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Yes Sir

By: lacecorset



The room is quiet as you look at me, seeing what I wore today. The skirt is your favorite, the soft gray with the slit up the back. The shirt is magenta, with a bit of sheer material along the v-neck. After leaning in to give me a kiss you ask, "Did you leave off the panties today."

I answer, "No, it's a bit cold out today."

"Didn't I say that whenever you wore that skirt, you needed to leave off your panties? Now, you're going to have to be punished."

I look at you, intrigued. "And what punishment would that be? What task should I perform?"

"Well I think you should have to pleasure yourself, while I sit in front of you. You have to watch me as I play with myself, running my fingers up and down my shaft, massaging my balls. Letting you see the pre cum on my fingers and you can't taste it. And every now and then I will give you a command which you have to follow.

I continue looking at you, getting aroused at the thought of what you were describing.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Well, as this is a punishment...you to tell me when to start, what to do. Should I get undressed, or just hike up my skirt?"

"Oh I'd be naked if I were you. I want to see all of you."

"Yes, sir."

You go to sit down in a chair across the room. I begin to get undressed and am almost finished when I hear, "Stop."

You have a grin on your face as you say, "Get dressed. You didn't do that right. I want it sexy, slow. Tease me, tantalize me. Make me want you."

I put the clothes back on, quickly, and look at you.

"Now try again."

"Yes, sir."

My hands go to the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it up. Baring first my stomach, then my black lace demi-cup bra. You can see my breasts straining against the bra. The shirt goes over my head, messing up my hair even more.

The straps of the bra fall off my shoulders as I reach around and unbutton the skirt...I'm standing in profile as I undo the zipper, breasts threatening to spill over the cups of the bra. After unfastening the skirt, my hands go to my hips and push the skirt slowly over them. You can see the material of the black lace panties come into view. Then the skin of my upper thighs. Now the stops of the thigh-high stockings. The skirt goes down my legs to pool at my feet.

I move the skirt away from my feet, turning away from you fully. I look over my shoulder at you as I reach back and unhook the bra, slowly letting the straps fall down my arms. I throw the bra away from my, as my other hand goes across one breast to hold the other. While still looking at you, I squeeze a little, pulling at the nipple.

I can see you shifting around in the chair as you become aroused.

My hands run from my breasts, over my stomach, to my hips. My hands slip into the edges of the panties and start pulling them down. I am very slowly bending at the waist as I move them down my legs.

As my panties reach my feet, I hear, "Stay bending over, I want to see all of you. Don't move a muscle, or else"

I shift my legs open a bit and put my hands around my ankles to give you a better view.

You walk over to me and bend over with your face really close to my wet opening. You blow gently into me, the combination of cool air and my wetness making goose bumps rise. I shiver at the cold air, trying to stay still until you tell me I can move again

You keep blowing for a while, watching my pussy lips shudder and twitch. You eventually walk back over to the chair and say, "Continue."

I straighten up and stand for just a second, trying to regain some composure...I turn around, and you can see the flush of arousal starting on my face. I can see that you have now undone your pants. Your cock is hanging free, semi-erect.

I kick off my shoes, and walk over to a low chair. I place my foot on the chair, and keep my gaze on your as I slowly roll the stocking down my leg. I take the stocking from my foot and drape it over the edge of the chair.

I put my other foot up and start rolling the stocking down. This time, you have a clear view of my pussy as I do this. You can see the moisture beading there against the hair.

Once again, I hear, "STOP, don't move."

I freeze as my hands have the stocking around my ankle, waiting, as you walk over to me. I can feel your breath against my thighs. You very lightly kiss the back of my calf, then the back of my leg. I'm trying so hard to stay still and keep my legs from trembling as place a kiss against my ass.

You then let your lips linger over my wetness. I can feel them, so close, and fight the urge to lean back so that your lips touch me. I see you smile as you know the struggle I'm going through. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing, my body quivering in anticipation. Finally, leaning in, you very lightly kiss my pussy, enjoying the taste of my wetness.

You walk away and sit down. "Please continue."

With trembling hands, I remove the stocking from my foot and stand, turning to look at you. I see you wipe the wetness from your lips and wipe it into the head of your cock.

Seeing this, I suppress a groan and ask, "Would you have me stand, sit or lie down, sir?"

"Stand up." You reach behind you, and pull out my vibe and throw it so they it lands just in front of me. "I will let you know when you can use it."

"You want me to stay standing up, sir?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir."

I place my hands on my stomach, and slowly move them up to cup my breasts. Lightly squeezing, my fingers move up to rub against my nipples. Running around and then across the tip, fingernail scraping against it.

"Suck your fingers and rub the wetness your mouth into your nipples."

I put my fingers in my mouth and suck on them, then move them back to my nipples. You see the wetness as I rub it into them. I watch your cock all the while.

"I need some of the wetness from your mouth on the head of my cock. Lick your fingers, come over here and rub my head as if it's your nipple.

I walk to stand in front of you. I put my fingers back into my mouth to get them really wet. I reach down and put the moisture on the head of your cock, rubbing around to get it all in.

"That's enough, I can do that. Go back over there and continue."

I walk back to where I was and watch you as I reach back up to my breasts. I'm squeezing harder now, pinching the nipples, pulling on them.

I see you take yourself in your hand, slowly rubbing my wetness into you. Each stroke making your cock harder. As I watch you stroke yourself, my right hand moves back down my stomach. I reach between my legs and slip a finger between my pussy lips. Feeling the wetness, I begin to tease around my clit.

My fingers lightly pinch my clit between them, my legs start to buckle at the feeling...I try hard to straighten back up.

"Don't you fall down. Stand up, I need to see everything."

I stand there, breathing hard...trying to keep my legs from quivering too much.

"I didn't' say stop."

Concentrating hard to control the trembling, my fingers start moving against my clit again. As I stand there playing with my clit, I ask, "Please sir, can't I sit in that chair? I can drape my legs over the arms, and you can see so much better."

"Mmm, now that's a good idea. For that, I will reward you. You can come over to me, and put my cock on you. I need some more lubrication and want to feel that juicy ass. Just the one dip mind, then you can go back to the chair."

"I'm sorry, sir. Do you mean to put your dick up my ass or just wet you with my pussy?"

"That I will let you decide, I just need some lubrication." You have a smile on your face as you wonder what I will do.

I walk over to you, turning around as I straddle your legs. I come down over you, placing my pussy against your cock, rubbing up and down. I then move forward a little and place your cock against my ass. I push lightly. As the head starts to pop in, I get up and move to the chair.

I hear you groan as I move away, knowing you wanted me to continue. As I turn around and sit on the chair, you can tell I'm suppressing a smile.

I sit down in the chair and put my legs over the arms, fully exposing myself to you. You rub your cock, massaging my juices into it. Looking at you, I take my left hand and dip it inside my pussy, then reach up and rub the wetness onto my nipples.

My right hand goes back to my pussy. This time, I put two fingers inside, slowly working in and out. While my right hand is working, my left comes back down to play with my clit. I can feel your gaze on my hands as they move, pleasuring me.

I flick a finger over my clit. You can see it stiffening and getting so red. You can hear the wetness as I move my fingers in and out. I've begun concentrating on the sensations that are building. My head is thrown back against the chair, my eyes almost closed. My whole body is flushed. My hips are moving against my hands, working faster.

"STOP."

I freeze at the sound of your voice, eyes flying open, started and waiting.

You walk over to me, pick up the vibe and turn it on. "DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE."

You place the tip of the vibe against my clit, seeing it throb, the redness glowing.

"If you move, this all finishes now. You need to please me and ending this won't do that.

I'm trying so hard to stay still. The vibrations against my clit are building an orgasm hard and fast. You lean over take my nipple into your mouth and suck my juice off. As you lean forward, you move the vibe a little so it slides easily into me.

You can feel my body tensing up, so you quickly pull back, not wanting this to end too soon. You hand the vibe back to me, and sit down again. You've pulled my chair towards me so that you're sitting inches away from me now.

"Please continue."

"With my hand or the vibe, sir?"

"The vibe."

"And what if I'm about to cum, sir? Do I stop or am I allowed to continue until I do?"

No, I will tell you when you can stop and not before. Now continue."

"Yes, sir.

I turn on the vibe and move it between my legs, avoiding my clit as I do, knowing it will make me instantly cum. I move it down to my opening, and slowly glide it in. I start moving it in and out with my right hand. My left has gone back to play with a breast, squeezing. The vibrations are going throughout my body. You see my hips moving against the vibe, my breathing getting harder. The pace of the vibe starts going faster.

I watch you stroke yourself, imagining you inside, pumping me like I'm pumping the vibe. My left hand goes back and pinches my clit. You can see my body tense up. Suddenly, I cry out, my body shuddering. My hips moving, the spasms inside clamping down on the vibe.

I barely notice when you slide off the chair. Kneeling in front of me, you take the vibe out of my hand and continue to push it into me, while rubbing on my clit with your other hand. My body is shaking fiercely but you don't stop. The continued stimulation keeps me going, the spasms building and releasing over and over.

I can't stop cumming. It's so intense. I'm begging you to stop....to keep going....

"I'm not stopping. Squeeze your breasts while I fuck you with this."

I start squeezing them, almost painfully hard, pinching the nipples. I know you're trying to see how much I can take, if you can push me over the edge and beyond my limits. You pump it into me harder, then lean over and take my red clit in your mouth and suck it.

After the spasms break again, I can't help myself anymore. I push you away so that you fall back into the other chair. Looking at you, I pull the vibe out. Going to my knees, I take your cock into my mouth. Knowing I'll be probably be punished again later, but I just can't take it anymore. I look up at you, waiting for your reaction.

I see your head fall back, your eyes closing, willing me to do whatever I want. I know then that you don't care about the punishment anymore.

My hand holds the base of your cock as my mouth works furiously, sucking you hard, tongue rubbing against you. My other hand massaging your balls. You push your hips up into my mouth.

I want you to cum as hard as I did. I keep sucking on you as the hand on your balls moves away. I reach down between my legs and gather up some moisture on my fingers. I then move it under you and slip my finger into your ass, pressing hard.

You grown loudly and cum hard, flooding out of you into my mouth. I try hard to swallow all of it while my hand milks you and I suck on the head. Some dribbles out of mouth and down my chin. Seeing this, you catch it with your finger and hold it to my mouth. I suck your finger into my mouth and lick it off.

You fall back, completely spent. I sit at your feet and rest my head against your leg. I'm so drained, but body still quivering at the intensity of all that had happened.

You look down at me and say, "Enjoy your punishment?"

I grin. "Yes, sir."

Yes, Sir



We talk a lot. We talk on the phone. We send email. We stay up late chatting. Best of all, our topics cover everything. It is so refreshing to find a conversationalist who also has something interesting to say. We all know, there are many people who love to talk but never about anything you want to hear. Not the case here, which is a very good thing. My boyfriend and I live in separate states and talking is what we do the most. 

I’m sorry, how rude. I should introduce myself: I’m Lisa Baldwin. Currently in an amazingly fulfilling, unfortunately long distance relationship with Walter Williams. We met online several months ago and have since created a mutual admiration society.

Both of us being on the kinky side of freaky, our discussions contain a generous helping of sex. One night, sitting in front of our respective computer screens our talk turned to fantasies. Our tastes are quite similar in most respects and once again, we discovered something in common. We both wanted to meet as strangers in a singles bar and seduce each other. We’re both huge flirts and I’d love to see what witty repartee my baby would use to convince me I should be in his bed. I was lost in thought, creating the bar scene in my head when the instant message window blinked.

WW: Anything else you want to try? 

LB: Everything.

WW: Sounds good to me. How about on our next visit? What should we do…..

Now there’s a wide open question if ever there was one. I’m sure he did it on purpose, testing to see if I felt comfortable enough to pull out the Nasty Files from the back of my fantasy rolodex. I watched the cursor blink, teasing me. In all of our previous conversations we’d never held back. Sharing feelings and thoughts easily. Why stop now?

LB: I like being tied up. Blindfolded. Restrained.

Once again I sat watching the cursor blink. He already knew I enjoyed an amount of pain with my sex. Nothing most couples don’t do - nipple pinching. Ass smacking. He enjoys the ass smacking. But what about bondage? I saw the note at the bottom of the IM window. WW is typing a message. Okay, let’s see how much alike we are now…

WW: Really? Like for real S&M type stuff?

LB: Yes. It’s an extreme turn on to give up control of your body. To let someone have their way with you.

WW: I get to have my way, huh?

Yeah, he was feeling the idea. I swear I could hear the gears in his brain cranking away.

LB: I trust you completely. I’m yours for whatever you want to do.

WW: This sounds like more than just a physical thing for you. 

As usual, he read between the lines.

LB: True. It’s more about the psychological aspect of being dominated by another person. Of giving up your control. Of the trust you place in the person who holds the control.

WW: I never thought of you as submissive.

LB: That’s what makes it so exciting for me. In everyday life, I’m the one people count on. The person they come to when they need to get the job done. I enjoy the position of power and I love my independent personality. But sometimes I just want to let go. Let someone else be responsible. Let someone take care of me for a change. 

WW: I’d love to take care of you.

LB: I’d love to let you.

WW: I think I have some shopping to do.

I literally laughed out loud. We talked for a while longer and said good night after we realized just how late it really was. Our next visit was fast approaching and Walter relished teasing me about his purchases. He would not satisfying my curiosity and insisted he had several surprises in store for me. I knew the context, but when it came down to it, I had no idea what he was going to do to me when he arrived. 

At last, he was here. The first few days were spent enjoying each other’s company. The usual non-stop, mind-blowing, body-quivering sex. We may have been good as individuals, but together, we are explosive. On the fourth day, when we were finally able to let each other dress, we spent the afternoon at a friend’s BBQ. We ate too much, laughed too loud and while others were scattering for another round of cards, dominoes, or horseshoes, we made eye contact and both knew it was time to leave.

We made it back to my house, somehow, and he immediately turned the air conditioning to meat locker. A sure sign that hot, sweaty sex was imminent. He reached over to light the numerous candles strewn about my room. I reclined on the bed and watched the shadows of flames dance on the ceiling. Maybe I was in store for some romantic love making.

“Sit up, Lisa” I noticed a tone in his voice I hadn’t heard before. I sat up without question.

“Come here.” I rose and walked over to Walter slowly. His gaze lowered to my breasts and he licked his lips. I needed no further hints. I pulled the cotton sundress over my head and threw it to the side. He was on me in an instant. One hand forcefully gripping my shoulder, the other on the back of my head. He pulled my mouth toward his and kissed me hard. I felt his dick stir against me and I leaned into him, putting my arms around his back and stroking the dark chocolate skin I love to touch. His tongue moved insistently in my mouth. 

He was in control of the tempo of the kiss and I let him have his way. Moving my tongue around his, letting him navigate my mouth at his discretion. I playfully bit his lip as he pulled his head back and looked me in the eye. Damn, he looks serious, I thought. He backed away from me and told me to sit. I took a step backward to find the soft mattress, when he stopped me. Taking my hand and pulling down. I followed my hand and sat cross-legged on the floor. I looked up at him as he turned his back and started rummaging in a bag.

My eyes grew wide with surprise when he turned to face me. In his hands were wrist cuffs. In the dim glow of candlelight I couldn’t make out the material. They were black with shiny chrome buckles and O rings. Walter got closer and I could see some sort of clasp. Hell, I was thinking scarves, and he was thinking serious bondage. 

“Hold out your wrists, Lisa.” 

I held them up in front of me as he buckled one of the cuffs onto my wrist. It was soft suede and as he buckled the belt he looked into my eyes to see if I was still his willing participant. I met his gaze and then lowered my eyes. I held out my other wrist as a silent offering of myself. I knew he understood the gesture. He buckled the other leather cuff and told me to lie back. I quickly undid my bra, knowing it would be a nightmare trying to get it off later with my wrists occupied. 

The clasp of the cuff jangled, an ominously eerie sound, as I moved. I watched Walter kneel next to me as I lowered my back onto the soft carpet. He pulled my hands above my head and fiddled with the cuffs. When he stood and looked down I pulled my arms and realized my wrists were now attached. I pulled my arms to the side and felt the leg of the bed. Damn, Walter. You really do mean business.

“Can you get out of them?”

Yeah, right. I thought. Can I pick up this bed? I took the time to inspect my restraints. The buckles I couldn’t undo, but the clasp was like a key chain. Pull back on the little lever and it opens. I pulled my arms away from the bedpost to show I had, indeed, freed myself.

Slowly and in a low voice, Walter said, “But you won’t do that again, will you, Lisa?”

“No, I won’t” I’m not an idiot. The implied threat was clear. That lever no longer existed for me.

I tried to remain still, my anxiety increasing. I was dying to ask what he was planning, but I hadn’t been instructed to speak, nor did I want him to think I was questioning his actions. So I concentrated on my breathing, willing my heart to slow its rapid pace.

Walter walked out of the bedroom and I heard foot steps going to the lower level. Shit, how long is he going to leave me here. He could be making a sandwich, getting ready to watch baseball for all I know. I strained to hear some sign of life from downstairs. Then I heard him coming. I got in the position he’d left me in and waited. He immediately leaned down and I saw fabric come over my head and it was being pressed to my eyes. It was very soft and smelled faintly of my perfume. I rubbed my face against my shoulder and realized it was my chenille scarf that blindfolded me.

“Can you see?”

“No.”

“We need to choose a safe word.”

I thought about it and it needed to be something that couldn’t be misunderstood. Nothing like stop, don’t or quit. I was sure I’d be saying that during the course of the evening and be promptly ignored. I chose… “Cantaloupe”

“Cantaloupe, right?’

“Yes.”

I felt movement next to me and then his hands were pulling my panties down. I raised my hips off of the floor and then spread my legs. I wanted Walter to see his pussy. My body was his to enjoy and I wanted him to know I was ready and willing.

I could hear what sounded like more searching in his goody bag and before I had a chance to wonder what his new toy was, he was back. He leaned down and licked my right nipple. I immediately sucked in a breath and I knew he was watching my areola tighten, my nipple stiffen. He blew a stream of cool air causing me to moan softly. He did the same to my left breast - gently, methodically bringing me to a higher state of arousal. He licked the valley between my breasts and headed lower. He lifted his head and I let out an involuntary cry of disappointment. 

“All in good time.” He told me. Great, he is about to tease the shit out of me while he has me captive.

Then I felt something light, almost not there, being traced along my outer thigh. Up past my hip, my waist. Outlining the curve of my breast. Coming over and around to torment my nipple. When he ran it down my stomach, I guessed it was a feather. It moved down over my pubic hair to the shaved lips of my pussy. He played with my outer lips, laughing when the tickle caused me to jump. Moved it down my inner thighs and elicited a deep sigh from me. 

“Turn over, Lisa.”

I instantly turned and got on my knees. My head and shoulders low, on the floor. My ass in the air. I felt the feather along my spine, my ass, my thighs…then nothing. My stomach tensed with anticipation. Walter was still and quiet. I was dying to ask, but knew I should keep quiet. And so I waited. 

Then……….WHACK!

“Ow!” Shit! Fuck! Good Goddamn! I had not been ready for the smack to my ass. My shoulders lifted of the floor, my back arched and my head flew back. I breathed threw my nose trying to concentrate on the sting that reverberated not only on my skin, but in the muscles underneath. Just as the tingling stopped,

WHACK! WHACK!

“Oh my God.” I bit my lip to try and keep quiet, my thighs now on fire. What the hell was that he was using? It stung more than leather. It definitely wasn’t his hand. It didn’t feel like a wooden paddle. It was thin and light. Even when he swung pretty hard, it still fell lightly on my skin. But the sting was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The vibration echoed in my body long after contact with that evil thing.

Walter continued to ravage my ass and thighs. I honestly thought I would cry. I had ‘Cantaloupe’, but I didn’t want to give in that easy. The pain was tolerable and I knew it would heighten my sensitivity to the pleasure I was sure to experience later. Besides, my body was his. I had offered myself to him and I was not going to renege. 

“Does it hurt?”

“God yes.” He kept going.

I concentrated on the tingle in my skin. The way it ebbed and flowed. The way I could feel my heart beat in the muscles of my lower body, the throbbing, the heat.

Then it was over. I breathed deeply. I realized I’d been holding my stomach muscles and relaxed them. Made an effort to breathe from my diaphragm. I hung my head and attempted to lick my dry lips.

Walter moved away from me and I actually welcomed the respite. When he returned I felt something liquid and cold along the crack of my ass, dripping down to compete with the moisture my pussy was creating. Then I heard a buzzing sound. My Vibrator! At least I could identify this object and I didn’t think it evil.

He rubbed it along my outer lips. Whoa. This was new. Probably because of the spanking, but I was extra sensitive and couldn’t wait for him to reach my clit. Which was exactly what he avoided. Bastard. He rubbed against the my pussy’s opening, playing with the responsive first inch. He knew this was guaranteed to produce a flood from me and I did not disappoint. Then he withdrew it and replaced it with his fingers. The vibrator, now liberally coated, rose higher to my ass. He pushed it in slightly, giving my muscles time to acclimate to the toy. Then he pushed it in further and further, till I was moaning and writhing with pleasure. He fucked both holes with fervor, my pussy juice dripping down my thighs. I wanted to cum so badly, but I held on. 

“Who do you belong to?”

“Always, you,” I said. 

“You don’t want another Master?”

“Never.”

“Are you sure, Lisa?”

“Yes, I swear. Nobody but you, ever.”

“You want to be my slut?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.” As he said this, his fingers moved to my clit - the vibrator persistently fucking my ass.

“I’m your slut. This pussy is yours.”

“Good.”

He withdrew everything. I felt agonizingly empty.

“Turn over.”

I collapsed on the floor and rolled over onto my back. My arms still stretched above me. The blindfold still not allowing me any hint of what was to come.

That’s when I heard another vibrator start. A different type of buzzing replaced the first. Oh my. He placed it inside my soaked pussy. It was slightly curved and quite pleasant

“Hold it in there.”

I squeezed my muscles, making a concerted effort to hold the vibrator in place. But it was slippery and I was slippery and it started to slide. I pulled my thighs together to try to hold it in place, but I couldn’t. It slid out with a squishy plop.

“I said hold it” He pushed it forcefully back in and walked away. Damn, I fucked up. He left me there for what felt like an eternity. I tilted my hips to counteract gravity. The stress of trying not to disappoint him further must’ve signaled my bladder. I had to pee so bad, but I was afraid to ask.

I knew he was close, I hadn’t heard footsteps indicating a departure. I couldn’t hold the vibrator or my urine any longer.

“Please, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“I should make you hold it.”

“I have to go really bad, sir.”

Maybe the use of the word sir rather than his name sparked something. Maybe he just wanted to have something over me that I would have to repay. Either way, I soon heard the clanking of the restraints and then I was free, but I didn’t move. I let the vibrator slip to the floor and remained still. It may have been my room, but I was still blindfolded and my legs were a little weak. 

Walter grabbed my elbow and put a reassuring arm around my waist. He lifted me to my feet. He crossed my arms in front of my chest and began to walk, his body pressed against me. He guided me without speaking. Soon I felt the cool tile beneath my feet signaling the bathroom. He turned me around and gently pushed back. I felt the toilet and immediately lowered myself. The task finished, he walked me back to the bed, the same way. I could tell he was still clothed and wondered about this.

I was shackled to the bed, once more lying on my back. He left me again. Damn. Now what?

I felt something immensely hot and liquid fall onto my stomach. The drip cooled and hardened. Wax! Then again, this time closer to my breast. I quickly drew in a breath and bit my lip. The wax burning as it hit my skin. As it cooled and hardened, the sensation changed to an intense heat that was surprisingly pleasurable. This mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. He repeated it all over my torso. Until he dripped wax onto an unsuspecting nipple. 

“Ooh Shit.” That was deep. 

“You like that, don’t you slut?”

“Mmm, yes. I do.”

He continued until I felt I must be coated in wax. Then nothing. Once again, my stomach tensed with anticipation. The muscles in my legs tightened and I willed myself to relax. 

Something cold and wet hit my nipple. Ice! He trailed it over the hard nub. It became painfully erect. He did the same to the other nipple, all the while, I’m squirming. The cold water running down the sides of my chest.

I felt the piece of ice on my heated pussy. He cupped it with the palm of his hand. It was excruciatingly cold, painful. As it melted the cold water ran down the crack of my ass. He pushed the now smaller piece of ice inside me and closely followed it with the vibrator. He switched it off and moved it around himself. So slow. It felt amazing. It almost made up for the ice on my clit. 

Again a piece of ice was cupped against me. I involuntarily jerked my hips to the side, trying to escape.

“Please stop. It hurts so bad.”

“Be quiet, slut.”

This piece was pushed inside my pussy to replace the first. And another was cupped against me.

“I can’t take it. Please don’t.” But still, no safe word. I knew the ice torture would end soon and it was not worth stopping this adventure for even this awful discomfort. I repeated in my head….. This too shall pass.

And then he placed the ice in my mouth. It was magical. My mouth was so dry. I wanted to thank him but running my heated tongue along the cool, smooth surface was all I could do. When the piece melted to nothing, I told him…

“Thank you. I was so thirsty.” I was rewarded with another piece. 

Walter spread my legs and removed the vibrator. He worked his fingers inside of me and I stretched like a cat, reveling in the feel of his hand on my pussy. Then there was something pushing on my ass. My pussy runneth over, leaving plenty of lube for whatever it was that wanted entrance to my tight anus. It was slimmer than the vibrators and cool. Not Walter’s finger. But a perfect size. Filling me, stretching gently. As Walter worked it in and out, I moaned loudly. 

“You like that don’t you, bitch?”

“Yes. Let me cum for you. I want to cum for my Master. ”

“When I’m ready for you to cum, you’ll cum. Now shut up.”

He abruptly stopped everything. Did I anger him by asking to cum? Damn, Damn, Damn.

I felt him working with the cuffs and then I was free again. I heard rustling and wondered if he was undressing. He leaned over and removed the scarf from my eyes. I blinked several times, moistening my eyes and adjusted myself to the light in the room. Walter was naked, sitting on the bed.

“Come here, Lisa. On your knees.”

I crawled to him and kneeled in between his legs. His erection at eye level.

“You owe me for your bathroom break, you know.”

Being on my knees in front of him, reminded me of the context of our sexual role playing. His words further reminded me that whatever I was allowed to do was completely his judgment. This was my Master. He owned my body and I owed him for more than just using the toilet. I leaned forward holding his large dick in my hands. I lowered my mouth onto the head of his dick, my tongue adding saliva to the precum I’d found. I tightened my lips and moved toward my hand at the base of his dick. I added more pressure with my lips as my mouth descended on the dark shaft. I began to raise my head, now sucking gently. My other hand cupping his balls, kneading and rolling them softly.

“Don’t use your hands. I want only your mouth.”

I dropped my hands to my lap and scooted farther forward. My Master’s dick is thick, long and curved. Absolutely wonderful. I was glad to be given the opportunity to worship it. I took the head into my mouth and held it there, allowing my mouth to water. I tightened my lips around the head, making a very wet, soft home for my Master’s dick. I loosened my oral grip and let the saliva escape, coating his dick. The dark skin glistening in the candlelight. I lowered my mouth to his balls and took them one by one into my mouth. Rolling them on my tongue and moaning loudly. The vibration of my mouth resonating throughout him. I moved up again trailing my tongue along the underside of his shaft and then under the ledge where the head and shaft meet. 




Yes, Sir



“If that’s the best you can do, then you might as well forget it.”

I could feel his scrotum tightening so his words confused me. I thought he was enjoying the tongue play, but if he wanted sucking, then he’d get sucking.

I dropped my mouth onto his hard dick, relaxed my throat and squeezed with my lips. I traveled the length of him. I raised, tilting my head sideways before sliding back down. This time, when I came up I was sucking and tilting the other direction. I worked myself into a wickedly, nasty rhythm. Down, Squeeze, Up, Twist, Suck. Down, Squeeze, Up, Twist, Suck. 

“Mmm. Aw damn. You’re terrible at this.”

This time I knew he was full of shit. I could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing and jumping. His nuts had all but disappeared they were pressed so tightly against his body. I knew him well enough to know an orgasm was close. Real close.

“You stupid slut. Stop mangling my dick.” He pushed me away from him. Saliva covering my mouth and chin.

He pulled me to my feet and got up to trade places with me. I looked up from the bed on my back, waiting for instruction.

“Let’s see if your pussy is any better.” I spread my legs for him.

He was rock hard, and I was extra slippery. He slid into me effortlessly. It never stops amazing me how well we fit. He stirred my soup and I lifted my legs to his shoulders. His eyes closed and his head went back. But…

“Shit, this might be worse.”

“I’m sorry, sir, is this better?” I lifted my hips off of the mattress and began rolling them. Slow circles that usually get him to scream my name. I undulated as best I could, trying to make up for the ‘awful’ pussy.

“Mmm, This….shit….is….not….any…..good…at…all. Oh fuck - it’s terrible.”

His words and the breathless tone of his voice did not match. I knew we were both close to cumming, But I wanted my Master to cum first, to show him I knew my pleasure was secondary to his.

I lifted my ass even higher. My legs still resting on his shoulder, I moved my hand underneath me and played with his balls.

“Oh bitch, that’s not going to help.” But I saw the wrinkles in his forehead. He was concentrating on not cumming.

“Maybe if you fucked your slut from behind,” I suggested.

He immediately pulled out and turned me over. He found my pussy like it had a homing signal and was once again churning my butter. The curve of his dick hits a certain spot when he’s back there and my moans echoed off the walls. 

He slapped my ass, hard. 

The pain brought me back to the task at hand: making my Master cum. I started rotating my hips again, pushing back against him. I worked my pussy on his dick as if my life depended on it. I wanted to touch myself, rub my throbbing clit. But I waited. I knew my Master would know this and if he wanted me to, he would instruct me.

“The pussy is better this way, but it’s still missing something. Why don’t you touch yourself like the nasty slut you are.”

I rubbed circles on my swollen clit. I was soon feeling like I was going to fall over the edge. Master grabbed my hips and pushed himself farther into me. Delicious. Just when I thought I’d lose my mind I felt his thumb against my ass. He pushed it in, stretching the tight opening. 

“Cum, Lisa.” He worked his thumb in my ass and I came hard.

“Oh god, Master, I’m cumming. Arrrrrrrrrngh.” I was loud. Screaming my release. I had been working up to it all night and the emancipation of my desire almost took my consciousness. I collapsed forward. My Master followed. When I’d caught my breath my pussy’s contractions reminded me that my Master’s hard dick was still inside me. I began to move my hips backward and forward, fucking myself and him in the process.

“That’s it, you nasty bitch. But do you think I’m satisfied? This is all I get?”

“No, sir. You can fuck my ass. It also belongs to you.”

“Let’s see if you’re worth keeping.” He reached down for the lube and liberally coated his dick. I took my hand and spread my pussy’s offering up to my ass. I stuck my ass in the air and felt the head of his dick push against the tight ring of muscle and slowly push forward. He pushed me in the small of my back and I fell forward, lying flat on the bed. He spread my ass cheeks and pushed further inside. He rested there a few seconds. Caressing my ass and hips, allowing me time to get accustomed to his large presence.

“It’s so hot and tight in here. This is what I needed.”

I moaned into the pillow as my Master buried himself deeply in my ass. He fucked me slowly and thoroughly. I used to be scared of ‘taking it up the ass’, but my man is considerate, patient and kind and now I love it when he fucks me there. Love it. So much so, I came again.

My moans took him to the next level.

“Aw fuck, you nasty freak, I’m gonna cum in your ass.” I felt his dick jerk and spasm and he collapsed on top of me. 

After we rested, he said, “Shit girl, that was unbelievable.”

“I agree. For your first time, you certainly got into it.”

He reached down and found the bowl of ice. Placed a piece in my mouth and kissed my lips softly.

“We’ll be getting into it a lot from now on.”

I’m very much looking forward to it, WW.

Forever yours, LB.



Yes, Sir



She sat at her office desk mulling over a spreadsheet file which just did not add up. After another few moment of examining the file, she took her eyes off the screen and sat back in her chair thinking. Giving up she picked up the phone and dialled an extension number.

"Graham, yes it's about that spreadsheet you gave me. It's not matching up with the others; I need you to fix it." She paused to let him speak. "Yes I know it's almost 5pm." Another pause as she rolled her eyes to no one in particular. "You better be quick then because you're not leaving unless it's done" Soon after she hung up the phone.

She slipped out feet out of her expensive high heels and rubbed her feet against her stockinged legs. She always felt her work clothes quite restive, although she did enjoy the attention her tops gave her. Today she wore a white silky top with the top buttons undone, as well as her above knee skirt with matching jacket Of course her jacket was hanging on the back of her chair as she worked. Even tho she was still at work, she knew it was getting late, so she let her hair out of the twist she always wore it in. She always felt better when her hair was out for some reason. 

Sandra went back to work so intently that she did not realised how much time had passed. Finally she looked up after she noticed lights turning off. With a little squeal of horror she realised she was going to be late home for His arrival. She knew that she could not use work as an excuse for being late for Him, so she picked up everything and left, telling Graham that something had come up and that he should deal with her receptionist instead.

When she was home she did not dwindle about as she cleaned the house and having a shower. Although she enjoyed the sensation of the water directly hitting her moist lips as she shaved, she refused temptation and possible anger by Him. She was cutting it close with time. Running into the bedroom she looked at her wardrobe, her black velvet skirt was in the wash, she cursed herself for not having that particular one ready since it was his favourite. Instead deciding for something sweet and innocent, she put on her blue silk skirt which arrived just above the knee with a white soft sleeveless blouse. She accompanied her simple make-up with a pair of diamond white earrings with her diamond necklace which looked very similar to a dainty collar. She knew he would love to see her in this so she went out to the lounge room to sit and read until he arrived.

Upon entering the room Ethan quietly shut the door and dropped his bags by the entrance, the room was silent which meant his little Pet was reading. He smiled to himself and crept into their lounge room. There she was on the two seater sofa reading, her attention so completely wrapped up in her book. He stood there for just a moment admiring her body. He realised just how much he missed seeing her curvy, but toned figure, that soft light brown hair floating down her shoulders and finally those eyes. He almost died the moment she looked up at him; there she was waiting for him so patiently, but her eyes were wild for him, he could tell. This was one of those moments that he really had to struggle and strive to keep him dominance over her. It would do her no good to see him falter under that gaze she used so well.

Without saying a word, although many were exchanged via their looks, she stood up to embrace him fiercely. She whimpered once as she whispered into his ear "You've been gone far to long Sir."

For the next half hour they held each other close and spoke passionately with each other catching up for the last 3 months they were apart. After that Ethan had a quick shower and they rushed off to a dinner reservation. It was after their main course that they slowed down a little to that point in the night where the bedroom seems delightful for either sleeping or other activities.

Sandra moved in the chair after having a beautiful meal with the man of her dreams. Actually she was quite surprised she lasted this long without begging for him to let her crawl under the table. She looked over at the rugged figure at the table. His brown hair had grown a little more while he was away; it was now at that unruly stage. He had also been working out more as well, his shirt pulls around his arms a little more that before and who could miss that golden tan. Kicking off her shoes, she slid one soft naked foot over to his, rubbing up and down under his trousers. She averted her head downwards but threw him a lust filled glance. Ethan placed his wine glass on the table and looked at his pet on the other side of the small table.

"Yes my Pet." He answered her unspoken question.

'"I've missed you Sir." She spoke quietly knowing that she would actually have to ask for what her lust desired.

"I've missed you too my Pet. It's been lonely without you."

"Can I help you with that Sir?" She looked downwards completely, finally embarrassed.

"How, my pet?"

Sandra closed her eyes gathering curage. "I want to ..." She faltered. "I want to crawl under the table Sir."

Ethan smiled at her, a smirk forming on his lips. "What ever for?" He feigned surprise. "You're not a dog."

Sandra whimpered and wished to give him a pleading look but could not gather the curage to look at him. Finally her lust won out. "Please Sir, would you let your little slut suck on your massive cock?"

Ethan could not have denied her even if he wanted to. In truth he longed to be touched as much she longed to touch. When he nodded she quickly looked around before slipping under the table. Kneeling in front of him, she slid her hands up his inside legs up to the zipper of his pants and took out his hard throbbing member. She almost moaned out loud when she saw it again after 3 months.

She started by licking the entire length of the shaft. Resisting the urge to take all in one go, she slipped the tip of her tongue around the base of the head again and again until her tongue found the very tip of his hard penis. He saw his hand on his thigh reaching down to grab her hair softly. She knew this was his way of showing pleasure when they were out. She took the head into her soft wet mouth and started to suck gently. She immediately noticed that he grew a harder. 

She started to wrap and whirl her tongue around his shaft as she sucked a little more into her mouth at a time. His legs her nervously shaking. His grip on her hair harder now due to pleasure. She kept going, now with almost all of his lovely cock in her mouth. She was enjoying this so much she was so temped to slide her hand down to her own wet pussy. A temptation which took all of her will to resist.

Suddenly Ethan slid his hand under the table and held it firmly on her head, keeping her head placed so that her mouth was entirely around his cock as his phone rang. He picked it up speaking almost normally when she stopped sucking.

From under the table Sandra heard Him say. "Hi mate ... No ... I said I can't, I just got back ... Yes she's with me ... Can't this wait ... Fine we'll be at the office in an hour." And then he took his hand off her head and guided her off his cock as to motion for her to get ready to leave.

Upon his command she whimpered and put away his hard cock. When she was sitting at her chair again waiting for him to pay for the bill she nervously spoke breathless words. "What is wrong Sir?" 

In reply Ethan sighed and explained that Frank, the owner of where they both work, has called them both for some emergency. Sandra said not a word, trusting Him to know what is best. 

Ethan reluctantly put away his cock with great difficulty. She has not lost her touch which was what made it so hard to stop. The restaurant was not that far away from where they worked, but he did not want to spoil Sandra. Ethan wanted her to do more than just ask for it. He finally managed to stand up and pay the bill without too much trouble, at least on the outside.

They walked out of the car and Ethan directed her to the driver's seat. "Dose my little slut want to drink my cum?" he spoke to her before she could turn it on.

She looked over at him, her face brightening up. "Oh yes Sir!" Her words coming out in a husky breathless moan.

"Tell me." He whispered.

"Sir, you don't know how much I've missed you. So many nights I've laid in our wet, so wet that I whimper at not being able to touch myself. Now that you here I find myself wanting to burry my head upon your rock hard cock Sir. I just want to suck it so badly. Please Sir, will you let your naughty little slut make up her naughtiness by swallowing your cock?" and with those last couple of words she flicked him one of her wickedly seductive looks.

"You can be quite dirty when you want something don't you my little slut?"

She looked down in embarrassment. "Yes Sir."

Ethan leaned over and kissed her passionately and then spoke. "Such a sweet little slut deserves to give some pleasure."

She leaned over quickly to take his penis out again. This time she did not waist time with licking. This time she placed her mouth over as much as the cock as possible and sucking it. She started sucking his entire length slowly, hearing his audible moan as she did so.

After not to long his hands were on her head, moving it at a faster pace clearly wanting to cum badly. So she sucked on his hard penis faster and faster until Sandra felt his body stiffen. 

"Oh here comes your cum you naughty little slut" His words causing great pleasure as she sucked faster wanting his cum badly. Not to long afterwards she was rewarded with shots of cum spiriting from his cock into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed it down happily before licking his cock clean. Ethan leaned back exhausted smiling at Sandra while she drove. 

Sandra was sitting in her office again and it was now nearing almost 2am. She definitely would take tomorrow off. When she stepped into the door she put on her work face again and got to it. Everyone in the company knew that she and Ethan were living together but since they were both managers for different departments Frank did not mind at all. What they didn't know was how submissive Sandra was, or how much pleasure Ethan got from Sandra's submissiveness. At work she was a manager. At home she submitted to Ethan when ever they desired.

Suddenly she felt two hands massage her neck and shoulders and then a voice "You were great tonight. You have been improving as a manager. I see how everyone respects you."

Sandra smiled at him, turning her head slightly

"But," he continued. "How has this new job and respect affected you? Are you still willing to submit to me completely?"

She turned more to look at him with a slightly hurt look on her face. "Nothing has changed while you were away Sir."

Ethan continues to rub her shoulders and without moving spoke "Time for you to prove it. Put your panties in the bottom draw."

Sandra quickly moved in her chair to pull down her panties without getting up as she spoke "Yes Sir" in that same breathless voice. Ethan unlocked the draw for her as she dropped them in.

As Sandra dropped in her panties, Ethan pulled out a slim rectangular case which contained a medium sized purple wireless liberator. Getting it out of its case, he told Sandra to insert it into her moist pussy all the way, but do no more. He told her that he had some things to see to before they left and that she is not to touch it in anyway, only to make sure that it stays in.

Sandra sat in her chair, her desire returning as the liberator sat dormant in her pussy. She knew that he could control it from anywhere in the office and at any time. Her breathing quickened in anticipation but suddenly there was a knock at the door. She panicked for only one moment. "Come in." Her voice sounded a little strangled to her. When Graham walked in he didn't seem to notice anything which set her mind at ease.

"I've figured out why those files don't match, but I need to talk to Elsie."

"You can home Graham, but..." She smiled up at him as Ethan chose to turn the liberator on at that moment. She struggled only slightly while finishing off her thought. "But, talk to Elsie first thing please.'"

He gave her a little confused smile but evidentially the promise of going home was greater than curiosity. He left soon after. 

Sandra gripped the table as she concentrated on the vibrations. She has not been permitted even this for the past month so she smiled blissfully at the sensation. As her breathing started to quicken, the vibrations having the right effect the device was turned off, she whimpered to no one in particular knowing there was nothing she could do. She was now well and truly horny, and nothing would be able to make it go away. Although she knew if she came now with no way of asking permission that it would be more trouble than it was worth. And An orgasm was worth a lot.

Back in his office, Ethan sat there with a smile on her face. This was actually turning out better than he thought it would. Due to a slip up by his little pet, she had been banned from all toys or self-pleasing sessions until the day he arrived home, so he was having fun turning on the liberator for a moment before turning it off again. Trusting her not to orgasm without his permission he sat there for 10 minutes. Finally he turned the machine onto full and walked back to her office. 

When Ethan walked back into her office he noticed that she visibly relaxed upon seeing him. Her cheeks were flushed and her hands clenched the desk.

"Thank you Sir." She said in a breathless half moan. "I was completely wrong to be selfish and pleasing myself without asking you."

Ethan smiled. She may have more power in the office, but she was his. This he now knew for certain. There had not been many doubts but he did wonder what the separation would do for their relationship. He did not wish to have weak and useless for a girlfriend and eventual wife. He wanted a life partner who could challenge him and think for herself. Although he could not deny that the way she said Sir in that breathless voice created a feeling that could not be easily quenched. He did desire dominance over her, but only in the bedroom. She knew this and called him Sir more often, even when they were not in their roles.

As Ethan stood there, looking at her with great lust on his face, Sandra was feeling that lust. Pleasure shot up her body and she let out a deep moan which she could not hold in. She was trying to wait until he offered but she could not, so with moan she let out "Please Sir, can I cum for you?" in the smallest voice. Her only reply was for him to walk over to her chair and turn her around so that he could see her body. He then knelt down in front of her and removed the liberator. Just before he dived into her pussy he said to her "Yes my naughty little girl." 

Sandra hearing these words soon left her body tense up and she held her breath without thinking. And then she felt it. Orgasm coursing thru her body her mind shut off to everything but pleasure and she moaned loudly.

"Thank you Sir, Thank you" She half moaned and half purred to him.

He soon slowed down the licking to a soft pace and eventually stopped moving up to kiss her passionately on the lips and then saying to her "You have pleased me my pet."

"Thank you Master." She whispered to him with her eyes closed.

"Now, let's go home and connect again properly." 

As he spoke her eyes lighted up. She loved the roles they played but as she wrapped her arms around him tightly, she found herself grateful for them to be lifted. "Oh I've missed you Ethan! Don't go away again!" She spoke, nearly breaking down in tears for the heartbreak of his absence.



Yes, Sir



She opened the front door and allowed him in. "You're early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour. I'm not dressed for din—"

His hands framed her face and he captured her mouth, driving all thought from her mind. He sucked on her lower lip before invading her mouth with his tongue, making her weak in the knees, unable to do anything but cling to his chest and submit to his kiss.

He stopped suddenly. "You lost the bet."

"I...did." She was disoriented. "So?"

"It's time to pay up."

"All right." She laughed, regaining some composure. "What's the price?"

"You're my bitch for the night. What I say goes."

She raised an eyebrow. "Fine."

"Take off your clothes."

"Because that's not at all predictable." She rolled her eyes. "What happened to going out for dinner?"

He took a step closer and put his hands on the wall on either side of her, his face inches from hers. "You're going to do as you're told. Take off your clothes. Now."

"Yes, Sir!" She saluted him.

He glared at her. "And don't get smart with me. You won't like the results."

He waited for her to stand naked in front of him, her clothes in a pile on the floor behind her. His cock was already getting hard just looking at her nude body while he thought about what he had planned for the evening.

"Well?" she asked.

"Undress me."

She reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. She paused to trace the lines of the muscles across his chest and stomach before letting her fingers trail down to the top of his shorts. After unbuttoning and unzipping them, she let his shorts fall to the floor.

Freed from his shorts, his cock strained at his boxers. "Get on your knees." When she rolled her eyes again, he laid a stinging slap across her cheek. "I warned you," was his response to her bewildered look.

"Yes, Sir." She sank to her knees in front of him while he kicked off his sandals and stepped out of his boxers.

"Now you're going to suck my dick."

"Yes, Sir." She leaned forward and licked his cock slowly from base to tip before taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently.

He tangled his hands into her hair and began to move her head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth. "Mmm...that's better."

She swirled her tongue around the underside of his shaft every time it slid out of her mouth, relishing how the flesh could feel so hard and so soft at the same time.

He pulled away when she started to reach for his balls. "Not so fast." He needed to stay in control. Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her into the bedroom. "Sit on the edge of the chair." When she complied, he spread her legs and kneeled between them, looking up at her. "Now, if you want anything, you have to ask for it, or you can't have it. That includes orgasms. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

He leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear and whispered, "Good girl."

His warm breath on her ear made her shudder.

He let his fingers run up and down her arms, giving her goose bumps. Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, he slid his fingers across her belly. He slowly worked his way upward toward her breasts, but stopped just short of touching them.

Her breath caught in her throat and her nipples had already hardened in anticipation.

He paused a moment to see if she would ask him to touch her there, but he continued his assault when she said nothing. He bent his head down to kiss her stomach from her belly button to the underside of her breasts, being very careful not to touch them until she asked.

"Please?"

"Yes?"

"Touch my breasts...please...Sir."

His cock lurched when he heard the lust in her voice. He didn't need to be asked twice. He cupped a breast in each hand, lifting one to his lips and swirling his tongue around the nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

She arched her back and moaned as he nibbled with his teeth, warmth flooding her body.

He released her nipple to roll it between his thumb and finger before turning his mouth to her other breast.

She clutched the arms of the chair, the heat low in her belly making her restless. Her hips began to gyrate slowly in anticipation.

He grinned and moved a hand between her thighs, stroking the sensitive skin lightly, teasing her.

She moaned, lifting her hips toward him, her clit already burning and begging for contact. Her eyes snapped open when he stopped touching her, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.

"Rub it."

"Rub what, dear?" He enjoyed teasing her. His cock was throbbing as he watched her squirm in frustration.

"Please rub my clit."

He didn't answer, but his fingers tickled along her thigh, getting closer to her pussy.

She quivered in anticipation, until finally, ever so lightly, his thumb pressed on her clit.

"You're sure?" Now he was just being mean.

"God, yes!"

He began to move his thumb in small circles around her clit.

She felt her entire body flush with heat as he massaged her clit, using her own moisture for lubrication. She fell back into the chair and couldn't help rocking against his hand—she was losing control.

Just as her legs began to quiver, he pulled his hand away.

"Please," she whispered.

"What?" he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I couldn't hear you."

"Please," her voice trembled.

"Please what?" His eyed bored into hers.

"Please...fuck me. I...I need it."

"Oh, is that so?" He flung her onto the bed, spread her knees roughly, and sank into her with one fluid motion.

She cried out and tried to writhe under him, but he didn't allow her to move.

"Look at me," he ordered. "Look at me!" He slapped her thigh, leaving a red handprint.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. You're going to watch me fuck you." He withdrew, causing her to shudder, and slowly pushed back in until he bottomed out.

Again and again, she watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy, coated in her juices. As her brain melted, her eyes slipped closed.

He quickly pulled out and slammed his cock back into her with such force that she whimpered. "I told you to watch."

"Y-yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." She tried to concentrate on watching his cock disappear into her pussy as she grew more and more slick with every thrust. 

He alternated between short quick plunges and long slow thrusts that threatened to turn her inside out. He relished the look on her face as she watched his cock take her again and again. Knowing he had the power to drive her crazy only made him hotter.

"Dammit!" he hissed when she let her eyes slip closed again. "That's it!" He pulled out and tossed her onto her stomach. "Get on your damn knees, whore."

She did as she was told, her juices beginning to run down her thighs.

"If you can't listen, I'll have to punish you." He spanked her and watched his handprint appear on her ass, reminding her that she belonged to him.

She bit her lip, expecting another spanking.

He waited, watching her sway gently as she breathed.

"Please...I was wrong. Correct me." She turned to look at him. "Please."

"Listen better next time." He laid another handprint on the other side of her ass.

"Yes, Sir."

"I think that will do—for now."

"Yes, S—"

Before she could finish speaking, he'd grabbed her hips and buried himself to the hilt in her slick pussy. He leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Though, I think I may still be a little angry." He pulled back and slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her. 

She moaned when he reached around her and cupped her breasts roughly, twisting her nipples as he thrust into her. Again and again, he pounded into her, punishing her with pleasure. Hard and fast, he slammed his cock into her pussy.

She couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Sir."

"Yes, bitch?"

"Please..."

He slammed into her again and she moaned.

"Please, may I..." she bit her lip as he continued thrusting. "May I cum, please, Sir?"

He pounded into her again, feeling her shudder around him, knowing how close she was to losing control. "Yes, you may—but I want to hear it." He continued thrusting.

There was no holding back once she had permission. She moaned. "Oh, God, yes."

She forgot to breathe as her entire body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over her, threatening to drown her. "Oh, fuck."

He grinned behind her as her pussy clenched like a vise around his cock. He pushed harder and faster, slapping against her until she screamed his name. It took all he had to keep from cumming inside her right then.

He groaned as he felt her relax beneath him. "All done then, darling?" he asked wryly, dropping a kiss on her back.

She tried desperately to pull enough air into her lungs to answer. "Yes, Sir."

"Good." He pulled out slowly, causing her to shiver. "Now get to the shower and clean yourself up." He watched the moisture drip down her legs. "You're a mess."

"Yes, Sir." She dragged herself off the bed and into the bathroom.

He watched her through the glass, appreciating the way her breasts rose as she raised her arms to shampoo her hair. When she turned away from him to rinse her head, he snuck in behind her and grabbed the sponge. After adding some soap, he started to make small circles across her back.

"Mmm...you're too good to me," she said, squeezing the excess water out of her hair and adding conditioner.

"You'll make it up to me." He circled her ass cheeks with the sponge, working gently over the spots that were still red.

"Yes, Sir." She turned around so he could wash her chest.

He washed her stomach, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. "Beautiful."

"Thank you, Sir."

He dropped his head to pull one pink nipple into his mouth, trailing the sponge below her navel. As he nibbled, he nudged her legs apart, dragging the sponge across her sensitive sex. When she moaned, he knew he had her right where he wanted her—warm and willing. He freed her breast and withdrew the sponge.

"Sir?"

"Wash me." He placed the sponge in her hand and turned so she could reach his back.

"Yes, Sir--but I won't need the sponge."

He relaxed as her warm, soapy hands slid across his back, rubbing away any tension. He grinned when her hands slipped south and cupped his buttocks, squeezing and caressing his cheeks.

She was thrown off guard when he suddenly spun around to capture her lower lip between his teeth. He pressed his still hard cock into her soapy hands and released her lip. 

As he watched, one of her hands cupped his balls and gently massaged them while her other hand began to slide up and down the length of his cock. He groaned as she teased him, circling the head of his cock lightly with her finger, then tickling the sensitive spot just behind his balls before resuming rhythmic strokes. Up and down, his cock slid against her soapy palm.

"Mmm...I think that's clean enough."

"Sir? I respectfully disagree. I hope you won't have to punish me."

He eyed her suspiciously as she reached for the bottle of soap. "What are you doing?"

She poured some soap into her palm. "This, Sir." After rubbing her hands together, she reached for her breasts and slowly lathered them, teasing him as she caressed herself. She gently twisted her nipples, knowing it would nearly kill him.

His cock twitched as he watched, and he was about ready to pounce on her when she kneeled in front of him. "You little slut!"

"Yes, Sir." She reached for his cock and pressed him into the valley between her breasts. Ever so slowly, she leaned back and forth, his cock sliding up and down between her warm, slippery tits.

"Oh, God." He watched the head of his cock disappear and reappear between her breasts, up and down, with a maddeningly slow rhythm.

"I hope I am not disappointing you, Sir," she said, grinning.

"Don't get smug with me, bitch." He grabbed her tits and thrust against her until his balls ached for release.

"Stand up, whore." He pulled away from her and stepped under the water, rinsing off the soap. As she got to her feet, he grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to him. The soap ran off her breasts and he couldn't resist another taste.

She whimpered as his tongue circled one sensitive bud, inhaled sharply as his teeth nibbled, and allowed him to push her back against the wall.

He slid one hand up her side and raised her arm above her head before turning to torture her other nipple. He raised her other arm and pinned her wrists against the wall with one hand, then raised his head to kiss her. As his tongue parted her lips, his fingers nudged her legs apart.

She moaned into his mouth when his fingers found her still swollen clit. Her legs threatened to melt as he circled her sensitive spot again, his fingers already soaked with her wetness. She felt his cock nudge her thigh as he moved closer.

Continuing his assault on her mouth, he released her clit and reached around to cup her ass as he slid inside her. She was so hot and so wet; he knew he wouldn't last long. "I hope you're ready, slut."

"Yes, Sir," she purred, her hips gyrating against him.

"Good girl." His fingers dug into her ass as he began thrusting in and out of her. He watched her eyes glaze over, her face flush more with every stroke.

She could hardly stand it. Even with the cold tile against her back, she was burning up. His cock stoked the flames with every thrust. Her legs shook under her, and she was in danger of losing control. She pleaded with her eyes, unable to speak.

"Yes, you may," he took pity on her. He braced himself, knowing he was a goner as soon as she started to cum.

She felt him press into her, grinding his pelvis against her clit. It was all she could take. Her knees gave out and his arms were all that kept her from hitting the floor as she bucked helplessly against him, screaming his name as her pussy clenched around his cock.

He let her arms fall to his shoulders and held her ass tightly with both hands, slamming into her pussy hard and fast. After a few final strokes, he grunted his own release, cumming deep in her pussy as it spasmed tightly around his cock.

He wrapped his arms around her and braced against the wall with the last bit of strength he had left in his legs, trying to catch his breath.

She collapsed against his chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Oh...my...God," she sighed.

"You rang?" he grinned and lifted his head off her shoulder to steal a kiss.

"Mmm. Thank you, Sir."

"We're getting pruny. Let's wash up and get you to bed." He pulled her under the water again.

"Yes, Sir." She surrendered to another kiss, her fingers tracing his back as the water ran over them. "I'd love to go to bed with you," she murmured.



Yes, Sir.



It was mid-afternoon. You and I had just met up after awhile for lunch after a few months. It was nice catching up—and even nicer to see you after so long. I could see your eyes running up and down my body hungrily, but ignored it. After we had eaten, you invited me back to your new apartment, for a look around. As I entered, I shivered at the temperature. "It's freezing in here," I mumbled, rubbing my shoulders. I could feel my nipples hardening, and crossed my arms over my chest. You stared at me with a confident smile, as if you had been planning my arrival. After a few awkward seconds, you invited me to sit down, and took a seat on your couch. Once I had sat down, you moved closer to me, casually draping an arm around me. I felt goose bumps running down my skin, but excused it as a symptom of the chill air. I gently lied my head on your shoulder and closed my eyes, sighing. Soon, I felt your other hand running up and down my leg. I opened my eyes and looked at you, and began to protest. You, however, leaned in and kissed me powerfully. I hesitated at first, but quickly gave into you, moaning softly. I returned your kiss and lied back a little, letting you move even closer to me. 

As I lied back on your couch, you easily climbed atop me, your hand running up my thigh. You released your lips from mine, kissing my neck now. You sucked on the delicate skin, and I moaned, resting my hand on your shoulder. "I want you," you whispered into my ear, teasing my lobe with your tongue. 

I moaned again, my body tensing beneath yours. "Take me," I responded, squirming slightly. With one swift motion, you picked me up in your arms and carried me to your bedroom. It was nice, a large bed with two nightstands beside it, but I hardly noticed your furniture. You lied me down on the bed with a devilish smirk, kissing me tenderly once again. I could feel your hands on my waist, moving up to my torso. You gently pulled off my shirt, tossing it aside easily. I opened my eyes to look up at you, and you grinned, kissing me once again. However, you didn't continue just yet. I watched as you pulled something from your nightstand, exposing what seemed to be a blindfold. I stared up at you as you began lowering it to my face. I took in my final visions of you, and took a deep breath as you tied it around my head. You cupped my chin, rubbing my cheek with your thumb, and I exhaled. 

You returned to stripping me down now, unhooking my bra easily. I shivered as the cool air of your apartment attacked my breasts, shivering. I felt my nipples harden again, and you chuckled. Taking one in each hand, you leaned in, breathing on it slowly. I moaned as you ran your tongue along my firm, pink nipple. You gently suckled on it, gripping even tighter. After a few minutes of licking and sucking on my right breast, you moved to the next. I could feel myself getting wet and tightened my legs, moaning loudly. "Shh... Must I force you to be quiet, my dear? Another outburst and I'll have to gag you," You said to me, making me shiver again. I nodded, showing I understood and sighed. Slowly kissing down my body, you ran your tongue over my bellybutton piercing, your hands pulling my skirt from my hips. As you continued down, you let my skirt fall to the ground, and began slowly working off my stockings. You gently kissed down my leg as they slipped off, and smirked. All of a sudden, I felt all signs of you disappear. I no longer had your touch, or heard your voice. I squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable. Had you left me alone? Were you teasing me, or just uninterested? 

"A-are you there?" I asked quietly, and I felt your hand come across my face quickly. I flinched, inhaling quickly. It didn't hurt—but it did shock me. 

"Did I not tell you to be quiet, slut?" You hissed in my ear, and I tensed at the name. Your words and tone were erotic, and I shivered again. I felt you grab my wrists tightly, and I choked on my own breath for a moment. "Well?" You demanded powerfully, and I knew you were no longer playing around. 

"Y-yes," I responded dumbly, my frightened voice hardly audible. 

"Yes what?" You demanded, slightly annoyed, and I swallowed hard.

"I wasn't supposed to speak...sir," I said quietly, unable to see your reaction. Your hands left my wrists, but I stiffly kept them in position. I soon felt a thin cloth around my wrists, and was tied down. I inhaled sharply as you then tied down my feet, leaving me tied spread eagle, helpless. 

"I'll have to punish you now, slut," You whispered to me, and I tensed again, anxious but afraid. 

I heard you rummaging around and trembled lightly, helplessly blind for the moment. I dared not speak, but I was curious as to what you were doing. Soon, I felt your presence above me, and felt something shoved into my mouth. I gagged a little, but accepted it into my mouth without a struggle. As you wrapped a strap around my head, I realized it was a ball-gag. Swallowing, I squirmed uncomfortably. I was at your mercy, and I heard you grab something from the drawer. "From now on, if I allow you to speak, you will address yourself as 'This one.' You are no longer allowed to privilege to refer to yourself as 'I.' Do you understand, slut?" You growled at me, and I quickly nodded. I heard something quickly move through the air, and come down on me hard. I let out a cry against my gag, closing my eyes tightly. You raised the whip once again, bringing it down on my flesh. You struck my thigh this time, making me squirm again. Raising it, you whipped my breasts this time, making me cry out again. I felt tears of pain stain my blindfold, but I moaned none-the-less. The cool air made my welts burn, but it was still pleasurable. 

Even now, I wanted you more than ever. After a few more strikes, I heard you pulling off your pants. After a minute, my feet were released from their holds, and you climbed atop me. I moaned again, and you leaned into me. Kissing my neck tenderly, you whispered, "You're so beautiful, my pet. I want you—I need you," You said, gently sucking my delicate skin. I felt you slowly sit up, spreading my bruised thighs. I arched my back in want, and pain. "So wet..." You murmured, running your fingers against my soaked panties. I squirmed and moaned, tightening my inner-walls. Slowly pulling them off, you threw them aside, leaving me naked at last. You slowly ran your hand up and down your thick cock, growing even harder. I could feel the heat of your cock near my skin as you brought the head to my neatly shaved cunt. I moaned against my gag, as if begging you to continue. You rubbed your cock against my wet lips, slowly pushing your cock inside of me. I let out a muffled moan against my gag, and arched again. I could hear you groan as you pushed inside of me, my walls tightening against your erection. "You're so fucking tight," I heard you whisper, slowly pulling half-way out, then slamming back into me. I moaned again as you fucked me harder, taking your time as you slammed your cock in and out of my tight pussy. Your hands groped my breasts like handles as you took me, your thumbs pressing against my nipples. 

I moaned as your cock tensed. It was so thick—I could hardly believe it fit inside of me. Since we had last fucked, it seemed like your cock had grown at least a few inches. But perhaps my lack of senses made me more aware of your thick cock. I moaned loudly, tightening as I could feel my climax nearing. You seemed to know and whispered, "Cum, you slut...Cum for me, my pet," I almost immediately obeyed you, as my cum came gushing out. You pulled out, letting my juice stain your sheets. You smirked, your hand stroking your cock again. 

Pulling off my gag, you placed your cock at my lips. I took in a deep breath of air before gently licking at it. You moaned, watching as I suckled on the tip of your cock, tied up and blindfolded. I had red welts on my skin from the whip you had used earlier, but it seemed to turn you on even more. You liked that I had suffered the consequences, just to be with you again. You gripped my hair tightly, pushing your cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged on your length, but obediently continued to suck. I could feel your cock tense, and tasted your pre-cum, hungrily swallowing it. My tongue piercing ran against your shaft, and the tip of your cock neared the back of my throat. I gagged, but didn't stop. I tasted a mix of pre-cum and my own juices as I sucked you, and you finally pulled out with a moan. Your hand quickly reached your cock and you began stroking it in front of my face. I didn't know for sure, but I assumed that you were doing so. I opened my mouth, leaning my head back a little. You moaned, your cum escaping your cock in quick, hot bursts. Ropes of your thick seed landed on my tongue, some finding its way to my cheeks and blindfold. I swallowed your cum hungrily, gently licking the tip of your dick clean. 

You panted, sweaty and spent. Lying atop me, you gently kissed my neck, running your fingers down my bruised skin. I tensed a little, breathing in and out slowly. "Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me fuck and suck you," I said, even though I knew it wasn't wise to speak unless asked. However, you were so tired, you didn't seem to mind. 

"You're welcome, slut. I wont punish you, as long as you promise you'll please me again soon," You said, and I nodded. You slowly untied me, kissing my arms, breasts and wrists. We lied together in your bed, avoiding my wet spot on the bed. When I awoke, my long black hair still messed up, I looked around. I noticed that you were gone, and holding the sheets to hide my naked breasts, I reached over and grabbed a note you had left on the nightstand. 

"Good enough, slut, but I'll expect more from you tomorrow night. Look in the closet for your new outfits.

 -Master"

The note read, and I felt goose bumps return to my skin. However, you had turned up the heat in your apartment long ago, so I had nothing to blame but my attraction to you. I slowly stood, slipping on your shirt from the floor. I made my way over to your closet and opened it, smirking with a laugh as I found three outfits. A nurse, a French maid, and a school girl outfit. On each were notes marked "Monday," "Tuesday," or "Wednesday." I smiled, strangely pleased that today was Sunday. Gathering up my clothes, I showered and left your apartment, eager to return the next day. 

[A gift, for my good friend.]



Yes, Sir.



Ceaselessly, my heel taps frenetically- i'm all nerves. i can't tell if it's the coffee or the lack of release, but i can't sit still. my senses are heightened and everything is painted with a surrealistic tinge. Every part of me is hyper sensitive to the mystery waiting for me up on the twelfth floor- i have the room number, i have the instructions ingrained in my memory. i was nearly shaking with the need to come as he fed them to me last night over the phone.

i had been looking forward to our conversation, certain he was going to reward me; i had been recklessly obedient, behaving to the best of my ability, and hoping that the orgasm I had been denied for what felt like years (most likely a month) would be allotted. i had tried to hide my disappointment each time he prolonged this waiting game, and i was beginning to wonder whether he was testing me, or expecting me to disobey for some hazy, ominous retribution. W/we spoke of agonizingly mundane details that night- how my run that morning went, how i felt i had done on a paper i had turned in. . .

"And how has Your vibrator been?"

Caught off-guard, i stumbled over my words for a moment before I managed,

"Lonely, i expect." i sighed, unable to stop myself from pouting.

"'Careful."

"Sorry, Sir. I've missed it terribly, Sir"

"Oh? And what do you miss, then? you miss it stretching your needy, wet, pussy?"

i was all but in a daze as i let a soft sigh stand in for my response.

"What was that?" i feel the threat of His tone and it sends a thrill through me.

"i miss it stretching my. . .", unconsciously, my voice lowered, embarrassed, "my needy wet pussy, Sir."

"What else do you miss about it?"

A low, quiet moan reached his ear before i could summon the inflamed and lascivious words, "i miss hearing You tell me how to fuck myself for You, Sir, i miss pumping it in and out of my needy cunt, i miss you denying me orgasm time and time again just because You can . . ." the words spilled out, my crooning punctuated by sighs of need, enflamed with this tease as my hands ran dangerously over the contour of my body, carefully avoiding any forbidden touch.

"I thought you might." He seems pleased with my answer, "and You've been an obedient little sub, despite all that wanting and carrying on?"

"Oh, yes, Sir."

"I want you to get your belt for me."

With a few moments of fumbling around, a breathy response:

"Yes, Sir."

"10 strokes for being so impatient. I want you to count them out, and no delay between them."

i whimper, and nod, knowing He cannot see me.

i check the time, knowing i don't have much longer before i need to get up and make my way to the room. my pulse is out of control and i can't help but think i can always leave right now, like none of this ever happened- none of the agonizing nights steeped in need, fueling endless filthy fantasies with this familiar stranger i want to give everything to. All of my growth and setbacks and needs confessed to this Man that leaves me effortlessly breathless, this whole interaction an agonizing burlesque dance with sly glances and slow reveal- this heady dance that leaves me uncertain, but wanting, always wanting more of Him. The very thought is torturous and i realize, all of this, all of this want and all of the secrecy is about to be absolved. He is waiting and all of this wanting has a direction- and it's up that elevator.

"Ten," i whimpered, hoping he could hear over speakerphone. Set aflame, i was dripping, the lust threading itself to my very core.

"Do you need to come?"

Nodding fervently, i gasped, "Very much, Sir. Please, Sir- Please?"

"Why is that?"

"It's been so long, Sir, i want it very badly, i-"i am all but shaking, far beyond the shame of asking permission. i think i would offer Him anything if only i could come.

"Your orgasms belong to Me, don't they?" Below the stern tone i can hear a tinge of amusement.

"Yes, Sir." i mewl.

"And you know you have to earn them, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir." Total agony.

"Put your belt away; there will be no release tonight. You will earn it tomorrow, though, i expect."

i writhe on the bed, sulking away from the mouth piece instead of answering, dangerously close to protesting, though i knew it'd do me no good.

"Yes, Sir."

"you've pleased Me lately, and for that I think a reward is in order, don't you?"

(No arguments here.)

"Tomorrow i want you to take the train to 5 points and meet me in the Ellis Hotel. Bring a change of clothes in an overnight bag. I expect to see You there at 9 o' clock sharp. Do you understand?"

At first i honestly didn't. Totally taken aback, still squirming in my silent tantrum of dissatisfaction, i sat up, looking at the phone as though He had just spoken in some foreign tongue.

"i understand, Sir." i whispered, wondering if He could hear the tremor in my voice.

"Rest well, then. I expect you'll be needing it."

Less than 4 minutes. Leaving my stomach on the first floor, a rushing stream of constant thought and apprehension flooded me; every muscle tense and loose and demanding the touch of my Dom. i think of all the implications meeting Him will unfold. This is real, i am a submissive, His submissive and He's waiting for me. Do i even want this? This could be the mistake of a lifetime. For Christ's sake he could be a serial killer. It could also be the most gratifying experience of a lifetime, the culmination of all of the guessing around what i really am as a sexual being. What if he's a total sadist and an amazing actor? What if it IS the most gratifying experience and the constant tease of not being around Him afterwards will be all the more potent? Isn't this, this moment, what we are supposed to amount to? The number emblazoned on the door stared me down, I hazard a weak knock. . .

Standing abreast to Him, i look up into his cool demeanor and my breath is caught in my throat. Suddenly, it's as though my body realizes what its capricious mind has gotten it into and my knees nearly give out. Totally overcome with this ripened passion, the moment hits me with full force, and i'm praying i don't look as much of a deer in the headlights as i feel.

"Hello, Sir."

That confident smile is all at once familiar, and seeing the man behind the strict orders makes me realize just how much i want this. A sort of warmth washes over me, and i want badly to prove myself with an urgency that takes me by surprise.

"I see you made it on time. It's nice to meet you."

Moving back into the dim room, He leads me in to answer my weak smile. i step cautiously, aware of the swish of sheer black stockings against my short, fitted black dress. It's strapless and clings to my form in a seductively understated way. i feel the room go out of focus, and i can't recall any one specific detail about the room- all of my attention is centered on the appraising look cast over me by my Dom.

Struck suddenly by a remembrance of something i must've read dozens of times, i did the only thing that came to mind- i sank to my knees and my hands slipped behind my head in a tentative presentation.

"Good girl."

Something struck in me, maybe the feeling of carpet beneath me, being the center of his attention, or the way my dress crept up my thighs and I couldn't adjust it, but a flash of ravenousness hit me at all once. Closing my eyes to relieve some of the tension, i think I let out a small moan.

"Stand for Me." The soft words hold that unwavering confidence that melts me and i move slowly to my feet, without moving my hands, for fear that i'd reach out and touch Him- i want nothing more than his mouth pressed to mine, demanding my passion in a fiery exchange of tongue and tease. He reaches out and traces my jaw, and I turn up towards him, eager- i'm relieved that W/we are functioning in a burning silence, as i am utterly tongue-tied.

His touch enflames me with its sureness as his hands wander from my arms to my waist, pulling me closer to Him, and i'm intoxicated with the closeness. All but tasting his cologne, i whimper, my lips parted, breathing him in- his eyes are fixed on mine and i can do nothing but stare all of the shadow and uncertainty, the pleasure and friction that Dominance had always been defined as for me. He embodied this great and inexorable presence i needed, this exchange- potential for completion; and i knew my body, my being, Oh, God, it belonged to Him.

From there the movements were fluid, yet calculated. i felt something rich and vulnerable blooming within me as i felt his kiss devour me, there was a certain strength behind the tenderness, as though He was trying not to intimidate me too thoroughly, and reinforce his ownership of my body. This pressing mutuality of needs inspires a force behind my kiss that surprises Him, i can tell in the way He seems to hold me tighter, as if to re-establish his Dominance.

"Before W/we continue, there is a matter we must attend to." W/we are still in close proximity, and i have to hold myself back from kissing Him again. i bite my lip in uncertainty.

"Sir?"

"Despite Your overall obedience in denying Yourself orgasm, it hasn't come without a general bratty attitude, would you agree?"

Looking down, guilty, "Yes, Sir."

He moved away from me to sit on the edge of the bed- my gaze followed.

"Lain out on the dresser, i have displayed an array of instruments- do You see?"

i turn and am confronted with a large mirror capturing the scene, doubling the rainbow of implements- some i recognize and some i can't name. A chill rings through me- i'm taken out of the moment and see a young sub, wide-eyed looking back at me with her waiting Dom nearby.

"Yes, that's it. I want you to bring the paddle to me."

i clear the few paces to where the objects lie and heft it nervously in my hand as I give the worried sub a parting glance. Thinking better of it, i sink to my hands and knees, the paddle between my teeth, and crawl to Him, hoping it might absolve me of some of my sins.

Taking the leather paddle from my lips, he pats his lap, "'A bit over the top, but you're demonstrating your desire to please- good."

Draped over his lap, a fiery need engulfs me, and i almost worry He'll be too lenient- of course, his only method of punishment thus far had been a denial of play, and i wasn't expecting it to materialize in any other form than denial, but once in position i felt His built up impatience for my impertinence.

"you can't be too loud, W/we have neighbors." He warns, and i'm nearly shaking at the thought.

"Sir, i-"

"If you can't control yourself. . ." a moment's pause hangs in the air, and a ball gag materializes between his fingers.

"Ohh. . . yes, Sir." i quietly agree.

Feeling the fabric of my dress being pulled up over my hips to rest on the small of my back, His fingers graze over the fabric of my black, lace thong and the garter belt holding my stockings in place. i can't seem to relax as His grip on the thin fabric further exposes me.

"I know W/we haven't had much practice- or any practice with this, but before the night is over, you'll learn to take bigger. . ."

Thoroughly confused, i'm enlightened with the feel something cold and wet pressing against my asshole and i can't help but jolt, stiffening.

"Relax. . ." the warning tone does nothing to alleviate the muted protests, "Relax! Do I need to remind you? I will take what is mine- this is for My pleasure, not yours." A stinging blow comes from the paddle as if to add gravity to the statement and i try to remain still in pouting acquiescence, refocusing from my comfort to his desire, and the very words send a thrill through me.

Slowly the pressure expands as He urges me to loosen up in a soothing- if it can be soothing in that context- tone. Once the invading plastic was lodged inside me, i tried not to squirm too much. Uncomfortable to say the least, i was so completely unused to the pressure- and the pressure was constant i couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort and dirtiness from the situation, and yet. . . the sheer fact that i was meant to take it solely to please my Dom filled me with this filthy satisfaction, it felt so wrong pressing inside of me, something i would never agree to on my own accord, and yet I barely could put up a fight with his firm command.

"I know you dislike counting out strokes, and since you're already so uncomfortable, I'll count them out for you."

"Thank You, Sir." i sigh in relief, trying to position myself more comfortably on his lap and failing to.

Never having heard the sound of leather slapping against skin before, the pain barely registered as the thwack echoed in the small room. "One." The tone comes wrapped in reprimand, and i know to bite my tongue. "Two, Three . . ." i flinch uselessly, as the blows come in slow succession, relentless, "Four, Five." Without pausing, he hits the plug and i whimper uselessly as he continues this slow punishment. "Six, seven, eight . . ."

The torrent of blows on my tender flesh seems to peel back new layers of soreness, it doesn't seem to have an end, as the ripe pain seems to build and sear through me. Conversely, the feel of his hardness poking into me and the reminder of his ownership displayed prominently for him right on his lap was painfully arousing. There's another dimension to the pain, though, a pleasure that i'm almost too ashamed of to revel in- a slow mounting need growing with each strike.

As he reaches "Twenty," i've generally abandoned the idea of lying still and am whimpering, trying to clench my buttocks against the intrusion and whining in general humiliation. i want to crawl under the bed and hide, and he's stroking the reddened flesh of my backside as i jerk involuntarily, hyper sensitive to touch. Slowly moving downward, i can't help but gasp as i feel his thick fingers enter me. Squirming in pleasure, I try to control myself from seeking out more of his touch.

"For all of the protesting and whining, you certainly seem to have enjoyed yourself," He scolds as he pushes the digits into my mouth. Surprised, i accept it, eager to placate, ashamed of my inability to take my punishment more gracefully.

"Now look." He tilts my head towards the reflection he had had access to the

whole time and i swear i could've come right then and there. Such a lewd display sent chills though me- my reddened ass upturned and displayed for his pleasure, my frame bent over his lap was such an erotic sight to me i had to look away, as though it were too lascivious, and i was all innocence.

Allowing me to move onto my knees on the floor before him, he looks down at me and in a scolding tone, "Now that we have that out of the way, you seem to have aroused another problem . . . "

An expectant silence glazes over U/us as i squirm uncomfortably on the floor. Looking up at Him, shifting from knee to knee, my position strikes me. i'm hesitant to ask, but know what is expected of me.

"Sir, may i please suck Your cock?" i can feel myself flush from the words alone- they seem so foreign in my inexperienced mouth.

"Yes you may."

The look cast down at me gives me a chill of need as He stands before me. It feels somewhat ceremonious as He slips out his thick cock and resumes His position on the bed.

Moving between His thighs, i can't help but feel shy, wanting to please Him badly, and unsure if i'll be able to. As my fingers move to wrap around His hard member, i feel a stinging swat land on the plug.

"Ooh!"

"Did I say you were allowed to touch it?" He warns, and i pout in discomfort.

"No, Sir," i move to thread my fingers behind my head and lower my mouth when i feel another blow from the paddle, "Hmmmph."

"What did you say? I expect complete sentences in your apologies." a threat lines His tone and i feel foolish for forgetting so quickly.

"No, You didn't say i was allowed, Sir. i'm sorry, Sir," my gaze is lowered and i try to avoid openly staring at the Cock i want inside me so badly.

"For that transgression, you'll be pumping the plug inside of you as you service Me."

For a heated moment refusal and contentiousness fills me and i think of a few despairing expletives i could replace with my reluctant, "Yes, Sir."

Crawling forward slightly, i look up at Him briefly before extending my tongue, teasing the head of his swollen member. Before i can elicit a warning slap to my already sore bottom, i reach behind me and whine at its unforgiving girth as i gingerly move it. The obscenity of the moment makes me moan around the head of His cock, and i wrap my lips tightly around His thickness. The taste of His dick on my eager tongue sets me aflame- i want nothing more than to feel Him filling my mouth with His hot cum, to be the reason for His ecstasy- i want to crack the coolness of His dominance over me and see Him at His most animalistic- i want His need and fury and everything else taking me over.

Determined to please without the need for further direction, i take more of His cock into my mouth, my lips tight around him with a little difficulty at adjusting to His size. The hot, wet suction of my mouth around Him pulls out a low growl- the encouragement has an incredible effect on me and i have a spark of cheekiness as i change the pace, sliding my needy mouth agonizingly slow up and down the length of Him, totally engrossed.

Slap! i let out a cry around His thickness.

"Are You forgetting?" His voice comes out slightly strained as my yelp resulted in the release of the tightness of my lips around the base of His dick, "Do not make Me remind you to move your friend back there again."

Overwhelmed, i have a sudden urge to pull my mouth away and beg Him to fuck me instead. **

Eyes screwed shut against the pain of the intruding plastic, i defile myself thoroughly for Him, fueling the need to have Him moving in my mouth. A hand reaches down to tangle in my hair, pushing my head down onto his thickness. Gagging momentarily, i adjust, feeling the concupiscence of the scene wash over me- a butt plug stretching me and making me squirm under my own ministrations of renewed gusto and the force of my Dom's will. His need to force more of Himself into me, to gain more purchase into my willing mouth brings into focus how badly i want release. Tongue running serpentine down the length of him, my lips stretched obscenely, i feel a sudden tug, pulling me off.

Wide-eyed and a little breathless, i look up, confused at the respite.

"Sir? Did i do something wrong?"

"No, but you haven't earned the privilege of My cum in your mouth,

have you?"

i try to sit back on my heels comfortably and receive another swat.

"I warned you, not to stop moving the plug, did I not?"

Unsure of how i thought He wouldn't notice, i look down, ashamed, "Yes, Sir,

You did, i'm sorry, Sir, it's so uncomfortable. . . and i. . .i'm not used-"

"I'm aware that you're not used to anything stretching your virgin ass, that is why i brought that toy along. I suppose you'd like something else to help you get used to it?"

Despite the fear of whatever he has planned for me, i agree. i want him so badly and i'm afraid with how poorly i've performed thus far, he won't let me come- or worse, he won't sate my roiling need for his dick stretching me, making me whine in discomfort and moan in pleasure. i don't know what he has in mind, but whatever it is, i know I want it.

"You seem to keep forgetting that You're not here for Your pleasure, girl, and that discomfort is only a fraction of what you could be feeling. Do W/we need a reminder of this?"

Oh God. "i'm sorry, Sir, i'll be good, i promise." i panic slightly, unsure of His intentions

"I think W/we're past the point of promising to be good, with your constant refusal to obey."




Yes, Sir.



"Yes, Sir." i feel a flood of worry envelop me, though i know He won't do anything i can't handle. . . i'm mostly certain.

"Get up. I want you on the bed; spread for Me."

A tremor runs through me, though it's nothing compared to the adrenaline rush as i move carefully to my feet, and crawl onto the bed. Watching Him as inconspicuously as possible as He moves to the dresser, i fail to lie comfortably on my back. Knowing i should be spread for Him by the time He turns around, i resort to bending my knees splayed and vulnerable as i slightly lift my ass off the bed.

In His return, the quick glance i skim over Him reveals nothing of His intentions, and i'm frightfully in the dark in His plans to remind me of my place. This game is intoxicating, has me both shaking with uncertainty and the urgency of need.

Taking my wrists, He ties them quickly above me and secures them to the headboard. Looking down over His handiwork, He grazes my skin with his finger tips- down my cheek and between my breasts, over my ribs and rests on my hip bone.

"Now about this hungry, hot pussy i've been hearing so much about . . . she hasn't received hardly any attention at all tonight . . . "

Nodding, i reflexively test my restraints, sensitive to the touch "Yes, Sir. i've been hoping You would allow that to change."

"You've been hoping for what? Now's the time to speak- while you can." He seems amused by this, and i close my eyes, groaning, as His touch moves slowly to my inner thigh.

"Hmmphh. . . Sir, i want Your cock inside me- stretching me, hurting me, bringing me ecstasy. . . Sir. . ."

Abruptly, two fingers are knuckle-deep into my needy pussy and my breath catches in my throat. Finding it hard to continue, i let my hips describe my need as i push them up to receive His touch.

"Yes, you certainly aren't lying about wanting it." He smiles down at me, and i gasp as he curves his fingers up into me, blinding me with pleasure, "Now about that reminder . . ."

Watching as his wet fingers retreat and find my clit, stroking it teasingly, he pulls away his touch, "Lift your knees to your chest and hold them like that for Me."

Obeying, i look up at Him, totally exposed, my every nerve sings, attuned to Him as He quickly ties them in place as well.

Pleased with His quick rope-work, He reaches between my legs again and flicks my clit. "Again, I'm tired of reminding you that W/we're not here for your pleasure. I think W/we'll have a little reminder."

Quickly attaching a small clamp to my engorged clit, He stands back to watch as i gasp, thrash, and mewl pathetically. ****

"OH! God! Sir! Please!"

The pain is something i can barely see through, a blinding sort of ache that demands to be noticed at all times. His presence is all the more potent- his demeanor one without compromise, and i can't seem to escape it. Rolling my hips helplessly i let out small incoherent whines- the butt plug and clamp contributing to the larger message- and it's an effective reinforcement of His will.

"Tell Me again," He says calmly through my frenzied begging and pleading for mercy. "What does your needy pussy want- and try to leave your clit out of it- W/we'll see about that if you're good."

"Your . . ." i manage, pulling at the ropes uselessly and trying to keep the position He requested- i can barely choke out a coherent string of words, "Your cock. . . Sir, i want . . . Your cock filling. . . me, Oh, God, Sir! If it'd . . .. please You. . .Please Sir, i'd like You to take me . . . Please!"

"you're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"you want your Dom to relieve you of that burden?"

"Oh, Godd, Sir, Please!" i'm all but shaking now.

"There's something else that belongs to Me that i want first, but before that, W/we need to finish what W/we started earlier."

Moving carefully around my helpless frame, his thighs frame my face- my hair splayed out like a halo around me as He looks down. Cock looking angry in His grip, He moves it achingly near my lips, and my tongue reaches for it. Moving one hand behind my head for support, He feeds His engorged member to me slowly. Squirming only slightly now, well acquainted with the throbbing ache between my legs and from my sore ass, i welcome the sensation of its broad head parting my quivering lips. My eyes close in a satisfaction i'm surprised at- the pleasure painted over His face my reward. Slowly rocking into my mouth, i can do little else but suck greedily what i'm given- wish for each inch to be pumped similarly into my throbbing, achingly empty cunt. His building orgasm becomes more and more urgent as His thrusts become less and less controlled, rather frantic and insatiable, the friction of hot sucking mouth no longer enough. The frenzied darting of my tongue becomes a mere frustration as he begins to fuck my mouth, ignoring my gag reflex that seems to milk his dick effectively. It seems inevitable- I can almost taste His cum when just as suddenly He pulled out of my mouth with a groan.

Unsure, i move my jaw to relieve some of the tenseness as He moves quickly down my body.

"Sir?" dazed, i squirm, blinking uncertainly up at Him, instantly missing the feel of his throbbing insistence.

"Relax your ass." He orders, no-nonsense.

i'm immediately shaken out of my lusty haze as He grips the butt plug and slides it out of me.

"Sir?" my voice is high in a pitchy panic- the plug was one thing, uncomfortable, sure, but at least it was reasonably small- surely His cock won't fit inside me!

"I told you to relax. Do as i say." Speaking through gritted teeth, i know he won't have mercy on my already sore and inexperienced ass. i whimper, knowing there's no way out- combating the need to protect my own somewhat straitlaced sexuality with the hunger to please Him. i groan, my eyes shut tight as i feel the blunt tip of His hot cock press against me.

He's staring down at me, expectant, and in my swimming rush of screaming denial and my lust for His ownership of my needy, taut body, i struggle to spit out the plea i know he's waiting to hear.

"Please, Sir . . ." i stutter, willing myself against my will.

He impatiently flicks at the clamp and i squeal in surprise, i know what He wants, and i don't miss his meaning in the reminder between my pussy lips.

"PleaseSirtakemyass,Please?" i sputter, shaking, and i realize part of me, for all the agonizing fear of the act, really craves it.

" Slower, i don't quite buy it." His cock is proud in His grip, and He has enough self control to wait until i beg thoroughly. As if to punctuate His patience, He reaches for a bottle of lube on the bedside table, looking expectantly at me.

"Please, Sir, please fuck my virgin ass. i want nothing more than to feel Your cock inside me, please, Sir, take me!"

A small groan escapes His lips, and i can't look away from Him. As i'm lying with my knees to my chest, and my hands tied uselessly above me, i realize i'm His fuck doll, and the thought inflames me. my chest is heaving with every nervous breath- the pressure, while not entirely foreign, is still uncomfortable as i fight the urge to clench and tense up- i know nothing good will come of it. Though involuntarily whimpering, i still am grateful for His deliberate entrance, slow and patient. His eyes are near shut as i try to control my fitful twisting, pushing out to accept Him. Dragging into my asshole agonizingly slow, inch by inch, He digs His fingers into my backside, holding me open to Him, curling me up into this ball of need there exclusively for His satisfaction.

My head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, my thighs are tensed and i can't help but feel an overwhelming desire and desirability- my body the only thing on His mind, my tightness and willingness accommodating to His needs. Bottoming out inside me, He holds still for a moment. The slick, thick member inside me throbbing and i reflexively squeeze around Him, making him moan. He's inside of me, and i can feel it with every breath, i can feel His heartbeat through His throbbing dick, His essence, His manhood, His gratification- and at the apex of this maelstrom of sensation and tenseness is His body joined with mine. His sub- His possession to use for His pleasure- His.

Moving slowly, his grip is tight as the taut string of need that has uncoiled within both of U/us. As His body rocks slowly in and out of me, i learn to accept the foreign pressure and find a sly compromise to my discomfort- coupled with the throbbing of my sore and tortured clit, the slow, long thrusts of His cock pulls a moan from my parted lips.

"Ohh. . . Sir. . ." I gasp totally unable and unwilling to move. The tightness around Him is such that i fear i will tear something within me should i shift. The strange satisfaction is an alarming one as it dawns on me that this intrusion is now a welcome one, and i'm grateful that his methodic strokes keep my inexperience in mind.

Reaching down, he strokes the swollen lips of my pussy, and i sigh, my back arching off the bed, it occurs to me what exactly it is that i want, and look up at the mask of pleasure he's wearing. i can see the need ever-ripening and i know, oh, i know I want it more than i want my own release. What's better than reveling in my own greedy come is the satisfaction of bringing on His. 

"Sir," i gasp, trying to stay relaxed as His thrusts become more aggressive, pushing and dragging in and out of me with such brutal force i gasp out in fresh pain, slicked over the sensation i was growing accustomed to. "S-s-sirr, pleeeease give your little slut Your come, please fill me with Your hot seed in-(Ooh!) --side- God, Sir, please! Please give Your toy-" Some feral noise erupts from Him, and my moans refuse to die down. To my surprise (and admittedly shame) my own orgasm is building inside me.

"Yes." His voice has a new sound to it, it's wringed out and strained in the promise of ecstasy, His eyes now completely shut, and His strong grip on my ass only contributes to the chaos of sensation He's forced me into.   The friction is unbearable, torturous, sumptuous, and the jagged rhythm of his hips stops all at once- with the tensing of his body. Reaching down near where our bodies join, He rips the clamp off of me in one clean swipe.

Blind with shock, the screaming pain of my swollen clit with the flood of His come totally overwhelms me. Naturally my whole body clenches to combat the sting, making for an agonizing tension around His thick cock. Shuddering at the feel of my intimate muscles pulling, my sudden rigidity is essentially milking Him as He releases into His sub, sapping Him of His essence, sapping Him momentarily of strength, and His body folds on top of mine.

"Thank You, Sir." my voice is weak, when i find it again.

Answering by slowly pulling out of my well-used ass, He kisses the gasp that pierces the languid, post-coital ambiance. There is tempered lust hanging heavy in the dim room- i feel it rousing stealthily and try to ignore my own wanton pining. The feel of His warmth against me is comforting as the ropes are quickly made useless- they are tugged loose and dropped at the side of the bed. Smelling of sex, and aroused beyond comprehension, i hesitantly stretch the length of the bed.

"you handled yourself well, I'm pleased."

"Thank You, Sir, for giving me the pleasure of Your cock."

It still feels foreign to me, being so formal, especially when i feel swooning overtures and familiar caress is appropriate. This formality, this restraint, though, is what is required- and it makes me a little sad.

Lying beside me, He crochets the distance between U/us i despise with a lingering, affectionate stroke of my cheek. Leaning in, He tilts my face towards Him. Eager for this warmth and intimacy my lips part to welcome a probing, inquisitive kiss. The passionate brush of tongue and the tangling of locks in insistent fingers, i feel myself being pulled to Him, a cup tilted to receive the mead of lust. Moaning at the pleasure of His body against mine, i move to conform to Him. He guides my body above Him and i whimper a little at the soreness between my legs.

Knowingly, He hums a low note of concern as a teasing touch circles my puffy clit. It isn't so much painful as hyper sensitive and He seems to know this. All but purring, my hips thrust towards Him blindly, and He smiles, amused at His effect on me.

"your pussy wants some attention, doesn't she?" He positions me to His liking as He speaks- my thighs spread over his hips, straddling Him. As it is, W/we haven't wasted much time in undressing- i make a mental note of where my thong and garter belt have been tossed- and my dress, short as it is, covers His hand.

"Take off your dress." He pulls his touch away and i suppress a whimper and undo the zipper in the side and wriggle slightly resulting in a grind against His pubic bone as i pull the dress up and over my head. Tossing it aside, i smooth down my curls. Left only in my thigh-highs and black demi bra, i can't help but blush despite the fact that my current position isn't even the most exposed i have been tonight.

His eyes wander the contour of my body, appraising silently as my chest heaves in nervousness. "You've been waiting to enjoy the touch of Your Dom, haven't you?" He cups the ripe jut of my chest above my ribs with a firmness that makes me sigh, and His touch wanders down my sides. Squirming, sensitive to the light tease, i nod in agreement.

"YessssSir," i hiss impatiently, wanting to alleviate what feels like a constant tease.

"It's been how long since I last allowed you to come?" He rakes his nails over my mound, smiling faintly at the squeal he elicits.

"Ohh! Too long!" i answer immediately.

"What did you say?" His tone sharpens and regret floods me. Gripping my clit firmly between his forefinger and thumb, He squeezes the sensitive nub painfully, punctuating my tumbled apology.

"Sir! -Ooh!- i only meant that i want --Gasp!- i'm sorry for being so-God!- Please, Sir, let me come!" The pain has slowly morphed into a searing pleasure and the throb and release of His grip has me panting above Him, writhing shamelessly.

"It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" He seems to mentally recount, nonchalant as He releases my clit from His grip and a gasp from my lips.

"Over a month, I think, does that sound right to you?" He's pleased at His effect on me- nearly folded on top of Him- He penetrates my tight cunt quickly with two thick fingers, pumping them and immediately finding a sweet spot inside me. i gasp and moan, digging my nails into the bedspread on either side of Him as He brings me dangerously close to the edge. The methodic sawing has me moaning, the presence of His sure touch a welcome one, but slightly painful.

"Though, your hot, greedy, dripping pussy will have to wait even longer still since You seemed to have forgotten how you speak to your Dom." He admonishes as i nearly sob, "you are expected to tell me before you come so I can stop, do you understand?" He warns.

"Yes Sir."

Twisting his digits inside me, He slips a thumb over my clit and lightly strokes it. i can do little else but cry out for Him as He continues my slow torture.

"You may beg." He seems nonchalant as i whine helplessly above Him.

"Sir, i want to come so badly, please! i want You with everything i have. Please Sir, please, let me come for You, please make Your selfish sub come ahhh-" i whine as he pushes another finger into me and i nearly lose control.

"Sir, permission to come?" i gasp, urgent, breathy.

"No," His tone stern, "Endure."

His pace increases and i bite my bottom lip in pleasure, his fingers stretching me feel bigger than what i'm used to. This welcome intrusion along with a quick, rapid tease of my clit is so overwhelming i'm forced to speak.

"Sir, i can't hold . . . please . . . please stop!" i whine, wishing i could ask to come instead.

"Very well." He looks up at my trembling frame and strokes his fingers over my lips.

"Your needy pussy seems to like Me now that W/we're better acquainted." He observes coolly.

i groan, "Yessss, very much, Sir."   I can feel His hardness now, pressing up against me. A flash of depravity floods me and i grind against Him, trying to look too caught up in my frustration to notice His hard cock only millimeters away.

As if a lion with His prey, He grips me firmly and pulls me off of Him in one smooth, efficient motion. i find myself with my wrists held down on either side of my head.

"That was awfully bad of you." He scolds, slightly breathless.

my eyes widen, looking up at His dangerous posture, and i nod in agreement.

"i'm s-"

"Don't think it won't be dealt with." His shortness with me is something i'm not used to, "I thought I would let you come tonight. . ." He looks down at me thoughtfully, and i bite my tongue to keep from protesting. ". . . If you were good, that is." Prodding my knees apart with His, He looks down at me in a mix of hunger and disappointment.

His lips graze my neck dangerously, and His closeness is dizzying. Keeping my mouth shut seems to be the best idea.

With His touch dragging over me like a sheet, i know to keep my hands where they are as He reaches down to take ownership of my pussy.

"Who does this belong to again?" catlike, i arch up to his touch.

"You, Sir," i mewl as His teasing touch of my lips grows more forceful.

"And this? Who owns this?" The calm tone does nothing for my nerves, and it's all i can do to keep from begging openly for His cock.

"You, Sir, all of me belongs to You." i cry out as He thoughtfully strokes my clit.

"Hmm, yes it does." He agrees, kissing my pouting lips briefly between thoughts, and He shifts, His hot breath tickling my ear, "Continuing with that hypothetical, if you were being a good little sub, do you know how I would've let you come?"

i press against Him as much as I know I'll get away with, and my dripping cunt throbs for release. It definitely feels as though it's been a month.

He knows it's torture, this light dusting touch that makes me sigh and gasp and need him. Handing over all of my pleasure, my sexuality, my purring release or tantrums of frustration, it makes the sensation of his pressed button down against my smooth, bare skin all the more alluring, the ripeness of the tease all the more profound- and He knows it. He knows what He's doing to me and it's clouded all rational thought. All i want is His voice, His fingers, His cock defining me, destroying me, sewing me together into something worth more than what i offer Him- a possession, but a savored one.

"I would have given you the pleasure of My mouth, you know," He mocks my cooing plea with a quick bite to my earlobe.

Slick, stocking-clad thigh under His firm grip, He drags His hand down one thigh and trails slowly up the other in smooth strokes, avoiding my puffy, needy cunt.

"My tongue teasing your clit, humming around your lips, My fingers spreading you apart, making you writhe in pleasure, allowing that release you earned, the one you beg for." He growls in my ear and this tortuous tease is too much, "If you were a good sub." He pulls away and supports Himself on one arm as He looks over my writhing and carrying on, "But you're not, are you?"

"No, Sir." whimpering, i desperately wish to add that i'd like to be good for Him, want to please Him, but my need to feel this intense agony is so rich, it reaps its own rewards- a reach for pleasure so unlike anything else, i think i must do it on purpose.

"We're going to try this again, though, because I think you can redeem yourself and you still have something that belongs to Me."

He's left me lying, legs spread, pussy drenched, thighs quivering and my hands still up, book ending my parted lips. On His back, He looks over at me.




Yes, Sir.



"Straddle Me- and no humping like a little bitch anymore, do you understand?"

Gasping at his harsh words, i get shakily on my knees and slip one leg over Him to resume our previous posture. Looking down at Him, i realize how disheveled and dissolute i must look- all soaked and needy.

"Do you want some hard cock to fill that needy little cunt?" His eye contact is almost too much for me to handle.

"Oh yes, Sir, i want nothing more. If it would please You, i'd love to feel Your thick cock taking me." i'm shameless in my oozing want.

There's a taut silence that stings me, but there isn't anything to beg with, just a want that engulfs me, that douses the fiery string of pleas. i can't think straight, it's so close to taking me, owning me. i want to prove how much self control i have, that i can be good for Him. Our gazes locked, hazy with want, want, want. He finally releases the choke hold He has on the tension. He demands total acquiescence and it scares me how willing i am to give Him everything- how much i've given of myself that i wasn't willing to give before Him. i think, through the connection of this pungent proclivity, He can tell.

"Listen carefully- this is very important to re-earning your orgasm- I want you to take my cock and hold it at the entrance of you pussy."

Moving to obey, he cuts my motions off, "Nothing more than that."

i nod in agreement, gripping his member, and shakily move so that at His command, i could impale myself to absolution.

"Please, Sir, please fuck me." my voice is smaller than i intend, a pitiable pout.

Sure to avoid misbehaving, I still feel a waning want with the apprehension of giving Him my virginity. The blunt head of His cock against me is a reminder that He is bigger than i'm used to. The friction of the moment is intoxicating, the wait excruciating. Allowing me to take more would fill this empty, insatiable longing, but i'm certain it won't come without a few degrees of pain. The privilege of his cock is a loaded one; bridging the gap between deprivation and the bliss i know that will come from His body, His flesh rocking into mine, His own frustration and hunger mixing with mine. Denying me denies His physical ownership of my cunt.

"Just the head of my cock." the strain in his voice almost gives me as much pleasure as the words themselves.

Fitting Him to me at a more amenable angle, He holds my hips as if to reinforce His warning and the force of His hips moving up just so makes me gasp. Stretching me slowly, i can't seem to hold still- and in the back of my mind i can't help but wonder if He knows how monumental a moment this is for me.

He must- there's a patience for the slow rotation of my hips, a patience to make sure i am acclimated to His cock. Still, with this blunt knot in the entrance of my pussy, i moan at the thought of being stretched completely by His proud dick.

"More- one more inch." He instructs, and i slide down onto Him, "Hold it like that for a little while, and i'll take you." The words are supposed to be placating, and God! i want to be good for Him, i really do, but i don't know how much more i can take- my whimpering a translation of this.

My swollen tissues spread in salacious accommodation, so slick with moisture yet clamped down around Him. i'm nearly shaking with this slow intrusion- hot, thick cock in my tight, semi-virgin pussy. i can feel every part of Him, every vein inside my dripping cunt, and i cry out for Him, Muting my begging to a sulking sob.

"Good," He murmurs and i feel it, this crescendo of His need- it's taking Him over, too, it's not just me that's been deprived, He's been waiting for me, this total submission- i'm dripping down His engorged member and i'm begging for Him to take all of His greedy and anger and passion out on me. i want to be the reason for it, i want to reshape O/our rapport with this gift. There's nothing more i want to attain besides that purchase into His heart, that pull from His cock, i want to pour gasoline on that fire with my body- now His, His pussy to fuck, His mouth to use, His ass, His lips, His thighs, hands, and breasts. It's His and He knows it, it dawns on me just how completely i'm owned and instead of the uncertainty that's glazed over all of these months of mystery and denial, i'm here, above Him- arched over Him, displayed for Him, still for Him, taking His cock and not asking for any more than He wants to give me. At this moment, this defining moment, my want is irrelevant, His pleasure the height of mine.

Gripping my hips, He thrusts up into me. Blind with pleasure, with pain and shock, i cry out, despite that singing stretch of tension He still takes me by surprise. His cock deep inside me produces this sensation that keeps my lips parted and my moaning at a constant. The secrets of my body are now His, and His totally- my Dom, my Owner, my pleasure, my pain.

Stuffed into my cunt to the base of His cock, i groan at the fullness i've only dreamt about. The delicious stretch and throb, the desirous, long pump sating my aching need.

Lips parted at the feeling, head tilted back, I'm arched backwards, loaded, needing all of Him and He answers.

"You may move now."

A thick layer of desire has His command shaking me from my reverie.

"Oh, thank You, Sir!" i sigh, lifting myself slightly, whimpering involuntarily at the accompanying pleasure-pain. The spasms of my cunt uncontrollable, i move my hips, riding Him hesitantly, wanting to savor His thick, hard cock in me. The pressure, the constant demand to dominate expands my flexible vise-like tightness. i can't focus on breathing and fucking Him at the same time, they seem mutually exclusive. Movements becoming more and more greedy, the steady rock of my hips become shorter and shorter, feeling Him drag against my g-spot and sighing and gasping as its all-encumbering pleasure takes me over.

Sightless, His cock dominates all thought, His body against mine, filling me, making me whole and making me His. A hand has gone up to my neck, the other tangled in my hair as i work to drive His throbbing member deeper and harder and nothing else exists like this. He grabs for my wrists and pulls me down closer to Him, my slick, velvet tightness still holding Him deep inside me, the thrusting seems to take on a different rhythm and He's giving me gasping pleasure with each stroke.

Building in me, slowly, slowly, this frenzied, passionate dance of carnal pleasures tunes out all other sensation and i can feel it slowly, slowly, like the rising of tides, like some gravitational shift, my orgasm is growing inside me.

Flame like, this pleasure engulfs me, devours me, and i fuck Him madly. It's a furious need that i'm looking to sate- that i don't care of he denies because the pleasure before it, all of this feeling has already christened me something so obscene, so physical, it's awakened something so pure and filthy, so conventionally wrong and so inherently right, i let it happen, i beg for it to stay- and this is what He's done to me.

Opening my lips to speak he groans, knowing, he can feel the animal lust in me, owning my motivations, making me His fuck doll, His girl, His slut.

"Sir, permission to come?"

Any effort to down-play my need are useless, He can see it in me, can hear it from the quake of each consonant, each shiver of my frame.

"your orgasm will wait until mine. you will wait until I come inside you, do you understand?"

And i do, i want nothing more than to blend our pleasure, create it and extinguish it- lighting a candle and devouring its wanton flame with its own wax down the reaching wick. i need it, and my pleasure, His pleasure, it's all the same now. It's a fantastic reminder of what i am to Him, and a perfect illustration of how His satisfaction is my goal, always. For this, i'm insatiable, to show him that He can find his gratification in my body, that i only find it with His, that His permission, His calculated moves, His pride in me, that's all i want- and desperately.

His grip snakes up my back and He moves on top of me in a smooth, facile fashion. This is what i wanted, God, His body mounting me, His frustrations alleviated, forced onto me. He shoves into me, hitting my cervix with every pounding stroke and i do nothing to hide my cries. It's a fevered tempo we've adopted, a frenzied crescendo if needs that will be met. He pushes into me with His insistent rod and i receive- God, do i receive.

Quicker, tenser, it's incendiary the want. Bodies singing with want, His demands on my eager pussy more urgent. Breathless encouragement, overtures of want string from my mouth, egging Him on, begging, boldly in this moment of slicked wills.

i can feel it inside me, something breaking and mending and rebuilding before anything else, His body goes rigid, there's nothing more simple, more complex, more egregious and more sensual as He makes room for Himself in my open, cum-slick cunt, and from me, from my very core, this warmth and vulnerable state is ripped open and exposed, this hyper-sexual being is His, this domesticated, sexual animal under His command and with the jets of hot, angry come inside me, i let go.

He holds me through it, tight to his chest, and my body's tangled in the pain that's slowly blossomed into a furious release. Shaking under Him, i can barely see straight. It's an incredible feeling, finally having Him over me, finally having all of me, and i wish i could articulate that to Him any other way besides with the quivering gasps and tight grip around Him. There's never been closeness like this- He's holding my very person together so i don't fall apart at the seams or something. The intimacy is awe-inspiring; something i didn't know could bloom from something like this. As we lay tangled in one another, catching breath and strength and words, His heartbeat is insistent and strong into my chest. It let's me know with each comforting pulse: i'm owned.



Yes, Sir



Mary sat stiffly in her chair. She was unused to being kept waiting, but hid her displeasure her upbringing and refinement had taught her better: A lady is always self possessed, her mother admonished, regardless of how she finds herself. 

Well past the age of marriage, her intemperate tongue had dissuaded many suitors over the years. Two weeks ago on her nineteenth birthday, much to her chagrin, her father had announced her engagement. She was entirely unaware of her new fiancé, Master Jameson, by either name or reputation though both her mother and father had assured her that he was a man of intelligence and wealth. She'd only met him the day prior, when he had been invited to dinner by her father and she was not entirely displeased. He was tall and strong featured, with light hair and eyes. His movements throughout dinner were sharp and neat, and though he displayed all the proper dinner manners, he ate like a man used to going without. Though he said little, his gaze rarely strayed from her throughout the dinner. 

Father had engaged him in the usual banter involving his military career. While listening, Mary had learned that her husband to be had been enlisted in the service for a few brief years but honorably discharged. After a stint of poor luck, he'd become a machinists apprentice. Shortly thereafter the man he was apprenticed to had retired. Having no sons, he'd left the business to Jameson which had flourished under his guidance. Over a few months the shop had turned enough of a profit to expand, doubling the number of employees and now there was talk of opening a second shop in another city. 

There was something in his pale eyes that had disquieted her. She'd slept fitfully that night, flushed and unable to get comfortable. The next day, shortly after breakfast, her father had announced that Jameson would be by before lunch to pick her up her belongings and transport them, and her, to his estate. Appalled, Mary had locked herself in her room in protest. It had taken her mother an hour of begging and pleading to finally get her to relent her position and acquiesce to her father. Fighting back tears, she'd spent the rest of the morning packing her clothes and belongings. When Jameson had finally arrived, she'd been standing by the door, her suitcases lined up at her side. Nodding his head slightly as he came up the walk, he'd hardly spoken two words to her as he loaded her suitcases into his carriage. 

When the last of her luggage was loaded he'd spent a few minutes in private with her father. When he finally appeared from the study, he'd held his arm out to her stiffly. "My lady."

Mary took it without hesitation, determined not to show the distress she now felt. He'd helped her politely into the carriage, as a gentleman should before ordering the driver to depart. They rode in silence, sitting across from one another. Mary made it a point to look out the window, expressionless. She could feel his eyes on her face. He looked as if at any moment he might speak, but did not. An hour passed as the carriage rumbled through the streets, finally coming to a stop before a foreboding looking building. Mary suppressed a frown; calling it an estate would be generous. While the yard was a suitable size, comparable to her father's property, the building was small. Only two stories and a little over half the size of the house she'd grown up in. There would hardly be room for the servants, if there were any. It was hardly the home of a well to do businessman and more like the abode of a humorless miser. 

Jameson opened the door and stepped out, holding his hand out in waiting. "My lady." He said, his voice quiet. 

Mary cast her eyes downward and murmured her thanks as she took his hand. Behind them, the driver busied himself with unloading the luggage. No servants greeted them or came out to help with the luggage, only adding to Mary's concern. She stood like a statue as her husband and the driver carried the luggage up to the house. When everything had been moved, Jameson spoke a quiet word of thanks and handed the driver several coins. The driver had the good grace to look thankful and departed hastily, leaving Mary alone with her new husband. 

"If you please." James said, holding his arm out to her again. "I would show you your new home."

Mary followed mutely as he walked her around the grounds of the estate. The lawn and hedges were immaculate, despite the absence of any obvious gardeners. Carefully cultivated trees encircled a magnificent garden, lush with roses and other beautiful flowers. 

Jameson plucked a vibrant crimson rose and held it up with a glimmer of a smile. "Though it pales in comparison with your beauty, please accept this small token of my affection."

Mary blushed in spite of herself and accepted the rose, her hand trembling slightly. "Thank you."

The rest of the home was immaculate, but spartan with little in the way of decoration. It seemed to Mary that Jameson hardly spent any time away from work. Mary thought that was small comfort, she could do worse than having run of an empty house. Given time, perhaps she could convince him to invest in some proper décor and add some warmth to the place. 

"Are there no servants?" Mary asked finally, unable to bear the silence any longer. 

"Not yet." Jameson said enigmatically. "But eventually."

Mary was appalled by his dismissive tone, but kept her ire in check. "Who shall cook then? And clean? Am I to do all the housekeeping myself?"

"If you would prefer." Jameson replied. "Though I do retain a cook, and a butler, they have been granted leave while you adjust to your new life."

"And your business?"

"It can wait." Jameson said. "My assistants are all capable, and reliable. I shall receive notice if my presence is required. Until then, we have time to get acquainted."

"Acquainted?" Mary said, her voice dire. "I think you assume too much sir. I may be your fiancée, but we are not yet married."

Jameson smiled, but did not respond immediately. Instead he spent a moment looking Mary up and down. When he finally did speak, his tone was light but firm. "I will forgive you your tone, as you are unfamiliar with your role and the rules involved. If you are so inclined, we shall have dinner out this evening and enjoy each other's company before settling in for the night. 

Mary opened her mouth to retort angrily, but was brought up short as Jameson raised his hand for her to pause. 

"I'd advise you to consider your next words carefully. Your life can be pleasurable or painful, the choice is yours."

"You, sir, have remarkable nerve." Mary said, turning away. "I am not some simpleton to do as you bid. If I am to be your wife, you will treat me with all the respect and courtesy a gentleman can afford a lady."

"If?" James said, still smiling. "If has come and gone. Let me assure you, you are mine now. I own you as surely as if you have been sold. "

"If that is how you feel, sir. Then you shall find our relationship to be a distant one indeed."

"That is unfortunate." Jameson said, sounding amused. "Do you favor that dress?"

"What?" Mary turned in surprise, the abrupt shift in conversation catching her unawares.

"Your dress." Jameson said, still smiling. "Do you favor it?"

"Yes." Mary said. "It is one of my favorites."

"Then I would advise you remove it now, before it gets ruined."

"Ruined?" Mary's voice was shrill as she looked at him in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare."

"If you value the dress, would do well to take it off. Quickly, I might add."

"I will do no such thing!"

Jameson nodded. "I suspected as much. Your father mentioned you were quite spirited." Stepping forward he grasped her firmly by the wrist. "Have it your own way then." Ignoring her protests and struggles, Jameson pulled at the bindings of her dress. 

Not one to be defeated so easily, Mary twisted and struggled, but was no match for his strength. Shrieking and kicking, she gasped in surprise as the top of her dress was pulled down and bunched around her waist, exposing her breasts. 

"Not bad." Jameson commented, still holding a knot of fabric tightly at her waist, the sleeves of her dress had become bunched and pinned her arms to her sides. Dragging her down the hall, Jameson opened the door to his bedroom. Settling on a tall stool, he forced her across his knee. Mary's protests turned into shrieks of terror as he lifted her skirt, exposing her legs. Bunching the fabric, he hooked his fingers into her undergarments, pulling her stocking and underwear to her knees. Humiliated, Mary bit back her tears. "Dishonor me if you will, but I will not beg."

"Dishonor you?" Jameson said mildly. "I have no intention of doing so. Contrary to what you may believe, I am quite enamored with you and will leave you intact until after we are properly wed."

"Enamored?" Mary said, still struggling. "You have an odd way of showing it."

"Not at all." Jameson replied. "I simply wish to teach you manners." Without another word, he brought his free hand across her ass. The slap echoed throughout the house, causing Mary to jump in surprise. She hadn't been spanked since she was ten. The sting brought tears to her eyes, but she refused to give him the pleasure. 

"Unhand me!" Mary screamed, twisting in his grasp. 

Jameson said nothing and smacked her roughly across the ass, drawing forth another shriek. "Cry out all you like, when you've had enough, all you have to do is say 'please'."

"Never!"

"Have it your own way then." Jameson said, drawing his hand back. Mary shrieked and struggled as he spanked her mercilessly. Bright red welts formed across her pale buttocks as she cried and cursed. The red gave way to purple pinpricks as her delicate flesh began to bruise. 

Breathless she lay limply across his lap, unable to move. The stinging in her backside was more than she could bear. Tears streaming down her face, she whispered through gritted teeth: "Please."

Jameson smacked her across the ass again, drawing a weak cry. "Did you say something?"

"Please!" Mary cried, giving in at last. "Please!"

Jameson nodded in approval and gently stroked her ass. He could feel the heat rising from her red and bruised flesh. It was sure to be remarkable tomorrow against her pale skin when the purple would turn to shades of orange and green. 

"Now then, are you ready to listen?"

Still tearful, Mary nodded weakly. She refused to give in completely. 

"Now." Jameson said, still stroking her backside. "You have a keen wit and intellect. I appreciate that and will continue to encourage it. Publicly, you are allowed to express yourself as you please. So long as you do not contradict me directly or embarrass me or yourself. Do you understand?"

Mary nodded, still too furious to speak. Her exposed backside was beginning to feel cold despite his ministrations. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself not to shiver. 

"Now," Jameson continued, "in private I expect you to be obedient, especially for the duration of your education."

"Education?" Mary asked in spite of herself. 

Jameson responded by slapping her smartly across the ass twice, once for each cheek. "Did I give you leave to speak?"

Biting back tears, Mary shook her head. 

"Good girl." Jameson said as he resumed stroking her backside. "I am particular when it comes to relationships. You will learn to meet my needs. The quicker you manage to do this, the easier you will find my company. I am strict, but can be kind in my own way. If you please me, you will find my affection for you will become quite deep." He squeezed her buttocks, causing her to wince. "However, if you are determined to be stubborn, life will be difficult for you. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes." Mary said, her voice quiet. Outwardly she was calm; inwardly she was a veritable tempest plotting a suitable recourse for this evening. Abuse me, will you? We shall see who makes life difficult for whom.

"Excellent." Jameson replied, lifting Mary from his lap. With surprising delicacy and efficiency, he re-arranged her clothing. Within moments she was restored, more or less to her state prior to his ministrations. 

Mary stood meekly through this, biding her time. Under her skirt, her ass was still stinging hotly. "What now, sir?" She asked, her voice cool. The urge to slap him was strong, but she refrained. In time, she would have the upper hand. 

"Now, shall enjoy dinner I think." 

Mary curtsied politely. "As you say."

The rest of the evening transpired pleasantly, much to her surprise. After his rough treatment of her, Jameson's mood seemed much improved, lively even. He spoke with a surprising degree of charm and wit, a sharp departure from his previous demeanor. In spite of herself, Mary felt her anger lifting and even spared him a laugh at a particularly clever comment. Dinner was quite exquisite with Jameson treating her to one of the finer restaurants. Jameson offered her a fine red wine with dinner, which warmed her and caused the pain in her backside to diminish considerably. When the evening came to a close, she found herself standing breathless and full of cheer in the entryway, the bruising on her backside all but forgotten. 

As the door closed behind her, a weight seemed to settle all around. The silence in the house closed in as Jameson busied himself with removing his shoes. Still kneeling, he held one hand out to her. 

"If you please?"

Mary hesitated, unsure of what he meant. After a moment, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and held out one foot. Jameson gripped her ankle gently and worked the buckle of her shoe, sliding it off with ease. Releasing her foot, he waited patiently for her to lift the other. 

Whether it was wine or temper, Mary didn't know. Either way, her foot flew of its own violation, aimed directly at Jameson's smiling face. To his credit, he caught it easily, gripping her ankle firmly. "Now, now." He said his tone still mild. "I thought we were past this."

"You have yet to ask for my forgiveness." Mary spat, feeling bold. "You wronged me earlier, and have yet to make amends."

"Amends?" Jameson asked, straightening up. "I see you do not yet take me seriously. I shall remedy this immediately. You should remove your dress."

Mary rolled her eyes. "Or what? You're going to spank me? You caught me off guard earlier, you shall not do so again."

Jameson took a step closer, leaning his face close enough to her ear that she could feel his breathe. Despite herself, Mary shivered, though if it were wine or fear she could not say. 

"Remove, your dress."

"No." Mary said, her voice quiet.

"Now."

Trembling, Mary fumbled at the ties on her dress. After a moment, it was loose enough to slip free. Bunching the loose fabric around her bosom, she felt herself blushing again. "Please."

"It's too late for that, pet." Jameson said, caressing her chin with one hand.

Still trembling, Mary let the dress fall and stood shivering in her undergarments. 

"Pick up the dress."

Hands shaking, Mary bent low and scooped up the dress.

"Take it up stairs, and lay it across the couch."

Nodding meekly, Mary crept up the stairs with Jameson following close behind. A knot was forming in her throat with each step. Eyes nearly brimming with tears, she lay the dress gently on the couch at the foot of his bed. 

"Good girl." Jameson said, patting her head like a child. "Now the rest of it."

"What?"

"The rest of your clothes." Jameson said. "Take them off and place them with your dress. Quickly if you please, before I lose patience."

"No."

Jameson gripped her gently by the shoulder and turned her around to face him. "No?"

"No." Mary said, her voice quivering. "I'm not a whore. If you wish to dishonor me then do so and be done with it. I warn you though, I will not submit any further without struggle. "

Gripping her chin firmly, Jameson lifted her face to look directly into her eyes. "If I were merely after your honor, I would have had it and been done with it already." 

"Then what do you want from me?"

"Obedience." 

"What does that mean?"

Jameson smiled warmly. "Let me teach you."

"I don't believe you."

Jameson's smile faltered, but only a little. "You make me sad. We shall do this the hard way then."

Mary pulled back, but Jameson was quicker. Grabbing her by the wrists he forced her onto the bed. Screaming, Mary kicked and clawed until he flipped her onto her stomach. Gripping her firmly by the back of the neck, he grabbed the flimsy material of her undergarments and ripped them savagely from her body. Straddling her, he settled his weight on her back and unbuckled his belt. Irate, Mary shrieked and twisted under him.

"Stop that infernal racket." Jameson said, pinning her wrists over her head with one hand. "No one can hear you and your theatrics are falling on deaf ears."

With his free hand he looped his belt around her wrists and tied it in a knot. Still gripping the belt, he pushed himself off the bed, dragging Mary with him. Tearfully, she fell to her knees, leaning heavily against his leg while struggling weakly against the make shift bonds. 

"Now." Jameson said, his voice quiet. "Are you going to behave?"

Mary nodded, unable to voice a response. 

"Good." Jameson said. Stepping back, he pulled Mary gently to her feet. Reaching up, he threaded the belt through the frame of the canopy bed. Pulling the belt tightly, he lifted Mary by her wrists until only her tiptoes touched the ground. Turning her around, he faced her away and ran his fingers lightly down her back, making her whimper. 

"Now then, I'm inclined to be forgiving this evening. Unfortunately, I cannot allow your tantrum to go unpunished."

"Please." Mary begged, finally breaking down. "Please."

"That's a good start." Jameson said, walking over to the dresser. "You're learning."

Opening the top drawer, he pulled a new belt out and folded it double. Slapping the leather lightly against the palm of his hand he circled back to stand behind her. "Now then, are you going to behave?"

Mary twisted and wriggled helplessly, but there was no escape. "Yes."

Jameson reached up and pulled back her hair, with gentle pressure he pulled her head back until he could lean close to her ear. "Sir."

"Yes, sir." Mary whimpered.

"Good. Now then, let us begin with your instruction, shall we?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very good, you learn quickly. You will always refer to me, in private, as 'sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. First things first. As long as you are willful, you will be called 'pet'. When you have demonstrated that you can be properly obedient, you will be elevated to 'girl'. As my pet, you will be obedient. The only words you are allowed are 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. You are only allowed to speak when I direct you to, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"There is one exception to the previous rule: courtesy and manners are very important to me. You will always remember your manners when you are with me. Please, thank you, etc. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now then. Before we proceed any further, there is the matter of your punishment."

Mary whimpered, her body shaking. "Please, sir."

"Now, now, pet." Jameson said, releasing her hair. "I already told you, it's far too late for that. Now. Be a good pet and spread your legs."

Fighting back tears, Mary did as she was told. Balancing on her tiptoes, she spread her legs as far as she could. 

"Very good pet." Jameson said. With a grin, he flipped the belt lightly between her legs, making her gasp as the leather slapped over her womanhood. "Now then, I'm going to lay this strap across your backside until I feel you've been suitably punished. All you have to do is count off each stroke."

"Yes sir." Mary said, knees shaking as she tried not to pull away. 




Yes, Sir



Reaching back, Jameson swung the belt in a lazy arc, slapping the leather against her ass. 

"One!" Mary yelped, her knees closing together as her body curled up. 

"Now, now." Jameson chided. "This won't do. That was a very light tap. Resume your position, the way I instructed you."

Sobbing, Mary did as she was told. Feet inching apart as she struggled to keep her balance. When her feet were shoulder width, Jameson cracked the leather belt across her ass.

"Two!" Mary Shrieked, her knees snapping together as she twisted in her bonds. "No more. Please!"

"Now, now, my pet." Jameson said, turning her away. "Are you supposed to talk?"

"No..."

The belt lashed out in reply, drawing another shriek. 

"No, sir!"

"How many is that?"

"Three! Three, sir!"

Jameson patted her on the head. "Very good. You've done very good my pet. Now, keep your legs spread." Reaching down, he put the palm of his hand between her legs, the heat of her womanhood hot against his hand. Pulling his hand back, he forced her ass to stick out more. Letting go, Jameson stepped back. "Now, don't move my pet."

Whimpering, Mary struggled to stay in place as her body was stretched to its limit. 

The belt lashed out, dragging a howl from Mary's throat. "Four!"

Again the belt sought out her reddened backside. Mary sobbed, hanging limply by her wrists. "Five, sir. "

"That's my good pet." Jameson said, circling his arms around her shaking body. "I think that's enough for one night, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." Mary croaked, finding her voice. 

"Manners." Jameson said, squeezing her gently. 

"Thank you, sir."

"That's my good pet." 




Yes Sir!



"I'M HOME!" I yelled, but not that anyone cared. I was on winter break from school and had just driven back home to see my parents for the holidays. It was freezing outside and it took a good five minutes just to release my tight young body of all the layers of clothing I had to wear to stay alive! I'm about 5'1" 135lbs. with a nice perky set of 36d tits, and dark brown hair with cherry red highlights and brown eyes. As I was removing my coats I hadn't realized Riley walk in the room. He was a friend of my dad's for as long as I could remember; like a family member to us.

"Hey! There you are! I've been waiting here for you for a couple hours. Your parents were coming in from Nova Scotia and their flight got delayed so they asked me to come and wait for you and keep you company if you didn't mind?"

"Oh okay. Well that sucks about mom and dad but yea sure stay for a while. I'd love company! I've been talking to my radio for hours now!! Ha-ha." I told him, but it was more like my pussy wanted the company. I hadn't been fucked in at least a week or two by now. My boyfriend had gone out to visit his family much earlier than I did. He fucked me before he left but I've slept since then. Not to mention Riley is fucking gorgeous! This man is 6'0" tall toned with a nice four pack of abs, strong arms, dark hair with a few silver streaks, and the sexiest green eyes I've ever seen! He also has some really nice full lips which I envision kissing my lower lips! He's been getting my pussy wet since I was about ten years old and fucking [in my mind of course] for just about as long.

"So what would you like for dinner sweetie?" he asked.

Cock-meat soup is what I thought to myself but all I could think of was, "How about you surprise me?"

"Okay well go get settled in and cleaned up and then come back down for dinner in 45 minutes."

In my most sarcastic little girl voice I said "yes sir." and went upstairs.

His voice was so firm and I loved being dominated so I complied with no resistance. I immediately dropped my bags and lay with my legs spread out on my bed! I had been all worked up standing there smelling his cologne and thinking of what he looked like under his clothes. I imagined him telling me to get on my knees and swallow his dick while his hand guided the back of my head. He'd occasionally tangle his fingers in my curls as he would forcefully throat fuck me.

My assumption is that I was lost in my "busy work" and forgot that he told me to get ready for dinner because somewhere in my mind I could hear his footsteps but my pussy felt too good to stop playing. Suddenly the steps stopped. I glanced at the door, but I made sure not to be noticeable. If he was watching I wanted him to enjoy the show. I got a little louder so he could here; even added a few touches to really get him going! 

" OH YES! OH RILEY! PLEASE! FUCK ME HARDER!" 

He suddenly opened my door and said, "I thought I was clear on what time I wanted you down stairs for dinner, Luci. Now you need to be taught a lesson in listening to your elders. Come here and get over my knee." Of course I did as I was told, happily. "Lift you skirt up over your fat ass." There was that tone again I thought. Before I knew it, without any warning, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" with such force and speed he spanked my ass. The pain felt so good! I couldn't quite control myself as I was squirming, trying to rub my swollen clit on his leg.

"What the fuck are you doing bitch?! Get your ass off of me! Look at my fucking pants! Who is going to clean this shit?!

"I'm so sorry I'll clean it up for you. Here let me go wash them for you."

He grabbed me by my hair, pushed me to the floor and said, "you need to lick it now before it stains."

I looked up at him and slowly then stuck my tongue out to clean is pants. When he was pleased with my work he pulled out his rigid cock and rubbed it over my lips. Then slapped my cheeks with the engorged head.

"Open up." he said sternly.

"Yes sir." I said to him remembering how I teased him by sarcastically saying that exact statement earlier in the kitchen.

I took him deep into my throat willingly. Not that I would've had a choice in the matter. Before long he was jerking my head back and forth on his long dick. He let out a few moans of pleasure in the process while through his teeth telling me to take his cock. His balls slapped my chin on each thrust. I was pleased to have my jaws so stressed by his manhood. I love sucking cock but his particularly, or so I just found out.

"Okay enough of that. Get your ass up and bend over the bed with your face down in the sheets."

"Yes-ahh!" I was cut off by his roughness in shoving himself in me! He pounded my tight pussy with so much force and strength I couldn't control myself. I was screaming and moaning so loud the neighbors could probably hear me clearly. His cock was so delightfully fulfilling. He reached around to pull on my nibbles as I clung to the sheets for dear life! I slowly brought my hand down to rub my clit a little and soon enough I was cumming all over his big dick.

"Ahhh ahhh ah ohh!"

"I'm sorry if it hurts baby but I've waited too long for this and I need to take this pussy now!"

"Oh oh!", I grunted "I'm not moaning because it hurts im moaning because your ddick feels so good stretching m little pussy!"

"Oh I see!" he said as he looked own to find my white fluids on his tanned cock. "you came all over it! You little slut. You're so hot for cock aren't you? Well good because you're going to be getting fucked a lot while you're in town!"

"Oh God yes! Please give it to me! Pound my pussy with your giant dick! Yesss!!" I yelled before one last orgasm as he spun me around!

"Oh yea baby! Here it comes! Take it down your throat honey! Drink it all up and don't spill a drop!!" then he filled my mouth with his seed as I tried to swallow all of it. It was so thick I almost gagged but I swallowed it. I didn't want to disappoint him. "Monday morning you need to go to the doctor and get birth control. Next time I'm going to shoot my loud in that sweet little pussy of yours. Or should I say mine?" he said with a grin.

"Yes sir" was all I could get out.....

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THIS IS MY FIRST SUBMISSION SO COMMENTERS PLEASE GO EASY!!! If you guys like it I definitely have some ideas for part two! Thanks!



Yes Sir



Mary had always been the good girl until she met Steve. He had turned her world upside down . Steve had shown Mary a side of herself that she had never known even existed. She never realized how much it turned her on to be told what to do. Yet even when she thought about it her nipples started to get hard.

Steve had never met a girl quite like Mary. She wanted everyone around her to think that she was this sweet innocent little angel when Steve had found out very differently. Mary was truly a slut at heart. The phone conversation they had would make a good girl turn crimson. Yet Mary seemed to get more and more graphic every time.He constantly pictured what it would be like to do some of the things they had talked about to her. Now he would finally get the chance. They had decided it was time they met in person. It would be on Saturday when they both were off and he could spend all day having his way with her.

As Saturday approached, Mary was gitty with anticipation. She could not wait to do all the things she and Steve had discussed. He had told her to pack an overnight bag with all the essentials like a toothbrush and a hairbrush. When she asked if she should pack a nightgown he laughed. "What the heck do we need that silly thing getting the way for?"

Finally Saturday arrived, Mary packed everything into her car and drove the short distance to Steve's house. When she arrived she knocked on the door and he yanked her inside. "Get your ass in here." He slammed the door behind her. "Did you bring the stuff?"

"Yes, it's in the bag,"said Mary. She handed the bag over to Steve.

"Now strip and get over there," said Steve. He pointed to the corner of the room. "Don't face me."

Mary did exactly as she was told. It seemed like forever until she heard any movement in back of her. When she heard shuffling in back of her she tried to turn around.

"Don't you dare turn around. You are not to face me unless I give you permission."

"I'm sorry, Steve."

"When we are together it is sir not Steve. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." He came behind her. "Give me your hands." Mary placed her hands behind her back. Steve then clicked a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. "Now you can turn around but I want you down on your knees." Mary sank to her knees in front of Steve. "Very good." He patted her on the head. Then he unzipped his pants. He pushed them down his legs and stepped out kicking them across the floor. His cock sprang out to meet her." Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes sir."

"Then beg me for it. Beg me for my hard cock."

"Please sir. Please let me suck your big hard cock."

"Open your mouth wide. I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat." Mary opened her mouth as wide as she could. "Very nice." Steve then shoved his cock down her throat. Mary started gagging on it. "Keep going. You know you like the feel of me in that slutty throat of yours." He pulled himself part way out. Mary licked the head of his cock before he shoved it back down her throat. "You had better swallow every last drop when I cum." After a few more thrusts, he shot his cum right down her throat. "Make sure you clean me off. I don't want to make a mess on my new carpets." Mary sucked and licked his cock until it was completely clean. "Did you like the taste of my cum?"

"Yes sir. You taste very good. Can we please remove my handcuffs they are beginning to cut my wrists?"

"As long as you promise to do everything I tell you to no questions asked." Mary nodded. "Stand up and face backwards." She did as she was told and he unlocked her cuffs. " Now let's see how wet that pussy of yours is." He came up behind her and unceremoniously shoved his middle finger up into her. "Just as I suspected your pussy is soaking wet. See!" He then shoved the finger right in Mary's face. "Now lick my finger clean of all your juice my good girl." She licked and sucked his finger clean of all of her juice. "I want you down on your hands and knees in front of me and don't face me. I want a nice view of your ass as I fuck you."

"Yes sir," Mary said as she sank to her hands and knees. Steve quickly came up behind her. Suddenly she felt a hard slap on her ass. The first one hurt but as he continued to spank her she was getting more and more turned on. She began to moan.

"You like this don't you? You like it when I spank your pretty little ass."

"Yes sir," Mary almost moaned the words out of her mouth.

"Then you have proved to me exactly what I suspected all along. You truly are a submissive little slut. Now stay exactly the way you are while I fuck that hot, wet, little pussy of yours." He slowly inserted his hard cock into her. "Shit you are so tight. I can feel you squeezing my cock. It feels so damn good." Then he pulled out and slammed it hard into her. She screamed in both pleasure and pain.

"You feel so good inside me right now. I need to cum so bad." 

"Then beg me to let you cum. Beg me to let you have your relief," Steve said as he continued to pound her.

"Sir please I so need to cum. Please let me cum." 

"First you have to admit what you are. Tell me what you are then I may let you cum."

"Sir?"

"You know what sucking my hard cock and begging me to let you cum makes you. Now tell me what you are," Steve said as he gave her ass a hard slap.

"I am your little submissive slut and I am here to serve your every need."

"Now my little slut I want you to cum as hard as you can,"he said as he shoved deep into her. They both shuttered with their own orgasms at the same time. "Very good my little slut. Now let's get some sleep . We have plenty more fun ahead of us."



Yes, Sir



Sir and i are in a fairly new relationship and are both learning what it means to be in a D/s relationship. We are also in a relationship as fellow writers, where we serve as editor, advisor, beta reader and/or cheerleader for each other. We relate on a more equal footing when we relate as writers. However, Sir is always Sir and must be obeyed. For instance, Sir has commanded that i write four diary entries each day. He commanded this to serve my needs as writer and as submissive. Unfortunately, i have taken advantage of the looser rein in one area, which has affected my submission in the other. i did not complete my required diary entries.

i have apologized to Sir. He has graciously accepted my apology and even more graciously corrected me. One of his corrections is this essay.

When i complete my diary requirements, i benefit directly in many ways. First, i have connected with Sir in a way that serves as a record of our days and our feelings, our wishes and our needs. It also serves as a way for me to connect emotionally with Sir, even when he is not available. i value very highly the connection i have with Sir and so this benefit is of primary importance.

If i do not complete my required diary entries, then i have deprived myself of my connection to Sir. i thrive on this connection, so i do not wish to deprive myself of it.

Second, i benefit by reading Sir's responses. Sometimes his responses are playful, or tender, or instructive, or thoughtful, or encouraging. And occasionally, Sir's response is a correction of my behavior, which i need. In all cases, i look forward to reading his responses, knowing that he is connecting to me and thinking of me and my needs. i always get a thrill when informed of his response because of that. Since i value very highly the connection Sir has with me, this benefit is also of primary importance.

If i do not complete my required diary entries, then i have deprived Sir of his connection to me. i have also deprived myself of his support, wisdom, and corrections.

Another way i benefit from completing my diary requirements is through the habit-forming nature of a diary. This actually is a double benefit as it affects my submission and my writing. When i obey Sir at least the four times required to write a diary entry every day, i am building the habit of obeying Sir. In four small gestures per day i am submitting and obeying, practicing submission and obedience, reminding myself that submission and obedience make Sir happy, and reminding myself that submission and obedience makes me happy. Since i know that prompt and full obedience to Sir makes him happy and i also know that making Sir happy makes me happy then in four small gestures per day i am helping to ensure Sir's happiness and my own. i value very highly Sir's happiness and i know that he values my happiness, so this benefit is of great importance.

If i do not complete my diary requirements, then i have deprived myself of the habits of obedience and submission. In depriving myself of the habits of obedience and submission, i have deprived Sir of happiness and myself of happiness. In addition, since i know that i disobeyed purposely, and since i know that i have deprived Sir of happiness, i now feel guilty and ashamed of my actions. My guilty and shameful feelings most certainly deprive me of happiness. They likewise deprive Sir of happiness if he knows i am not happy.

The other aspect of habit formation is as a writer. As Sir has told me, "Writers write." i cannot call myself a writer if i do not write. The daily habit of writing, even if i write no more that day than my diary requirements, is of primary importance to any success i may have as a writer. i have heard that it takes ten thousand hours of practice to become an expert at something. The only way for me to put in those ten thousand hours is through the habit of daily writing.

If i do not complete the daily diary requirements, then i have deprived myself of as many steps on the path towards being a writer.

Another way i benefit, as a writer, from Sir's daily diary requirement is through correct practices as i fulfill my requirement. It used to be said that "practice makes perfect," but i have heard coaches now change that to "perfect practice makes perfect." i am not claiming that my diary entries are perfect examples of English spelling, grammar and punctuation--in fact, i had to look up the correct spelling of grammar just now--but i do try to practice as perfectly as possible. i take the time to spell and punctuate correctly. i make sure to use complete sentences. i sometimes agonize over word choice and always at least use care in my word choices. i re-read and edit my diary entries before submitting them to Sir. Since they often are the way i communicate with Sir on the most emotionally-raw level, i want to ensure the entries say precisely what i mean them to say. So, through practicing the craft of writing as perfectly as possible, i am improving my writing. i am also making my relationship with Sir more meaningful by carefully saying exactly what i mean.

If i do not complete my daily diary requirements, then i am depriving myself of as many chances to practice "perfectly" and further slowing my progress on the path to being a writer. In addition, i am depriving myself of as many chances to think carefully about what i want to say to Sir and losing as many chances at making my relationship with Sir that much more meaningful.

Since there are so many benefits to obeying Sir's commandment of four daily diary entries, it is easy for me to see the wisdom of Sir's requirement. Likewise, since there are so many benefits i deprive myself of if i do not fulfill Sir's requirement, it is easy for me to see the foolishness of my disobedience.

Thank you, Sir, for your wisdom and patience with me, your fool, your pet.



Yes, Sir



He was waiting for me when I came home from work that Friday. As I stepped through the door and saw the leather collar in his hands, my heart began to pound. Dropping my bag to the ground, I immediately went to my knees, casting my gaze down demurely. My hands trembled with excitement as I took the collar from him and fastened it snugly around my neck.

"You will wear that for the weekend," he instructed. "You will not take it off for any reason."

The entire weekend? We had done this before, but never for longer than a day. I suddenly remembered that we had a dinner date the next day with a friend and his girlfriend.

"But what abou-"

He seized my chin and forced my head up to look at him. "Are you contradicting me?" he asked in a dangerous voice.

My breath caught. "No, Sir."

"Good." He released me. "Take off your coat and meet me in the bedroom."

He left me, and I rushed to hang up my coat and follow him, knowing he wouldn't be pleased if I made him wait.

When I entered the bedroom, I discovered that he had an outfit laid out for me on the bed: a black corset with matching sheer black, lace topped stockings and garter belt, and long, black satin gloves. Panties were conspicuously missing.

He stood on the other side of the bed watching me, a length of silver chain in his hands. He gestured to the outfit.

"I don't need to tell you what to do, do I?" he said warningly.

"No, Sir." I bowed my head meekly and began removing my work clothes. I pulled on the stockings first, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from my master. Suddenly I felt the bed move and his hand circled around me, his fingers twisting my nipple. I froze, a stocking halfway up my leg.

"Keep going," he commanded. I finished pulling up the stocking as he kissed my neck, cupping my full breast and squeezing firmly. I moaned and he pulled away.

"Concentrate on what you're doing," he snapped. I nodded and reached for the gloves. He returned his attentions to my breasts, gliding his fingertips over the delicate skin, pulling and pinching my nipples gently, then not so gently. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, holding in my sighs. I was not used to holding back; in fact, I was normally quite vocal.

My master cleared his throat, and I realized that I had been sitting with my gloves on for several seconds. With a small gasp, I stood and hastily began fastening my garter belt.

He stood up behind me, running his fingers down my sides, then abruptly grabbed my hips and pulled me against him. His stiff erection pressed against me through his jeans. As I reached for the corset, I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper, and his bare cock slid across my rear, slipping down my crack, its wetness tingling my skin. I reflexively pressed back against it.

Crack!

The sharp slap on my right buttcheek made me squeak.

"You are taking far too long."

"I'm sorry, Sir," I gasped and quickly finished dressing. When I was done, he turned me and roughly pushed me face down onto the bed, bent over the edge. Three quick spanks made me jump.

"Now," he told me, "When I tell you to get dressed, you will do it quickly. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir." The mattress muffled my voice.

A gentle tug at my collar and a metallic click let me know he had attached the leash. He pulled backwards on the leash and I stood, following when he led me from the room. In the living room, he sat in his plush computer chair, and with a downward yank on the leash indicated I was to kneel in front of him. His erection still stood exposed, and I tried not to stare hungrily. My master never liked it when I admired without permission.

He wrapped the leash around one hand, keeping it taut, and with the other unfastened his pants the rest of the way, pushing them down a bit.

"Well?" he demanded. "Get to work."

I needed no further prompting. Taking it gently in one hand, I slowly dragged the tip of my tongue from the base of his shaft to the very tip, licking off the glistening wetness. Stroking my fingertips over the smooth skin around his penis, I smiled to myself as I realized he had shaved recently. My master liked to do little things to reward me for being a good slave. Flicking my tongue over the velvety skin at the tip, I cupped my hand around his balls, pulling gently. I slid his cock into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue and giving it a long suck. 

One thing that still surprised me, and I was sure my master never fully realized, was just how much I enjoy sucking his dick. Not because I was giving him pleasure or because it was erotic, though those were definite pluses. I loved the taste and the feel of it hard and smooth, sliding over my tongue, filling my mouth. I loved licking it, stroking it with my fingers, swallowing as much of it as I could.

Lost in what I was doing, I let out a long moan of desire. A sharp jerk on my collar made me look up.

"I think you're forgetting yourself." My master frowned and pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk. "Maybe this will help remind you. Put them on behind your back."

I obeyed, cinching them over my wrists, then leaned forward to slide my mouth over his dick again. It was a little more difficult without my hands, but soon he was breathing hard, groaning. I kept silent, though I wanted to moan and gasp, wanted to rake my fingernails down his chest. I pulled vainly at my cuffs. 

He gripped my hair, moving my head back and forth. 

A small cry escaped me, and he tugged on the leash, but kept up the pace, thrusting into my mouth.

I could feel wetness between my legs. I could tell he was close, and the anticipation excited me.

Suddenly he pushed me away and I sat back, slightly dazed. He stood, grabbing my hair again and forcing my head back. I barely had time to close my eyes before he exploded on my face. I licked the slippery goo as it slid down my cheeks and waited for directions.

I heard the chair creak as he stood and walked away. After a moment, he returned and tossed a tissue on my face.

"Clean yourself up," he told me as he unlatched the cuffs.

As I wiped my face the best I could with the one tissue, he sat back down at the computer to surf the web. I noticed that he had his pants back on. Once I was as clean as I was going to get without soap and water, I knelt next to him with my hands folded on my lap.

A few moments later, he glanced at me, then reached over to unhook my leash. "I want steak and potatoes for supper."

"Yes, Sir," I replied. 

I stood to make my way to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of his satisfied grin out of the corner of my eye.

An hour later, I placed two plates on the table, both loaded with food artfully arranged and garnished. I returned to the living room and knelt at my master's side again. "Sir, your dinner is ready."

He turned and patted my head, then rose and headed for the dining room.

I followed in time to see him stop at the sight of the two plates.

He turned to me. "I don't recall saying you could eat at the table with me."

I flushed, my brain freezing. "I'm sorry, Sir, I... what should I..." He wouldn't let me go hungry, would he? Would he? No, of course he wouldn't.

"You will eat on the floor, where you belong," he told me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I could eat. Wait, on the floor?!

He sat down and looked at me expectantly. I pulled my chair away and set my plate and glass on the floor. I reached for my silverware, glancing at my master to see if he would make me eat with my hands. He had already begun eating, so I snatched the silverware and knelt at my plate by his side. We ate in silence except for when he sent me for a drink refill. When he finished, he stood and looked down at me.

"Clean up the dishes and meet me in the bedroom."

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

I washed the dishes quickly and practically ran to the bedroom.

He had the lights off, with candles on the dresser throwing a flickering glow over the room. The bed was stripped of covers and pillows, and my master stood at the foot with my deep red tie in his hands. I knew what he wanted me to do; there was only one thing that tie was ever used for. 

I knelt at his feet, lifting my head to let him slip the loop of the tie over my hair. He settled it over my eyes and cinched it tight, checking to be sure it wasn't too snug. 

Taking my hands, he lifted me to my feet and guided me onto the bed, laying me flat on my back. With the blindfold and the relatively dark room, I could see nothing. 

A warm kiss brushed my collarbone, trailing up my neck to my jaw. He spoke softly into my ear. 

"I found something for you to listen to, pet. To keep you... entertained."

"Thank you, Sir, " I whispered as he fitted noise canceling headphones over my ears. Expecting music, I was surprised to hear a woman's low moaning and gasping. I smiled and my master kissed my throat. 

"Enjoy," he told me, barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of passion in my ears. 

He took my right arm and I felt a cord or rope winding around my wrist over the glove. After he bound my wrist, his hands moved away and the rope tugged my arm upwards, apparently being tied to the bed post. 

He moved around the bed to each limb in turn, lashing them to the bed, until I lay stretched across the sheet like a specimen on display. Then he unhooked my corset, slipping it out from under me. Once it was removed, he disappeared.

With the headphones on, I couldn't tell if he was still in the room. I lay in the dark, the candle scent filling the air, listening to the woman's sighs and testing my bonds. They were secure, but not too tight. 

Cold suddenly touched my left nipple and I gasped, arching my back. The icy wetness slipped down the curve of my breast and circled it, then lifted, only to touch down again on my right nipple. I moaned as he traced my skin with cold almost painful, the freezing, prickling sensation trailing over my stomach, my upper arms, my sides.

My gasps turned to a sharp cry as it touched the tender flesh between my legs. The touch was momentary, the ice moving up to rest in my navel. His fingers brushed gently over my clit as a hot wetness clamped over my puckered nipple. My cries mirrored the woman in the headphones as I writhed on the bed. His tongue circled my nipple and his teeth clamped down, stretching it towards the ceiling before releasing. 

He swept the ice off me and climbed on top of me, lying between my legs. He had undressed at some point; his skin felt hot against me. His hard cock pressed against me, slipping in my wetness, and as he pressed a fierce kiss against my mouth, he entered hard. 

I gasped in surprise and a little bit of pain, quickly giving way to a deep need for him. He began to drive into me, filling me, each thrust an electric jolt through my body. I pushed my hips up towards him, needing more. He bit at my neck and my earlobe, twisting my nipples. I tugged at the ropes, needing to hold him, to scratch my nails down his back, needing to press him into me.

He pounded at me, harder and faster, and I felt my frenzy rise to the breaking point. My breath came in short gasps and I arched my back, straining at the ropes holding me.

My master stopped, holding himself inside me as I hovered on the brink, refusing to move.

"No!" I cried. Just a moment longer!

He pushed the headphones off one ear. "What did you say?"

I had told him no; that was a mistake, I knew, but I needed to come.

"Please!" I begged.

"I decide when you get to finish," he said sharply. "If you get to finish."

He rolled off me abruptly. I could feel the need start to fade.

Suddenly a sharp pain snapped down on my stomach, quickly fading. It lashed again, over my breasts, then on my thighs. He had the whip out, and he was not being gentle.

The whip slashed down again and again. 

"You do not tell me no. You never tell me no. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

The whip trailed slowly over my skin, then lashed once more on my breasts before he climbed back on top of me.

His cock was inside me again, and the fiery need came back as strong as before. The woman in the headphones was coming now, screaming exultantly, but my master wouldn't let me.

I tried to hold back this time, but he pounded hard into me, squeezing my breast, and I felt myself close again.

Again, he stopped.

I cried out, tugging on the ropes in frustration. "Please, Sir! Let me come! Please!"

"You want to come?" he whispered.

"Yes, Sir. Please!"

He traced a finger slowly over my lips, down my neck, and over my breast. "What if I decide to leave you like this?"

I bit back a sob. "Whatever you wish, Sir."

"Hmm... that's a good girl."

He gave me a long, lingering kiss, then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and thrust into me sharply.

"Then come, now!" he commanded.

He drove hard and my pent up need exploded. I screamed as I came, shoving my hips up to meet him.

An instant later, he groaned, pressing down on me, finishing with a long, shuddering sigh.

After a moment, he rolled off and began untying the ropes. The headphones came off next, and the blindfold last. I blinked in the dim candlelight that suddenly seemed bright. He left me without a word, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. I busied myself with coiling the rope and laying it neatly at the end of the bed with the tie and whip, and then I knelt beside the bed with my hands folded. 

When he returned, he smiled at my work and told me to get myself ready for bed.

My nightly rituals didn't take long, but by the time I got back, he had snuffed the candles, put away the toys, and replaced the blankets and pillows on the bed. Unlike the usual side-by-side position, though, one pillow lay in the center at the head of the bed, and one on top of the covers at the foot.

My master patted the pillow at the foot of the bed. "You sleep here, pet."

The foot of the bed, fitting for the master's pet. I nodded. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I curled up on the comforter, nude but for my collar, and laid my head on the pillow. He covered me with a throw blanket.

"I wouldn't want you to get cold in the night," he commented.

"Thank you, Sir. You're very kind."

He gave me a sharp look, probably wondering if I was being sarcastic, but he only kissed my forehead and smoothed my hair before turning out the light and climbing into bed. 

"Good night," he said.

"Good night, Sir."

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The bite of the whip woke me with a jolt. It lashed down over my shoulders and back as I struggled to make my brain work. I looked up at my master standing over me in jeans and no shirt. He paused, the whip half lifted. 

"You're awake." He grinned at me. "Good. I'm hungry." 

He tossed the whip aside, pulled the leash out of his pocket and clipped it to my collar. 

I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. He tugged on the leash. 

"Let's go," he said.

I climbed off the bed and followed him to the kitchen. 

"Toast and bacon is fine," he told me. He didn't unhook my leash; instead he pulled a chair to the center of the floor and sat holding my leash, watching me.

As I pulled the bread and bacon out of the fridge, I could feel his gaze on my bare flesh, following my movement, sliding over the curves of my breasts and hips. 

I stepped around him to the stove, trying to not let the leash get in the way. As I laid the bacon I am the pan, he pulled me over to him. 

"Make enough for yourself, too. You must be hungry. " A gentle slap to my backside sent me away again. 

"Thank you, Sir, " I replied with a smile. 

I continued cooking in silence, my master watching me, until I had two plates ready. He led me to the table and I set his plate and fork in front of him, holding the other uncertainly. 

"You've been good. You can eat at the table today." 

I smiled gratefully and sat down with my plate. "Thank you, Sir."

Instead of beginning to eat, however, he reached into his pocket. He drew out a vibrating egg and handed it to me. 

"Put this between your legs and keep it there until I say," he commanded. 

"Yes, Sir."

He kept the controls while I nestled the egg against my clit. As soon as I had it in place, he turned it on, sending a jolt up through me. I moaned, half closing my eyes. 

My master chuckled. "Better eat. It's getting cold."

I gulped a breath and picked up my fork. I had a slice of bacon halfway to my mouth when he turned it to the next setting. He gave me an amused look as I set my fork down again, whimpering.

I struggled through breakfast as he kept switching settings on the egg, sending fresh waves of pleasure through me each time. He cleaned his plate before I was half finished. He stood, and I moved to clear the plates, but he dropped a hand on my shoulder, pressing me back into my chair. 

"I didn't say you could get up. You need to finish your breakfast."

I turned back to the food and he stood behind me, reaching around to stroke my breasts. He leaned down, kissing my neck, while he twisted my nipples gently. I gasped and moaned; with the egg pulsing between my legs and his fingers pulling on my nipples, his teeth scraping my shoulder, the last thing on my mind was eating.

Another agonizing minute passed before he pushed my plate out of the way and with a hand on the back of my neck lifted me from my chair and bent me over the table.

He kicked the chair out of the way and the egg fell clattering to the floor as I spread my legs for him. I heard his zipper and then he was behind me, pressing his hard cock against my crotch. His hand slid up my back to my head and he grabbed a handful of hair, arching my head back.

"Do you want it, pet? Tell me how much you want it."

"Please, Sir. I want it. Please let me have it," I moaned.

"That doesn't sound very convincing." He pressed against me, not entering, teasing. He slapped my back with the end of my leash. "You can do better."

"Pleeease, Sir! I need you!"

He struck me again and pressed my face against the cool wooden table top.

"I want you to beg for it," he growled. "Beg me to give it to you." He slid into me just enough to make me cry out in frustration.

"Please, Sir!" I practically screamed. "Please, please! I need you! Please, Sir! I'll do anything, please!"

"Yes, you will do anything," he told me. "You'll do anything I tell you to, because I tell you to." And finally he thrust his cock into me, fast and hard, holding my hip with one hand, and wrapping the leash around the other hand, pulling it taut.

He took me forcefully, slamming into me and rattling the table. After only a few moments I exploded, screaming out and straining back onto him, but he left me no time to recover, pounding on furiously, until he pulled out of me suddenly, shooting onto my back with a low groan.

I lay panting on the table, shivering and gasping. My master slapped my backside affectionately. "Finish your breakfast and go take a shower," he told me, and then left me on the table.

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The afternoon passed quickly as he allowed me to go about my normal business of taking care of the house. As evening approached, though, he summoned me to the bedroom to get ready for dinner. He had again laid out my outfit on the bed, a clinging skirt, stockings, and a top with a considerably revealing neckline. He watched me while he changed into a dress shirt and double-breasted vest. I was adjusting my stockings when he snapped my backside with his tie - not the red one, of course - and crisply commanded, "Button me."

I turned to do up his collar and fasten the tie in a smart knot. When I finished, he snapped the leash back onto my collar and stepped back to look me up and down, rolling up his sleeves.

"Are you ready?" he asked.




Yes, Sir



"Yes, Sir."

He stepped closer again and thrust a hand up under my skirt, his fingers probing between my legs.

"You don't seem ready," he admonished. His other hand grasped my hair and pulled my head back, and he trailed kisses down my throat around my collar. His fingers pulsed inside me, caressing, and I moaned, needing more. With a grin, he pulled away. "Now you're ready."

I swallowed and replied shakily, "Yes, Sir."

As he led me through the house and out the door, I began to realize that he intended to keep the collar and leash on me all the way to the restaurant. My eyes darted nervously, checking for any neighbors watching, but there was no one in sight, and it was growing dark.

We made the trip in silence, my nerves growing worse with each minute, wondering when he would take off the collar and leash. Surely he wouldn't lead me through the restaurant, with everyone staring. Not with our friends watching!

We pulled into the parking lot, and I pressed myself back into the seat, hoping nobody looked in through the windows. My master looked at me for a moment after we parked, amused by my probably bright pink cheeks. Then he pulled something from his pocket, a black satin choker style necklace. 

"This will be your collar for now. You will still obey me completely, understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I nodded with relief.

He reached over to unbuckle my collar and clasp the satin around my neck. It was tight, and not my usual style of necklace, but no one would stare at it.

He let me out of the car and I followed demurely. We found our friends quickly enough and sat down, smiling and pretending everything was normal. We perused the menus, and when the server arrived, my master went first, ordering the steak.

Then he added, "And she will have the chicken alfredo."

My breath caught in surprise, but I handed the server my menu with a smile as if having my meal ordered for me was the most natural thing in the world. I eyed our friends discreetly as they ordered, wondering what they thought. If they noticed anything, they didn't make any sign.

I found it hard to focus on the conversation through the meal, self-conscious of my low cut shirt, convinced that they knew something was different, afraid they might guess what we were doing. I was wound so tightly that I jumped when my master placed his hand on my leg under the table. He grinned at me, obviously enjoying my discomfort. I smiled back, my heart thumping as he slid his hand upward briefly before returning it to the table.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur. As we said our goodbyes outside, I breathed a sigh of relief... which only lasted until we returned to our car and my master removed the necklace, picking up my collar. I nervously glanced back towards our friends, still outside. They only needed to look back to see me being collared. My master followed my gaze with that self-assured smile. Finally, our friends stepped into their car and drove off.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He kissed my cheek, casually dipping a hand into my shirt to cup my breast. 

"No, Sir," I said truthfully.

"You liked it, didn't you? You liked showing off like that. You wish you'd been wearing your collar in there, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, not so sure that wasn't truthful too.

He patted my head.

" You've been a good girl, so I've got a reward for you when we get home."

He didn't waste any time. The minute the door closed behind us, he slammed me against the wall, kissing my mouth hard. He unlatched my leash to pull off my shirt, but then snapped it back on again. The rest of my clothes were removed just as quickly, and he pulled me into the bedroom, throwing me face down onto the bed. 

I lay for a moment catching my breath until I felt his warm breath on my thighs. Craning my neck to look back, I watched as he parted my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders, and began licking between my legs; long luxurious strokes that made me sigh, and then quicker, more forceful laps to make me gasp. I shook under his well-practiced tongue, burying my face in the mattress to muffle my cries. 

After a few moments he stood, and with a quick zip, was soon sliding his hard length into me, making me cry out louder. He thrust into me quickly and I pushed back, craving all that he could give me. My desire had been on edge all evening, and now it felt ready to spill over. He slid a thumb over my round backside and down the crack. He paused for a moment, and I whimpered, but he only jerked at the leash. 

"Do you decide when you get to cum?" he asked.

"No, Sir."

"Who does?"

"You do, Sir."

"That's right." He slapped my back with the leash end. "Don't forget it."

He began again, as quickly as before, and I felt something hard and slick slide down my crack where his thumb had been, then slowly begin to push inside. I twisted my head around to see and got a brief glimpse of my vibrator in his hand. He pushed it in gently, slowing his thrusts to match, filling me completely. I groaned and dropped my head to the mattress again. He built speed again, and I could feel myself on the edge.

"Sir," I gasped. "Sir, I'm going to cum."

"Did I say you could?"

"No, Sir, but... Sir, please... I can't... Please!"

He gave me a stinging slap.

"Go ahead. I told you I had a reward for you. Scream for me!"

He thrust in harder and faster, both with the vibrator and himself, and I let go, shouting and swearing in ecstasy. He came nearly the same time, grabbing onto me tightly. I collapsed onto the bed and he slid out of me to fall heavily at my side. I caught my breath and pulled out the vibrator.

Setting it aside, I pulled myself up into the proper kneeling position, waiting my next orders. My master sat up and looked at me with a tender smile for a moment, then reached up and unbuckled my collar. 

"Your service is done. For now."

I raised my eyebrows. "I thought you said for the entire weekend. It's still only Saturday."

"Are you questioning me?"

"Of course I am," I threw back with a cheeky grin. "You took off my collar; you're not my master anymore. I can question you all I want."

He pulled me in for a gentle kiss.

"But I still don't have to answer you."

I laughed and left to clean up for bed, looking forward to next time I would play the pet.



Yes Sir



She stood there trembling as she listened to the fading echoes of his footsteps. One hand against the wall waiting for the strength to return to her legs before she trusted herself to stand on her own. 

The flashing colors still echoed in her mind as her orgasm transitioned from overwhelming sensation to pleasant memory. She could feel the odd sensation of her infidelity dripping down the inside of her thigh, warm at the tip but the shiny trail cooling in the air conditioned office. 

She quickly reached over and turned the lock on her office door lest her boss walk in and find her behind the door with her panties around her ankles. 

It hadn't taken much to push Scott over the edge. 

The sexual tension was high as they flirted daily through the instant messenger. Rachel teased him unmercifully, constantly challenging him to put his money where his mouth was. It had started as empty suggestion although Rachel often fantasized about the things they discussed. 

She had been raised a good girl but as she explored the wicked ways of the internet she knew she had discovered an inner sexual being that was far removed from her 10 year marriage. 

She had found in Scott a bird of the same feather. He was 37 years old and just wasn't satisfied by the same old position with his wife. He did love her dearly and never imagined doing anything to jeopardize his life. 

Rachel knew she had dragged him across that barrier. It was bound to happen. Rachel was a very attractive woman, 36 and fairly petite, she had a great body, tight ass and a winning smile. Her c cup tits turned many a head as she walked through the office. 

Rachel wondered how many would turn now if they could see them now, glistening with Scotts saliva and sporting a light bite mark from when he had pressed her against the wall and reached down to yank her panties to the floor. 

Scott had discovered her posting on collarme.com he now knew her intimate desires. He had immediately sent her an instant message. He had asked three simple questions. 

Do you really wish to submit to someone? Do you really fantasize about being taken and having no control? Would you be ready if someone from collarme.com wanted you right this moment? 

A shudder went through her well fucked pussy as she it had when she first read his message. 

She had simply responded "Yes Sir." 

She had heard him coming down the hall. He walked into her office and closed the door behind him. 

He looked right through her for just a moment, seeing the fear, the excitement, the desire. He walked to her desk and said only, "If you have to stop say ORANGE." 

She looked down a moment then up into his eyes "Yes Sir." 

Rachel could see the fire of lust billow in his eyes. 

Scott glanced at the small window looking out into the office and knew they could be seen at the desk. He reached down and took Rachel's wrist, half leading half dragging her to the corner behind the door where they couldn't be seen. 

He snapped the lock on the door and turned and pressed Rachel back against the wall pinning her wrist against the rough textured wallpaper. His hand reached behind her head pulling her to him as his tongue invaded her lips. He reached down and pulled her blouse from her skirt, pushing it up and collecting her bra as he went. The fabric bunched under her chin as her tits sprang free and Scott left her lips to take her breast in his mouth sucking insistently. It was just then that he bit her passionately with a soft growl of a man that has denied himself for a long time and suddenly can indulge. 

He held the blouse up with one hand and the other reached down quickly pushing her panties down around her knees before sliding up again the rubbing the slippery lips of her anxious pussy. Finding her so wet already her pressed her down. 

Rachel awkwardly got to her knees and began to free his manhood from the expensive wool slacks. She gobbled him hungrily as he was freed. Rachel began to eagerly worship the first cock she had touched since she had married ten years prior. She slid him deep within her mouth, cupping his balls with one hand and keeping her pussy happy with the other. 

Scott wasted no time, as soon as he was rigid he pulled Rachel to her feet , turned her to the wall, paused just a second as they heard the loud voices of coworkers walking past, and plunged his hardness deep within Rachel's aching sex. The only thing separating this from a rape was her consent. Scott took her deeply pulling her hips forcefully onto his rock solid cock. He pushed her blouse high up her back exposing her as much as he was able without ceasing to fuck her. Rachel pressed her legs tight together to grip his cock all the tighter and her panties slipped to her ankles with their passionate thrusting. 

Scott grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, pressing her nipples into the rough texture wall. He purposely moved her back and forth rubbing her tits against it causing amazing sensations that connected directly to her pussy. Scott reached around and rubbed her pussy from above. Rachel's mind spun with being passionately taken, in her office during work hours, against the wall with her panties around her ankles like a cheap whore and quickly fell into the throes of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. It was even more intense due to the fact that she couldn't scream out in her passion and instead settled her digging her finger nails into the wall. 

Scott wasn't far behind. Her watched as Rachel began to shudder, her sexy ass rotating wildly on his cock as he took her over and over with each thrust. The grasping of her tight pussy as she came milked his cum from deep inside his balls, stream after stream of his hot cum filled Rachel as he thrust deep inside letting himself empty within her. 

Pausing a minute to catch his breath Scott slipped slowly from the warm embrace of her pussy. He turned her around and kissed her deeply before pressing her down till she leaned forward and took his slippery cock into her lips and sucked him clean of their frantic fucking. 

He smiled and tucked himself back in before kissing her once again. "Take that home to Adam now. I'll cover the rest of the day here." 

Rachel looked at Scott smiling, imagining how she would share her cum filled pussy with her husband without him becoming suspicious. "Yes Sir." 



Yes, Sir.



"Deeper, baby. Slower." He commanded. Her first day of masturbation training was going well. "Yes, sir," he heard her trembling voice reply as her fingers obediently slowed their motion in and out of her pussy to a luxurious crawl. "Good girl." She bit her lip at this and smiled slightly before her own fingers drew her attention back to between her legs.

She was a beautiful girl: voluptuous body, long brown hair, olive skin, and deep green piercing eyes. As she lay beside him, her eyes closed per his instructions, he listened to her softly moaning breath and gazed along the curves of her. Her left arm was above her head. He began to trace his finger along the inside of her forearm, relishing the small tone of her bicep. When his finger began to trace its way to her underarm he slowed and circled the little wisps of hair. She jumped at this a little and seemed to wriggle away from the touch, but said nothing.

He replaced his finger and lightly continued down to the outside curve of her left breast, then all the way around ever so slowly and softly. He could tell from her breathing and the way she arched her back ever so slightly to meet the touch that she was enjoying his finger there. He began a slow inward spiral around and around her breast. Finally reaching her nipple, he circled her areola once, then leaned over to lightly flick her now-hard nipple back and forth with his tongue. "Mmm!" she let out a brief high-pitched moan of excitement. At that, he bit her nipple ever so gently and withdrew.

"Now, girl, slide your fingers out and play with your clit only."

"Slow or fast, sir?"

"Slow at first, baby. We'll speed up later."

She did as she was told and slid her fingers from her pussy. She was wet enough that it made a little sound when she did this. When she began to play with her clit, her mouth widened into a silent gasp and her breath became shorter. "You like that, baby?" 

"Oh yes, sir."

He then resumed his finger's journey along the side of her, tracing from the soft beneath her breast down her belly to the curve inches above her hips. There was a slight folding of her skin there and he traced his finger a few times along it from the side of her belly to the side of her lower back. The third time he did this, she spoke: "Sir, please don't do that; it makes me feel self-conscious." He looked up at her. Her eyes were still closed, but her voice had lost some of the whispered quality of her usual speech during sex. "Self-conscious? About what, girl?"

"My body, sir." she replied. She lowered her voice, but it seemed out of embarrassment rather than its earlier sexuality. "You're playing with my fat."

"Your fat? Babygirl, I'm playing with you. Because you are incredibly sexy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your absolutely gorgeous body. Hey, sit up for sec. Open your eyes." She sat up and looked at him. Looked at him with those green eyes. "You are perfect. You. All of you. So you've got fat on your body. So does everybody. I like it, it's how I know you're not an anorexic zombie alien." She cracked a little smile at that. Smiling too, he continued, "And I will not let you or our sex be held hostage by this ridiculous idea that you're not an amazingly hot sex goddess." She laughed at this and seemed to relax more.

"What makes a woman sexy to me isn't just her tits and her ass -- though yours are out of this world -- it's the whole woman. That includes her armpit hair and her curvy sides and her smell and..." Their eyes met. "...and the way her green eyes make you forget to care about anything else in the world." A look came over her at that, and her eyes welled slightly. She leaned in and kissed him lovingly. As they kissed, he placed his hand on her neck and slowly slid it up to the back of her head. Gently but firmly he gripped a handful of hair and pulled her head back. She inhaled sharply. "So no more worries about this. Got it?"

After half a moment's pause: "Yes, sir." The sexy whisper was back.

"Good," he said as he threw her back on the bed. "Now back to playing with your clit, girl. Remember: slow."

"Yes, sir.... Thank you, sir." As she played with her increasingly wet pussy, he kissed her between her breasts. Then he kissed her just above her belly-button. He traced his nose, as he had his finger, from her belly to the slight fold of her side and began to kiss it softly. There was no squirming away this time, no objections. She breathed deeply. "Would you like to go faster, girl?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then do it." She sped up, moving her clit more rapidly in a small circular motion. Her hips began to gyrate slightly, moving in time to her masturbation. He kissed down to her hips and followed the diagonal of her hip inward toward her pubic hair, pussy, and right hand. Careful to avoid getting in the way of her fingers, he kissed her hips, her wrist, her mound, and the very inside of her leg where it met her. He noticed that her breathing as well as her hip motions were accelerating. After a few moments: 

"May I cum, sir?" No longer a sensuous whisper, the request came out as a definite moan.

"No, babygirl, you may not."

"Mmmhhh, but I want it so bad, sir. Please?"

"Not yet, girl." He commanded firmly. "Keep going."

"But, sirrrrrrrr!" She whined in agony.

"Not yet. Do not cum without my permission."

"Y-yes, sir."

Even as he watched her struggle to obey, he could tell she wasn't going to last much longer. He knelt beside her and put his face close to hers. "Keep playing with your clit. Open your eyes, girl." Her green eyes sprung open and locked with his, desperate for release. "Cum, girl. Cum for me right now."

"Yes, sir." Her hips bucked wildly and she moaned so wonderfully as he watched the orgasm in her eyes.



Yes, Sir



The cold sheets, soft cotton and smelling of sun, have fallen off from around my shoulders and I am standing in the center of your office. For an hour, I have laid naked in your bed listening to the incessant tapping and clicking and I have had enough of waiting. The dampness of my bathwater hair sends little droplets on their way, down my back and along the curve of my breast. My skin is far too warm to the touch, and it feels nice to focus on such a sensation going down my body, so much so that I close my eyes. The typing has stopped. I hear your chair move. I feel you standing before me, and look to see you're still clad in your khakis and button down from work. You watch the droplet slowly glide down and break apart into smaller beads around my nipple, and your hand raises to run your fingers through your hair. 

"I want you," I say. My voice is shaking slightly, as you edge closer.

After a pause you respond, "Is that right?" 

Your shirt is off, and your arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in, and I say, "Yes."

"Yes, sir." Your voice is stern and your mouth is hovering above mine. You are watching my eyes. 

"Yes, sir." I feel a warmth in my chest as my cunt grow wetter, aching with desire. "I want you right now." 

Your lips brush mine before whispering, "What did I tell you about interrupting my work?"

I feel goosebumps rise where your hand moves up my side to cup and squeeze my breast, the nipple still wet from the bathwater. I close my eyes and feel your breath on my neck, kissing beneath my ear, the calluses on your hands grazing my shoulder blades as you slide them up my back. Then your hand is in my hair, you are pulling my head back and kissing my throat, biting gently. I feel your cock through your pants, pressing into me. A gasp escapes my mouth and you cover it with your free hand. 

"Be quiet." Your hand lets go of my hair and you turn me around, hand still covering my mouth and push me over the edge of your desk, your hard cock pressing against my ass. I try to keep my torso from touching the desk to refrain from knocking down your paperwork, but you sweep your arm across the top, clearing it before pushing me down, the side of my face pressing hard onto the cool mahogany. Papers scatter and fall to the ground, and a glass of water is knocked over, spilling onto your notes. I feel your cock throb and hear your breath stagger as you unbuckle your belt , standing above me looking down. 

"Put your arms behind your back." I obey. I hear your pants fall to the floor and feel the smooth skin of the head of your cock ever so slightly brush against my back as you press your thighs into my ass, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "Now then. What did I tell you about interrupting my work?"

I say nothing. Your cock is resting on me now, I can feel its heat. 

"I told you, that if you did, you would have to be punished, right?" You run your fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. You kiss my cheek.

"Yes."

You stand up suddenly and I hear a loud clap. I gasp loudly. A rush of pain erupts through my right ass cheek, followed by a slow wave of tingling, radiating from the red handprint I imagine you have left behind. You then grab my hips and pull me back, pushing your hands between my thighs and parting them.

My eyes are closed from the blow. You are leaning over me again, your face in front of mine. Your eyes soft but your lips pursed. "What did you say to me just then?" 

I look at you and smile. "Yes, sir."

"Ah, that's not what I heard." Your cock is touching my left thigh as I feel you your hand travel down my back and grab my ass before giving it another hard slap. "Did I ever tell you that you were allowed to lie to me?" 

I close my eyes, you kiss my mouth hard, slipping your tongue inside before spanking me again. I moan into your mouth, the pain is radiating further and I can feel my cunt pulsing. 

When you pull away, your hands are full of my ass. You stand up again. My heart is beating fast. 

"Did I say you could lie?"

"No, sir."

"You are going to be very quiet now, you hear me?" You're pressing the head of your cock to my lips, lightly rubbing up and down. "If I hear a peep from you, I won't be slapping your ass next time."

It takes everything within me to not make a sound when you push your cock inside of me, filling me up. You breathe deeply, pushing it all the way in, as far as you can. "Good girl," you say quietly, then push harder before pull it all the way out. You get down on your knees behind me, my ass in your face, and you begin to kiss the backs of my thighs, traveling up to my ass. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. 

"Your sweet little cunt, my god, you are wet for me." You spread it with your hands and kiss my clit, run your tongue across it, stick your tongue inside. A whimper escapes. You stop immediately, pulling your face away. 

You yank me off the desk and turn me around before pushing me back onto the desk, sitting on the edge with my legs hanging over the side, spread in front of you. You grab my face and squish my cheeks together, my lips poking out, forcing me to look you in the eye. Your cock is grazing my inner thigh, I feel its wetness from my cunt. 

"Don't. Make. A sound, I said." You kiss my nose. You kiss my mouth. You kiss my forehead before pinching my nipple, stilling holding my face in your hand. You squeeze harder, and harder, and I am breathing harder just to keep myself from disobeying. But I think of what you'll do if I do disobey. And suddenly, I realize, I want to disobey. So, I moan through my squished mouth, still looking you in the eye. 

You know I did it on purpose after looking at my eyes. You smile slightly before you slap me hard across the face. Then you shove your cock inside me, your hand gripping the hair on the back of my head, pulling it back as you kiss my throat, kiss my collarbone, kiss my breast; the other hand covers my mouth once again. You suck on the nipple you pinched so hard it began to bleed. You pull out, then push it back in, even harder, making the desk move across the floor a bit. 

You kiss me more, moving your hand to kiss my mouth before moving it back. I can't stop making sounds, your cock is so hard and big inside of me and I am so wet. My knees are shaking. Your tongue in my mouth, grunting into it, grabbing my tits, pulling my hips forward, fucking me harder and harder until you push me down on my back and pull my ass close to the edge, your cock never leaving me. 

"Do you like me fucking you on my desk, baby?" Your voice is deep and raspy, shaking, as you lean over me, staring at me, your cock pounding my cunt. "Are you glad I dropped what I was doing just to please your little cunt?"

"Yes, sir--"

Your hand wraps around my throat and you begin to choke me a little, just enough. I smile and it drives you crazy, you push as far in as you can and hold it in before pulling it all the way out. It rests on my clit as you lean down and kiss me softly on the mouth. Your hand lets go. 

"You missed my cock, didn't you." You brush your lips across my cheek, as your fingers run through my hair, tracing my jaw. You kiss down my cheek bone down to my lips, kissing softly, your hand gripping your cock and rubbing the head all over my pussy, rubbing the wetness on the lips and my inner thighs. 

"Yes, sir," I whisper, my hands holding your face so that you can't pull back, I kiss you harder, I wrap my legs around you and push you into me. "Mister," I say.

You can barely make a sound as I grind my hips into you, as I fuck you, your eyes are closed. Your mouth is open. I kiss your lips and they taste sweet, and suddenly I crave your taste.

"Let me suck your cock," I say, slowly sliding my cunt up and down, up and down...

"Ba--" You start to speak, but I push my hips harder into yours. Your breath is deep and slow and you grunt and growl, pushing back harder, looking me in the eye. 

"Please, mister?" I ask, pouting and giving you those innocent eyes you love. "I want to taste you, and please you--"

Before I know it, I am hanging over your shoulder while your hand is spanking my ass as you walk towards the bedroom. "Do you ever behave correctly--" you say, laying down on your back after setting me down, facing you. I gaze down at your naked body. The hair on your stomach, that trails down to your hard cock. I get down on my knees in front you, looking at you. 

"You want to taste me, huh?" You sit on the edge of the bed and smile. You pull my arms forward and make me stand, then say, "Lay across my lap."

I do as I'm told and immediately I feel the slaps pummeling my ass. My mouth is open and I can't keep out the sound. After spanking me, your hand grabs my ass, squeezes it before you slide a finger in between my ass cheeks. You feel the wetness of my cunt, before sliding a finger in. 

"Jesus--"

"Zip it," you snap, before spanking me with the hardest blow. Your finger is still inside of me, you are twisting it and turning it and sliding it in and out while you lead down and kiss my thighs. 

"Let me down, please," I ask. "Please let me do what I want. I've learned my lesson."

"I don't think you have," you put another finger inside of me and spank me again, "I have yet to see any progress or evidence of--"

"Please," I begin to beg. I squirm on your lap when you add another finger. I am so wet I can feel it drip down my inner thighs. 

All I can think about is your cock throbbing against my stomach.

You push me off and I fall onto my side. I don't even care, I immediately come up to your knees and look up at you while grabbing your cock. I can see your eyelashes flicker as I stroke it, stroke the head, lean down and breathe the hottest air inside of me onto it. My eyelashes tickle the sides as I lick down the shaft, still stroking the head. I hear you smiling when you groan. Your cock is so thick, I feel the veins pulsating underneath my tongue and lips as I brush them against the smooth skin. I still taste my cunt and want to feel you inside, but keep licking, licking and flicking the head with the tip of my tongue, spitting on it and stroking it all the way up and down. I wrap both hands around it while I suck the head. Your hips are bucking a little. 

I look up and you are watching me, and you see me look, and grab my cheeks while your cock is my throat and squeeze them together, the other hand pushing my head down on your cock. I begin to gag a bit, but hold my gaze as tears begin to stream down my face. Your hand smacks my ass as you push your hips up, your cock choking me. Tears are clouding my vision and I close my eyes, and with that you let my head go and I come up for air, gasping with spit dripping down my chin, onto your cock. You pull me towards you and kiss my mouth, kiss me with all its wetness, and pull me onto your lap, holding your cock at the base as you push my hips down, guiding your cock into my cunt. But I take control. 

I push your hands above your head and start to fuck your big cock, slide my cunt up and down so hard I feel your balls against my ass and the bed hits against the wall, squeaking loudly. You are filling me up with your cock, the hardest I've ever felt it, you can't even fight against me because you are becoming closer to cumming. I can feel your cock grow harder and harder as you suck on my tits, kiss my neck and bite, your hands gripping my hips and pushing them down onto you. 

You growl and flip me over onto my back, spread my legs further and begin to fuck me slow and hard, sitting up while my legs are around your hips. You don't look away from me and start to rub my clit. I've never wanted to feel your cum inside me this much before, and you can tell. You've a wild look in your eyes as you rub my clit in circles, pulling your cock all the way out and pounding it in, my legs wide open, my hands feeling my tits. I arch my back into you as I feel a wave of pleasure come over me, slowly building, you fuck me harder, your breath quickens, you cover my mouth and fuck me harder, you are grunting and groaning, your voice deep with desire, your eyes looking at mine, I feel my cunt tighten and clench and knees shake and then I am trembling, the wave has washed over me and all I see is white as you fuck me even harder, groaning louder, now kiss my mouth, you kiss my mouth and fuck me until you cum all inside of me.

You fill me with so much cum it pours out and we lay in a tiny pool of sweat and both of our cum. The breeze from an open window sweeps over us and we are breathing in time and kissing each other's faces. You tell me you love me. I ask you to kiss my eyelids and put me to bed, and you do. And we drift off, tangled in each other and the sheets, our bodies pulsing in time.

"Good little girl."



Yes Sir



As I entered the house, I knew it was going to be a long quite weekend. I usually look forward to my 'me' time, but 'he' had been on my mind every day since our last conversation. Deep down I knew he made the right decision for our situation, and he knew I was torn between seeing him and 'breaking my marriage vows'. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked forward to my night out; I had some time before I met people from work at the Four Seasons bar in Scottsdale. It had been so long since I had gone out alone and I was a bit nervous and yet I felt a little 'free'.

I showered, shaved and preened as if I was going out on a date and I stood in my bedroom eyeballing the red dress that hung on my door. I didn't have the nerve to wear it yet, always working at those last ten pounds to disappear. The dress had been hanging there for five months already, so I thought 'what the hell'. The dress slid down my thick form the cleavage was hung low, and the skirt hugged my full hips and thighs. I wore my hair up with bangs and some tendrils framing my face; my makeup was just so... black cat eyeliner, light blush, blood red lips. My ears were adorned with thick black baubles and I lightly perfumed. I carried a small clutch purse that matched my peekaboo suede pumps, and I gathered the essentials: lipstick, license, debit card, cell phone, powder puff (because the Arizona heat would make me glisten). I checked myself one more time in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw, I had posted on my Facebook that I was looking forward to a 'girl's night out' and mentioned where I was going (sometimes it's good to let people know where you were going to be and that you were not going to be alone).

I drove to the hotel bar that everyone was going to be meeting at, it was 7:30 when I arrived and what was supposed to be a large group of people turned out to be four of us and no one I would particularly would want to hang out with. I made small talk for a while, had a beer and after an hour we were down to two of us. Well, that is what I get for looking forward to a night out without my husband. My phone buzzed and it was him asking how my night was going, I told him it was ok but not what I thought it would be. He told me he loved me and missed me and that he would be home on Monday night and that the job was going well. I told him that I loved him and that I would text him when I got home. I decided to leave thinking I could go home get comfy and enjoy the rest of the evening; I said my good night to the straggler. As I walked out through the lobby of the hotel my phone buzzed again. I checked the message...It couldn't be?!

It was him, my heart started beating rapidly and I was torn between reading it or deleting it. He made the decision that we should not talk, text or email each other any longer and I wanted to respect those wishes no matter how hard it was. I stopped near the lobby chairs and took a breath and clicked the little envelope that said and couldn't believe what I was reading.

Ron: I knew you would look gorgeous in red :)

Me: how do you know I am in red? (My hands shook as I typed my response)

Ron: because I am looking at you ;)

I reread the text and I looked up from my phone and scanned the lobby, there he was leaning against the door frame to the bar. I started trembling and my breathing was long and deep, my feet grew roots and I think I lost feeling in my legs. I knew it was him even though we had never met, my body knew. I blinked a few times, licked my lips trying to make the saliva work again. I meet his gaze and tilt my head as if saying 'is that really you?' He crooked his finger for me to come to him; I didn't trust my wobbly legs. 

I took a deep breath, turned my phone off and put it in my purse and slowly walked towards him. He immediately stood more erect his eyes never leaving me, watching me walk towards him. I could tell he was pleased with what he saw and I relished in that knowledge. As I got closer all the texts and fantasies we had shared ran through my mind, how he wanted to eat my pussy, lick my ass, fuck me, kiss me, hold me and my body reacted to those memories. I could feel my pussy start to throb, ache almost.

The electricity that passed between us was palpable. I stood maybe a foot away and just drank him in; he was even more handsome in person. He towered over my 5'5 height (with heels on) and a small smile played on his lips. Reality slowly seeped in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, almost accusatory.

"You never mix words do you?" he said, his eyes locked onto my lips.

"Stop that" I said softly and began to fidget where I stood.

"Stop what Noreen?" he asked as people passed us to get into the bar.

"Staring at me like I am fresh kill." Suddenly I wanted a drink and I scanned the bar to make sure my coworker was not still around.

"Well I would like to eat you" he said softly only for my ears.

The roaring of my blood in my ears was thundering, and I felt light headed. He grabbed my arm to steady me and I leaned into him.

"Let's go into the bar and have a seat and a drink" he said with genuine concern. He led me to a secluded table and sat across from me and ordered a stout for himself and a margarita for me.

"You know me so well?" I asked trying to compose myself, my heart still racing at his nearness.

"I'd like to think so..." he said looking into my eyes as the waitress brought our drinks. I realized my question was still unanswered.

"What are you doing here Ron? You said we should break off whatever was between us?" I took a sip of my drink, never breaking eye contact with him sounding braver than I felt.

"Well, when I told you my decision I planned on sticking by it. I had last minute business in Arizona and I didn't think I could be here and NOT see you. After what you had told me about your new 'condition' and how you felt that it 'sealed your fate' I thought it best to walk away. I knew it took a lot for you to admit something that personal to me." He took a drink and I couldn't meet his eyes, I still felt embarrassed about what I told him and how that was something I would have to live with for the rest of my life.

"Noreen, look at me" he said as he reached for my hand.

I shook my head and still couldn't make eye contact, another sip of the cool liquid helped to quench my thirst but the tequila was warming me up.

"Look at me" he said sternly and my head shot up at his tone.

"I came here tonight for you, does that answer your question?" he asked, holding onto my hand in a firm grip.

"Why and how did you know I was here?" I asked, my throat constricting trying not to cry.

"I looked up your Facebook page; you do not have any filters on it so I could view it. Your last post said where you were going to be. I was pleasantly surprised that I happen to be staying at the very hotel and I took that as a sign." His strong hand held mine, drawing imaginary circles on the top of my hand with his thumb.

Now I was confused and I guess it showed on my face. 

"A sign? What kind of a sign?" I asked very perplexed.

"You being at the bar in the hotel I am staying at?" He released my hand and sat back in his chair taking another sip of his drink. His confidence was intoxicating and I could feel his lust.

The bar music started to play, setting the mood for the evening crowd and I started to relax.

"Are you sure this is what you want Ron, I feel I am not the same woman in your eyes?" I had to lean in closer because of the music which gave him a clear view of my cleavage.

"I'm not a child Noreen, I realize it is more common that I thought and if you are ok now there should be no risk. Of course we will have to be extra careful" his voice became deeper with lust and I could feel his breath on my neck. I knew from our phone conversations what his voice sounded like when he was turned on. I finished my drink and excused myself to go to the ladies room. I called my husband told him I was on my way home, and my phone was about to die and I would call him in the morning. I looked at myself in the restroom mirror and knew there was no going back once I walked out the door.

As I came back to the table I saw that a woman had struck up a conversation with him, who could blame her? The man exuded sexuality, confidence that would attract any woman. There was a slow song playing as I approached him and I maneuvered myself around her as I extended my hand to him.

"May I have this dance, sir?" I asked knowing how much he loves to dance. The smile on his face was mesmerizing and it made my heart flutter.

"You can have as many dances that you like. Will you excuse me?" He addressed her and took my hand as I led him out to the dance floor. The minute his arms wrapped around me I knew this was something I wanted and that all the things we had spoken of was just put into motion.

The song was Crazy Love by Van Morrison and our bodies became one. My hand fit into his perfectly and his arm around my waist pulled me close. I let my other hand caress the back of his neck, and my cheek rested against his. I could feel his arousal against my tummy and my nipples became hard, I lightly kissed his neck where his jaw met his earlobe and his grip on my waist became tighter and I heard his moan in my ear.

He pulled away from me, grab my hand and start to lead me out of the bar.

"My purse!" I exclaim and he changed course never letting go of my hand, he swung by our table grabbed my purse and headed again to the lobby. I had to double time my steps to keep up with him, and I couldn't help but smile.

As we are waiting for the elevator I look at his reflection in the shiny doors, his eyes are boring into me and a part of me trembles. The doors open and break the hypnotic gaze, we step in and he is still holding my hand. We are standing side by side; the sexual tension is thick in the small confines and the 'ding' of the doors closing startles me. He presses me against the wall and wedges a leg between my thighs and his face is mere inches from me. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if inhaling my essence.

"How could you ever think I wouldn't be attracted to you when I saw you?" As he leans in and lightly touches his lips to mine, any doubts I may have had melted away. My body relaxed into him and I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer into me so I could feel his erection against me. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue into my mouth; it had been so long since I had been kissed by another man. His mouth is delicious and he pressed harder into me, my back was pressed against the hand rail, but I didn't mind the slight pain.

He was devouring my mouth, inspecting it with his tongue and I open wider to take him in. I can taste the slight hint of stout on his tongue and I suck on it. That has sent him over the top and he slides his hand up my skirt and caresses my thick thigh and reaches around to my ass. He feels my fleshy cheek and grunts his approval of the thong. My head is reeling, he is wedged between my thighs and kneading my ass like warm dough. He breaks the kiss as soon as he hears the 'ding' of the elevator announcing we have arrived at our destination, his mouth is stained with my lipstick. I start to laugh.

"Oh Ron, I have made a mess of you" I say apologetically, trying to wipe some of the color off. My thumb runs across his bottom lip and he takes it between his lips, sucking on it. My eyes are locked on my thumb lost between his lips and I can feel more juice between my legs. He releases me and leads me out of the elevator.

"That's ok baby, I will enjoy wiping it off on your thighs." I follow like a sexual zombie, not thinking, not caring just ready to experience him.

We reach his room and I can feel my silky pussy lips rubbing against each other, and I can't wait to have him feasting on me. He slides the electronic card in the slot and the green light allows us entrance, the room is nice and cool and gorgeous. 

"Oh wow, this is an amazing room" I follow behind and notice there is a lot of paperwork on the coffee table and his laptop is on the desk. There is another door that leads into the bedroom and my heart starts to beat a bit faster.

He can feel my nervousness and offers me a drink.

"A shot of tequila please, if you have some?" Tequila will definitely help me relax.

"Of course" he says as he pulls out a couple of small bottles and a beer chaser from the fridge. I have never seen a room like this and I somewhat feel I am out of my league.

He hands me my shot "Here is to...Christmas in July!" and we both laugh and take the shot at our intimate joke. The tequila burns a trail down my throat and I cool it with the ice cold beer chaser.

"That sir was delicious" I announce. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him towards me. Our mouths touch and this time I wanted to go slow. I tilt my head and open my lips, this kiss is different not rushed or frantic. Our tongues do an intimate dance, the mixture of our alcoholic drinks mingling and it tastes so good. His cock is against me, and I slide a hand down to massage it and I moan in his mouth. He maneuvers me to the couch and I sit down, he kneels between my legs and I can smell the light musk of my arousal. He breaks the kiss and my lips are swollen from the assault. I am leaning against the back of the couch; legs open and he slides his hands under my skirt to expose my thighs.

"My god you are beautiful Noreen" he breathes heavily. His experienced hands are exploring my thighs and have pushed my skirt to the top of my thighs, and spread them wider. I feel so exposed and he runs a finger down my soaked slit. I can't take my eyes off of him; his pupils are dilated and make his eyes dark passion filled. I start to cover myself slightly embarrassed by my big thighs, and full belly. He grabs my hands and stops me.

"Don't, don't ever cover yourself from my view." His voice is low and heavy with lust; almost roughly he put my hands to either side of me.

"Do not move" he orders me, and I just nod.

"Yes sir" I breathe.

He licks his lips as if preparing for a delicious meal, and I have the feeling I am that meal. The alcohol has relaxed me and every nerve is tingling. I watch as he spreads my legs wide and pushes my dress past my thighs and just stares at my moist panties. I am watching intently, my breathing is low and deep and I can see my chest rising and falling. His hands start massaging each meaty thigh and leans into me inhaling my womanly scent. I bite my bottom lip anticipating his mouth on me, but it doesn't happen. I feel a finger tracing the wet line my pussy juice has created, putting pressure against my clit. My fists are full of my skirt; a slight moan escapes my lips. 

"Such a nice fat cunt baby" he says as he pinches a full slick lip. My pussy twitches at the dirty word he uses for it and it turns me on more. He pulls my lips free and now the thong is wedged between my puffy lips, the soft cotton material rubbing against my hard clit.

"Please... please Ron?" I beg, squirming closer.

"Please what baby? Tell me what you want..." I can feel his hot breath on my pussy.

"I want you to eat my pussy, please?" I whimper, wanting to touch myself so badly to ease the aching between my legs.

"Are you my dirty girl?" he asks inching closer to my core.

"Yes... yes I am" my breathing is coming faster and I am shaking.

I can feel his hot tongue licking each exposed lip and I close my eyes enjoying the lapping. 

"Oh fuck!" I moan as I start to caress my tits. His fingers are buried in my thighs and I can hear his moaning as he sucks on my pussy lips, one then the other.

He grabs my panties tighter against my clit and the friction is driving me crazy, I open my eyes and I see the top of his head bobbing up and down I can feel my juices escaping my panties.

"Oh my sweet girl, you are so fucking wet and your cunt tastes amazing." He sits back on his heels and pulls my panties off; I can see some of my juices on his chin. 

The sexual tension in the room is thick along with my musky scent. 

"I'm not finished with you yet baby" he said as he spreads my thick lips open.

"Mm mm look at that big clit, makes my mouth water" he moans as he slides his finger against my engorged clit, rubbing it. I throw my head back against the back of the couch and moan.

"I love how your clit twitches when I rub it" I could barely hear him while I moan loudly. 

"Ron, you keep doing that and I will cum in your hand" I half-heartedly warned.

"That sweet pussy honey will not be wasted in my hand, just tell me when you are close and I will dive in happily."

I just nod. He is playing me like a fine tuned instrument.

He has taken my little female cock between his fingers and starts to stroke me, slightly pinching at times. My body is on fire and my mind is about to explode, my legs are spread wide, and my hands have now grabbed each thigh to hold them up for him. I can feel my juices dripping down my ass crack and feel his hot breath close to my puffy cunt.

"Ron, please... Oh god, I can't take much more of this" I whimper, our eyes have connected and his have turned to a dark blue.

"Hold your pussy lips open for me, baby. Let me see that pretty fat cunt" as I follow his orders, he slides two fingers inside me, and attached his mouth to my pussy. I can feel the sides of his face on each hand holding myself wide for him. He is sucking me, giving me head.

"FUCK!" I exclaim.

"Yes, Ron... yes, I'm so close!" my fingers dig into my thick thighs, and I am grinding my hips to his mouth . He is sucking me, two fingers inside me are stroking, rubbing my g-spot and bright lights have started to explode in my head. I begin to cum.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck... I can't stop it Ron! I'm cumming!" and with that announcement my pussy clinched around his fingers and squirted my arousal into his mouth. 

"Mmmm yes Noreen, that's it baby drown me in your cum. I love how I made you squirt!" he didn't stop his manipulation of my body and I was floating and every nerve feeling exposed and raw.

He rubbed some of my ejaculate all over my shaved pussy, making it glisten. The heavy musk scent filled the room, and I opened my eyes to see him still kneeling between my legs and reality started to sink in.

"Oh, I have made a mess Ron" I said as I rolled to one side to avoid the generous wet spot.

"That is not a mess babe that is beautiful" he stands up and I can see the generous bulge in his pants, and I reach to caress him over his pants.

"Now, it's my turn" I scoot to the edge of the couch and undo his belt, unbutton his pants and slowly unzip his zipper. His mouth still has remnants of my orgasm on his face and he looks so sexy. His hair is a little mussed and he starts to undo his shirt, his chest is tight from being so physically active.

I can see a wet spot on his boxers and my mouth starts to water. I rub my nose against his arousal and his cock jumps trying to reach me. 

"Let's release him, shall we?" I grab the waist band of his shorts and pull them down. His cock is engorged and seeping pre cum, I can't hold out and I lick the tip. He sucks in air sounding almost like a hiss. I wrap my hand around the base of him and he closes his eyes enjoying my touch, he is velvet steel. I slowly stroke him, creating more pre cum, letting it drip on my tongue.

"Such a good girl" he moans. My free hand reaches around and caresses his taunt ass cheek. I look into his eyes to make sure he is watching me, and I lick around the tip of him. He is tangy sweet, and I wrap my lips around the head of him and suckle.

"Oh fuck..." I hear him moan. 

"You are such a good cock sucker Noreen" he has placed his hands on my shoulders. I slowly start to take more of him in, bobbing my head up and down on him. Inch by inch I accommodate him in my mouth, opening to capacity and I can feel my jaw starting to burn but I ignore it. I slide my tongue under his sensitive shaft taking long strokes. I slide my free hand under his heavy balls and caress as my mouth makes love to his cock. I slide him out and take a much needed breath and fist his cock and slap it against my lips and face. His pre cum had dotted my face and I gloss my lips with the remainder. This time I take him in with a fierce passion and take him almost all the way in, I'm trying not to gag but I can tell he wants to fuck my mouth.




Yes Sir



"I don't want to cum in your mouth Noreen; I have a better place I want to deposit into." I pop him out of my mouth and he grabs my hand and leads me into the bedroom.

"Crawl up on the bed baby." He orders me; I take off my dress and stand in front of him in my bra, he reaches around and undoes my bra and lets my tits fall free. 

"Mmm I have wanted to see these tits up-close and personal. They are just as pretty in person" he says as he tweaks a nipple. He takes both in his hands and sucks on them and my pussy automatically reacts. She is ready to be fucked.

He turns me around and pushes me on the bed and I crawl to the head of the bed giving him a grand view of my ass. He playfully spanks me, the slight sting feels good.

I feel the mattress dip when he crawls on behind me; his hand caresses the fresh spank mark he's made. He slides a finger in me from behind and I bury my face in the pillow enjoying his finger fucking.

"Oh yes, you are so ready for me" he grabs his cock and slides it up and down my moist slit, drenching his head.

"Spread your legs wider for me Noreen." 

"Yes sir" I follow his request. I can feel his warm thighs against mine, his hands gripping my hips.

"So beautiful, your ass is amazing" and I am rewarded with a fresh spank.

"Please Ron, don't make me wait any longer" I beg as I wiggle closer to him. His meaty hands are caressing my ass cheeks and I moan in response. I look over my shoulder to watch him and he smiles at me.

"I'm so greedy I want to take my time fucking you" he presses into me but does not penetrate me and I whimper.

"We have time to have round two, please I've... no we have waited long enough" I reach under and play with my clit, and bite my bottom lip and moan.

"Mmmm I can feel your fingers rubbing against my cock" and he digs his fingers into my flesh.

I can hear my fingers sliding against my soaked pussy and my clit is throbbing.

"Ron, I'm so close to cumming" I announce.

"Oh no you don't, not without me" and buries his cock in me and my vaginal walls wrap around his generous cock and tightens. 

"Fuuuuck, baby you are tight. How can that be, when you have sex regularly?" he moans, slowly pumping in me.

His cock is thicker than my husbands and he is stretching me, it feels so good. 

"Kegles, remember?" I pant as he pumps in me. The slapping of bodies echo in the room mixed with my moans of pleasure.

"Harder Ron, fuck me harder" I can't seem to get enough of him. I want him deeper inside me hitting that spot, I can hear him moaning behind me and I can feel his balls hitting my pussy.

The pressure is building up inside me and I am on the verge of cumming, I tighten my pussy around him.

"Yes baby, yes... I'm going to cum Ron" I announce and just then my body tightens up and starts to spasm, it feels like a flood gate has opened and I am pouring all over his cock. He can't hold back any longer and grips my hips hard.

"Oh god, fuck Noreen!" he grunts and fills me with his hot cum. He falls forward over my back and is kissing my shoulder. I have collapsed trying to catch my breath; a light sheen of sweat is between our bodies. He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back; my pussy feels empty but sated.

I turn my head and look into his eyes, he is very content. I lean over to him and kiss him softly sliding my tongue against his, savoring the moment. 

"Thank you" I say, resting my head on his shoulder.

"No, thank you. It was everything I thought it could be and more." His hand is stroking my back lightly and his leg is draped over mine.

I looked at the clock on the night stand and it reads midnight. I knew that was my cue to get dressed and head out. I scoot off the bed and gathered my scattered under clothes, slipping on my still wet panties and my matching bra.

"Where are you going? Thought we would have round two?" he smiled wickedly laying on the bed naked, his spent cock resting on his thigh.

"You sir, are too tempting to stay all night with. You have successfully made my fantasy come true, it was amazing. However this Cinderella must get going midnight has struck." I slip my dress on and go into the bathroom and fix my hair and makeup, a nice glow is on my face.

He gets out of bed, pulls on his boxers and wraps his arms around me and kisses me.

"Would you like to come and have a late lunch with me tomorrow? I am only here till Monday morning." I smile up at him.

"Would that be for round two?" I ask as I caress his cock.

"Definitely."



Yes Sir



I see you in the reflection of your vanity as I walk into the bedroom. You've just gotten home from work and you're in the middle of changing. I take a moment to admire your body from behind. Your skirt is in a pile at your feet, leaving your legs bare up to the thin white panties covering your ass. Looking in the mirror, I can see just a hint of the matching bra through the open blouse you've yet to take off.

"Hello love," you purr. You catch sight of me in the mirror and smile as you remove your earrings. "Wanna help me finish getting out of these clothes?"

I can tell you're in a playful mood this afternoon. But I have something a bit less...playful...in mind for today.

I walk up behind you and run my fingers through your long blonde hair, my eyes closing as I feel the silky strands flow across my hands. You close your eyes and sigh happily. I grip your hair tighter and pull your head back gently and bring my lips close to your ear.

"Hands on the dresser. And don't move them."

Your eyes snap open and you flash me a look full of questions in the mirror, but move your hands forward to place them on the edge of your dresser. You have to lean forward slightly and your blouse rides up higher revealing the lacy top of your panties. The unbuttoned front of your blouse falls open and I get a better look at the swell of your breasts. They're barely contained by the cups of your bra. I have to exercise a considerable amount of control not to reach around your back and let my hands do the cupping instead. But I have other plans for today so I lean back and satisfy myself with nothing more than a longing glance.

I hook my thumbs into the sides of your panties and slide them down your long, toned legs. I get an up-close look at your firm ass as you step out of the lacy briefs. I put them in my pocket as I stand back up.

"On your knees," I command.

You look back at me through the mirror. "What are you up to...eek!"

You squeak as my hand connects with your ass. The satisfying pop brings a red blush to your ass cheek that slowly fades back to smooth white.

"The only acceptable answer is 'Yes Sir'. Is that understood?" My voice takes on a firm edge as I meet your eyes in the mirror. Your gaze lowers slowly as you start to realize your role today. You back away from the dresser and sink to your knees on the thick carpet.

"Yes Sir," you say softly, your eyes still downcast.

I walk around you, taking an opportunity to admire your figure. Regular gym time and healthy eating has kept you in amazing shape. Your curves are accentuated by the flat stomach and toned legs you've worked so hard to maintain. I'm so lucky to have a gorgeous woman like you to call my own. And occasionally play kinky games with.

I tell you to raise your arms and I remove your thin blouse. You're left now in just your bra, barely containing your firm and perky tits. I can see the small bulge in the cups that hint at the hard nipples underneath. You keep your arms raised above your head as I release the clasps and slide the final piece of your clothing from your body.

"Arms down, hands behind your back," I command. You drop your arms and cross your wrists behind your back. You've never been in this position before, but by reflex you straighten your back and drop your shoulders. The result is impressive. Your large tits are thrust out proudly, the hard pink nipples swollen with excitement. I circle you again. You must remember some of the submissive scenes we've watched, because your head stays straight ahead and your eyes fixed on some point in front of you while I move.

I step back behind you and remove my own clothes. My hard cock springs free of my pants as I toss everything into the corner before moving back to where you can see. Your eyes come off the point in the wall you've been studying so intently and fix instead on my erection. I can see the want in your eyes, mingled with a small trace of fear. I love having that control over you, knowing you have no idea what comes next.

I come around to stand directly in front of you. You've kept your head straight, but your eyes are still glued to my dick as it bobs in front of you.

"Open your mouth." I speak softly but you can feel the power in my words. Your mouth opens slowly, your soft pink lips forming a wide O. I position the head of my cock at the entrance to your mouth and tease your lips. You bob your head forward slightly trying to draw me into the warm wet recesses.

"Ah ah ah. None of that. Stay still." You pull back to the upright position you've been holding. I look down at you again, admiring your tits, before pushing forward once more. The head of my hard cock slips easily into your mouth and I can feel your tongue come alive, rubbing on the underside of my shaft. I know you want to have control of this situation, to keep your gag reflex in check. That's why I'm taking over. Pushing your limits is on the menu today.

I reach forward to hold your head in my hands. Slowly, I slide my cock deeper into your mouth before pulling almost all the way out. The ridge of my head is just inside your lips and I feel your tongue again, drawing circles on the sensitive head.

"Such a talented tongue," I purr. You turn your eyes up to me, reveling in the praise for your skills. I slide into your mouth again as your eyes stay locked on mine. I can see the uncertainty you're feeling about this loss of control, but trust is reflected there as well. I push myself deeper into your mouth and pull back, fucking your mouth. My hands guide your head up and down on my slick shaft as you relax into the rhythm of the fucking. My strokes start to get longer as I get near the back of your throat with each thrust. Your eyes reveal the mix of fear, trust, and arousal you're feeling. Submission fits you well, it seems.

I slow my thrusts until my cock stills in your mouth. Gently, I push forward. I can see the reaction in your eyes as you realize what I'm trying to do, but like a good submissive you stay still. The tip of my rod reaches the back of your mouth and I feel the slight jump as your gag reflex kicks in. I pull back a bit to let you get comfortable before pushing forward again. Your lips flex around my shaft and the rush of air from your nose stirs in the close-cropped hair on my pubic area. You gag a bit, but you stay in place. 

"Good girl." Your eyes light up with the praise, despite your precarious situation. I keep up my position, pushing forward and pulling back right at the edge of your gagging point. Each time I thrust your reaction lessens, until I'm able to brush the back of your throat with only a hint of a gag.

All this thrusting combined with the hot wetness of your mouth and the ministrations of your tongue quickly bring me to the edge of an orgasm. With a regretful sigh, I pull my cock from your mouth. You take a few deep gulps of air, your breasts heaving with the act.

"Up," I command. Keeping your fingers interlaced behind you to avoid breaking your pose, you rock back on your heels and stand up. I point to the bed and you walk across the room before turning to face me.

"How do you want me, Sir?" The question, the slight innocence of your tone, and your downcast eyes combine into a remarkable effect. My heart pounds in my chest and my cock jumps involuntarily.

I take another moment to admire your body. Full hips below a narrow waist. Large breasts that haven't lost their firmness. Tight and hard pink nipples, standing proudly off your tit flesh. Your legs are slightly spread, and I can see a hint of your pussy lips peeking out from between them. You catch my fiery gaze and I can see the flush travel from your chest up to your cheeks. 

I'm done admiring, and I'm ready for the next round. "On your knees. Face down." I watch as you grin slightly, turn around, and climb onto the bed. You face away from me as you shuffle across the bed before leaning forward and letting your upper body fall to the plush surface. "Good girl," I say again, praising you for accomplishing the whole task without letting your hands move from behind your back.

I'm treated to an enchanting view as you lie there. You've spread your legs slightly again, so nothing is hidden from my view. I can see your pink lips clearly now. They shine with wetness, and a drop has collected on the blue bead of your clit piercing. The small nub of your clit peeks out from beneath it, and I lick my lips. Your pussy is begging to be filled, but I'm not quite ready to oblige it. My eyes travel up to the tight pucker of your asshole. I grin as I realize you've been getting full Brazilian waxes.

I reach into the bedside table and remove a set of red silk-rope handcuffs. Your upturned ass rocks slightly as I climb up on the bed with you. Taking your left wrist in my hand, I slip one of the handcuffs over it. I bring your hands down to your knees and secure the handcuff to your other wrist so your arms are tied off behind your knees. You're bound up in just the inviting position I want you in.

I move back behind you and take in another look at the delicious sight before me. You're tied up in our bed with your ass thrust up in the air. And I know you're waiting for me to do whatever I want.

I have a sudden thought and I grab my phone from the bedside table. I snap a picture of your upturned ass, and I see the involuntary spasm of your pussy as you realize what I'm doing. I can see a thin trickle of wetness making its way down the inside of your thigh. I set my phone back down and lean in to your exposed pussy. I feel you twitch as my tongue makes contact with your thigh. The sweet tangy taste of your juices fires my desire even more, and I slowly lick my way towards your hot cunt. I follow the trail of liquid up your soft skin until I make contact with your hard clit. You whimper softly as I flick at your button and the metal bar you had put in your clit hood. My tongue travels up further, plunging into your velvety folds and teasing your nectar from you. I flick between your folds and travel further. You squirm as I tease the sensitive skin between your pussy and asshole. And you squeak out loud as my tongue traces around the tight skin of your tight rear hole itself.

Satisfied with my brief taste of you, I get back up on my knees and position the head of my cock at the entrance to your cunt. It is immediately coated in your juices and I feel you push back against me, trying to seat my cock deep inside you.

My hand comes down hard on your ass again, forming a red mark that somehow serves to excite me even more. You jump forward at the sharp pain.

"We've covered this already. Stay still." The silky firmness of my voice matches the rigidness of my dick as I slide it all the way into your dripping pussy. I can feel the pulsing of your muscles and I know you're struggling not to cum with my first thrust. I pull back until the head of my cock is barely inside you, mimicking the earlier face fucking you received so well. I push back in forcefully, fucking you with deep thrusts. I hear and feel my balls slapping your clit with each thrust. You moan beneath me and your pussy clenches me even tighter. I keep up a regular pace as the tension builds in you. Suddenly you scream and a gush of liquid splashes against my legs as your orgasm washes over you. The abruptness of your orgasm takes me over the edge and I flood your pussy with hot cum. In turn, my jets of cum set off another orgasm in you and I feel a second gush squirt onto the bed.

I stay buried deep within you as you come down from your back-to-back orgasms. The tight wet heat of your pussy massages me back to full hardness with surprising quickness. Feeling my renewed state, you whimper into the bedspread.

"Please Sir."

"Please what?"

"Please. Fuck me again. Fuck me hard. Sir."

I grin at your quick catch and my cock stirs within you. I love the way dirty talk sounds coming from you. I begin to thrust again, slowly building your desire back up. You're moaning and breathing heavy again as I reach one hand up and run it down your arched back. My fingers slip over your full ass and I lightly slap it, taking pleasure in the sight of your cheeks shaking. I'm glad to see your rigorous exercise has served only to firm up your ass, not make it bony or reduce its shape.

My fingers trace further, to the top of your ass and into the cleft. Your squirming increases as my fingers slip down to rub your asshole and tease around it. I stop thrusting reach to the side of the bed, seeking a tube of AstroGlide sitting there. I maintain my thrusting as I pop the cap on the bottle.

"Oh yesssss..." you sigh as I pour some of the cold lube down onto the tight skin of your ass. I use my finger to spread the lube around before pressing it firmly against your rosebud. You squeal again as my fingertip slides gently into your ass. Looking down, I see your hands grasping your calves as my cock continues pumping into you. I push my finger farther into your tight bottom and start fucking you in time with the thrusting of my cock. Your moans increase in volume as you're penetrated in both holes. I draw my finger almost all the way out of you and add a second finger. Your tight ring of muscle resists at first, but with gentle pulsing I manage to slip both fingers fully into the tight space. Leaving my fingers buried in your ass, I remove my slick member from your pussy. A small dribble of our combined cum pours from the sheath I just vacated. Pulling my fingers from your ass, I lean over close to your head. Your eyes are closed and your cheeks are flushed, lips parted as you pant with lust.

"You want me to fuck you some more, pet?"

"Yes Sir."

"You want to feel my hard cock inside you?"

"Mmmm. Yes Sir."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want that hot cock inside me Sir. I want you to use me."

"Good girl."

"I want you to cum inside me again. Please Sir."

"Anything else?"

"Yes Sir. I want you in my ass this time."

"You read my mind, love."

I stand back up and take my slick cock in my hand. Your ass and pussy seem to reach back for me as you strain against the silk cuffs. I take the head of my cock and rub it in the lube still coating your skin. You hold your breath when I push the head of my manhood against your pink asshole. Despite the stretching I already did, the muscles of your ass resist my invasion at first.

"Relax lover," I whisper, encouraging you with a gentle caress of your ass. My other hand snakes between our bodies and seeks out your clit. You jump a little as I find your hotspot, and the sudden distraction allows me to thrust the head of my cock into your ass. The muscles of your sphincter clamp down on me right behind the head, almost bringing me to my second orgasm. I stop moving, trying hard to fight off the urge to cum. Regaining control of myself, I renew my fingering of your clit and push forward into your ass. Your muscles relax and I start to slip deeper into you.

The heat and tautness of your back door are driving me quickly to the point of no return. I look down into your eyes and notice that you're biting your lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy. I grin at you, place my free hand on your hip, and pull you back against me with a firm thrust. You lose the battle with your body as you scream out and I feel you squirt for the third time today. I catch this gush of fluid in my hand and I bring my fingers up to taste you. You asshole is clenching against the base of my cock as your tangy nectar excites my tongue. Knowing I can't last much longer, I put my hands on either side of your hips and start to pull out of your ass. When I feel the ring of your ass grip my cockhead I drive back into you, eliciting another scream of pleasure. I push you forward and pull you back into me, fucking your tight ass with increasing speed. Suddenly I'm at the brink and I fall over the cliff into a tremendous orgasm. My balls tighten and cum shoots out of me, flooding your ass with hot fluid. The splash of cum in your ass causes you to cum again, milking my prick of everything I have. It feels like I come and come for hours, for days on end, until finally I fall back to earth and collapse forward onto your back.

I manage to catch my breath, pick myself up and pull back from you. My softening cock slips from your ass with a satisfying pop. You look back at me from your exposed position and I'm reminded again how lucky I am to have such a sexy toy to play with.

"Sir, may I be untied now?" you ask demurely. The flush of your multiple orgasms still lingers on your cheeks as your breathing returns to normal.

I take one final look at you. Your mesmerizing eyes gaze at me with your cheek flat against the bed. Somehow, they retain a bright innocence despite our activities and your current position. Your ass is still thrust up in the air, held there by your manacled hands. Your pussy lips are flushed and dark pink, evidence of the thorough fucking you received. And your tight asshole is still a little open from being stretched by my cock. A thin stream of cum is leaking from your ass, down and over your flushed pussy lips.

I reach over to pick up my phone from the bed and take several pictures of your well-fucked state before releasing your hands.

As we lie down together on the bed, you press your breasts against me and I feel your still-hard nipples on my skin. You nuzzle your head into your favorite spot on my neck and I tilt my head down to kiss your forehead.

"I love you my darling," I softly whisper to you. You pick your head up to gaze into my eyes. I find it so easy to get lost in those magical eyes of yours.

"I love you too. Sir." You grin slyly at me and wink before nuzzling back where you were.

I smile to myself as we drift off to sleep, wrapped comfortably in each other's arms.



Yes, Sir



I loved his long, dark hair. I thought about it while I was in the shower, how it would feel to run my fingers through it and pull. Then I thought about how he pushed it back when he really got into his lecture, as if his hair falling into his face would somehow block the point he was trying to make from his students. I thought about the bulge in his pants that would appear every now and then. What I would give to have him pushing into me... My back started to arch as I leaned against the wall with the shower head aimed at my clit and my fingers moving in and out of my cunt rhythmically. I imagined him pushing me against the wall and holding my throat as I hit my spot over and over. A loud, low moan escaped my lips as I felt my muscles contract and my knees start to shake. I used my cum to rub my clit and make the orgasm last as long as possible.

When I finished, I smiled at myself. I had a habit of fantasizing about him, when I had so many men at my disposal. I was more interested in imaging his long hair tickling my inner thighs than I was any other man going leaps and bounds to get in my pants. I just knew it would probably never happen. After all, he was William Harold, my 38-years-old English professor, the university's resident bad boy, and he was no man to waste his precious time on students. But I could hope, couldn't I?

It was my third semester taking one of his classes. After the first semester, I made sure to pick his courses specifically, whatever they were, just so I could listen to him talk in his deep, commanding voice. The power and cynicism behind it silenced the whole room and had actually given him the reputation of a professor that you don't fuck with. It turned me on. Whenever he said my name, I felt my pussy get warm. I would even raise my hand frequently to hear him say my name over and over. By the time I left his classes, I would be so wet that I would go to the bathroom and touch myself until I came, imagining it was his tongue. I wished he would fuck me and pull my hair. I wished he would dominate me. I needed him to dominate me.

In Spring, at the end of the current semester, I saw him before class smoking a cigarette by himself in the parking lot. I watched the way his lips hugged the filter, and felt warmth between my legs and almost regretted not wearing any panties that day. I ran to the bathroom and tightened the straps on my garter belt and straightened my thigh-highs. The semester was ending soon, and I wanted him to notice me, wanted him to remember exactly what I was wearing when I returned in the fall. I checked that the short black dress that I was wearing didn't show anything but that it was tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. It was even thin enough that in some areas where it was stretched you could see my tattoos.

He sounded bored calling out names for people to approach him to pick up their latest graded paper. I knew my name was coming up, and I squirmed in my seat, anxious to have him see me.

"Gray Johnson" finally came from his mouth and I struggled to hide the fact that I had stood and began to move toward him so eagerly. I played with the hem of my dress nervously as I got to his desk.

"Good work, Johnson," he said nonchalantly. He didn't even look up. My heart fell. "Stay behind after class."

I felt my face turn red, humiliated, and couldn't shake my embarrassment the rest of the class. I couldn't even hear what he was saying or what was going on around me.

In hoards, students fled the classroom as quickly as possible to escape the one class they were afraid to talk or text in. Finally, there was only me. I clumsily picked up my notebook and pens and tried to stuff them into my bag without dropping anything. From way in the front of the room, I heard him call me over.

"Gray, come here. I'd like to talk to you about your paper." His voice was commanding again. He had said my first name, which has never happened. I glanced up and saw him push his hair back with a free hand.

I approached him and, despite my humiliation, couldn't help but to admire his surprisingly chiseled face. The stubble he sported was gone today. With one swift movement, he undid his top shirt button and exhaled deeply, then moved a chair close to his desk and motioned me to sit down.

"I'd like to talk about your performance in this class. Your progress is remarkable, as expected, and I've seen a lot of growth in you." He stared right at me, his gray eyes fixed on mine, and after a minute, the intensity got to me and I had to look down. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"Look at me." I looked up. He continued, "I am so intrigued by your growth that I would like to start a project with you before summer session starts. You have a lot of potential." I blushed at his praise and was turned on by the power in his tone. "I would like you to meet me tomorrow after my evening class has ended. It is imperative that you are on time. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Thanks, Mr. Harold." I nodded enthusiastically, then we stood in unison. 

My mind was racing as I left the room. I was excited and confused. He wanted to see me tomorrow evening but hadn't looked me over when he saw what I was wearing. He had looked at me so hard that I felt like he was reading my mind, which was thrilling yet uncomfortable. At that moment, I just hoped the growth he was talking about was sexual and not academic.

The hours snailed by the next day. I felt like I had been awake for ages, but when I looked at the clock, only two hours had passed since I'd left home. There were hours left to go, but I didn't know if I had that much patience. I had dressed for the occasion. For hours the night before, I had picked out an outfit that I hoped he could not resist, complete with black sheer lace top thigh highs, a black satin garter belt, a black bra that I paid an arm and a leg for, and an almost-see through shirt that was just long enough to pass as a dress. My silhouette was clearly visible through it. I went to a restroom on campus right before his evening class and stared at myself in the mirror, scrutinizing my appearance. I mean, if he didn't like me in this, I wasn't sure what to do.

I chain-smoked in the parking lot for an hour, waiting impatiently and nervously. I reapplied perfume. I paced. I surfed the Internet on my phone. Until finally it was five to six, and I walked toward his office.

The door was cracked open, but I knocked anyway. I heard his deep voice tell me that he was there and to come in, so I entered and closed the door behind me. Without looking up at me-again-he told me to lock it. My eyes widened, but I did as he said. He seemed completely calm and in his element, as if he were in class teaching. I still questioned whether anything weird was happening.

"Sit down, Gray," was his next command. I obeyed. Doing what he told me to was too easy. I smiled to myself at this thought.

He finished writing whatever he was working on, then set his pen down and leaned back in his chair. Finally, he looked at me. His eyes penetrated mine. They teased me. His gaze worked from my eyes to my neck, and I watched them move toward my chest, at the shadow of my bra beneath my shirt. To get a complete view, he stood up and moved around the desk toward me.

"Stand for me, please." His voice, though still commanding, took on a quieter feeling, and I felt a tangible danger in the room that sent shivers down my back. I obeyed, standing and allowing the shirt which had been gathered at my hips while sitting to fall flat against my skin.

"Do you usually dress this way to see your professors?" He pushed his hair back and crossed his arms. Standing in front of me, I was able to appreciate how much taller he was than I.

"No."

His gray eyes became so animated, I swear that his pupils couldn't decide how big they wanted to be. They burned. A minute passed before he countered, "Tonight, in this room, you are going to call me 'Sir'. Do you understand?"

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I listened to this statement. "Yes, sir," I breathed.

"Good. We're going to talk about a project that I'd like to start with you," he continued as he returned to his side of the desk and sat down, "immediately."

"Yes, sir." My heart was hammering in my chest, and I could feel my pulse echoed in my cunt. The sweet spot between my legs was getting warmer and wetter as I reveled in the sound of him telling me what to say.

Leaning back in his chair again, he crossed his legs and seemed to deliberate for a moment. "This project of ours is going to take a lot of self-will, and you will need to learn to listen to everything I say. Everything." He met my eyes with a hard stare before continuing with a smile, "If you do so, I hope we will learn to work well together."

He was being so vague that I almost couldn't believe what I was certain was happening. Was this everything I had dreamed of, or was I being severely delusional?

"Gray, get me the red hard-cover book on that shelf by the door."

I slowly but immediately got up and turned my back to him, walking toward the book shelf by the door. What was I doing? Surely, he wasn't going to read to me. I stood in front the book shelf and searched for a red hard-cover book. Confused, I asked, "What's it called? I can't find it." But he didn't respond, so I turned and then jumped. He had moved right behind me, quietly watching-waiting-and admitted, "There is no red hard-cover book there." He took a step closer; my breath caught in my throat and I could feel the slick wetness between my legs. He took another, which positioned him within an inch of my body. I could not move my eyes from his. They smoldered. "Did you want there to be one?"

Words wouldn't form in my mouth. All I did was part my lips, wishing I could answer. Instead, I just shook my head in a silent "no."

He smirked and lifted his hand slowly. I watched it all the way up to my face, where it lingered in midair. Very carefully, he pressed it against my throat and made it so that my chin was pushed into the air slightly. My eyes were glued to his as he leaned in and whispered into my ear, "I've watched you look at me and dress up for me. Wanting my attention. You've always had it, but it was so fun to watch you work for it every class. I had hoped you'd end up taking my courses since the first time I saw you, with your red hair and thigh highs. I think about biting your delicate, pale skin. I envision myself ploughing into your pussy from behind while you beg me to keep going. I always wished you would pursue me more aggressively, but then I realized why you didn't. You're submissive." He moved into me and I felt a warm bulge rub press against my pelvis. I exhaled sharply thinking about his cock. His grip on my neck tightened slightly, just loose enough to allow me to breathe freely. Perfectly. "Aren't you?"

I closed my eyes and took a breath, and then responded as he commanded: "Yes, sir."

The excitement that flashed in his eyes was undeniable. I felt so wet that I might have been dripping. As if reading my mind, he hiked up my shirt and ran his fingers up my thigh and fingered one of the garter straps, then traveled inward and I felt the heat from his fingertips hovering just atop my hood. The anticipation made me whimper.

"If you continue to be this obedient, you will be rewarded, pet. Is that what you want?" His voice had become husky and lower, as if he were speaking to someone dangerously delicate.

I answered once again, "Yes, sir." It was a plead. It's all I wanted.

Once again, he smirked. When he suddenly let go of me and stepped back, I felt my heart drop. It must have shown on my face, for he almost immediately soothed me by cooing, "We're not finished. I want you to return to my desk and undress yourself. Place your clothes on the chair." When I began to move he urgently added, "But keep on your stockings and garter belt.

Pride filled my heart, realizing I had succeeded in donning articles of clothing that he liked. But once I reached the desk, I realized that though I had fantasized about being William Harold's submissive for over a year, I was nervous to undress in front of him. I debated hesitating to disrobe but remembered that he said I must obey everything he asked of me. So I slipped off boots and shirt-dress and stood there, quite humiliated but highly turned on. His eyes took me in hungrily, savagely. I felt like the Mona Lisa, so desirable that the most important sought to take in my image. Slowly, William moved toward me. I shivered from anticipation. He couldn't move fast enough. When he was finally one step away from me, he pushed his hair out of his face again and stopped.

He deliberated another moment. "I want you to turn around to face the desk." I obeyed, and in a second I felt his warm hands hit my hips and he gripped them and pulled me into him. My eyes closed in ecstasy. I had never felt anything so divine nor so dangerous. His hand trailed across the waist of my garter belt and then smoothly, softly moved downward. Once again I felt the heat of his fingers almost touching my throbbing slit. I whimpered so pathetically that I heard him let out one low chuckle. "Am I being mean?"

Scared to say yes and not be touched, I said, "No, sir."

"Good answer, pet," he whispered into my ear. "I, personally, think I'm being quite generous, don't you?"

Barely able to concentrate on anything other than the fact that his hand was hovering above my clit, I let out a vaguely incoherent, "Yes, sir."

Satisfied with my answers, he simultaneously began to kiss my neck and finally touched my hood, rubbing it gently. I let out an overwhelmingly enthusiastic moan and tilted my head so as to give him better access to my neck, but he stopped.

"Bend over the desk for me, Gray."

As I did, I heard him unzip his pants. I felt the head of his cock hit my pussy as he pulled it from inside his work pants. It was warm, and I wanted it so badly that I backed up slightly. He clucked his tongue and grabbed a handful of my hair firmly to keep me still. "Not until I say so."

I tried to breathe evenly while I waited for him to enter me, but failed miserably. I was so excited and aroused that all efforts to regain composure were completely pointless. Finally, suddenly, he inquired, "Do you want me to fuck you, pet?" As soon as the words escaped his mouth, my cunt was aching for him in a way I had never imagined it would for anyone. Not only did I want him to, I needed him to. To his question I simply replied, "Yes, sir."

His fingers trailing down my spine signaled that he had heard me. He resumed his grip with one hand on my hip and the other very firmly tangled in my hair. His pulsing cock rubbed against me and I felt him beginning to push into me. For a moment, he paused.

I tilted my head slightly, alarmed at the abrupt stop. My body language must have been enough of a question for him, because he responded with a command: "Gray, when you come for me-because I know that you will-you are going to moan my name. You are going to call me 'William'. Do you understand?" His cock teased my pussy.

"Yes, sir." I was about to lose ability to contain myself if I had to wait any longer. My fantasies were coming true. I wanted him so badly.

Within a millisecond of my reply, he had begun to slowly enter me, then pull out, stretching me, getting used to my cunt, feeling how wet I was for him. I thought of all the times I had wished my fingers would have been his cock, and now it was. I purposely relaxed for him so that he could get as deep inside me as fast as possible. His rhythm was perfect and gradually increasing. I felt the veins and head of his cock inside of me, thrusting deeper. He was building up speed slowly, trying to work with how tight I was, gripping him. After a minute his grunts became more audible and I moaned deeply as he began to thrust harder and faster into my cunt. I desired him to keep accelerating his speed and strength, but didn't dare make any demands. Those were his to make. As if reading my mind, he warned me, "Do not come until I allow you to."

The hand he had wrapped in my hair tightened even more, which made my head tilt upward and arched my back so severely that it almost hurt, but it didn't. It felt so good. He moved his other hand from my hip and started traveling downward, teasing my skin, and then landed on my clit. He started rubbing me gently and then roughly, in circles and then in different patterns, all while fucking me from behind. He was thrusting so deeply that the desk began to move slightly every time he entered me. I felt and heard his pelvis hitting my ass, making a perfect clapping noise that I couldn't have even imagined. I hoped there would be red marks or bruises on my ass afterward, but I could worry about that later.

The amount of pleasure I started to feel was mounting, almost nearing unbearable. I sensed that he was starting to lose control as his grunts got deeper and louder, almost in unison with the moans escaping my mouth. His sounds were dangerously seductive.

With clenched teeth he commanded me, "This is what you fantasized about for a year, isn't it? Do you want to come on my cock while I fill you? Tell me you want to fuck me until I come inside you, pet."

I moaned at his term for me, and pleaded with him. "Yes, sir. This is what I dream about. I want you to fuck me and use me until you come inside me, sir. Please." I began to breathe heavily and unevenly and felt my orgasm mounting, but tried my best to stop it until I was allowed.

He quickly and eagerly moved his hand from my clit to around my throat and began to choke me lightly, which aroused me so much that I was edging toward the most superior climax I'd ever experienced.

I half whimpered, half cried, desperate enough for him to come inside me that I spoke out of turn, "I love your cock pounding into me. Please come for me, sir!"

At my words, he exploded, and the pressure of his come inside me was so much that my back arched and I began to orgasm, reaching for my own clit and feeling so much pleasure that I truly believed I was losing my mind. I screamed his name and he seemed to come even harder. I felt both of our juices slowly dripping down my leg and he roughly thrusted into me, eventually slowing down as both our orgasms started to subside. My eyes were almost crossed in bliss. I couldn't believe what was happening. He loosened his grip on my hair and released my neck, and, still standing, I allowed myself to rest my upper body on his desk while I waited for further instruction.

He pulled out of me with a final, satisfied grunt, then slapped my ass. It made my stomach flip to hear his pleasure.

"Stand and face me," I heard him say, trying to control his voice again.

I stood, knees about to buckle, his and my come dripping down my inner thigh, threatening to reach my thigh highs. I didn't even care. I'd never cared less, actually.

When I faced him, it looked as thought he were trying to hide a tenderness that was on his face while I was not looking at him. I smirked to myself internally.

"You have done exactly as I asked," he admitted, impressed. I couldn't decide which to stare at: his eyes or his dick. They were both attractive, but since he was talking I thought his eyes would be the better location. "Your reward for your obedience will be to come back tomorrow. I'd like to see you again." His eyes were smiling at me, though he had regained control of his facial expressions. "Outside the office." I was thrilled at this idea. He motioned for me to sit down as he sat at the corner of the desk closest to me. "Your beauty has captivated me from day one. I hope that we can continue this, Gray."

I admired the way his mouth moved and smiled when he pushed his hair back from his eyes again. I couldn't wait to have his hands back in my own hair.



Yes Sir



I've been meaning to write this story for some time. It could have easily happened had I taken the initiative but instead, I chickened out. It remains a favorite fantasy of 'what if' though. I hope you enjoy.

Saturday evening and I'm sitting in the living room of my small mobile home. Nothing to do but cruise the porn sites on-line. The usual buttons are being pushed on my libido and I find myself looking at the strap-on dommes sites, the forced crossdressing, forced bi, shemales, fucking, sucking, licking. The computer desk sits across the room from the front door, the front door that has the little tiny trailer front window in it. I don't know if anyone can see in but I'm not expecting company so fuck it. Pants pulled down, cock in one hand, mouse in the other.

I'm stroking it slow and enjoying a movie clip. A beautiful black haired shemale is on all fours getting fucked in the ass. Her legs wrap around the stud behind her, high heels pointed up.

I nearly jump out of my skin when there's a knock at the front door. Pants fly up, window closes, boner gets tucked to the side. Who the fuck is this? And does my shirt cover the huge erection jutting out of my left pants pocket?

I go to the door. It's Ron. He's about half in the bag as usual. He waves a DVD case in the air and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. "You've GOT to see this movie. It is the funniest thing I've ever seen. And as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring it over for you to watch."

My heart was still racing and my erection was subsiding. "Uh, yeah sure." What was I going to say? 'No, I'm busy looking at porn, come back in 20 minutes..'

Ron busied himself loading the DVD player while I fixed us both a cocktail. "Where's everybody else tonight?" I asked Ron.

"Out of town, other stuff, who cares... this movie is fucking hilarious."

Being a small living room in a small mobile home, I only had room for two chairs. Ron took one and I took the other. The movie started and Ron and I sipped our drinks.

The thing I haven't mentioned yet about Ron is that he's one of the few openly gay men that I know. We've worked at the same company for about year and through various bar outings, camping trips, etc, I had gotten to be decent friends with the guy.

The JD warmed my stomach but my mind remained on the porn sites. The thought kept cycling through my head, 'what if I had been wearing my lingerie and playing with my toys when Ron came by? What if he hadn't knocked and just walked right in?'

Ron wasn't attractive or unattractive. He was just a guy that I knew. And for the most part, I just like being with girls. But, here was Ron and it had been too long for me. I also knew that in this small town, he was also pretty desperate for some action... or at least that's all he usually talked about once he was really liquored up.

Several times during the movie we had to stop and freshen up our highballs. They were going down smooth and the movie was entertaining. By the time the movie ended, I had a healthy buzz and the demons were whispering louder in my ear.

The back of my neck felt hot as I spoke. "You know Ron, I've got something in the back of the trailer that I've never shown anyone before. I think you might appreciate it though. If you can keep a secret."

"If it's something illegal," Ron said as he crunched a piece of ice, "I don't want to know anything about it."

"Nothing illegal," I promised. "But it will take me some time to dig it out of where I have it hid. Why don't you check out the extra features on the DVD while I go get it."

Ron shrugged alright and started thumbing through the DVD menu.

"But remember, NOBODY can know about this."

Ron made the locking key motion across his mouth and then drained his drink. 

My heart felt like it was about to explode. My hands trembled slightly and my brain was working overtime trying to process the risks versus the rewards. The whiskey was working its magic and the hellhounds in my mind were way off the porch.

In the bedroom, I unlocked the storage container with all of my sissy clothes. Quickly I undressed and began picking out what to wear. My rock hard 7 inches throbbed with every heartbeat. This is either going to be incredible or incredibly awful I thought as I began to dress.

First, the garters and black thigh highs with the line up the back. Then the black lace panties over those. Next I slipped on my 5 inch black stilettos with the little black ankle straps. On went my little one piece black dress. I thought about tucking my cock back but decided against it. Instead I let the front of my dress stand at attention and thought this might provide sufficient bait. I knew Ron had said over drunken conversations that he liked his lays to be manly but given his limited options here in Smalltown, USA and the fact that he had a buzz on... well... I hoped he took me up on my proposal or I'd have to leave town or fake my own death. Or both.

I walked carefully down the hallway, holding on to the sides of the wall so that I didn't stumble in my fuck me pumps. I was tall and thin and many women had told me over the years that I had a nice ass. My face wasn't quite passable but I figured that would work to my advantage tonight.

As I rounded the corner into the living room, I stopped and leaned against the corner, cocking my ass off to the side. Ron looked up and froze in mid sip. His eyes were wide and his breathing stopped for a second. "Here's the deal," I said, trying not to let my voice waiver. "If you tell ANYBODY about this, I'll flat out deny it and tell everyone you're a liar. And then I'll probably have to kick your ass later." Ron remained motionless.

"However," I said as I walked closer to him, "if you accept my terms, you're probably in for a very fun night."

"What are the terms?" Ron said quickly.

"Well," I began, "it's a pretty simple deal. You tell no one. There is no kissing. I do not want you to suck my dick, I do not want to fuck your ass. This is a one time deal unless I approach you again. Other than that," I said with a smile, "you can pretty much have what you want."

Ron swallowed hard. "Uh... sure. I had no idea... "

"And we're going to keep it that way for everyone else," I said as I cut him off. "Also, since we all just signed up for life insurance at work... and had to take an AIDS test... which you passed, yes?"

Ron nodded yes.

"Then tonight, you can fuck me bareback."

Ron's mind was working so hard to keep up that I thought that I actually saw smoke come from his ears."

"But I would prefer that you cum in my mouth. I've always fantasized about what it would be like to have a big hard cock shooting wad after wad into my mouth."

Ron didn't move. He didn't know what to do next. I continued to 'top from the bottom'.

I sank to my knees and then said softly in a more effeminate voice, "While you're processing all of this, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes."

Ron was up like a shot and shucking clothes like he was on fire. In less than a minute, he stood before me buck naked with a throbbing erection. I was hoping that he had a huge cock but one that wasn't so big that it would tear me in half. His cock was roughly the size of mine except maybe an inch shorter and a little less wide. I patted the seat cushion and Ron sat back down. I scooted closer and put a hand on each of his knees.

"I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to pull it out of my ass and stick it in my mouth when you cum. Make me lick it off. Clean it for you. I want you to spank me. First over your knee, then with your belt. I want to feel your hands on the back of my head pushing me down when I suck you. I'll lick your balls. I'll lick your ass. I am your filthy little slut tonight Master. And for the rest of the evening, the only thing I plan on saying is, 'Yes sir.'"

With that I leaned forward and engulfed as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I had planned on being seductive about it and licking the head and nibbling the shaft... but when it came time to do it, I just wanted to know what it was like to have a mouthful of dick.

Ron's hands immediately found the back of my head and his hips began to writhe up and down. I had never sucked a cock before so I concentrated on keeping my lips pulled over my teeth. With one hand I stroked the shaft and with the other one, I played with his overloaded balls. Every so often, he would push hard on the back of my head and I would go all the way down. His cock wasn't long enough to choke me but it did go all the way to the back of my throat. 

My head bobbed up and down and his cock continued to get harder in my mouth. One hand continued to work the shaft and the balls in my other hand started to contract. As they loaded up approaching orgasm, I slid the tip of one finger back and ran it across the outside of his asshole. The hand on the back of my head pushed hard again, I felt his legs tighten and soon shot after shot of semen flew into my throat. 

"Holy shit," was all Ron could manage to say.

I remained kneeling in front of him with his cock in my mouth. I had hoped to actually taste the cum but in his exuberance, he had dumped his entire load down my throat. I licked at some of the cum remnants near the tip.

Ron stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the bathroom. There I could hear him peeing. I remained on my knees and looked around the living room. Nothing seemed real. Nothing seemed relevant.

Ron returned and sat down heavily in the chair. "Wow," he finally exhaled. "That was fucking amazing."

Having just sucked my first cock, I wasn't sure what to do next. But Ron was becoming more comfortable with the whole situation.

"Well," he said and spread his legs apart, "get your little slut ass up here over my knee."

"Yes sir," I smiled. 

Before bending over his knee, I pulled my panties down to my knees and my dress up around the small of my back. Ron grabbed the back of my hair as I leaned over and before I could even get settled, blows were beginning to reign down on my ass cheeks. As each loud pop filled the air, my own throbbing hard on drove down between his clenched thighs. "Count'm slut, you're getting twenty."

I counted aloud but was so amped by the whole experience I didn't really feel any of them. At the end of 20, the heat was spreading through my ass and his rough callused hand began to caress each cheek. Moving my ass back and forth and grinding against his hand with my ass and against his crotch with mine, I soon felt a finger begin to explore my back door.

"You're a tight little bitch," he said and rammed one home dry. I groaned in pleasure as he began to dry fuck me with his finger. "We better get some lube though or I'll make a mess of you."

Standing quickly I tottered into the kitchen on my high heels and retrieved a small bottle of vegetable oil. Without saying a word, I poured a small amount in to my hand and began to massage it into his returning erection. 

Ron closed his eyes and sighed heavily. His dick was now fully erect again and his hips were grinding up to meet each stroke of my hand. "I think I'll fuck you right here on the floor, " he said. "Get on all fours cunt."

Kicking off my panties, I immediately got on all fours and arched my ass in the air as high as it would go. Lowering my head gave him even more access and the cool air of the room swirled around my red hot ass. 

Ron got behind me and put both hands on my hips. I curled both feet around his legs and pulled at him, beckoning him to take my sissy cherry. His oily hard dick found its target and he began pushing into me. I had used dildos many times before and knew the best thing to do was to relax and take it all in one shot. 

As Ron's dick lined up against my asshole, I took a deep breath, relaxed and shoved back. The whole length of it hit home and his balls slapped against mine. Ron let out a deep grunt and mumbled something about 'so much for taking it easy the first time' and then began to slowly ease back out of me. The pain was already subsiding and as he shoved forward again, the tip of his cock began its long massage of my prostate. 

His paced quickened and I could hear him breathing heavily. When I could, I would clinch my sissy ass lips down on his cock and give him an extra squeeze. Every time I did, it was spurring on a horse as his pace quickened and the thrusts became more violent. 

He lasted much longer this time but after a good hard fucking, he announced that he was going to cum and pulled out. I quickly spun around and began jacking his cock towards my open mouth. I was going to taste it this time. Rope after rope of jism exploded into my mouth and his hand held onto a clump of my sweaty hair. After the last dribble of cum fell, Ron collapsed into the chair behind him and I crawled forward with my open mouth leaking cum and drool. 

Grabbing his spent tool, I spit the cum back onto it and began licking it off, swirling it around in my mouth. Gathering it all up at the head, I swallowed it all and then deep throated him, tasting my own ass mixed with his cum. 

My ass was sore in all of the right ways and the taste in my mouth had my own cock leaking. "I don' think I can cum again right now," Ron said. "But I have an idea for you. Stand up and turn around."

"Yes sir," I replied and did as I was told.

Ron came up behind me and stuck two fingers in my oily ass. I jumped slightly but took them both all the way to the last knuckle. "Jerk off into my hand," he said holding his other hand in front of my own straining cock. "And then I'm going to make you eat that too."

I began jerking my own cock quickly and within seconds, I dumped the biggest load I had ever blown into his hand. "Now, lick it up," he said.

Having cum, the demons had subsided and I no longer felt quite as unhinged. I stared at the handful of cum and hesitated.

"Bend over," he said, and I bent over putting my face closer to the pile of jizz. 

"Lick."

I hesitated still.

I heard clothes rustling behind me and then heard a whooshing sound right before the belt made contact with my poor abused ass.

"I said lick it up you fucking cum slut," he said. The belt fell again and I yelped.

But still I didn't. 

The next blow landed harder and the next one harder than that. Finally, as the fire on my cheeks reached too high a temperature, I sobbed, "Yes, sir" and began eating my cum out of his hand. The whole time my tongue dug through the calluses in his hand, the belt continued to fly.

After I had swallowed the last of my own spunk, the hand was pulled away from my face, and I collapsed spent into the other chair.

I looked up at Ron who was again sitting with a broad grin across his face. 

"Remember," I said seriously now and with a hint of menace, "not one fucking word to anyone. Ever."

Ron nodded and continued smiling. "Yes sir," he said with a laugh, "yes sir.". 



Yes Sir



I sat on the cold wooden bench outside Mr. Anderson's office trying to control myself. I was shivering uncontrollably, not from the cold or because I was afraid of the punishment I was about to receive. I was shivering because I was so aroused at the thought of what I was about to do. 

I certainly fit the profile of a troubled teen but I wasn't one. I was the unwanted child of a teenage mother, who had worked as a nurse at the local orphanage, which I now referred to as the town's "lost and found". Only she knew who my father was. When news spread throughout the community of her unplanned pregnancy she made a public declaration that she would raise me take responsibility for her actions. As was expected, two days after my birth she left me in an office with a letter.

Granny, as she was affectionately known, was the senior doctor at the orphanage who adopted me as her own. Granny was the matriarch of our affluent farming community and now eighteen years later she was the director of the orphanage and worked as a secretary at St Augustine's College, the prestigious private boarding school that I had attended. An unknown benefactor paid my school and boarding fees as soon as I was old enough to enroll. Everyone assumed the mysterious benefactor must be my father. He called himself Montgomery Burns much to our excitement, until we realized there was no record of the name and were later informed that "Montgomery Burns" was in fact the full name of Mr Burns of the TV show "The Simpson's." 

I was startled when Granny stopped typing and spoke to me as if from within my own thoughts.

"You may go in now dear." She said without looking up, obviously not pleased that I had been sent to Mr. Anderson for the second time in 6 weeks.

My legs did not seem to want to move, as I stood walked down the corridor to the door with the gold plaque that read "Principal". I entered quietly. Mr. Anderson was sitting on the edge of his desk, his right leg crossed over the other, filing his thumbnail. It was not quite the whip-cracking, pistol-shooting, whore-fucking behavior the sheriff Anderson on my fantasies exhibited. 

I didn't know much about Mr. Anderson other than that he spoke with authority and commanded respect. I assumed he was in his mid thirties; he was too old to be my big brother and yet not quite old enough to be my father. He was a little taller than average with dark brown hair and the kind of muscles one earned only through an honest hard days work. He taught the boys carpentry and coached the school's first team rugby side, which were ranked 3rd in the country. I always woke up early and stayed late into the afternoons, to watch him run around in his shorts, his hot breath like steam in the cold morning air. He must think I have a crush on one of the boys, and so too did some of the boys think I was there to watch them. I straightened those boys out by explaining simply that just because a stallion is a magnificent animal does not mean I want to ride one. In truth it was not a young stallion that I was after, but the more elusive, unpredictable old bull.

"Please sit," Mr. Anderson commanded, glancing at me for the first time as he rounding his desk and sat down.

I did as I was told and sat on the edge of the bulbous brown leather couch. I pulled my pleated tweed skirt taught across the tops of my thighs and opened my legs just wide enough that if he cared to look he would see my cotton panties. I sat up straight and arched my back pressing my nipples against the flimsy white fabric of my school shirt. My shiny black hair was tied in a ponytail in accordance with the school's dress code. I wanted to yank it free and toss it around before letting it tumble down to my breasts, like they do in shampoo ads on TV. 

He started the speech that he had obviously prepared but I wasn't listening. I instead watched him and tried to figure out where he was looking. As he rambled on about attitudes and responsibilities I noticed he was slowly leaning back further and further, almost slouching, which was unusual for a man as disciplined as Mr. Anderson. I spread my legs a little wider and almost immediately he sat up and changed his tone.

"You know why you're here, and yet I don't. You're a beautiful, smart young lady..."

My heart skipped a beat and I felt the embarrassing heat rising in my cheeks as I blushed. I knew I was popular with the boys my age, that would do anything to squeeze a tit, but I'd never guessed that a man of Mr. Anderson's stature and experience would consider me beautiful. He also right about me being smart. I was first in every class I'd ever been in all whilst captaining the 1st Hockey team since grade 10. I also dabble in gymnastic but just for fun, and to watch the boys blatantly gawk at my supple body. I pawn the medals I win for cash.

Mr. Anderson had stopped talking. I looked up at him in time to see his eyes glimmer with intent.

"You know what to do," He said sternly.

"Yes sir" I replied almost too enthusiastically.

That was my cue. I was supposed to stand and place my hands flat on his desk where he would then slap my knuckles with his cane. 

That however is not what I did. I took my punishment like one of the boys, not as an act of rebellion but because it was what I wanted, what I craved. 

Since he hadn't stopped me last time, I stood and walked around to the back of the couch while he snapped open the ornate ivory case that he kept his cane in.

I stood with my hips against the back of the couch, only this time, I hooked my thumbs into the delicate ribbon and lace waistband of my sheer baby blue cotton panties and slid them halfway down my thighs. I then bent forwards, flipped my skirt up over my arched back and with my head resting on the seat of the couch presented my toned, supple eighteen-year-old bottom to the sky. Mr. Anderson stood watching, mindlessly stroking his cane. 

My mouth was open and my breathing was fast and heavy. My mind swirled with arousal and I imagined David Attenbourgh behind a pot plant in the corner of the room describing my behavior.

"This fertile young female is obviously in heat as she assumes a submissive posture and presents her genitalia in the hopes that the Alpha male will stuff her full of cock"

Maybe not that last part.

My whole body was trembling and I could feel the warmth in and around my pussy. I can only imagine the sight that greeted Mr. Anderson as he positioned himself to administer his first strike. I keep the soft back hairs of my bush neatly trimmed but had shaved my labia bald especially for the occasion.

Thwack! 

I felt the sting instantly and my eyes began to water. Mr. Anderson wasn't holding back

Thwack!

He timed his strokes with precision, so that just when the pain began to fade the next one hit.

Thwack!

I would have regretted my decision if the numb throbbing had not begun to kick in.

Thwack!

The pleasure was now starting to out weigh the pain as I felt the familiar aching build-up in my abdomen. All I needed was one more to send me over the edge.

Thwack!

It wasn't immediate but it was coming, I was Cumming. By now my pussy was pouting and my wet pink flesh dribbled pussy juice like a ripe fruit. I wished I could reach back and rub my clit. My pussy squelched as it throbbed, my orgasm radiating through me in hot waves of pleasure. If I hadn't been so aroused I might have been self-conscious about the milky secretions trickling out of my hole, running down my lips and dripping off my clit into my panties.

"Are you all right?" Mr. Anderson asked his voice softening.

A breathy "Yes" was all I could muster.

Mr. Anderson gently placed his hand on my still trembling ass cheek and stroked it, careful not to touch the still sensitive red welts that stripped my ass. The rough skin of his palm barely made contact with the soft smooth skin of my bottom. He paused for a moment and then pressed his hand firmly into my flesh, squeezing it as he spread my cheeks apart so that he could get a better look at my wet gaping entrance. I pressed my ass back into his hand, affirming his actions.

He released his grip and I feared that I might have acted too soon. I dreaded the thought of him telling me to tidy myself and leave.

I waited for a moment, and was rewarded with the slightest touch between my drenched hole and my anus, which twitched in response. It was a finger, as I hadn't heard a belt buckle or zip. He placed his left hand on the small of my back and slid it under my shirt and up my spine. When he reached the back of my neck he stopped and squeezed gently as if choking me from behind, before sliding his hand back the way it came.

Meanwhile his finger meandered along my slick sticky slit. I could guess now that it was his thumb, the one he'd been filing earlier. I wanted it in me, but he continued to tease me, sliding it up, down and around the length of my opening.

His left hand returned to stroke the hair away from my face.

"All you aright?" He repeated, now looking me in the eyes. 

"Yes Sir" I replied. My burning blue eyes begged him more than any words could.

He tucked the hair behind my ear and then grasped my ponytail and pulled firmly enough for me to understand. I lifted my upper body off the couch, and with my hands on the edge of the couch supported my self with my arms.

He adjusted his grip and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back. Then he slowly pressed his fat digit into my slippery folds. He pressed so slowly that his thumb felt as though it was the size of a coke bottle. As he pressed deeper and deeper my pussy clenched repeatedly squeezing his thumb tighter every time. When he could go no deeper he cupped the rest of my pussy with his hand and with his palm rubbed my exposed clit.

It wouldn't take long now, I pressed myself back onto him wanting him to fuck me with his thumb, but instead he just held it inside me. Then as slowly as he had begun he started to slip his thumb back out and without warning jammed it back in to the hilt. It sent shockwaves down my legs and up my spine. My head would have flopped forward if Mr. Anderson wasn't gripping my ponytail like a bitch in a bar fight. 

He pressed down hard on the spot Dr. Grafenberg had found and began manhandling my pussy. He rocked his thumb vigorously in and out of my eager hole, rubbing the pad of his thumb firmly against the spongy ridge inside my vagina, while his fingers slid back and forth over my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth to meet his hand. I could feel the wonderfully uncomfortable pressure aching in my abdomen again.

"I'm Cumming!" I gasped, not sure why I had said it or to whom. I held my breath, my back tensed and my face flushed pink as my body began to quiver. I thrust my pussy back and was almost standing up straight with my legs slightly bent trying to get as much of Mr. Anderson into me as possible. Not knowing what to do with my now free hands I grabbed frantically at my heaving breasts in search of a nipple to pinch. Mr. Anderson refused to release the fistful of my hair in his left hand. If my eyes hadn't been closed I would have been looking right at the antique ceiling fan. 

My pussy contracted violently on Mr. Andersons thick thumb as he continued to rub my flooding insides. I could hear my pussy spluttering as it squeezed his manly poker. And then I came all over his hand; pussy juice streamed out of my gaping pink hole and ran down my legs stopping only briefly at my panties before continuing to the wooden floor.

Mr. Anderson finally released his grip on my hair and removed his thumb from my twitching slit. My milky ejaculate dribbled down my legs following the same path my pussy juice had taken. He stood behind me now, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed himself close against me. I could feel the bulge in his pants just above my still exposed ass. I suddenly became aware of my hands; the left was still grasping Mr. Anderson's firm ass, the other had released and was still clasping my left breast, with a swollen red nipple between the index and middle fingers. As casually as possible I relocated my hands and wrapped them over Mr. Andersons. His thumb was still moist when I interlocked my fingers with his.

I rested my head back against his chest and looked out the window, it was starting to get dark. It felt like he held me like that for hours but it was probably just a minute or two. Mr. Anderson lifted his chin, which he had been resting on my head and I turned to face him. Again he gathered the hair away from my eyes, tucked it behind my ears and then held my face in his hands.

"Are you OK?" He asked, now smiling warmly.

"Yes Sir" I purred, now more comfortable with him than I'd ever been with anyone in my life. 

"You'd better head back to your dorm," He said before reaching down and sliding my damp panties back up to my hips. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and so he tugged it down and rearranged it while I adjusted my bra and did up the buttons that had some how come undone.

I tucked in my shirt and then let my hair down, and tossed it around trying to be as sexy as possible without being too obvious. I then gathered it into a neater ponytail than the one it was in when I arrived.

Mr. Anderson stood staring at me, and then as if waking himself from a daydream said, "I think it would be best, if you were to visit me on a regular basis from now on. Perhaps once a month, just to make sure that you don't slip back into trouble again!"

I nodded.

"And call me...Mr. Anderson," he added.

He took a step back and with a swing of his arm, motioned towards the door.

I adjusted my skirt once more, smiled at Mr. Anderson and opened the door, relieved that I wouldn't have to think up another scheme to get myself sent here again.



Yes, Sir



What fun was in store! I had been waiting for you to make time for me for a couple weeks. Every night, I rushed home to sit by the phone, wondering if and when you would next call. It had been so long since our last date, I was starting to wonder if you had dropped me. Eventually though, you gave me a call, and asked me if I'd like to meet with you again for a fun-filled evening. Would I? I'd have to be insane not to. Somehow, no other man would satisfy.

We set the date, and I looked forward all week to our evening together. Finally, the day came. After my workday was through, I headed home to prepare. I had laid out some clothes – nothing too difficult for you to remove. I picked out my favorite bra, the one with the black transparent fabric. The panties matched. Your usual request, garter belt and stockings with a black seam up the back, were a must. A miniskirt, and a scoop necked top that dived low (and didn't quite cover my bra) were next. I knew it was probably not the most original outfit, but I was hoping it would be a hit with you.

Stepping into the shower, I began washing my hair. The warm water was soothing to me, and I was tempted to release some of the pent-up desire that had been building in me all week. I'd managed to hold myself back for the last few days, wanting to build anticipation for our evening together. I resisted the temptation in the shower though, and began to wash my body with the luxurious soap you'd bought me a few weeks ago. I always loved it when you spoiled me. Reaching for my razor, I made sure my legs were silky smooth, and worked a bit on my pubic area. You liked to shave me yourself, making sure to leave a small patch of hair in the shape of your first initial. We hadn't had time lately though, so I touched things up a bit, leaving myself smooth, just the way you liked me.

Stepping out of the shower, I towel dried my hair and body. Moving to the bed with a bottle of my favorite creamy body lotion, I sat naked and started to smooth it over my skin. I smiled to myself, imagining it was your hands rubbing the lotion into me.

Walking back to the bathroom, I began working on my hair and makeup. I usually let my hair go natural for you – it was black, thick and curly. I had teased you in the past about dyeing it blonde, but you seemed to like my dark coloring. I decided to let the curls dry naturally, with just a spritz of gel to calm them. Pulling out my makeup, I decided on the wine colored lipstick and dark eyeshadow. The colors would complement my eyes in addition to the thick mascara on my long lashes. Finally, I had made myself look acceptable – sexy with just a hint of the slutty look. Only you knew that side of me, anyway. The way I would often beg you for more.

Walking back to the clothes I'd laid out, I stepped into the panties, and slid them over my thighs. They were thin and transparent like the bra – I would need to be careful in public, and not bend over. The bra fit my breasts snugly, shaping them into perfect little round tits, and not restricting my firm nipples much. The silky garter belt made me feel so sexy, and I thought of you as I slid the stockings up my legs and snapped them into place. The tight little miniskirt fit my hips perfectly. The thinnest of silk blouses topped the outfit off. Even though my bra peeked from the neck, I unbuttoned the top button to reveal more of my cleavage. You'd always brought out the shameless hussy in me.

Stepping into my heels, I grabbed my keys and purse, and decided to wait for you on the sidewalk. Standing outside my building, I got a few catcalls, and kept having to pull my skirt down to make sure it covered the stockings. I didn't have to wait long for you.

As I saw your little red sportscar pull up to the curb, I felt the familiar rush of excitement I always got when I knew you were near. I always thought it must have been the animal sex drive you brought out in me. You stopped the car, and I bent down to open the door, making sure you got a good view of my tits. Man, I'd never acted so sluttish with anyone before. What was it about you that made me so shameless? You told me to wait, and got out of the car. Walking around to my side, you opened the door for me. I think it was little things like this that drove me wild about you. No matter how you treated me in the bedroom, in public you were the perfect gentleman.

I moved to the car, and felt your hand on the small of my back. My eyes were downcast as I lowered into the seat, and you made sure I was safely inside before closing the door firmly. You jogged back around to your side, and got into the driver's seat.

Putting the car in drive, you merged smoothly back into traffic. I remained silent, eyes downcast. I could feel your power over me already. Your left hand guided the steering wheel while your right hand landed on my thigh, and your fingers brushed against my stocking. I watched your powerful fingers massage my thigh, your pinkie slipping under the edge of my miniskirt. The hair on your knuckles aroused me, that's how sexually attracted I was to you. I wanted nothing more than to please you, so I wiggled my hips a bit, making the miniskirt slide up to show more thigh. Your hand continued to massage my leg, sliding down to my kneecap. You then began gently caressing the back of my knee. This continued for the rest of the drive, your fingers drawing designs on the sensitive skin there.

Finally, we reached your building, you guided the car to your parking spot, and turned off the ignition. Once again, you told me to wait, as you moved to open my door for me. As I exited your car I made use of the opportunity to show off a generous portion of leg. Closing the door behind me, you again placed your hand on the small of my back and guided me to the front door of your building. Your fingers were drawing designs there, as you had done to the back of my knee. The doorman greeted us with a smile, and we headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your room was uneventful. Somewhat disappointing for me, as you usually used the opportunity to grab a handful of ass, or tit, before we reached your apartment. This time however, your hand remained on my back and your fingers continued making those maddening designs.

As the elevator stopped, your hand guided me gently through the open doors and down the hall to your apartment. You unlocked the door, and opened it to allow me to enter first. I did, walking into the familiar setting which reminded me of the fun times we'd had in the past. I grew warm just remembering. Closing the door behind me, you locked the deadbolt, and asked me if I'd like something to drink. I said I'd be happy for you to choose a drink for me, and you asked me to make myself comfortable as you moved to the kitchen.

I settled myself on an ottoman, crossing my legs seductively. I leaned forward a bit, hoping you'd catch the show I was trying to give you as you made your way back into the room. Instead of your usual smile, your mouth turned down a bit at the corners as you handed me a glass of white wine. I started to feel nervous, wondering if you had brought me here to end our sexual relationship. I leaned back, pulling the neck of my blouse up slightly, starting to feel foolish.

You moved easily to a chair across from me, and relaxed into it. As you sipped your wine slowly, I saw your eyes taking me in. My mind was whirling, trying to figure out what you were thinking. You looked completely at ease, and I was sitting on the edge of the ottoman, becoming more tense by the minute. How I would cope without your sexual attentions was not something I wanted to contemplate.

Finally, you stood, and set your glass on an end table. Moving to where I sat, trembling now, you removed the glass from my hand and set it down as well. Grasping my hands, you pulled me up to stand in front of you. I could not determine the look in your eyes, and I watched your lips as you formed your next words.

"You certainly look the part of the slut tonight." I heard you say, with a hint of disapproval. I felt nervous, wondering if I had gone too far with the outfit. I unconsciously moved to tug the hem of my miniskirt down, feeling more foolish by the second. "I was just trying to please you . . ." The words died in my throat as I realized I'd made a mistake. You must not have wanted me to look so trashy. "I won't dress this way again, if you don't like it. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do whatever it is." My voice was taking on a pleading tone, and I saw the corners of your mouth turning down further. My lower lip trembled, and I grew nervous, waiting for you to tell me to leave, that you never wanted to see me again.

Grasping me by the upper arms, you pulled me close to your chest. Your grip on my arms was tight, and your face was close to mine. "I think the teasing little slut routine has gone far enough," you growled. "I've had it with your little game. Now tell me, do you want to be my slut or don't you? You'd better be prepared to do a whole lot more than you've been doing if you want to be a true slut for me."

My mind was racing, and I was really shaking now. "What more do I have to do? You know how much I want you, I'd do anything to make you happy." Your hands still squeezed my arms, and I knew there'd be light marks on my skin when you let go. "Anything?" You growled again in my ear. "Are you willing to be completely, totally my slut? My own personal sex whore?"

I could not imagine what you could want from me that I hadn't already given you. I contemplated what you might mean, and could not come up with an idea. "What would I have to do if I was your slut?" I asked, looking up apprehensively into your eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough. First, though, you have to make the choice. I have had it with your teasing. Either be my slut, completely, or I will take you home and you'll never hear from or see me again. Make your decision. Now."

My head reeled. What in the world could you mean? I imagined what you might do to me, and I imagined never doing anything with you again. I knew, no matter what being 'your slut' might entail, there was no way I'd make a conscious decision to never see you again. As my thoughts spun, your hands on my arms were still squeezing, your breath hard on my ear. I could feel a hardness in your pants, and I knew I had affected you. I thought of what you would do to me with that hardness, and my decision was made.

"Well?" You said, impatience rising in your voice. "What's your answer?"

I looked up, and nodded my head. "Yes," I whispered, "I will be your slut."

A grin spread across your face, an almost evil grin. "Good. Very, very good. I thought you might say that. I have to tell you, I am pleased at your decision. I am sure, with some proper training, you will make me a very pleasing slut."

With that statement, you dragged me through the hall to your bedroom, not seeming to care if I tripped on the way. I stumbled along after you in my precarious heels, as your powerful arm pulled on my wrist. Inside your room, you pushed me to the wall face first. I turned my head as you pressed me hard against the wall. You leaned into me, pressing my breasts against the smooth surface.

"Now, a true slut of mine would never dress this modestly." I wondered what you meant. "No indeed, since you have agreed to be my true slut, from now on you will wear only what I wish you to wear." Your hand reached underneath my short skirt and grabbed a handful of my panties. In one swift motion, you ripped the fabric and tore them from me. "My slut never wears panties, unless I tell her to. Same goes with a bra. She always wears a short skirt, unless I tell her not to. She always wears my favorite stockings and garter belt, unless I say otherwise. You choose to defy me on this, and your position as my slut will be at an end. Understand?"

I nodded my head, as best I could with it pressed against the wall. "Say 'Yes sir' when talking to me, slut." Your command was rough, in my ear. I closed my eyes, and whispered "Yes, sir." As I started to recover from the shock of this turn of events, I started to realize what your forcefulness was doing to me. I never would've imagined that you being rough like this would turn me on, but that was exactly what was happening. The feeling of your hot breath on my ear, your body pressing mine hard, my breasts squeezed against the wall – all were sending a tingling feeling to my pussy. Somewhat ashamed of myself, I wondered if you would notice my arousal.

Your hands became possessive, roaming over my ass cheeks. "Now, my little slut, when we are out together, you will never deny me the pleasure of touching any part of your body I want. If I tell you to stand still while I finger your pussy, you will. If I tell you to bend over so I can pinch your ass, you will. An obedient slut dresses so that her man can always have easy access to any part of her he wants. That includes your tits, ass, cunt, and clit in addition to any other body part."

I felt my pussy – now a cunt that you had control of – becoming wet. I never imagined you could be like this. The thought of you in complete control of me made me very hot. I was perfectly cut out to be your slut, so far. I had no problem letting you have access to every bit of me. The thought of being such a slut in public was a bit intimidating, but worth it to me for the opportunity to be YOUR slut.

Your hands lifted my shirt in back, and unhooked my bra. Turning me around, you commanded - "Take it off." You said it with complete finality in your voice. I had to unbutton my blouse and take it off to remove the bra. "Give the bra to me, and put your blouse back on." I handed you the bra, and rebuttoned my shirt, all the way up.

"What, now you're going to be modest?" You sneered, and snagged your finger down the front of the blouse, ripping open the top two buttons. My breasts hung a bit lower without the bra, and my nipples became hard as they slid across the silk fabric. You bent to pick up my torn panties, and threw the them in the trash can, followed by the bra. My eyes grew wide, as you said "You won't be needing these anymore." My cunt was starting to feel like it was on fire.

Turning me around, you pressed my back up against the wall, hard. Your face was inches from mine, your eyes were so dark. Placing your hands roughly on my hips, you lowered your lips to mine and kissed me fiercely. I felt your tongue wanting to slide into my mouth. Still reeling, I didn't part my lips immediately. I felt your hand at my jaw – and you broke off the kiss. "Never, slut, NEVER deny me access to any part of you. If you cannot abide by this rule, our relationship is over. If you can, then be assured you will be rewarded profoundly." Your statement left me weak in the knees, and I felt a rush of juice between my legs. As I opened my mouth, your lips smashed against mine and your tongue started exploring.

As soon as that kiss ended, another began, your tongue ravaging my mouth. Your teeth biting my lips – not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to make me aware of your position in this new relationship. And the fire in my cunt grew hotter. Minute after exquisite minute, your lips played havoc with mine, until I felt them becoming sore and swollen. Still, I opened my mouth wide to let you in. Slowly, my body began to surrender completely to yours. My muscles began to relax, and my knees started to waver. You must have felt that I was losing control, for you wrapped an arm around my waist, another under my knees, and carried me to the bed.

I moaned – wondering when you were going to start roaming my body with your hands. You didn't - in fact, you ended the kiss, and left me lying near the edge of the bed, panting with desire. I looked up at you questioningly, and your chest was heaving. My gaze traveled to your pelvis, and I smiled at the huge bulge I saw there. This seemed to anger you, for you jerked me off the bed, and dragged me out of the room.

"Where are we going?" I asked, in between my gasps for breath. "Where are we going, sir? I thought-"

"You're going to get a little trial by fire tonight, my dear slut. Just trust me, and you'll be fine. Act your part well, and you'll be rewarded, just as I promised." The fire in my cunt needed to be sated, so I agreed readily to your command. "Stand here." You pointed to the floor outside your bathroom. I watched you go in, get a washcloth and wet it slightly. Running it over your lips, you removed any traces of lipstick that I'd left on your face. You looked at me, and told me that my lipstick was smeared a bit. "That's alright though," you said, "Makes you look your part."

You walked back out of the bathroom, and grabbed your car keys. Placing your hand on my ass, you pushed me to the front door. "Wait for me in the hall." I did so, my mind feverish. Where were we going, and what were you going to make me do when we got there? You stepped into the hallway, closing and locking the door behind you. Again, your hand on my ass pushed me to the elevator. Gone was the consummate gentleman you had been. Now you were firm, impatient, demanding. I felt juice gathering so quickly in my cunt, I was afraid it was going to start dripping down my legs.

In the elevator, you punched the button for the first floor. I stood at the back, and you stood beside me, immediately lifting my skirt in the front. I gasped, sure that the elevator would stop, and someone would see you baring my pussy. "What's the matter, my dear?" You asked in a mocking tone. "Worried someone might know what you really are?" Your fingers moved to my slit, and buried themselves in the juice there. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like you've gotten a bit excited. Wouldn't you like me to do this?" As you talked, you slid two fingers up in my cunt, sliding them deeper as I watched the lights in the elevator change. My legs began shaking, as your thumb started flicking my clit, and your fingers roamed inside of me. Your other hand was reaching to lift my blouse and bare a tit. You squeezed it, and I couldn't help myself. I closed my eyes and started to moan, twitching my hips.

"You want someone to see me using you, don't you." You whispered fiercely in my ear. "You're just dying to let someone see your hot little body, maybe even thinking about teasing another man, aren't you?" Your fingers were still plunging into me, and my clit was at this point so large and meaty that you began tugging it with your other hand, letting my blouse fall back into place. My hips began to buck, as I was unable to contain my pleasure. "No, no other man. . ." I breathed. "What?" You said loudly. "What's this about another man?" You squeezed my clit hard, and shoved your fingers as deep as you could, and held them there.

"There is no other man!" I finally choked out, as the elevator doors began to open. You removed your hands from my cunt, smearing the juices on my thigh as you half-dragged me toward the front door.

You were the picture of normalcy as you nodded to the doorman. I didn't dare look to see if he'd noticed my braless state. As we reached the car, my breathing was starting to become more even. Settling me into the passenger seat, you made sure my skirt was lifted up around my waist. "Can't have you hiding anything from me," you said. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, wondering how in the world you had rendered me so weak and helpless.

As you started driving, your hand again strayed to my thigh . . . but this time moved up to my cunt instead of down to my knee. I spread my legs obligingly, and you smiled at me. "Very good," you said. "You are learning quickly." The entire drive was spent with your fingers tracing lines up and down my soaking cunt, flicking and squeezing my clit, and pinching my nipples. I kept noticing how big a hard on you had, and wondered why you hadn't asked me to give you some relief. I didn't dare do it without your permission though. The thought of your cock left my mouth dry, and my hips began to twitch again. You noticed, and saw what I was longing for. "I see you're being a true slut now. Don't worry, you'll get your fill of what you want tonight. I don't think you'll be disappointed." 




Yes, Sir



We drove up to a small bar you liked to frequent with your friends. We parked, and you gave my nipple one last squeeze before we got out of the car. The wind was picking up, and my blouse almost blew up. I moved to smooth it down quickly, and all you did was push me firmly toward the entrance. Stepping inside, I noticed a small group of people at the bar, and a few guys playing pool in the corner. They knew you, and called out greetings. I kept my eyes down, figuring you wouldn't want me 'checking any of them out.' The bartender gave you a warm hello as you guided me toward the pool table, your hand still firmly cupped around my ass.

"Hey fellas," you said easily, and the four guys greeted you back. I waited for you to introduce me, but all you did was pull up a barstool for yourself next to the wall. "Stand here," you said to me, pointing to the floor next to the bar stool. I stood close to the wall, and as I felt your hand trailing a line on the back of my thigh, I remembered to spread my legs a bit wider.

"Who's your friend, buddy?" I heard one of the guys ask. "Introduce us," another one chimed in. I was peeking at them from under my lowered eyelids, trying to see what their reaction to me was.

"This is my girl," you answered them, and the possessive tone of your voice sent a shiver through me. "She's all mine, so don't any of you get any ideas." They all murmured denials, though I wondered how sincerely they meant them. "Next round is ours, if you guys don't mind."

I couldn't believe my ears. You wanted me to play pool in this outfit with no underwear on? In front of your friends? Amazed, I lifted my head to look at you, wondering if you really meant it. Your fingers were becomingly amazingly bold, and I felt the cool air of the bar swirling between my legs, cooling the cunt you'd made so hot and moist. I didn't want to show my tits and cunt off to your friends, and I would have to if you made me go through with this. I had some self-respect, didn't I? I was about to tell you I'd had enough of this game, when your fingers once again started probing my juicy cunt. Sliding in and out, so slowly, so deeply. Using two fingers, you took at least one full minute to slide as deep inside me as you could, and another minute to slide back out. When your fingers escaped my tightening hole, you scraped your fingernail back and forth across my clit a few times, gave it a squeeze, then resumed your slow finger fucking.

I could tell by your friends' awkward silence that they noticed your handling of me. They continued playing however, and I continued getting hotter. I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. I tried as unobtrusively as I could to slide my heeled feet further apart. In, and out, slow and sure, your fingers fucked me. By the time your friends had finished their game, I knew your hand must have been covered in juice. You again wiped it on the inside of my thigh, and moved to stand.

Grabbing two cues, you spoke to me. "Let's show them how it's done, honey." A wicked smile played across your face. "Why don't you rack 'em?" I looked at you, for a second pondering whether or not I should comply. Once again, though, the monstrous bulge in your pants convinced me. Obediently, I moved to retrieve all the balls, and set them in place. Your friends took seats at each side of the table – all would have good views I was sure. Moving to break, I lowered myself, feeling the cool air hit my cunt. I cringed, knowing it was in full view of two of the guys sitting behind me. As I struck the ball with the cue, I cringed again – my breasts jiggled with the impact. My blouse didn't cover a thing when I bent over, and I knew they could see my tits hanging down – and the nipples you'd made rock hard in the car.

Straightening up, I glanced at the guys. I felt a small rush of pride, noticing their mouths opened slightly, and even saw one of them had a hard on showing through his jeans. I glanced again to you, and you had a slight frown. Quickly my eyes moved back to the table. As we played, I knew my pussy was getting tighter and wetter as I showed it off. Every time I smacked a ball with the cue, my tits jiggled. I began to wonder if you weren't purposely playing badly, just so I would have to shoot more often. I was not a good pool player, so the game went on for a while. It took me a few tries to make a decent shot, and all of yours were going bad. After twenty minutes, though, few of the balls were left on the table.

The last few shots were difficult – I had to bend deeply to reach them. During my final shot, I felt you standing behind me. As I made the mark, your finger slid into me as deep as you could get it. I stayed bent over, and I noticed one of your friends rubbing himself out of the corner of my eye. Your finger finally left me, and I moved to stand.

"She needs practice, don't you guys think?" You directed the statement at your friends, but I knew you were sending me a message. I figured there would be more pool games in my future as your slut.

"Ok, I think you guys have seen enough for tonight. I'm gonna close up the place." Your friends all started trying to dissuade you, begging for another game. "Nope, me and my girl have plans," you said, your hand again on my ass. "Charlie," you called to the bartender, "Close up shop."

"You got it, boss." I had had no idea you owned this bar. I stood at the edge of the pool table, as your friends and the few other customers in the place started for the door. I could tell they kept throwing glances back in our direction, and wanted to stay. Finally, though, they were all gone except for Charlie.

"Give me fifteen minutes, boss, and I'll be out of your way." Charlie started wiping down tables. "Take your time, Charlie," you reassured him. "We'll be back in the corner booth over here, out of your way."

Pushing me towards the corner, I noticed a hidden booth I hadn't seen. It was padded with red velvet, and there was actually no table, just a wide seat with backrests that tilted back at an angle. You moved to sit down, and patted your lap. "Sit down baby, that's a good girl." I moved to settle myself on your knee, my cunt resting on your thigh. "Good job for a beginning slut. I think you'll do me a fine job. You certainly blew my friends' socks off, and I was impressed too." I knew you were telling the truth, as I could feel your cock pressing against my ass. I slid further back on your lap, trying to feel more of you.

I heard you unzip your pants, and I felt a wave of anticipation roll through me. Lifting my hips up, you slid to the edge of the seat, and pushed your other leg in between my thighs. I felt the tip of your cock hit my ass, and my juices poured. Guiding my hips, you positioned my cunt at the tip of your cock, and started lowering me onto you. I groaned, loud, then louder, as I felt the delicious sensation of you filling me up. The lower I moved, the louder I was. "That's right, my little slut lets me know she likes it." You grunted the statement in my ear. Finally, the whole length of you was in me, and my hips rocked involuntarily. You leaned back in the seat, and I leaned forward, resting my hands on your knees. I was in heaven.

I felt the ridge at the tip of your cock as you fucked me. It hit my g-spot in a rhythm that drove my insane. I felt that familiar hardness in your cock, the kind that let me know there was no turning back, and I let out a loud cry. "Fuck me!" I shouted, forgetting all about Charlie. "Tell me slut," you answered, "tell me what you want."

"I want you to FUCK ME." This I yelled louder, and you obligingly started pounding me with that cock as I slammed my hips down on you. A few more times your tip stimulated my g-spot, and I knew I was coming. "Make your slut come!" This I said as my cunt started squeezing, tight, tighter, and finally I felt the walls pounding together as I screamed in ecstasy. Fast and quick the walls of my cunt pounded, intense, milking the cum right out of you as I heard you scream in a climax. My cunt was milking you, and I felt your load filling me, and I couldn't believe myself saying, "That's right, fill it up! Your slut needs you to fill her up with that good stuff. Your slut needs a good fucking!"

It went on for minutes. Your cock spasming inside my pulsing cunt. Your hands on my hips, which were still rocking. My cunt continued to pound in an agonizing sweetness. Finally, we were able to calm sufficiently to just rock gently back and forth, my cunt still wanting to milk your cock.

"Good little slut. Very, very good." I noticed that Charlie had left, and had locked the door behind him. "I think you have performed excellently tonight." You sat up, cock still in me. Leaning around to finger my nipples, your next words made me shiver.

"Want more? You'll have to beg." Oh god yes, I wanted more. I wanted to stay in that bar forever. I began to ask, plead, whine. "Get down on your knees." I rose from you, feeling empty without you inside me. Turning around, I kneeled down. "Please, please fuck your slut more. Make me your whore, fuck me again. Please."

Finally, after I had begged and pleaded, you let me suck your cock a bit. I cleaned you up so well, and left you once again stiff. "Please, tell me what to do. Anything. Just more fucking. Please."

"Fine," you said. "I think you've convinced me you want more. Get on the pool table. Climb up there, and wait for me on your hands and knees."

Oh, how those words thrilled me. You had promised me satisfaction if I became your slut, and indeed, the rest of the evening provided it. You fucked me doggy style on the pool table, laid me on the bar and fucked me, even sat me on a bar stool and licked my cunt to orgasm with your tongue. Each time I came, I heard you calling me your little slut, your little whore. Each time I loved it.

Finally, we spent ourselves to exhaustion. I could barely move, I had come so many times. You picked me up, carrying me tenderly to the car. As you settled me in, you whispered in my ear.

"One more rule about my slut – she gets taken care of by me, and me alone. She doesn't need to worry about anything but being mine." I smiled at you, and you drove me back to your apartment. And I've been living there ever since.



Yes Sir Ch. 01



The phone rang. She leapt to answer it.

It was him. She quickly turned her back on her colleagues and answered on a quiet husky voice "Yes Master"

He gave her half an hour to get to the usual meeting place. A shiver ran down her spine in anticipation. She turned back to her colleagues. A look of despair crossed her face. She had become a master of lies and manipulation in the last three weeks. 

"Terrible news. It's my best friend. A car accident. I need to get to the hospital. I will work the time in." It tumbled from her mouth quickly and urgently. Her boss looked at her and with great compassion said she could go. She offered to drive her to the hospital. With great control and a tone of gratefulness she said no thank you and that it was enough to remove one person from the store but two was too much. The hospital was close enough. She'd be fine.

In a rush she collected her stuff and all but ran from the store. Desperately checking her watch she found 10 minutes to have passed. 20 remaining. She would have to run. As she arrived at her car she pulled down her panties from under her pencil skirt, the one leg catching on her heel and causing her to land heavily on the driver's seat. She found her wipes in the cubbyhole and urgently wiped her cunt clean. Her master liked it like that and it was a standing instruction. She started the car and directed the air conditioner between her legs. She needed get herself as quickly as possible. The cold air was titillating on her cunt walls and reminded her of the experience awaiting her.

15 minutes remaining. She left the parking lot driving like the hellcat she was.

All the robots were green. This took at least 5 minutes off her time. She skimmed through the stop streets and screamed around the corners.

As she pulled into his drive way she found she had 8 minutes to spare. Relieved she checked her hair, her make up, her suspenders and her cunt. All clean straight and surprisingly prepared. She took a deep breath; she jumped from the car, slammed the car door and ran up behind the house and down the basement steps. 

She stepped into the semi darkness of the basement. Her eyes took a moment to adjust. The lights were off, the blinds down, the candles lit. There was nothing in the room except a chair. She stepped deeper into the room and peered around to seem what she could in the dimness. There was no sound, the room being sound proof. She stood uncertainly in the middle of the room next to the chair unsure of what to do. Knowing her master as she did this event could go any way he desired. 

Suddenly from the corner a deep husky voice boomed out through the room making her jump.

"The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in you, you cannot resist it. You will work, you will love your partner, but you will fulfill yourself."

The quote from Anais Nin caused a feeling of delicious foreboding, fear and anticipation to run through her and left her breathless.

"You are early. 3 minutes early. I told you half an hour. Not 27 minutes. This is not to my specification."

She turned to see him. A feeling of contriteness motivating her. "I am sorry master. I will not do it again."

"Who told you to turn or speak? Who gave you permission?"

There was no anger in the voice. It was low, husky and rough in the silence of the room.

She dropped her head her hair tumbling over her eyes. She knew this moved him deeply and incited great desire. She heard him shift in his seat and knew that his erection had started. This gave her supreme pleasure. 

The basis of control in their relation was a shifting one. She could contain his power by subtly matching and exceeding it with a few simple moves and attitudes. She could limit or inflame his passion in ways he could not control. The power was an aphrodisiac to both of them.

He left her standing in the middle of the room and quietly assessed her as he often did. Young, supple and vulnerable. Just the way he liked them. His slaves were never over the age of 23 or under the age of 19. He found these to be the most satisfying years. For him and them both.

The silence was deafening. She could hear nothing but her ragged breathing and his quiet breath. 

The anticipation was the greatest and better part of her desire.

He quietly stood and padded across the deep crimson carpet. She did not hear him and was startled when she felt him circling her. He was close but not close enough. 

She yearned to touch him but knew that the discipline on this urge would be almost unbearable. He was the master, she the slave. She would submit to him in all aspects and would enjoy the experience all the more for it.

"Remove your shoes. Sit on the floor. Cross your legs and remove them"

She complied immediately and removed her heels.

"Stand, lift your skirt to just above your hips and bend at the waist." As she bent over he placed a solitary finger inside her and rolled it against the walls of her cunt. He heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her tighten around him. Carefully he removed his finger and left her throbbing.

"Stand up, drop your skirt and place your hands on your head." 

He came up close behind her. His arms reached around her. His hands stroked her breasts under her silk blouse. She was wearing the bra he had given her. Silk and sheer. Her nipples hardened and her breathing got heavier. 

Almost as quickly as he had begun, he stopped, stepping back and leaving her rippling with unreleased desire.

Silence descended on the room again.



Yes Sir Ch. 02



She wondered what would come next. She was still fully clothed barring her shoes. How would he continue the experience? The silence continued. She could hear nothing but her breathing.

Suddenly his voice was in front of her. “Your elbows are too close. Open them wider. Stick your chest out so that your tits are higher up. Keep your head up and spread your legs. Close your eyes.”

She complied feeling exposed and vulnerable. The feeling caused her to become wetter. She felt herself running down her thighs. Her suspenders were caressing the outside of her thighs as she moved. The breath of fresh air up her legs reminded her of the longing her cunt was going through. She knew that if she came without his permission she would be wholly punished and the quiet sense of foreboding stopped her in her tracks. 

Her breathing was heavier and he knew that she was being submissive in the extreme.

He placed the light beneath her focussed upward to catch her cunt and turned it on. She had never experienced this and wondered what he was doing. She felt his hands on her blouse buttons and took a sharp intake of breath. The caresses ran through her like electricity. Her blouse opened to the top he slipped his hands around her and undid the bra. As it slipped over her tits in front he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. She responded with hunger.

“Who gave you permission to respond to my kiss?” resounded the voice. She was silent in reply. 

“I will have to punish you for your presumption”. She felt his fingers tighten around her nipples and twist them until they hurt. She winced but said nothing. The shot of pain was delightful.

“Move behind the chair, lift your skirt, spread your legs and lean forward over the back of the chair with your waist over the support of the back. Put your head down as low as it will go. You will be punished now. No unauthorised sound is to escape your lips or I will increase the punishment. Do not move your hips. Do not try to avoid the punishment in any way.”

She felt the sting of the tears in her eyes. They were tears of fear and longing. She felt naughty and that she deserved whatever was to come.

As she put herself into position the light went out and was moved below her from behind. She knew it would highlight her exposed arse and cunt. She was on display.

He moved slowly knowing that the anticipation and trepidation would make the punishment more effective.

He opened the door of the cupboard and surveyed the various tools he had within. He lovingly ran his hands across the canes and whips trying to decide on the one he would use. Only one today. Only 9 strokes. He would divide them into three’s. He would use his slipper to warm her up. 9 warm up strokes. Also divided into threes.

He turned and watched her bent over the chair. Expectant, fearful and anticipatory.

He knew the small breaks in silence were fuelling her imagination and her desire. Not knowing what would come next was fuelling her trepidation.

He moved stealthily back toward her. Her hair and the dimness would obscure her vision although she would be staring hard to see what she could to her sides.

He placed the cane next to the chair where she would just be able to see it. He heard her whimper in fear at the sight.

She wondered how many she would receive and how they would be administered. His punishments in the past had been severe but delightful.

She felt his hands moving her skirt higher to ensure maximum exposure. She felt him pin the material back so that it would not descend at any time thereby giving relief and protection. It took all her willpower not to roll her hips or moan. She bit her lip and felt her tears dry on her cheeks.

His own desire was reaching breaking point. His erection strained against the material of his pants. Seeing her exposed cunt and arse left him with the extreme desire to slip it out and into her. He resisted. It would be all the better for waiting.

He saw her wetness in the light. She loved this as much as he did.

He stood silently waiting to gain control of his own feelings. Knowing that the silence and expectation was driving her wild.

“You will receive a fair punishment for your behaviour. You will receive warm up strokes as well as full punishment strokes. You will count them down in a clear steady voice. This is the only sound I will hear. I will double the punishment if I hear any other sound.”

She knew this would be the hardest punishment yet. He usually allowed her to moan through the pain, sometimes even shout. He counted down.

He stepped to her side and she saw his feet. Slightly apart and knew his arm was across his chest giving him maximum power. He would bring his arm down. She anticipated the pain. The first stroke was the easiest as she knew how it would feel. The others would be harder.

Suddenly she heard the swish and felt the pain on her one arse cheek. Full in the middle. She clenched hard as the pain shot through her. “One”

He saw the skin move out and return red and warm.

He moved to the other side. Pulled his arm back and counted to 5 before bringing the slipper down on the other cheek in the middle.

“Two”.

He remained on this side and silently counted to 12. The uneven counts would add to the effect. He watched her arse clench and unclench in anticipation.

“Three” came the voice with a little more fear and pain.

“ Four; Five; Six” followed in rapid succession each stroke moving from the top of her thighs higher until they reached the top of her arse cheek. They left a trail of warm rosy redness.

He moved to her other side. Three stokes remained.

He counted to 15 and brought the slipper down below her arse in the tender fold. The slipper bent inwards to catch her inner thigh.

“Seven” came the loud whimper.

“Eight” followed 7 counts later in the middle of her arse cheek. The sting almost brought a cry to her lips.

He stood back seeing the glow. He would make the last stroke count. She heard him moving from side to side behind her. 

The expectation was almost too much to bear. 

She burnt inside to turn around lie down on the floor, spread her legs and beg him to fuck her hard. She bit her lip in an attempt to control herself. The pain of drawing blood only succeeded in adding to her dilemma. She was breathing heavily and he knew that she was close to breaking point. This brought him close to the point of no return. 

He turned his back on her and walked around to the front of her. He sat down in his armchair and watched her waiting for him.



Yes, Sir Ch. 02



Continuing Yes, Sir...thanks for the plot line, babe.

*

He woke up before her. His arm was draped over her, holding her close, their naked bodies warm together even with the cool night breeze coming in through the window. He pressed his lips to her shoulder before kissing her neck. She stirred a little, but didn't wake.

"Time to go again, bitch," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.

He began to kiss his way down her back, his hand squeezing her ass, then exploring down her thigh. Her body began to tingle and she moaned softly, but still thought she was dreaming. Pulling her shoulder toward himself, he cupped her right breast for a moment, nibbling on her shoulder, then let his hand run down her arm to her hip.

When his fingers found her warmth, she stirred again and rolled onto her back, opening her legs for him. He marveled that she knew she wanted him to touch her even though she was half asleep. Now both of her breasts were free, and he couldn't resist them. His cock began to grow against her leg as his mouth found her nipple and his fingers teased her moistening slit.

She started to wake as a hot flush spread across her skin, but she didn't want the delicious dream to end. Her legs spread wider as he rose on his hands and knees over her naked form, kissing his way from her breasts to her now dripping pussy. 

His tongue spread her lips, his teeth nibbling. When he reached her clit she woke up fully, moaning his name. Her hands reached for the back of his head, pulling his face into her.

"You taste so good," he whispered, his breath hot on her thigh.

"Mmmm...Thank you, Sir." She began to grind her hips while his tongue danced on her pussy, flames licking at her belly.

He took one of her hands off his head and laid it on her breast, wanting to watch her play with her nipples as he licked her. He was not disappointed; her legs involuntarily tightened around his head as she pinched her own nipple, and she moaned his name. His tongue was inside her, licking her, drinking her, fucking her, making her squirm.

When she tried to pull him up next to her, he swatted her hand away. "I have no intention of stopping until you come on my face. You don't get my cock again until you do."

"Yessss, Sir." She released a low growl of frustration that ended in a moan as he continued his assault on her. She was grinding her hips, one hand pinching her nipple, one hand on the back of his head, holding his face against her dripping pussy, her legs squeezing him.

"God, I love your pussy. Fuck my face. I want to taste your cum."

She moaned as his words washed over her, coating her in liquid heat. He licked her clit, applying enough pressure to make her putty in his hands. She bucked into him as he inserted two fingers into her pussy, still licking her clit. She couldn't hold out much longer.

"Cum for me." She convulsed as he licked faster, harder, and she grabbed his head with both hands. He drank from her as she came on his mouth, shuddering and screaming his name.

"Good bitch," he grinned from between her knees. "I hope the neighbors heard that."

"God," she moaned. "That would usually embarrass me, but right now I find it hard to care."

He laughed softly as he kissed his way up her belly, pausing to suck each nipple before kissing her mouth, showing her how sweet her pussy tasted. As he kissed her, his cock slid easily into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, the abating warmth from her orgasm crashing back over her, setting her afire again.

His hands were at her throat, turning her head to the side. He bit her neck hard enough to make her squeal, his cock slamming deep into her.

Her naked breasts rubbed against his chest, and they distracted him from her neck. He tangled his fist into her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back, sticking her breasts out for him. 

His cock was stretching her pussy as he bit her nipple. She squealed in pain, but forgot it quickly as his thumb reached her clit.

"Oh, my god," she moaned.

He pulled out suddenly, turning her over onto her hands and knees and kneeling behind her. She pushed her ass toward him, panting, needing to feel his cock in her again.

"Not so fast," he grinned. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit before smacking her ass hard. Then, taking his cock in hand, he spread her lips open, entering her with just the tip. He gave the base of his cock a little shake, teasing her before pulling out again.

She groaned in frustration, wanting him fully inside her. Again, he only allowed her the tip of his cock. He pulled out once more, then suddenly buried himself all the way in her pussy. She moaned-- part pain, part pleasure. He pulled out and pushed back in again, harder, punishing her. Again and again he thrust, and each time she felt like he sank further into her sopping pussy.

"Is that what you wanted, bitch?"

"Y-yes, Sir!"

They were both breathing hard and sweat shone on their bodies as they moved together. He grabbed her hair, pulling her back onto his cock, making her fuck him. His other hand reached under her and rubbed her clit. She was still sore, but pleasure overcame pain and her pussy started to tighten around his cock, trying to milk him inside her. 

He could tell she was close when her whole body started to shake. Long, hard, deep strokes filled her tight pussy, and he looked down to watch her lips swallow him. Her body tensed and she started to breathe faster. He buried himself in her, feeling her pussy tighten.

"I want to cum with you. So...close..." he hissed.

His words pushed her over the edge and she came hard, collapsing onto her elbows. She screamed as she felt his hot cum spurt inside her, juices dripping down both their legs, his cock slamming into her pussy.

She felt him slow his movement, then stop. He held onto her hips, trying to steady himself and slow his breathing as his cock still pulsated inside her. Finally, he pulled out and collapsed beside her on the bed. 

"My head's a big bowl of mush now."

"Tell me about it," she laughed and snuggled into him.

He kissed the top of her head. "You're so fucking sexy, baby."

"Thanks hon'. You're not half bad yourself...though I think you forgot about your little master and bitch game at the end."

"Oh, damn," he grinned and pulled her closer.