinner, things like that?" I asked. "Well, the day to day things like that, no, but I do expect you to learn my preferences and take them into consideration in your daily decision making...I am not a complete control freak. I expect that we will work things out as we go along without too much trouble." "And what if I can't deal with all of this?" I asked. "What if it is all too much for me to handle? I mean we are talking about life and a marriage together till death do us part!" I said breathlessly. He paused a moment before he replied. "I have thought this through. I have a solution that I want to share with you, but not right this minute. This is our honeymoon, and I want us to enjoy it. You have enough to think about for the moment. Lets change and go for a swim." He stood and pulled me to my feel and kissed me again. This time softly and gently as if trying to reassure me of this brave new world. I went into the bedroom dresser for the bikini that I stashed earlier, screwing up my courage and changing as quickly as possible. I didn't want to ponder too much. I liked what I was hearing, even though it was scary. He seemed to want to let the matter rest for now and have some fun, so I put myself into the spirit. He left me in privacy to change, and I had a hard time deciding weather I was disappointed or relieved. Since he was already wearing a pair of khaki shorts, he had no need to change and was waiting for me by on the terrace. He did a double take as I walked out, and put his hand out for me to halt in the middle of the entryway. I stopped and he just stood and stared. Then he whistled low and shook his head. "Lucky. I am a lucky man." We splashed around for a bit, but it was getting darker so we decided to go back to the bungalow. Again, he stopped me on the terrace, but this time we were bathed in the soft new moon light. I was shivering slightly as he told me to put my hands behind my neck. I did as he said and stood with my feet slightly apart. My pussy was all tingly and damp and I remember thinking, "Here we go." He reached up behind my head and untied the string that held up the top of my bikini. It fell to my waist revealing my well-built breasts to his gaze. Standing in the moonlight, by skin was still slightly damp from our swim and they immediately swelled and hardened as he gazed at me. My emotions were racing as well as my hormones and I almost wished he would throw me to the floor and be done with it. He only stood quietly, gazing at my body, watching my breathing quicken. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he said to me. "I have waited forever for this night. Tonight, I will begin your training. I will teach you to love everything that we do together." I was breathless in anticipation as he untied the string on my bottoms and they fell to the floor in a puddle. I was completely naked now, still holding still under his gaze. My pussy was on fire and I was hungering for something just beyond my reach. I expected him to continue to seduce me, but instead, he pulled me to the chair on the terrace. I felt so exposed sitting naked in the open, but I sensed that I needed to trust him and go with this. "I told you earlier that have a solution if you should want to end this union. This is very serious. I know that you would not give yourself to any but your rightful husband. If I turn out to be the kind of husband that you can't live with, I want you to leave this union with your virginity intact." I gasped at this. Was he not going to make love to me? "For a trial period of one year, we will be intimate as husband and wife. You will serve me in the capacity previously described. You will submit to me in every way or be punished. The exception being that I will not use your pussy. I will only use your mouth and anus to enter your body." I gasped again and gaped at him. Did people really do it like that? I'm not sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. He pressed on. "This will also ensure that there will be no children before we are ready. On our first anniversary, if you decide that you want to stay married to me, we will celebrate and I will take great pleasure in breaking through your final barrier. If you decide that this lifestyle is too overwhelming, you can choose to walk away. I will not stop you, and you will still be intact for another, perfectly vanilla marriage." He paused. "Go and get ready for a nice hot bath. I will be in to help you complete preparations for our wedding night in just a minute. I have my own preparing to do while you are in the bath." He kissed me gently, and rose to his feet. I followed suit and gathered my things into the bathroom. Vivian's Story Ch. 02 Thanks to everyone wrote me feedback for this story, be sure to keep it coming. I probably should have stated in the first chapter that this story is a spin-off of another of my stories, "Mother's Shining Example". It might be helpful to read it first, but not essential. Enjoy. Ch. 2 My thoughts were scattered. I hadn't been given the opportunity to ask many questions, and as a result, I was trying to assimilate everything at once. I was scared at the thought of being made to accept his penis in my anus, but for the period of a year at least, it seemed I had little choice. I knew instinctively that that would be very uncomfortable at best. It came down to trust. Did I trust this new husband of mine? He seemed determined for me to be able to make a clean break if this didn't work out. I couldn't see him doing something that would be horribly scarring in some way. I determined then to be the best wife that I could be in the next year and put myself at his feet, both literally and figuratively. Only then could I be totally satisfied that I had done my best to make the marriage a happy one. Paul came into the room as I was setting my toiletries in the shower. I was still shy at being naked in front of him, but he just grinned and motioned for me to sit on the toilet seat. He had some kind of rubber contraption with tubes that I had never seen before. It gave me tingles in the pit of my stomach. "This is an enema kit," he told me. "I am going to use it to clean out your bowels." The tingling deepened and moved lower. "You you are going to accept this tube into your rectum. Then I am going to open this nozzle," he indicated, "and it will let the cleansing solution from the bag into your body. When it is empty, I am going to remove the nozzle and replace it with a small plug so that none of the solution escapes." The plug that he held looked so small, but I knew that it was going to take getting used to. He continued. "Of course you realize that you must be cleaned out before I can put my cock in your anus," he said, and he couldn't quite keep the leer out of his voice. "I will sometimes do this to you and you will sometimes do it for yourself. There are times when a full cleansing may not be required. You will eventually learn to read and monitor your body and know when an enema is necessary." It all sounded so clinical to me, but the tingling sensation had turned into full blown panting lust at the thought that I would soon be accepting all manner of intrusions into my rectal cavity. As he set the enema kit on the counter, I stared at the huge cock that strained the khaki shorts right in front of my face. He paused momentarily to look down at me as I gazed at his bulge. I suspect now that he was savoring the moment as it would be one of the last that held pure innocence and lust combined. He reached down and slowly undid the zipper of his shorts to reveal his cock. I shivered slightly having never been so close to one in person. The sight filled me with dread and desire simultaneously. I was so horny for this but I thought that I would be split apart by his huge manhood. I looked up at him and he smiled at me as he took his now stiff member and lightly stroked it. I stared as he brought himself to full attention only inches from my lips and the urge to touch it was almost too powerful. He seemed to sense my desire. "Do you like what you see?" He asked me. I could only nod as I continued to stare. "Kiss the crown. Feel the velvet head and taste the salt water from earlier," He directed me. I leaned forward slightly and breathed in his scent. He smelled sandy and salty and manly. I puckered my lips and placed them on the underside of the crown of his luscious cock. Next I let my lips part slightly to snake out my tongue and taste the saltiness that had collected there. He moaned and his cock bounced up and brushed my cheek. I remember wondering how something could be so soft and so hard at the same time. I knew I wanted more. He took a hold of it by the base and directed it towards my mouth. I kissed it again this time directly on the peak of the head, and swirled my tongue around some to savor the salty flavor. He was delicious. I looked up at his hooded eyes and knew that he was enjoying it too. "Suck it into your mouth and use your lips and tongue like it was a popsicle," he instructed me. I did as he said, and sucked the head gently into my mouth as I swirled my tongue under the ridge. I felt like such a slut sitting here learning how to suck cock, but instead of being ashamed, I was incredibly turned on! I had never felt anything but distain for the girls on campus that bragged about sucking off someone on the football team or whoever. In that moment, I felt such pride and arousal that I could give Paul this pleasure, it was incredible. Paul was murmuring under his breath and as I sucked, I caught fleeting noises about good little girl. Suddenly, his hands came up to the sides of my head, and he stilled my movements and looked down at me. "I am going to press further into your mouth now, and I want you to take it into your throat as deep as you can. Hold your breath and do your best not to gag." I nodded and opened my mouth wider to accommodate him and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock slide slowly in over my wet lips deeper into my mouth. He was in charge now, holding my head steady as he pushed his hips forward to lodge the head of his cock in my throat. My throat muscles strained and worked around his dick as I tried to hold off my gag reflex. He held it there until finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pushed back against the hands holding my head as I tried to come up for air. He let me go and I gasped for breath. I could see his grin through the tears that had gathered, and I could tell he was pleased. "That was wonderful, pet. I am very satisfied with your cock sucking effort so far," he told me as I smiled up at him. "Did you like that?" I considered for a minute. "I liked the taste and feel of you," I told him. "I liked how it made me feel to pleasure you." He grinned and buckled himself up as he turned back to the counter. "Now, for the enema. I will teach you how to do this for yourself later, but tonight, I want to administer this myself. Bend over the counter while I prepare the bag." I did as I was told, and watched him at work. He turned on the tub spout and set the water to warm. I could not believe that I was going to submit to this, that I actually wanted it by this time. I wasn't sure how it would feel, but my pussy was literally throbbing with pent up desire and I would have agreed to just about anything at that point. There was a tube of lubricant and the small anal plug on the counter next to me in preparation. He came up behind me again. "Hold your cheeks open for me," he ordered. Oh, God, how humiliating! Not only was I about to receive my first enema, but I was required to hold my ass open for him to administer it! My pussy pulsated as I reached around to spread my cheeks open to his view. He brought his hand up to my core and gently stroked until the moist lips parted to reveal my clit standing up and begging for attention. When he stroked his finger across my clit for the first time, I thought that my world would shatter. "Have you ever had an orgasm before?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. I had masturbated some, but it had brought only temporary relief. "This is a very important rule that I want you to remember. You are not to play with your pussy or come without my permission. Not ever. I will punish you like the bad little girl are if you touch yourself without my ok. This is one of the primary rules, got it?" I nodded again, but that wasn't good enough for Paul. "I want to hear you say it!" He commanded me. "Yes, yes," I moaned, almost delirious with excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, I felt the cool touch of his lubricated finger on my exposed anus. I moaned again as he gently pressed the tip of it just inside the tight ring. His other hand came up to play with my stiff nipple and I felt myself arching back to meet the invading finger in my ass. Encouraged, he went deeper, smearing the lube in more before gently rocking his finger in and out of my tight little hole. I had never felt anything like this sensation before. It was slightly uncomfortable, but incredibly arousing as I realized that I was being sodomized with my husband's finger. I flushed in arousal more when I realized that It would soon be my husband's cock doing the sodomizing. However, what I felt next was a little different. The nozzle of the enema tube was hard and cool as it slipped into my rectum. I felt the same slightly full sensation as I has I had with his finger and then a warm rush as he opened the nozzle to let the water into my waiting ass. "Oh!" I exclaimed as the unfamiliar swelling sensation began in earnest. After a few seconds, he closed the clamp, and I tried to get up. He pressed me back down with the palm of his hand on my back. "Where are you going, little girl?" he asked me. "I have to go!" I almost shouted at him, but he just laughed quietly. "Not yet, little girl. I only gave you a small amount of fluid. Your body is trying to expel, but for the enema to work properly, you must hold it in. Calm down , breathe evenly, and relax your anal muscles." I did as he directed and soon, I was getting more used to the sensation. I calmed down, and Paul opened the clamp again. This time, I was slightly more prepared for the sensation, but it was still very uncomfortable. He let the bag drain this time before clamping the tube and removing the nozzle from my stretched anus. In a flash, he has the plug and was working it into my ass. The sensation of being stuffed with the cold plug after the warm water rush of the enema was very strange. At this point, I wasn't really sure that I was going to enjoy anything else that was going to happen tonight. I was full, uncomfortable, scared, felt like I had to poop like crazy, and almost mad at Paul for putting me in this predicament. I told myself just to muddle through and do my best to please my new husband. He stroked my back, leaned over and started whispering in my ear again. "Shh...shh. Hush little girl. Relax and let the water work in your body." He started stroking lower around my buttocks and then slipped in between the folds of my pussy. That felt good, but at this point, I was still holding onto my indignation. I moaned and squirmed to try to communicate with him, but he was having none of it. "Focus on my voice. Remember why you are here. You are on a beautiful tropical island in a private bungalow with your new Husband and Master. You are being cleaned out in preparation to receive your Master's hard cock in your tight little ass." He began teasing my clit with one finger, fluttering it lightly but rapidly. I was starting to heat up more again, spurred by his words as much as his finger. "Your ass is going to stretch around my cock and feel so good. You are going to make me so proud by submitting to my cock. This is what you were made for." And he kissed me so hard that I almost lost my balance, but fortunately he was there to steady me. He positioned me standing, but bent over the toilet and pulled his shorts down again. His dick dangled obscenely in front of me and I had an overwhelming urge to take it in my mouth again. I stretched out to do so, but he stepped back. "You must always ask permission to touch your Master.," Paul said. "This is another rule for you to abide by. It is a sign of respect and devotion for my person. I, however will not usually ask your permission to touch you. You will see my absolute respect for you in other ways." He looked at me expectantly. "M..MM...May I please suck on you, Sir?" I stammered as I looked up at him. I felt like such a complete whore, but desire sang in my veins. I could feel a slight cramping in my bowels, but I didn't care. He smiled and nodded and I leaned forward and parted my lips. I gently kissed the head of his cock before running my tongue up and down the sides. It jumped a little and surprised me, but I liked the growing hardness. I sucked the head in gently and worked it a little in my mouth some. I was unsure of what to do, but Paul was smiling and moaning slightly and seemed to be enjoying my ministrations. I remembered from earlier, and opened my mouth wide to try to work the head further into my throat. I think I might have scraped his member slightly with my teeth, but he made no complaint. I had a little rhythm going when my gag reflex kicked in and I choked. When I did, I was forcefully reminded of the enema and plug in my ass. The sensations of being stuffed were almost overwhelming, and I started to get panicky. Paul must have seen the look in my eyes, because he pulled his dick out of my mouth with a pop and pushed down on the back of my neck to hold me still. "Shh...calm down. Hold it all in." I stopped struggling, but I had tears in my eyes. I felt like I had to go so bad, but I concentrated on taking calming breaths. I eventually felt it working, and the panic receded. I looked up at Paul, waiting to be led. "It is time for you to expel your enema." I was immediately scared, but his voice was gentle and calming. "Here is what I want you to do. Sit upright on the toilet and count to 50. Then remove the plug from your anus. Do this quickly, or you will make a mess and upset me. The enema will come rushing out. It might scare you, but I promise that you are only being cleaned out thoroughly. Take your time, and when you feel like you are completely empty, go ahead with your shower. I will be waiting in the bedroom." He gave me a searching look which I answered with a nod, and once again, I was left with my own thoughts of what had just happened to me. It almost seemed surreal. Like I had watched another woman receive a cleansing from across the room. I sat and began to count. At around 20, I could feel the water moving down and I instinctively clenched down more tightly on the plug. My desire was receding quickly as I began to feel more like I was going to explode. I tried to focus and remember his words to me. His face was utmost in my mind and I saw his warmth and caring. I felt a sense of calm come over me as I reached 50. I was ready to finish this thing and give myself completely to him. I knew that I trusted him and I loved him. My hand brushed my moist pussy lips and I shivered as I reached down and pulled out the plug. Vivian's Story Ch. 03 I couldn't describe the feeling that were coursing through me as I expelled the enema. Certainly fear mingled with lust, but it was so intense that it was as if I was experiencing every emotion in the universe at once. It was over with in seconds, but I felt drained as I sat on the toilet seat. I have no real idea of how long I sat there, but after waiting for a bit, I cleaned up and started the shower. The evening air in our bungalow had turned chilly, so I made the shower nice and hot. I washed and stood under the stream, feeling the hot water melt away some of my tension. It was impossible not to enjoy the surroundings. The bathroom featured an entirely glass wall facing out to the open ocean. There was planter box just outside that provided some privacy but still let the magnificent views be seen. It was filled with the most beautiful and exotic plants that I had ever seen in my small mid-western life. The lights on the ocean and the stars set an incredibly romantic mood, and for the first time, I forgot my apprehension and realized that I was here with my husband. The man I loved and wanted to honor above all others. The man who would be my partner in life. I would be the same for him. With thoughts of the romance to come this evening instead of the actual events that would transpire, I finished my shower and dried off. Paul left me alone during all this time, only knocking once to ask if I was all right. I was just fine. I took my time and primped somewhat, enjoying the leisure. I knew that I had better not push my luck, though. My new husband was waiting. Unsure of his wishes, I stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. He looked swiftly up at me, seemingly surprised at my naked state. Thinking about it now, it was kind of a metaphor for my thoughts at the time. Naked, waiting for him to mold me. Paul came up to me slowly, looking me in the eyes the whole time. He drew me slowly into an embrace and bent his head to kiss me. Gently, his tongue parted my lips, and I felt the sizzle in my loins start again. His kiss was gentle, but I felt myself growing impatient, wanting more and deeper contact with him. He broke apart and chuckled at me. "A bit excited, are you?" he asked teasingly. I grinned up at him and he gently steered me over to the bed. Easing me backwards, he leaned into me with another kiss. I eagerly responded to him, bringing my arms up around him to encourage him to come closer. He lost his footing and came tumbling down on top of me on the bed. I ducked and laughed and he rolled over completely on top of me. He pinned my arms above my head and leered down at me. In his best evil villain voice he said to me, "I have you now my sweet. You are my prisoner!" I laughed and tried to roll out from underneath him, but he was having none of it. He flopped me like a rag doll over his lap. "You must be punished for trying to escape me!" he declared and brought his hand down on my left ass cheek. It wasn't hard enough to really hurt, but as he continued, I could feel the heat build inside and out. Soon, I was arching my back to get my ass up higher for him. I felt like a cat in heat. He started rubbing my cheeks in the same spots that he had made pink. His right hand slipped lower to my moist core and I opened my legs slightly for him to get better access. He started slow, but gradually increased the friction on my clit, and I could feel my juices start to really flow again. He leaned over and whispered in my ear again, "I have you now". He continued manipulating my pussy until I thought I would scream before gently rolling me over on my back again. He pushed my knees up to my chest and spread my thighs wide. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his hot gaze directly on my spread open pussy. I know I was blushing down to my toes at his close scrutiny, but I held still and let him look his fill. He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. I quivered as he repeated the act a little higher up. A little higher up and a litter higher until he paused right above my quim. I shuddered as I felt his hot breath caressing my sensitive clit. He slowly lowered his head and touched the very tip of his tongue to my nubbin. I couldn't believe that he was doing something so intimate. This seemed so depraved to let a man do this to me. Even if that man was my husband. I blushed even more, if that's possible. He started slowly sweeping his tongue around the inside of my pussy lips. He used long motions, apparently wanting to lap the dew seeping out of my hole. After gathering the outer moisture, he focused his tongue on broad strokes up and down from my clit to my perineum. Every now and then he would stop to swirl around my clit a few times. This had me breathless and crazy and I was afraid that if he did that for too much longer, I would loose control. He slithered around some more and then snaked his tongue down to my tight rose hole. I was unprepared for this. Now this was too intimate. I moaned and thrashed my head back and forth. I tried to protest, but he grabbed my hands at my waist and stilled me. "You will be silent and allow me to do this. Pay attention to your body," he instructed. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to picture our bodies from above. The scene of me on my back with my legs spread and my pussy exposed was bad enough. Picturing my husband's muscular back and dark head between my thighs had my head swimming. And add the final mortification that he was licking my virgin ass hole had my pussy quivering and the juice running down towards his laboring tongue. I was so ashamed that I was actually enjoying this. What kind of woman would get pleasure from such an act? With a last lingering lick, he eased up on the bed and covered my body with his. He bent to kiss me again and this time, I showed no hesitation in displaying my horny state. The musky taste of myself was a potent intoxicant and I greedily sucked on his tongue as I lifted my hips to meet his. I felt his hard cock against my soft belly and it sent me even deeper into a frenzy. I couldn't stop myself from humping against him and whimpering in frustration. Paul slowly lifted himself up off of me and watched me writhe uncontrollably for a few seconds and then reached to the bed table beside him. He came back with a small tube of some kind of liquid. His hands urged me up and into a position on all fours. He put a pillow under my abdomen and gently pushed my head down to rest on the my arms and spread my knees wide, but comfortably. "I am going to prepare your little hole to take my cock," he addressed me again. "First, I will use the lube and my finger. I am going to use a generous amount." I heard the squish noise as the lube and air were expelled from the tube onto his finger. "Just a little chilly now. Shh..." he crooned as I felt the cold lubricant touch my tight little rosebud. He spread it around some before dipping his finger into the narrow opening. I gasped at the sensations, still a bit strange. It took less time to get used to his finger this time, and the lube warmed quickly to my body temperature. I was afraid that he would just get on top and jam his cock right into my ass, but he looked as if he understood my reservations. "I am going to take my time with you tonight, little one. I am going to be as gentle as possible with you," Paul said to me tenderly. "I still want you to know that no matter how much I prepare you, it is still going to hurt some. That is the nature of the act and unavoidable until you get used to it." He came over to the side of the bed and crouched down next to me. I lifted my head to look him in the eye. I could tell he was serious. "I am sorry this will hurt. I love you." I was truly touched by his compassion. I knew then that I could place more trust into the hands of this man, and I settled back into position, ready and waiting. He went back around and sat on the edge of the bed behind me. I could feel his gaze on my most private places again, and I felt another rush. He leaned forward until I could once again feel his breath on my open pussy. His finger gently twisted its way back into my anal passage. I could barely hold still, but he seemed to be taking his time. His hot breath was steady. I knew that he could smell my soggy cunt and that just inflamed me more. His finger gradually worked its way deeper until I could feel his knuckles against my moist lips. He rocked in and out several times before pulling all the way out. I heard the snap of a lid and the gush of more lube, and this time, I felt more than one finger working its way into my rectum. This was slightly more uncomfortable, but tolerable, I decided. He started twisting them around, trying to loosen my tight channel. I was rocking back on my knees at this point, desperate to keep his hands in contact with my body. I was unprepared, however when he spread his two fingers while buried deep in my hole. I jumped forward on my knees a little and he hushed me again. "I know that hurt a little, Sweet, but I want you to try to focus now. Focus on my voice, and focus on what your body is feeling at my hand," he murmured. I was mesmerized. "Don't just focus on the pleasure or the pain. Let them merge. Focus on sensation. Open your body to me." I dipped my head low and brought my ass high to allow him greater access. I couldn't believe that something that hurt like that could have me begging for more. It was like it didn't matter what act I was performing or what it felt like. As long as I could do it for him, I was willing to give anything. I was all his, now. There was no turning back. A third finger was added to my rectum and Paul placed his hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. Greasing them all good back and forth for a few, he then gently spread his fingers until I could feel the cool breeze just inside the warm interior of my ass. I had no desire to struggle this time, as the cool/warm sensation caused fire to lick through my veins. He held me open for a moment before withdrawing his fingers. I heard him rustle his clothes behind me and squirt more lube. He came around and stood next to the bed near my head. "Open your eyes and watch me. Watch me get ready," he told me. "Tell me what I am preparing for," he instructed. "Be specific" "You are getting ready to stretch my virgin asshole with your cock," I panted, as I watched him slowly pull on his hard cock. I was blushing so much, it felt like my face was engulfed in flames. "I am going to receive your cock in my backdoor and finally see how it feels to serve my Husband." The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me was intense. He growled deep in his throat and grabbed me by the hair. I was startled, but he brought me up and his mouth down to my lips in a fierce kiss. I responded and he deepened the kiss before breaking off and slowly easing me back down on the bed by the hair. I went back down on my hands and knees, head down, ass high in the air. Paul was ready. So was I. I felt the bed shift behind me as he moved himself into position. His hard member grazed my cheeks and I think I whimpered. I felt the cool air on my rosebud again as he separated my cheeks and slowly rubbed the head of his dick up and down my crack. I was scared and excited at the same time. I didn't want to get hurt, but then again, the hurt had been so good earlier. I wanted it done, but I wanted this deliciousness to last forever. I screamed and went rigid as I felt the head slip easily into my lubed hole. "Shh...relax," he whispered in my ear. "I know it hurts, but I am not pulling out. You will get used to it. I am going to hold it here while you try to calm down. Relax and breathe." I tried to do as he instructed, and in an few moments, I was breathing a bit easier. I consciously relaxed my muscles and settled back into position. "Good girl," he whispered to me. I felt him move a fraction further into my sore rectum and I stayed as still and relaxed as I could to accept it. Slowly but surely, he worked the entire length of his member into my ass and groaned as his hairy balls grazed my juicy, open cunt. We were both gasping for breath as he began to slowly move back and forth. The sensations were incredible to me. The actual feeling of having a cock pumping my ass well as knowing that I was submitting to it willingly had the juice dripping out of my pussy and down my thighs. After a few minutes, he told me to reach down and hold the lips of my pussy open, but not play with myself in any way. I couldn't believe it! He wanted me to do something so nasty, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it because he told me to, and because I knew that I wanted whatever he would do to me. The breeze was cool on my exposed clit and I desperately wanted to rub it as Paul picked up the pace to piston my behind. The pain was getting hard to ignore again, and I begged him to let me play with my pussy. He reached down and flicked my clit gently with his finger. I whimpered and moaned, and he chuckled. With the pad of his finger, he traced circles as I continued to hold myself open. I couldn't help but buck slightly which sent his cock deeper into my ass. He growled again and braced himself with both arms on the bed to drive his pole as deep as he could. I was crying now, in pain and in pleasure. He was spearing me so deep. His balls slapped on my clit with each thrust, and it drove me crazy. My clit was throbbing and my whole body was on fire. I heard him whisper to me to play with my clit and I practically attacked it, rubbing and spanking, searching for more of that incredible sensation. It seemed like I couldn't get enough, couldn't quite reach that plateau of feeling that always signaled the onset of orgasm for me. I started getting close, and I told him so. "I am too, I want you to wait until I tell you. Hold onto it until you hear my ok. Can you do you do that?" he asked. I nodded into my pillow, incapable of speaking. I was right on the verge, holding onto the rhythm of the pain to keep me steady. He plunged in and out as I clutched him with my muscles. I could not feel his balls swinging low any longer, but his cock seemed incredibly harder than it was before. It was mind-blowing and I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer when I heard him say, "Now!" He lunged forward and buried himself to the hilt. I crumpled under him and my world shattered into a thousand pieces. I came with such intensity I thought I might pass out. Paul wrapped his arms around me as we rode it together and finally crashed down to earth, and collapsed on the bed in a heap. "I love you," he whispered in my ear. "You are incredible. You are the one for me." I smiled to myself as I dozed off. I was sated and happy that I had pleased him so well. I fell asleep quickly, knowing I would need my rest. Vivian's Story Ch. 04 Please DO NOT read unless you are 18 or older. A BIG thank you to all readers, and especially to those who send feedback, comment and vote. Paul woke me up once more in the night to slide his shaft into my ass. I was still sore from his earlier fucking, but I went up on my hands and knees to receive his cock like a good wife. It was still so tight, he murmured into my ear to relax me as he worked his pole in to the hilt. "What a good girl you are. Mmm...getting right up for me to ream your sweet ass. Do you know what I am going to do to you?" I shook my head into my pillow, too aroused by his voice to answer. "I am going to use you. I am going to use your tight ass with my cock and you are going to take it like a twenty dollar whore. Then, I am going to shoot my load into your mouth. And after you open up and show me what a good little slut you are by taking my cum, you are going to swallow every drop. Is that clear?" Paul's last words were punctuated by his cock spearing my bowels. "Yes, Sir." I replied automatically, lost in a haze of lust. He continued. "And after you swallow every drop of my cum, you are going to clean me with your mouth. You are going to lick and suck my cock until it is squeaky clean. This is a new rule for you to remember. Always clean my cock when I am done using you." "Yes, Sir," I panted. Deep down, I couldn't believe he was commanding me to do something so filthy. Even more unbelievable was the fact that just the thought of sucking him clean after he fucked my ass made my pussy spasm and sent juice running down my thighs again. "Oh, no, little slut. I felt that. Don't you dare cum without permission. And you aren't going to get it anytime soon. Right now, you exist to please me. Hold your ass cheeks open." I complied and he began ramming his cock in deep and hard before sliding it out again. It still hurt, but now it was more of a dull ache. An ache that seemed almost equal with the pulsing in my pussy. I felt like a twenty dollar hooker, taking his cock any way he wanted to use me. But strangely, these feelings only added to my growing desire. I couldn't understand it, my submission to him was so incredibly erotic to me that I was panting with need. It seemed like time stood still as I stayed on my knees, bent over and holding my ass open for him to pump. I was staggeringly aroused, my whole attention focused on the sensations in my ass and pussy. When he kept his cock inside of me momentarily, it pulsated and throbbed as if it held his heart inside. Maybe it did. He grabbed me by the hair and drug me up on my knees as he stood on the bed. I opened my mouth in anticipation, horny as hell and waiting for his cum to hit my tongue. The first spray caught me across my mouth and cheek. He adjusted his aim and shot the rest of his load directly onto my waiting tongue. I resisted the urge to swallow and held still as he wanked the last few dribbles out and wiped them on my lips. "Show me, slut," he commanded, breathing heavily. I opened my mouth wide and tipped my chin up to give him a better view. By now, I was starting to gather saliva and it was mixing heavily with his spunk. "Good girl. You took all that load, just like you were told to. Go ahead and swallow, then you have one last chore to finish to make me proud." He offered his cock to me and I didn't pause. I took the entire length of him into my warm mouth and suckled him gently as he moaned and grunted. I planted my lips at the base and swirled my tongue around as much as I could, trying to collect the lube and whatever else was lingering. The taste wasn't unpleasant, but I suspected it would have been a lot worse if he hadn't cleaned me out earlier. I made a mental note to be very careful about that in the future. When I was done, I kissed the tip tenderly and he came back down to my level on the bed. He hugged me and told me how proud he was that I obeyed him perfectly. He then instructed me to brush my teeth, and join him again. I went happily, walking on a cloud of praise and fire. I was still so horny, I was ready for him to bang me again. I couldn't wait. I wanted more. When I went back to the bedroom, I was surprised to find Paul dressed in another pair of swim trunks. He held a short terrycloth robe out to me and tied it around my waist. "We are going for a walk." he said simply. He took me by the hand and led me down the ramp that led to the beach from our veranda. We were very close to the shore and being 3:30 in the morning, there was nobody else about. We walked down the beach like that for a while, just enjoying the cool air and the moonlight playing about the waves. The ocean was calm and beautiful. I had never seen anything like it before, and I was awestruck. I paused near an outcropping of rocks to take it all in and realized that I was living a perfect moment in time. I closed my eyes, breathed in the tangy air, and tried to commit every detail to memory. When I opened my eyes, Paul was standing in front of me, the same awestruck look in his eyes. Only he was not looking at the ocean, he was looking at me. My heart filled up, and he bent his head to kiss me. He started out tender, but soon, the fire was raging me again, and I knew he was feeling the same. He captured my lips with his teeth and gave me a playful bite. I responded in kind, and then sucked his tongue like I had sucked his cock earlier. He sucked in a deep breath of air and leaned me backwards over the rock behind me. I stayed like that when he backed away from me and untied the sash on my robe. The sides fell open and my nakedness was revealed for all to see. My breasts were swollen with desire, the faint light illuminating the pale skin exposed to the night air. Paul took a moment to look at my body from head to toe, gauging the level of my desire. Smiling with satisfaction, he reached out and plucked at my engorged nipples with his fingertips. I moaned into the sea breeze and he pinched harder, trapping the tips between his thumb and finger. He held them like that for an instant before pulling out on the tweaked nips, extending them by a good quarter inch. I was tossing my head, whimpering at the pain and pleasure. How could the two coexist so sensually? He rolled them again before letting go. My breath caught in my throat, and I slid to my knees in front of him, holding onto his legs and breathing heavy. I hugged him around the back of his calves, and he laughed and helped me to my feet again as I caught my breath. I started to tie the robe, but he told me to leave it. "I want to enjoy looking at you," he said. So I left it. He kissed me again, this time, reaching around to run his finger into my wet pussy crack. He held the sopping finger to my lips, and I licked it clean, just like I knew was expected of me. We walked a bit further before heading back towards the bungalow. I was starting to get a chill, and Paul wrapped hid arm around my waist to draw me closer to him. I could feel his muscles ripple as we walked, and it gave me another thrill to know that this handsome, vital, sensual man was my husband. I was a very lucky woman, indeed. As we reached the bungalow again, Paul stopped me from going inside. He directed me to stand at the top of the steps in the doorway of the veranda and hold onto the roof poles. He took a canvas bag from one of the wicker lounge chairs and withdrew several lengths of rope. I whimpered slightly at the sight of them. I didn't know if I was ready for this. "Shhh...I am not going to hurt you," he whispered. "You are like a gift from the Gods and so I offer you back to them, for a bit, at least." He tied my hands and feet to the poles and drew the robe back as far off my shoulders as it would go. I could feel the breeze again on my wet pussy, and I couldn't help the tears that started. I heard his footsteps retreat behind me into the bungalow. What now? Was I to be left like this? What if someone saw me? I would be humiliated! That thought and the chilly air made my nipples tingle and ache. After a few minutes, it began to register that he was really leaving me here like an offering. The light was just starting to play on the ocean. People would be waking in a bit, ready to hit the beach. Our bungalow was a ways from the shoreline, but if anyone looked in our direction, they would surely see me. I started to cry in earnest. Was this really what he wanted from me? I tried to take calming breaths and understand what he was thinking. He had called me beautiful and a gift. Did he really want to share me? I hoped he only meant spiritually, visually, instead of truly physically. Yet if he wanted me to, I thought that I would do anything for this man. All of the sudden, a blindfold appeared in front of my eyes and blocked out everything I could see. I whimpered, but Paul shushed me from behind. I hadn't even heard him approach. His hands came around my torso to play with my rock hard nipples and he plucked at them gently. They were so hard, it hurt, and he cupped my whole breasts in his large, warm hands. I was trembling with chill and need and Paul slid his hands lower and traveled the length of my moist slit. The pad of his finger found my engorged clit, and he played, pinched and pulled until I was writhing with need, still tied to the veranda. I felt his body slide around mine, and then soft, gentle kisses rained all over my belly and thighs. "You are beautiful," I heard him say, and the next moment, he was kissing my moist slit. I gasped. It felt like little electric shocks were being sent from my quim throughout my entire body. My nipples were pulsing with the brush of his tongue on my most sensitive parts. And because I hadn't been allowed to orgasm earlier, I was so excited that I was quivering all over. It was as if the ropes were the only thing holding me up. Paul lapped the juice from my pussy opening and then dove for my clit. His teeth nipped my bud after he drew it into his mouth with his lips. He sucked hard and the sensations were so intense, I thought I might faint. My head was spinning and I felt like I couldn't control my body or it's reactions. The fact that I couldn't see added to my brain's chaos, and suddenly I was forcefully thrown into the most incredible abyss I had experienced until that point. I saw stars. I saw light. I couldn't breathe, but it seemed unimportant in that single, mind-blowing moment. I screamed into the salty air and jerked against the ropes that held me like a woman possessed. Paul continued the pressure with his lips until he sensed that I was starting to fade. Then he moved lower to lap the juice that was flowing copiously from my slit. I could feel that I was sloppy wet, and longed to feel his cock there. I was exhausted and scared as I realized that I was still tied to the porch blindfolded. I started to shake and Paul quickly saw my predicament and stood to untie me. I fell against him as he undid my hands and he hugged me close. I reached to remove the blindfold, but he stilled my hands. "Leave it. Do you really want to know if anyone saw your beautiful orgasm?" He whispered in my ear. "If they saw, then they surely heard," he teased. I was mortified, but he laughed softly and picked me up to carry me back into the bungalow. "Across the threshold, Mrs. Emerson," he joked lightly. "Better late than never," I whispered drowsily. I was so tired, but my body still hummed and throbbed. I couldn't believe that I wanted more, but I wanted him to truly make love to me. Properly, like a real husband. Paul laid me down on the bed, and I could just see some light around the edges of my blindfold. But I wore it at his pleasure, and would take it off for the same reason. He curled up next to me and I could feel his hard cock rubbing my hip. I giggled slightly, he had tickled me with it. He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fist around his hardness. I pumped it slightly and he moaned. I whispered my request, but oddly, it brought him up short. "Vivian, what have you learned in the past few days," he asked me softly. His tone held a hint of disapproval, and because I couldn't see him, he was hard to gauge. I sat up, but didn't respond, so he continued. "This is how I make love. It will be softer at times, and more difficult others, but always, I will be in control," he said firmly. "I set these boundaries for a reason. A reason that you agreed with. You need to live this way, with me, for a long period of time. You must know, for your own well being, if this is truly what you want for the rest of your life," he concluded. I sighed, but agreed. He was right, and I was wrong to question him. He had given me no reason not to trust him, and I had lived a much more sheltered life than he had. "I'm sorry," I apologized to him. Instead of answering, he took my face in his hands and drew off my blindfold. When I was finally free to look him in the eye, I was almost overwhelmed by what I saw. All the love, hope and dreams for our future were there and he kissed me passionately. I did not hesitate to kiss him back, and soon our passions were aroused again. "One final word of caution on the subject, little slut," his lips grazed my ear. "If you question my authority again, I will give you one of two choices." This time he looked me in the eye. "Annulment papers," I gasped at that, but he went on calmly, "or you will submit to the punishment of my choice. Understand?" I nodded at him and satisfied, he grasped my nipple and pinched lightly. I moaned, and he claimed my mouth for another kiss. I could do nothing to resist, and he gently pushed me back down onto the bed. We kissed gently and dozed as the sun rose over the ocean view from our little bungalow. Vivian's Story Ch. 05 Thanks again to all readers for supporting the authors on this site. You are a wonderful and receptive audience and I love all the encouragement. Paul woke me and I looked at the bedside clock. 9:am. It wasn't too late, and it wasn't too early. Just right. Paul suggested that I take a shower while he ordered some room service. The warm water felt great on my sore body. I had a chance to reflect again, and I decided that I was loving my new husband more every day. During breakfast, we discussed some touristy type ideas and settled on visiting some pyramid-like ruins a few hours drive from our hotel. The drive was semi-rugged so Paul found a place that rented open top jeeps and off we went. The hotel provided picnic lunches for the guests and we drove and chatted along the way. I found out so many things about my new husband. His father was military, but Paul said he never felt obliged to follow. Being in the Vietnam era, he said he much preferred to go to school and earn a degree. His father, seeing the casualty list increase daily, agreed with his only son. This did not stop Paul from living an orderly and structured life, he told me, due to his upbringing. He thought it may have been a primary reason he wanted a submissive wife. Structure. Order. These were values that were important to him. I was so thankful I had found this man. At some point during the ride, Paul noticed that we had seen no traffic for a while, and pulled over to the side of the now dirt road. Turning to me, he unbuttoned my blouse completely and bared my breasts to the warm sunlight. He grinned at me and rebuked my seatbelt. Without another word, he pulled back onto the main road and continued driving. I was speechless, but it also turned me on like crazy. The sun felt great, and it was a thrill to know that anybody we passed would know that I was a good girl that did the bidding of my Master. Well maybe that's not what they would think, but that's what was going through my mind. Every now and then, Paul would reach for the back of my head and bring my face down to rub his cock through his shorts. I was horny as hell. We passed nobody for miles, however and when we pulled up in the small parking lot, it was deserted. I guess being the off season, and a few hours drive, not many tourist get out this way, but the place didn't feel empty. I really felt like the lost souls of this ancient civilization were watching over us I shuddered and Paul undid my seat belt again. "Keep your top undone. I want everyone to see your bare breasts as we walk around," Paul told me. I didn't know what everyone he was talking about, but maybe he got the same eerie sense from this place as I did. It was a thrilling thought that I was to walk around half naked for an audience that I could almost believe was real. There was no visitors center or anything like that. Just some crude signage that gave generic details about the site. The pyramid was the central part of a larger community that time had not been kind to. One plaque read that most of the site had been consumed by the jungle of the region. You could see several small mounds laid out in circular pattern around the pyramid. We began our walk at the base of the pyramid and I leaned in to examine the carving on one of the base blocks. I felt Paul come up behind me and grasp my breasts roughly. I moaned with pleasure. How many eyes were watching my Master maul my tits? "Loose the top," he ordered me. I complied after he let go, and he draped it over one of the signposts as we moved on. I started to protest. What if someone came along? "I guess they will see your pretty titties hanging out in the sun," he told me. "I am proud that my wife is a beautiful slut that does what she is told." He kissed me hard. I still had on a short summer skirt and my sandals, but I felt completely exposed. We made our way around the circle, and I felt like I was being circled myself. Paul couldn't take his eyes off me and when he couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed me by the arm and led me back to the pyramid. I was unceremoniously bent over the jutting base rock. The rough surface scratched my bare tits and my nipples reacted immediately to the cold stone. I was half scared and half aroused. He wasn't being exactly brutal, but definitely forceful. He flipped up the back of my skirt and tucked it in at the waist. "Stay here," he ordered, and strode back to the car. I felt so exposed as I waited for him to come back. In it's day, this was a busy town square. How many people would be strolling by and see me bent over this stone altar? How many would stop and see what my Master had in store for me next? How many people would use me to take their pleasure before continuing on with their business of the day? I felt a spurt of juice from my pussy and moaned out loud, swaying my hips in front of the imaginary crowd. Paul came back with the lube in his hand and told me to hold still. I did as I was told, and waited not so patiently for him to prepare my tight asshole for his hard cock. I felt his finger slide in and out, smearing lube in my little brown hole. But instead of the hot, hard cock tip I expected, I felt the cool, smooth hardness of a plastic plug being forced into my asshole. I gasped at the odd sensation, but Paul only chuckled. "My little whore not used to toys? Don't worry, you'll love them all, in time." I moaned and arched my back. I couldn't believe that I actually wanted him to violate my asshole out in the open of the town square. I felt him slip a collar around my neck, and I gasped again. It was cool... felt like leather, and wide. It's rigidity forced me to hold my head a little higher, and made me very aware each time I swallowed. What would it feel like when he forced his cock into my throat with it on? The very thought made me shiver and buck my hips. Paul stood back, letting me get used to the sensations, and watching me get hornier by the minute. Then he took my elbow again, gently this time and led me over to where he had laid out a blanket for our picnic. It was in a secluded area, sheltered by a copse of trees and blocked from view from the parking lot by a large mound. If anyone drove up, it seemed that we would have time to gather ourselves before being spotted. I was grateful to Paul for that. I wondered how I was going to sit with the plug in my ass, but it seemed that Paul had other ideas. He told me to wait a sec and I stood at the edge of the blanket while he rummaged through a small duffel bag that he had brought. Out came two stainless steel dog bowls. I couldn't believe that he expected me to eat out of those. I was outraged inside, but horny and hungry outwardly. I would do what I was told. He just sat watching me, waiting for the debate inside me to end. When he sensed that I was weakening, he patted the blanket next to him and indicated for me to join him. I eased my way down, very conscious of being stuffed full. He never said, but I sensed that it would be a bad thing for me to let the plug fall out. I settled on all fours, and then sat back and rested my bottom on my heels. Paul nodded approvingly and turned his attention to the picnic basket. I hoped it was good, I was hungry. First came a thermos full of cold water. No handy liter bottles in those days, but when he poured some into one of the dog bowls, I was mortified. He looked at me expectantly, and I bent to put my lips to the bowl. I could feel the tears start, but when Paul reached up to stroke my hair, I almost felt like purring. "Good girl," he crooned at me gently. When I had drunk a few laps, he turned again to the basket. He brought out several Styrofoam containers and opened them each in turn. Into the other dog bowl went a cold chicken and pasta salad and some fresh mixed fruit. It would all be easy to eat out of a bowl, but this was the most humiliating thing that I had been made to endure to date. I felt totally degraded, and wondered wildly what the hell I had been thinking. Why would I ever let a man do this to me? But in the same instance, I felt the juice running down my thighs and knew that I had never been more aroused in my entire life. Yes, I would continue to do what was expected of me. The tears started flowing freely as I bent my head to eat. Paul watched dispassionately for a minute but then began to stroke my soaking pussy lips. "You are a good girl, you know your place. A good slut's place is at her Master's feet, ready to obey," he whispered to me. I moaned through the tears and sucked on the juicy piece of mango in my mouth. His words made me feel so good, even as I felt so dirty. He withdrew the hand and sat back to eat his own lunch. I won't say I got used to eating from the bowl, but I managed to eat it all. The tears started fresh when I was told to lick my bowl clean like a good little slut puppy, but I did as I was told. Paul took his napkin and wiped my tears when I was finished. "Shh...hush," he whispered. "You have done beautifully this morning. You have overcome every barrier that I have given you today. I am so proud of you." Still sitting on my heels, I snuffled my nose in his lap and felt his cock begin to grow and tent his shorts. He reached over me to rummage in the duffel bag some more and came out with a leash this time. He snapped it quickly to my collar and told me to stay on my hands and knees. The grass in the surrounding area was sot, and I had no difficulty crawling behind him back over to the base of the pyramid. With his hand on the back of my neck, he guided my head to rest on a bottom step. Reaching forward, he brought my arms around behind me and I felt the cold steel cuffs at the same time I heard the clink of the latch. I felt so helpless. I was half naked and completely at the mercy of my Master. I felt the imaginary eyes again, and knew that I was making a most luscious display. My pussy had never been so wet and I was actually close to orgasm, though I had barely been touched. "You are going to get a reward for being such a good little slut today, but first, I am going to enjoy turning your bottom cheeks red. I want you to feel it inside and out when I fuck your delicious ass. I want to feel the heat from your bottom and know that you are feeling exquisite pain from the lashing when my groin meets your bottom on the in stroke." His words made me melt, and I heard the whistle of the tree switch an instant before the pain registered. I cried out, but he continued as if he had not heard and lashed me continuously in a steady rhythm over my thighs and buttocks. I screamed and cried and bucked continuously all the while, but did my best to hold myself in place and not disappoint my Master. I knew I was not being punished, but understood that my pain and submission was heightening not only my Master's pleasure, but my own. The plug wobbled and threatened to fall out, but Paul chose that moment to throw the switch aside and pull it out roughly by the base. I cried out anew when he replaced it with his cock in one smooth stroke. I must have been open pretty wide, because he went in with no problem. He gave a grunt as he hit bottom, and I did the same when I felt his wiry pubic hair greet the angry lash marks on my thighs. He gave me a moment to adjust, and then slowly began to stroke in and out. He set a maddeningly slow pace and methodically reamed my tender asshole. I had tears streaming down my face and could only be still and let him do his will. Bent over with my arms cuffed behind my back, it was all I could do to keep my balance and try not to come. I knew that I would be truly punished for coming without my Master's permission. I was concentrating so hard that I was shocked to hear a small scream just a few feet in front of me. My eyes flew open, and an unbelievable site met me. A couple that appeared to be around the same age as us had come upon us and apparently liked what they saw. The woman was totally naked and bent over a rock adjacent to the step I was bent over. Her hands were unbound, but she was displaying her ass, nonetheless, for her male partner to flay with the switch that Paul had discarded. I made a noise and started to move, but Paul held me in place, and told me to watch. The man was very handsome, and his muscles rippled as he made several swings directly down on her pale cheeks. She was not shy about shrieking and wailed loudly as he continued. At one point, she looked me directly in the eye and shuddered, and I wondered wildly if she had just orgasmed from the beating. And again, this brought me closer to my own orgasm. "Don't you dare, slut," Paul growled at me and picked up the pace with his cock in my ass. His deep thrusts slapped my sore ass time and time again, and I was reminded of my own thrashing while I watched the gorgeous woman in front of me receive the same treatment. Her eyes were not closed, as mine had been, however. Her large green eyes were open and watching everything we were doing. Paul had stepped up the pace of slamming his hard cock into my tight asshole. He was rigidly hard and I could tell that he was getting off on watching the other couple, too. When the other guy threw down the switch, Paul tossed him the bottle of lube and continued reaming me without missing a beat. It all seemed so surreal as we watched him slowly lube her ass and push his solid rod into her squirming body. Unlike Paul, though, he gave her no time to get used to the intrusion before he just started pounding away at her backdoor. She was whimpering and whining, but otherwise stayed perfectly still and took it like a good girl. It seemed as if the guys had worked out a singular tempo. Their thrusts, while not necessarily coinciding in and out wise, had taken on the same beat, and we were all hungrily staring at each other as if in a trance. I could not believe that this was really happening. It crossed my mind briefly that theirs were the eyes that were watching us all along, but they had clearly pulled up later than we had, and had caught us in the act. Watching them watching us was having a definite effect on my libido, and I could feel myself getting closer with every smooth stroke in and out of my asshole. Paul was huffing and puffing and it sounded like he was getting closer to coming, too. My arms were aching and little pebbles were digging into my knees, but I loved it. I loved being a slut for my Master in front of these unknown people in this unearthly place. Paul reached around underneath and I felt his fingers manipulate my clit. I moaned at him, and I hoped that he understood that I wouldn't be able to stop myself if he kept it up. "Cum for me, my little slut. Show them how much you get off on your Master's cock." I exploded at his words. I couldn't have stopped if I tried, and I felt him bury his cock in me to the hilt. His sperm scalded my bowels but was nothing to compare with the heat searing my cunt. Wave after wave of delicious sensation washed over me and I screamed until I had nothing left. Across from us, similar events seemed to be occurring and I heard the man give a harsh roar as he came. The woman had her head thrown back, seemingly in orgasm, but not moving or breathing at all. He bent over on top of her, and she sucked in a huge breath and turned her neck to kiss him. We all gave a shaky laugh, and Paul withdrew. After he unlocked me, I ran for my shirt, still hanging from a nearby post. The other woman gave a tinkling laugh and moved to dress also. The men shook hands, and I heard Paul invite them to share the rest of our lunch. We spent a most pleasant afternoon chatting, before heading back to the bungalow. They were a lovely couple, but leaving the next morning to go home. We never saw them again, but the incident at the ruins stands out in my mind as one of the first real moments of true erotica that I have ever experienced. One of many to come with my Master Husband.