3 comments/ 17956 views/ 1 favorites A Slave's Day By: riversiren We had just parked, when he told me to remain in the car. I watched as he reached behind my seat and brought the leather hood out. My heart quickened and I noticed something was different. In one hand, he held the hood, and the other held the cock gag. We had never used the gag before and my mind raced. Did I want to be gagged? Do I have a choice? I would not be able to talk. Silenced to him, my eyes hidden. Do I trust him to know me this well? My thoughts are broken by his voice, "You will wear the hood, my sweet slave, and you will like that, won't you?" Lifting my eyes from the cock gag to meet his, I am surprised at the strength in my own voice as I answer, "Yes, Master." He leans over and kisses me and I drink his kiss in, knowing our lips will soon be separated by leather. Cradling my face in his hands, I linger in space for a moment. "Turn for me," he says quietly and I shift in my seat. Bringing the hood up, he began to slip it over my head. My hand went up, touching his, and he stops. I turned to see him one more time and to assure myself I trust this man, completely. Lowering my hand, he pulls the hood into place. My journey begins. Darkness surrounds me now, sounds slightly muffled. The laces are tightening against the back of my head. My lips are dry and I roll my tongue over them, reminded of the gag Master still holds. Gently, he touches the back of my head, turning me to face him. Afraid of having the gag put into place at that very moment, my tongue again goes to my lips, coating them with moisture. His kiss came quick and deep. He knew my thoughts. He has already read me. The leather touches my lips. "Open, my slave," Master's words are direct, his voice steady, "take this into your mouth, as you would take me." Slowly, I run my tongue over the end of the leather gag, my mouth opens as he slides the gag in. My mouth fills and my tongue flattens as it inches towards my throat. Instinctively I try to swallow...can I swallow? Working the muscles in my throat, I swallow the saliva that has quickly gathered in my mouth. Sudden pressure on the outside of the hood presses inward and Master snaps the gag into place. I sit there, blinded to life around me, silenced to all. Lost in the darkness of my mind. The opening and closing of the car door nearly causes me to jump out of my skin. My mouth attempts to call to him, but only my mind hears the silent cry, "Master?" He has left the car. Oh God, he did not say anything. Where did he go? My heart races when my own door opens and he is with me once more. He takes my hand and arm and guides me from my seat, my feet reaching for the security of the pavement beneath me. With his arm tightly around my shoulder, we start to walk. I have forgotten where we are; I have no idea in what direction we are heading. It does not matter. My faith and trust lie with Master. We stop and I hear the sound of keys and a door being opened. With Master still holding my arm, I cautiously take my next few steps. "Stand still," he says. Bound in place by his last two words, I listen to the movements around me. The taste of leather is becoming strong in my mouth and I seem to be stuggling with swallowing constantly as the saliva pools around the gag. Although still an intruder, I am becoming accustom to the gag and use the time to explore the boundaries and minimal movements my tongue can make around it. So focused on the interior of my mouth, I had not noticed the silence in the room. A loud scratchy noise echoes through my ears and I jump. Master is dragging his fingers over the leather hood where my ears are located. Shivers are running through my body, my gasp sealed behind the gag. His fingers continue tracing the shape of the hood. I feel him trace over my face and my eyes, returning to my ears. Slowly, I drop my chin to my chest and accept this gift from Master. His hand leaves the hood and like magic, I am floating. My shirt opens, but I cannot recall the buttons being unfastened. I am trance-like, and everything around me has turned to a dream. My shirt falls from my body as his arms encircle me, pulling me to his chest. I had not realized how weak my knees had become until he touches me. His face is close and against the hood, his hand steadily strokes the back of my head. "Step from your heels." His words penetrate the leather. Carefully, secure in his arms, I step from my shoes. Once assured I have my footing, he releases me. A quick tug at my skirt finds it as a puddle around my feet. "On all fours now, my sweet slave." My head turns slowly as my arms extend to test at the blackness that only I could see and my hesitation is noticed. "On all fours, now!" his voice clear and strong. Quickly I drop to my knees, feeling my skirt on the floor beneath me. Master's hand lays a loud smack and quick burn to my bare ass. "Four, not two," and I realize I have not completed position. I scramble to get my hands to the floor. I am now on all fours. Naked, hooded and gagged, I wait for Master. Movements are taking place in the room again. What is he doing? I wish he would at least talk to me. I am aware of each passing second, and how the seconds are turning into minutes. An eternity for one who cannot see nor speak. Confined to the floor and the thoughts inside my head, I wait. I do not need to see him to know he is close. The electricity exchanged between our bodies carries a life all it's own. Running on pure energy, leaping towards each other until a connection is made. I want to touch him. I want to feel his flesh under my hands. To kiss him. To make love to him. He is standing before me and I know it. My urge for contact has grown great and I move, extending my head until I find him. Expressing my love for him in the only manner available to me, I nestle my head against his bare leg and lower my head until it rests at his feet. He runs his hand along my back, stroking me. And I am floating once more. Oh God – there is the noise again - that scratchy, echoing sound - so loud - so intrusive. I know that sound, I recognize what is creating the scratch being drug over my hood. This was Master's way of telling me the horsetail will come first. The noise on the hood stops and the light tickle of the horsetail dances down my bare back. My arms tense as the ripples of anticipation cause my back to arch up in greeting to Master's play. Then it begins. The teasing strokes. The fine hairs of the whip greeting my flesh with stingy kisses. My head lifts to take me higher in space as the strokes start to come faster and harder. The little kisses soon turn to the feel of a thousand hot needles being laid upon my skin. An internal fire ignites within me. The whip continues, delivering each lash with accuracy and purpose, over and repeatedly. My body now burns with each stroke and my darkness has turned into a kaleidoscope of color. The waltz of the whip stops and Master caresses my ass with his open hand. He is talking, but the colors he has released in my head drown his words. I do not hear him. The heavy straps of the flogger land on my shoulders. Draping my body like deerskin icicles. The flogger takes little time in picking up where the horsetail has stopped. Again, I am flying to meet each stroke. To catch it on my flesh and digest it in my mind. Clinging to the pain that now sears my flesh and seeps into my muscles. I am flying and Master, is the pilot. Higher, I want to go higher. With a thud, he drops the flogger over my head and shoulders. His hand runs up my thigh and his fingers only brush the lips of my pussy before they enter me. I push back into his hand, the liquids of my passion released. "You belong you to me," he says, as his finger lay motionless inside me. A whimper escapes my throat and slowly he starts his exit, curling his knuckle slightly and applying pressure against the soft inner walls of my body. I did not want him to leave and I push back quickly, craving more. His hand moves and he drive back inside of me, but this time with two fingers. A pleading noise rises from my throat, and he repeats his slow exit as before. My breathing has become harder. The gag makes it difficult to take in the amount of air my body wants. Rocking back and forth, my head now rolling from side to side, I suck in huge amounts of air through my nostrils. Bound not to a piece of furniture, but to my mind. And I fly higher. Master enters me again. This time, I feel myself expand to accommodate four of his fingers. He pushes into me until he is met with a natural resistance from his wide hand. My whimpers are now husky grunts, and I whither before him as he commands my body like one would work a puppet. His hand rotates, and the fingers turn inside of me. He now fucks me with his hand until my body spasms for him. My thighs and surrounding flesh drip with my own wetness. Then, he is gone, and so am I. Alone on the floor, quivering and swaying on all fours, traveling underneath the hood. The weight of the flogger is lifted from my shoulders and head. Master moves before me, and without realizing it, I feel the cock gag sliding from my mouth. The whimpers and moans of my mind now fill the room. I want him. "You have done well, my sweet slave," he says, as I hear him rise and move away. The stiff and hard end of the cane drags down my back. Quick and short, bouncing, teasing strokes play over my ass and down my thighs. The cane. I question my own attraction to this implement. Not wanting it, yet craving it. The teasing stops and I prepare myself. They were coming. Those quick sharp strokes that will light my flesh twice. Once on impact and again in a ghostly kiss goodbye. Master brings the cane down hard on my upper buttocks; my body freezes as the aftershock race inward. My breathing is not quick, but deep and steady. Again the cane makes contact, and I jerk from it's greeting. Master stops and inspects his work. Pleased, he continues the strokes across my ass. The cane drops lower and lower, I know it is working down to the tender flesh of my thighs. I start to fear the pain - yet do not want it to stop. The last strokes bring tears to my hidden eyes, but even I am unable to tell if they are tears of fear or of flight. The cane drops to the floor and I feel Master come up behind me. Lowering myself to my elbows, I part my legs in offering. With one swift movement, he plunges his cock into me, I cry out the only name I know, "Master!" Both hands grip my ass as he slides his cock again and again into me. His drive is hard and deep. I meet his motion and rock back into him with perfect rhythm. Master fucks me and I am in ecstasy. Again the pattern of my breathing has changed and I am consuming air in great gulps. He burrows deep and stops. "You're not on this flight alone little one," I hear him say. His voice is raspy and his breathing is no different from mine. His cock starts it's outward motion and then returns, harder and faster. I scream out again, thrusting back hard in an attempt to drive his cock even deeper into my body. In the last few moments, before ecstasy encompases our united souls, Master withdraws his cock and orders me to turn and face him. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he shoves his cock into my mouth and permits me to drink the orgasm from his body. Slowly rising from his position, I hear him lift the phone and dial a number. "Hi, it's me." I heard him say. "She's ready now - just come in when you arrive." He was singing quietly to himself when I felt his hand upon my ass and his fingers started smoothing the lubricant into my yet, untouched asshole. Somewhere, a door opened and I knew I would fly again before this day would end. A Slave's Desire "Sir, please. Will you please fuck me?" I whispered into his ear. We were at a party at a friends house, but I couldn't take it any longer. Master had been tempting me all week but wouldn't play with me. Teasing me even more with all of our friends around, I couldn't resist any longer. I needed him here and now - begging to be taken away and fucked properly. He grinned back at me and grabbed me by the wrists, leading me away from those surrounding us. Bringing me upstairs, he opened the door to the first bedroom he could find and threw me down across the sheets. I slipped out of my dress and rolled on to my stomach and watched Master with a hunger in my eyes as he undid his belt. "You're looking awfully mischievous, Pet." "Just how you like it, Sir," playfully kicking my legs back and forth, feigning innocence. He moved to the side of the bed, belt still in hand, and immediately struck my ass with it - the sound of the belt smacking my skin ringing out. My smile disappeared. Master remained silent and observed me, eyes scanning over my reddening ass cheeks. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his and saw that the playful glint in his had turned to a one that was dark and insatiable. "You need more?" He asked me in a deep growl. As if I had a say in the matter. I nodded, but remained silent, pulling myself over the edge of the bed, bending so that my ass was ready and willing to be struck again and again by Master. I pressed my face into the mattress and dug my fingers into the sheets, bracing myself for what I knew was coming. "I need it, Sir," ever so slightly lifting my ass in the air. Master folded his belt and struck my ass again, harder. I bit down on the sheets, both enjoying the sensation and wincing from the sting. The belt bit in to my soft skin for a third time. A whimper escaped my lips, yet I still felt pleasure, pushing my hips closer towards him - wanting both the pain Master was inflicting on me and Master himself. Looking over my shoulder, I could see the three crisscrossed pink marks on my ass raising into welts, could feel the heat rushing to the sensitive skin. I knew that the sight of his handiwork would turn Master on and make him lust after me just as much as I lusted for him. I looked back at him and saw his cock throbbing and needing to be pleased. His belt struck me again and again, several times in quick succession. Master knew how much I needed him and was making me wait. I took upon myself to tease him so that he wouldn't be able to resist me. Raising my ass as high into the air as it could go, I wiggled my hips from side to side - tempting him to grab me and fill me with his cock. Knowing it would drive him over the edge, I begged him to strike me again. Moaning, he brought the belt down across the middle of my back, sending tears to my eyes. "Again please, Sir," I choked out. He struck me a final time, not holding anything back. Slowly he pulled the belt away and reached out to feel the heat and welts on my ass and back. The feeling of Master's fingers caressing my bruising skin sent a shiver through my entire body. He bent over me, laying his body weight atop mine. Comforting, yet arousing - knowing how close his cock was to sliding into to my soaking cunt was driving me over the edge. Wrapping a hand around my neck, he whispered into my ear. "I will fuck you now, little one." He flipped me over onto my back and my mouth found his, greedily kissing him. Centering me on the bed, he crawled atop me, forcing my legs open and looking at his property displayed for him. I was dripping for him, aching for his cock, aching to feel his warmth and him taking me. He ran his fingers over my nipples, down the line of my stomach, dragging across my hips. Lower and lower they went, yet just as they were about to run over my cunt, he pulled them away, smiling deviously up at me. "Look at my kitty, soaking wet without even being touched. I should make you wait to be fucked more often, Slave. Would you like that?" I wriggled against him, trying to work my hips against his cock, desperate for it to fill me. "No Sir. I need you to fuck me. I want you every day. I need you." "Mmm, good girl, that's what I like to hear." Leaning forward and kissing me aggressively, he slid his cock deep inside me, stretching me and making me even hungrier for more. Holding himself steady inside me, I bucked my hips against him and worked his shaft. Giving into the much awaited waves of pleasure, my body started shaking. "Oh fuck. Thank you, Master." I said in a trembling voice between his thrusts. I made no efforts to hold back my moans. I didn't care whose bed I was in, where I was, or if our friends heard us from the party below. Master was fucking me senseless and that's all that I needed. "Shh! You'll get us caught, slave!" He cupped his hand over my mouth and fucked me harder, nearly causing me to disobey and cry out in ecstasy. With every thrust in my tight cunt, I was brought closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel every sensation of him sliding in and out of my wetness - his thickness spreading me open, the ridge of his cock head rubbing inside me. Faster and faster he went, giving me exactly what I needed. Before I could ask his permission, I was cumming, unable to resist the sweet release Master was giving me. "Bad girl!" He laughed at me, feigning anger. I latched onto him, wrapping my legs tightly around his waste forcing him deeper inside me, riding out the intensifying waves of pleasure from my orgasm. He rocked back and forth, building up his own gratification and releasing himself inside my cunt, filling me with his cum. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me underneath his body weight. "Lucky little pet, I needed that as much as you." He said as he rolled off of me and onto his feet. He smoothed my hair out and tossed em my dress. He dressed himself and looked down upon me. "Come now, little one, I've got a taste for you tonight. Let's get outta here and make up for lost time, shall we?" A Slave's Desires Glendora stood stark still. I sat in the chair and gazed at my handiwork. Her arms were pulled behind her back and secured at the wrist. Having her shoulders pulled that way caused her tits to stand out even further than normal. Her melon-sized tits had been wrapped with elastic bands, which caused her normally erect nipples to poke out even more. I could tell that she was very uncomfortable. She had been standing this way for over five minutes. I had not given her permission to speak and she knew better than to utter a sound. I took a sip from the tall glass I held. We were in her living room at the time. I had decided to take her in the one place she felt completely comfortable. "You're my slut! The cheap whore whose job it is to satisfy me. Well my love, I told you that at times my satisfaction comes at a high price." Her eyes never left mine as I spoke to her. I sat with my pants open and my hand stroked the hard dick that poked through the opening. Glendora's lips still wore the remnants of pre-cum that I had smeared on them. "What do you want?" Glendora's eyes twinkled. She honored me with her sweet smile as she replied back to me. "I'm your slave, Master. I want whatever you want me to want." I knew that she thought that this was the answer I wanted her to give me. But she was sadly mistaken. I picked up the thin belt that I had placed on the arm of the chair and her eyes widened in fear. It wasn't fear that I would hurt her, she knew that I loved her too much for that. But she also knew that I knew how to use the belt like few men she had ever known did. I flicked the belt and the long snake flew through the air. When it reached the maximum length it could travel, it snapped back. The tip landed squarely on one of her elongated nipples. I watched with a smile as she bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out loud. "Wrong answer bitch. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do." Glendora knew exactly what was required of her at this moment. Just fucking my sweet butterball would have given me much satisfaction. But she knew that today I wanted more. I wanted her submission and more than that, I wanted her humiliation. She bit back the tears that threatened to flow. Then she lifted her eyes up and locked them on mine. "I want you to fuck me in my ass. I know how long and fat your dick is and that it will tear my ass open but that's what I want you to do. And when you finish, I want you to force it in my mouth and make me suck it clean." I smiled at my baby. Since we had first met, Glendora had given herself to me. In fact, it was the stories of domination and submission that I had written that had brought out her submissive side. And I had been slowly, ever so slowly consolidating my control over her. She had given herself so completely to me that once while we were at her house, she had confided to her daughter that being my slave gave her pleasure like she had never known before. As my mind traveled back to that night, my dick grew even harder as I remembered the show I had made her put on for her girlfriend Nicole and me. "Remember the way I made you show Nicole how much of a slave you are for me?" I walked up to her and let my hand caress her tit. Then I let it slide down her body until I was rubbing and squeezing her soft ass. Glendora stood trembling as my hands explored her naked, exposed body. Nicole was one of Glendora's girlfriends. A girl, who worked at her job. "Do you remember Glendora?" Glendora nodded her head. "Did you enjoy the things that I had you do to her and that she did to you? You didn't realize how much of a slut your girl friend could become with you did you?" As I asked her this last question, I pushed my finger between her thighs. Glendora had been standing with her legs open. Let me explain something. Glendora has a shaved cunt. And since I met her, I had insisted that she remained completely shaved at all times. As my finger slid between the puffy lips of her pussy and up into her wet cunt, Glendora moaned. "You know I loved it Master. You made me do everything you had told me you would make me do." I pulled my wet fingers from her cunt and held them up to her lips. Glendora opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The same tongue that had she used to lick my asshole many times. As I pushed my fingers into her hungrily sucking mouth I pulled her nipple with my other hand. "Remember how Nicole begged you to make her cum? Do you want me to fuck your ass cause I fucked hers so easily?" Glendora let a soft moan escape her sucking lips. "I have to admit, feeling my hard, fat dick slide up Nicole's soft tender ass so easily had surprised even me. And the way she moaned and begged for more kept me hard enough to give her ass a good hard fuckin. Hearing her order Glendora to lick that asshole clean, when I finished, had surprised both of us. And how the rest of the night went left all of us totally exhausted. I grabbed Glendora by her braids and pushed her to her knees. Even before she could get comfortable, my dick was pushing its way into her mouth. I was in a rough mood and she was going to get the fruits of my desires. "That's right you nasty dog fucker, suck this dick. Suck it the same hungry way your sweet girlfriend sucked it. You knew I wanted to fuck her sweet young pussy, didn't you? You even thought about how good it would feel when I would make you join in while I fucked her. You wanted it to happen. Your hot pussy throbbed at the thought of watching your Master as he fucked your young girlfriend." Nicole was 30, younger than Glendora and I. I jerked her head off my dick and made her look up at me. "Admit it Glendora. I want to hear you tell me how much you wanted to watch me fuck Nicole." Glendora, her lips wet from my pre-cum and her saliva licked her lips. "I knew you wanted to fuck her Master. I saw how your eyes followed her around. And she always wore such skimpy clothes when you were here and she came by. I think she wanted to fuck you too. I knew you would make me fuck her and that I would do what you told me to do. I wanted both of us to fuck her." I closed my eyes and as her hot, moist mouth closed over my throbbing dick, my mind went back to that night. Glendora and I were sitting on the sofa watching an X-rated movie when Nicole came by. The kids were all spending the night out with Glendora's friend. When Nicole came in, it was evident that she was very a bit excited. Her big nipples poked through her blouse. She looked at Glendora sitting on the sofa in a very sexy nighty and smiled. "Am I interrupting anything?" I lifted my glass and took a slow sip from it. What I was really doing was letting my eyes travel up and down Nicole's body. Nicole stood about as tall as Glendora. In fact, both women were very much alike. Nicole stood about 5'3" and weighed about 185. She had tits about 40 D and wore her hair long where Glendora always had hers in braids. She wore a tight blouse with a soft bra. Her nipples poked out so far, my dick throbbed just looking at them. And her skirt was just short enough to allow me to see her legs. I have always loved hairy-legged women. Glendora laughed at her. "No, you're not interrupting anything. Master and I were just watching a movie." Nicole turned her nose up at the use of the word Master by her friend. "Really Glendora! Don't you think you're going overboard with this Master thing?" I turned and looked at Glendora. She looked back at me and knew that I expected her to confront Nicole about our relationship. Glendora slid over to leave room between her and I. She patted the space and told Nicole to sit down. Nicole came and plopped down on the couch. Her already short skirt slid up even more. I could see the wet patch of her panties as they pressed against her pussy. "Honey let me tell you something. Cam is my Master. I begged him to let me be his slave. Ever since I started reading his stories, I knew what I wanted to be. The idea of being his slave makes me more excited than anything else ever did. And having to do what he tells me to do, makes me cum like never before." As Glendora talked to her girlfriend, I was busy looking down between Nicole's thighs. The crotch of her panty was getting wet as she sat there. On the TV, two women were busy licking each other's pussies. Glendora caught Nicole looking at the screen. "Nicole! Let me ask you a question? And I want you to give me an honest answer. Do you like making love to other women?" Nicole turned back to the TV. One of the girls was leaning back and holding the other girl's head as she received a very slow slit lick. Nicole smiled as she looked back at Glendora. "Yea! I like it." Glendora nodded her head. "And that time you told me about, when you and your boyfriend had that other girl in bed, did you like the way he ordered you to perform with the girl as he fucked both of you?" Nicole would have blushed had she not been so dark skinned. Glendora brushed her hand against her Nicole's face. "Come on Nicole, we can always talk about anything. Besides, you got so hot telling me about it, I thought you were gonna cum right there." Nicole laughed. "I did!" Nicole turned to look at me and didn't fail to notice that I had been staring directly at the crotch of her panties. She didn't try to pull her skirt down to cover herself. Then she turned back to Glendora. "I got so turned on by the way he ordered me and her to do things to each other. And knowing that he was watching made me even hotter." Glendora smiled at Nicole. "Well girlfriend, it's the same way when Master orders me to do something. Oh I know that he can whip my ass if I refuse. He can even physically force me to do what he wants me to do. But just knowing that he is strong enough to be a Master to me, makes me hot enough to play with my hot pussy. I'll do whatever he tells me to do. No matter what he tells me to do." Nicole turned to look at me. I noticed that the damp spot between her thighs had grown wetter. "Do you make Glendora do some of the things that you wrote about in your stories?" I turned in my seat so that I was sitting sideways and looking at her. "I love to make Glendora do my bidding. And seeing her become so excited as I order her to do it, makes my dick rock hard. But she knows that I love her and will give her as much pleasure as she can handle. In fact, the more demanding and nastier the things I tell her to do, the more excited she gets." Nicole looked at me then at her girlfriend. "Can he make you do anything?" Before Glendora could answer, I turned Nicole's face back to look at me. "Would you like to see just how much of a slave I can make Glendora become?" I was looking into Nicole's eyes and she was just as excited, if not more so, than she was when she came in. She nodded her head yes. "I won't hold anything back just cause your here watching. In fact, some of what I order this slut to do may include you." Glendora sat next to Nicole and didn't make any comments. Nicole shuddered as my hand dropped to touch her shoulder. "I want to see it. I want to see Glendora act like your slave." Her voice was soft and hoarse. I smiled at her and let my hand glide across her arm. I stood up and turned to look at the two women sitting on the couch. "Open your thighs. I think Nicole should get to see your pussy like never before." Glendora obediently opened her thighs. Her shaved pussy lips were totally exposed to Nicole's gaze. I tossed the fat dildo that we had been playing with to Glendora and she looked directly at me as she rubbed the head up and down her slit. When Glendora pushed the head up into her pussy, Nicole moaned softly. I stood watching as Glendora slowly worked that dildo in and out her pussy. With each slow stroke, she became even wetter. Before too long, Glendora's pussy was making slurping sounds as the dildo worked in and out. "Show Nicole how wet that pussy gets." Glendora pulled the dildo out and it was covered with her thick pale creme. "May I suck it clean Master?" I nodded to Glendora that she could, but before she could get it up to her mouth, I turned her so that she was facing Nicole. Just as Glendora touched the dildo to her lips, Nicole let her hand drop down to her thighs. Glendora began to tremble with lust. Her tongue licked out and slowly she licked up and down the rubber shaft. Nicole's crotch was so wet; the juice was seeping through her panties. Glendora leaned in closer to Nicole. "Lick it Nicole. You know you want to lick it too." Glendora held it up to her girlfriend and Nicole bent her head to lick the creme-covered shaft. As she did, her hand slid up along Glendora's thigh until it came to rest on the throbbing lips. "You see Nicole, my slut will do whatever I tell her to do." I grabbed Glendora by her hair. "Now bitch, show Nicole how much you like suckin my dick." I pulled Glendora down to my crotch and watched as she unzipped my pants. I sat down on the couch next to Nicole. Glendora looked up to me as she pulled my dick free. "Would you like to watch me make this sweet slut act like the bitch she really is?" I was looking directly at Nicole. I held Glendora's mouth directly over my throbbing dick. Nicole looked down at my shaft and licked her lips. "Yea! Show me how much of a slave she really is." Glendora looked at her girlfriend and I could see the lust in her eyes. Part of her fantasy was to be used like this while another women looked on. I pushed Glendora's head down hard and fast. Then I held her as she gagged and choked trying to adjust to my length. "Oh yea! Suck that long fat dick. Get it all nice and wet." Even as her head slid up and down my shaft, Glendora didn't miss my hand straying between Nicole's thighs. Nor did she miss how easily her young friend opened up for me. Nicole's soft moan as my fingers stroked the wet panty made my dick jump. And Glendora moaned as she felt the pre-cum dripping from the tip. 'That's it baby. Show Nicole how much you love sucking my dick. And you'll do anything I tell you to won't you?" Glendora lifted her head off my shaft and a long string of pre-cum and saliva dripped from her mouth to the tip. I looked at Nicole. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes. She was watching Glendora perform for her Master and it was turning her on. "Lick Nicole's nasty panties. But you had better not make her cum. otherwise, I'll fuck her and make you watch." Glendora moved between Nicole's thighs and began to lick her way to her wet panty. "Oh shit! Damn!" I watched Nicole as Glendora's tongue got closer to her soaked crotch. She opened her legs wider and pushed her hips to the edge of the couch. " Oh Glenda! Damn, girl! Your tongue feels so fuckin good. Oh Cam! She really is your slave!" I watched Nicole hold Glendora's head as she humped her pussy hard against it. "Glendora! You nasty, fuckin slut! Lick my hot pussy." I moved close to the couch. Nicole looked up at my hard dick coming towards her face. She moaned as she opened her mouth. I let her take it in slowly. She made loud slurping sounds, which made Glendora even hotter. "Get up slave. Let's take this slut into the bedroom where you can really service her cunt." Glendora stood up and I kissed her. She melted into my arms. Then I helped Nicole up. As I kissed her, I motioned for Glendora to get behind her. I kissed Nicole while Glendora reached around and massaged her tits. Glendora opened her blouse and pulled her bra up. This was my first look at Nicole's tits. Her nipples stood our from her breast, stiff and hard, just like Glendora's did. I bent my head and captured a nipple. Sucking it hard, I bit down on her soft tit meat. Nicole moaned. I bit the other nipple for good measure. Then taking both women by the hand, I led them into the bedroom. Glendora and I undressed Nicole. Naked she had the same shape that Glendora did. Big tits and a nice soft ass! I had Nicole lay on the bed and I knelt down between her thighs. Glendora got behind me. As my tongue licked Nicole's slit, I felt Glendora's hot tongue slide up and down my crack. "That's right slave. Oh you nasty black fucker. Stick your tongue in my asshole. I'm gonna have you tongue fuck this bitch's ass when I get finish shoving my dick up it." Glendora moaned at my words. Nicole's pussy grew as wet as Glendora's did under my tongue-lashing. I pushed my hands beneath her ass and found her crack. "Get up here, you dog fucker, and straddle Nicole's head." Glendora stopped licking my ass and climbed up on the bed. Nicole watched her as she opened her thighs and climbed above her. Glendora straddled her girlfriend's head and slowly lowered her ass. Her moan let me know when she had made contact with Nicole's mouth. As she bent over more to give Nicole more of her juicy cunt, the cheeks of her ass spread before me. I climbed up and began to lick up and down her crack. I spread her open and began to tongue fuck her asshole. I brought Glendora to her climax with my tongue drilling into her asshole. And she flooded Nicole's mouth with her hot crème. When she rolled off, I went back to Nicole's slit. I soon had her moaning as she pumped her crème into my mouth. I lay between both women as they caught their breaths. I turned to Nicole. "I promised Glendora that I would suck her wet pussy until she filled my mouth with her hot piss. Have you ever sucked a sweet pussy until the woman pissed in your mouth?" Nicole didn't give me an answer. But the look on her face told me that she had. I smiled as she turned away. I pulled Glendora to me and our lips mashed together in a torrid kiss. My fingers found Glendora's slit and I soon had her shaking and moaning. The kiss broke and Glendora moaned. "Oh Master!" I smiled into her eyes. "You're my slut and my slave! And you will always remain that way. No matter what women or men I make you fuck. See Nicole lying over here? Before I'm finish, the two of you will drink each other's hot piss and I will fuck both of you in your tight assholes." I knew my words would excite her even more. Glendora began to shake and without my help, came again. I kissed her and turned to her girlfriend. "You came over here cause you knew l was here. Didn't you?" Nicole nodded her head, yes. "And you were hoping that I would fuck you." hearing Glendora talk about being s slave to her Master made you hot. Admit it, you big, fat, juicy, slut! As I talked to her, my fingers found her clit. "Oh yes!" I kissed her as I pushed my finger deep in her cunt. Nicole lifted her ass off the bed to get more fingers up her slit. Glendora leaned up to watch. I reached behind and grabbed her hand. "Come around here and service this nasty bitch's slit." Glendora got on her knees and crawled around the bed until she was between Nicole's thighs. I climbed off the bed and got behind her. I fucked Glendora's cunt with long, slow deep thrust. She was soon shaking with lust. But she stiffened as I pulled her cheeks apart and pulled my dick from her cunt. She felt my put the tip against her asshole. When I slowly pushed it in, she groaned into Nicole's cunt. She tried to move up to dislodge it. SLAP! My hand slapped her hard across the ass. "Stay still, slut! I told you I would fuck you up this tight ass. Nicole! When I tell you, I want you to give this no good whore something hot to drink." Nicole held Glendora's head in her hands and directed her back to her wet cunt. I looked down between Glendora's cheeks. The black circle of her asshole gripped the head of my dick. Slowly I worked it in deeper. Glendora moaned. "Please Master! It's too big." I pulled out and stood up. "Then change places with Nicole! I'm sure she won't refuse to let me ass fuck her." "No, Master! I want it! It just hurts. You have to go slow." I slapped her across the ass hard again. Glendora cried out. "Either you let me fuck your ass, you fuckin whore, or I'll give this dick to Nicole." A Slave's Desires Glendora had tears running down her face as she turned back around and pushed her ass back to me. She groaned as the head pushed back in her tight ass. This time I could hear her whimpering as she sucked Nicole's cunt. I worked my dick deeper with slow steady strokes. "Take it slut! Take it up your fat ass." Glendora started to work her ass back to meet my thrust. "Yes Master! Work you dick up my worthless ass! Fuck my ass, Master!" I had gotten into a steady rhythm. It was almost time. Nicole's eyes flashed, with the torture Glendora's tongue was giving her cunt. "Oh yea, bitch! Suck this pussy. Drive your tongue deep in my cunt. Work your fingers up my ass." Glendora was moaning as I fucked her ass. I could feel how stuffed her ass was. My dick slid in and out of her easily now. And Glendora worked her ass back and forth to match my strokes. I knew she was getting closer and closer to cumming. "Now, Nicole! Make this slut drink from your cunt." With a grunt, Nicole lifted her legs higher. And her grip on Glendora's head tightened. I heard the all familiar hiss as she let go. And Glendora choked and gagged as she tried to drink it all. I was pounding my dick up Glendora's ass with a vengeance. Suddenly, Glendora cried out and her ass tightened around my dick. She stiffened as she came, then rolled off Nicole, pulling my dick from her ass. I reached down and grabbed Nicole by the hair. "Suck it slut!" Glendora looked on, as her girlfriend greedily sucked my dick. I stopped short of cumming in her mouth. I still wanted to fuck Glendora's young friend. "Change places!" Glendora lay on her back as Nicole got up on her hands and knees. Nicole bent her head and began to wave her ass in the air. "Come on Cam! Work you dick up my ass. I love to feel a hard dick stuffing my asshole." She looked at Glendora. "Damn, girlfriend! Your Master sure knows how to fuck you." I slapped Nicole across the ass and she laughed. 'I like that! Slap my ass some more." I slapped Nicole's ass again and again. And while I slapped her across the ass, Nicole buried her head between Glendora's thighs. Glenda moaned as her girlfriend attacked her sensitive slit. Unlike I had done to Glendora, I was not gentle as I entered Nicole's ass. I put my head at her hole and shoved in hard. She didn't scream; she groaned and pushed her ass back for more. I pulled out and slammed my dick in to the hilt. Nicole lifted her head up. "That's it! Fuck my ass! Rape it with your hard dick! Oh shit! Oh Cam! Oh Master! Oh Master!" hearing Nicole call me Master brought me to the edge. I hammered her asshole until she whimpered. Then I ordered Glendora to give her what she had gotten. With a cry, Glendora did what she had never done before. She grabbed Nicole's head and jammed it against her cunt as she shot stream after steady stream of hot piss into Nicole's mouth. I could hear the young girl sucking and slurping, trying to get every drop. Then with a cry, I shot my load up Nicole's ass. As soon as I pulled out, Glendora crawled around to Nicole's ass. Like I had told her I wanted her to, she began to lick and tongue her girlfriend's asshole. I pulled Nicole's head around and she greedily sucked my dick again. We were soon sprawled out on the bed. Glendora had a fulfilled look on her face. And Nicole whimpered as my fingers stroked her slit. I knew that I had found the perfect playmate for my slave. Glendora moaned as my fingers reached over and stroked her pussy too. I kissed each one in turn. "Did you like it," I asked them? "Yes, Master!" they said in unison. A Slave's Dream I was running around frantically. Craning my head behind me to see how much of an advantage I had. I didn't know where I was going, just that my feet were leading me in any direction as quickly as they could. I took my eyes off of the man chasing me and swiveled my head forward, searching for the nearest escape. Before I've even realized it, the whole environment surrounding me had changed. I had gone from running in a forest to beaming trapped in an alleyway, cornered by the man in the shadows. I felt the fear seeping into every part of my body as the stranger made his way closer to me, knowing I had no escape. He stood as close to me as possible, bodies nearly pressed up against each other. Wrapping a hand around my throat, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. "Please?" The vague, opened ended question moved past my lips, the only sound within the cramped alleyway. Disregarding my plea, the man moved closer, eliminating the space between our two bodies. I could feel his shaft, just as strong as he was, pressing against my hips. He let one of his hands wander around my body, tracing its soft curves, before sliding it up underneath my skirt, fingers hovering right next to my pussy. I started to fight back, for the sake of being able to tell myself that at least I tried, but also because I knew I wouldn't have a choice but to let this man have his way, and there was a part of me becoming turned on at the thought of that. It was pointless. He held me tighter against the wall, told me to shut up, and let his pointer and middle finger explore my pussy. Every bit of it. Shoving his fingers inside of me, I was growing wetter and wetter, I could feel myself dripping down my thighs. His thick cock was pulsing with pleasure still against my hips, and I was ashamed with myself when I started grinding into it, wanting to make him harder and feel my pussy run against it. The man moaned, paused his exploration of my soaking cunt with his fingers, and moved his head into the light. Grinning, he looked at me and said "You're in trouble now, my dirty little slut." "Master?!" I said, right as my eyes flicked open. 7:05 AM. It was just a dream. I moaned and rolled to my side, upset that I couldn't finish it. Trying to fall back asleep was useless, there was no way I'd be going back into that dream, into the moment where my Master's hand were pleasuring me and his cock hard and ready for a release of his own. Instead, I lay there, and let my own hands do a little bit of wandering. With one hand, I grabbed my tit - feeling it's warmth and softness - and started tugging at my rosy pink nipple. The sensation started to wake my whole body up, and I let my other hand explore my lower half. To mo surprise of mine, my pussy was already soaking, sweet with the wetness spreading between my thighs. I slid my own fingers inside of my cunt, feeling it's tightness. Moving them in and out was leading me to the release I needed. All I was thinking about was the dream I had just had. My master's hands around my neck in a dark alleyway, not having the strength to fight him off - and not wanting to, his hands forcing themselves up my skirt and into his property. Rocking my hips back and forth, I slid my fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. I stopped playing with my nipples with my other hand, and pulled one of it's fingers into my mouth - sucking it and making sure it was nice and wet - before sliding the same finger into my ass. I needed to be filled up. And if my Master wasn't here to do it for me, I'd have to do it myself. Pushing the finger deeper inside my ass, I moaned and began grinding my hips in my bed, rubbing against the pillows and blankets that were between my legs. My other hand was slippery, covered in my own wetness and sliding back and forth over my clit. Every time I rubbed it, I could feel shooting feelings of pleasure, warming me from my toes to my hips, sending me over the edge. Grinding my pussy against the pillows, toying with my clit, and fingering my ass made it impossible. I couldn't fight the release that I had needed so badly, and didn't want to. Faster and faster I moved my hips, rolling over onto my belly and losing myself in the feeling, my hands working overtime. I moaned loudly as I came and forced my head face down into my pillow, holding my breath and taking in the orgasm coursing throughout my body. I lay still for minutes, finger still deep in my ass, other hand pressed against my clit, until my phone rang. Rolling over, I searched around the bed for it and picked it up as it was on the last ring. "Slave." My Master's voice rang out. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"