0 comments/ 20988 views/ 2 favorites Adventures in Utah By: warrenwriter He had just moved up to Provo, Utah from Texas. His new supervisor position at the call center was generous in the money department, but the social settings of Utah and Salt Lake City were nearly unbearable. Paying to become a "club" member to drink "beer" was nearly intolerable. And once winter set it, trips to Nevada, Wyoming, & Colorado were nearly impossible. He missed the nearly limitless supply of hot, young women he was exposed to in Texas, and working at the call center there provided him with countless opportunities to explore different aggressive, sexual relationships. Most of the women he was meeting were nice, Mormon girls who often wanted to drag him to meetings. He hated it. He knew there were non-Mormons in Utah, and he had to find some to hang out with. He turned to the internet. After a few weeks online, he knew a few folks in SLC who were as bored as he was, and they liked to hang out and party. Unfortunately, his newfound friends were married, and at the end of the night he'd take the long drive home alone. As the second winter of his time in Provo approached, he dreaded having another long winter set in. Once summer hit, he spent more and more time climbing and camping in Wyoming and Montana. The bars were rowdy but fun, and the people were always friendly. Besides, he wasn't one of the Yellowstoners, the group of people who head to Yellowstone each year. He just wanted to be away from Utah as long as he could. September landed with an early snow, and soon the roads were the normal crappy selves they were in winter. Back on the internet he went, now aggressively searching personals sites for women. Again, most responses he got were Mormons, but one new response piqued his curiosity. Her name was Pam, and she was an older woman working in SLC. She wasn't Mormon, and she'd been divorced for 10 years. She was, for all intents and purposes, a single woman looking for some fun. ********************* Pam found him online. His personal ad was full of anger, and she was amused that the source of the anger was his career in Utah. She emailed him, told him to relax, and said that sex was readily available—if he knew where to find it. Naturally, she got a response back, but this one was unapologetic. He hated Utah, and if he had to spend another winter here, he'd explode. They chatted for a while online. She wasn't sure what kind of kink he was into, but their chats would often drift to the sexual nature. Finally, he just typed it out for her. 'When I was in Texas, there were a bunch of young women I introduced to bondage. Now, I feel like I'm in bondage.' Immediately she felt warm inside. 'Were you dom or sub?' she typed back. 'Dom. I don't know why I ever left.' Pam was intrigued and had to find out more. She said she wasn't very experienced in bondage, an outright lie, but he seemed responsive. After another hour of chatting, she agreed to head up to see him next weekend. She was off work, and so was he, and from Friday to Sunday they were going to experience each other. ********************* He told her to enter by the backdoor and read the note he had left. She had no trouble finding the place, and arrived at 8:50, ten minutes before he said to arrive. She entered the backdoor and found the note. "Welcome, Pam. For this weekend, you will call me Master when you speak, but only with my permission. I will call you pet. Read what I have here for you and sign it. It is our contract. It contains information on safe words and what you will absolutely not do and what you will do. Also, there is a menu for you. Choose what you want at what meal. After that, head downstairs and change into what I have provided you. I will be with you shortly." She completed the forms and headed downstairs, quickly stripping off her clothes. She found a corset and a collar laid out for her, and she fit into both. Her C-cup breasts hung over the leather, and her pussy and ass were exposed. The downstairs was a cozy temperature, and she headed towards the rug where she was to lie until he arrived. It was a older throw rug, with a water dish filled nearby. Soon, he came downstairs. She stretched out, her butt touching the cold concrete. She jumped a bit and soon found him standing over her. He was wearing a mask. His chest was hairy and exposed, and he was in denim jeans. "Welcome, pet. Since this is your first time, I will give you a run through on what will happen. Tonight, I will introduce you to punishment. You have done nothing wrong, but it is best you know what will happen if you do. Tomorrow, we can begin the pleasure." He leaned down and attached a lead to the collar. "Now, Pam, come." She crawled on the concrete after him to a sawhorse, the top covered in a leather cushion. He took two arm-length gloves and slid them on her. Each had a ring on the wrist. He attached two leads from the floor to each arm-ring. "Stay," he commanded. She felt two leather restraints tie around her ankles. She looked down to see him spread her legs and hook each ankle to a bolt on the floor. She was spread now, and could feel her pussy moisten with anticipation. He then slid the blindfold over her eyes. She licked her lips and began breathing hard when she felt the tugging at her arms. Suddenly, there was a yank and she was pulled down over the sawhorse, her waist pressed to the padded cover, her arms restrained, and her ass straight in the air. "There are three degrees of punishment on the Horse, pet," he said. "First, degree is a spanking." She felt his hand smack her ass five times, each time, harder. The pain sent shivers down her spine, but it was more pleasurable than painful. "Next, is the flog." She then felt him land the stinging tails of his flog against her ass. A tear streamed down her cheek. The flog was more painful, but the fire inside of her still raged. She needed his touch more now. "Finally, is the paddle. This is the most serious of punishing devices, so I will give you only one touch of it." She braced herself and felt the studs on the paddle slam against her flesh. She cried out. As the pain subsided, she found herself quivering, more with desire than ever before. "No crying out when punished, pet. That will just get you more punishment. As this is the demonstration, I shall let it pass." He left her for a few moments, and she straddled the Horse, wondering where he could be. Soon she felt something cold press against her ass. She almost cried out in shock. It was some kind of cream, and his hand rubbed it in. "Now, pet, this is yours to keep," he said, and she felt him spread her cheeks and slowly insert a butt plug into her. She jumped with surprise for a moment, then, recognizing it for what it was, pushed back into it, until it settled into place. Then she heard him approach and stand in front of her. She craned her neck upwards and could see his cock was erect. He brushed her brown hair aside and offered her the six-inch piece of meat. She licked the head and slowly sucked what she could. It was such an awkward position. Soon her neck began to ache, and she moaned as she licked and sucked it. "Tonight, this is the only contact we will have. You will need your rest for tomorrow," he said, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She gagged a moment, as the head of his cock pinned her tongue, then began sucking and licking harder. He began to moan, then removed his cock and shot his cum over her face. She licked up what she could, trying to please, but the hand restraints and angle she was at made it impossible. "Good," he said, releasing her arms. "Don't wipe it off. It is a sign of a good pet." The gloves slid off and she felt the buckles undone. She was led to her rug, where she curled up. He brought another bowl of water, then tied her lead off. "Lay down here. I expect you to drink both bowls of water. Tonight, no orgasms or going to the bathroom. You must wait until tomorrow. Sleep well, pet," he said, and left Pam alone in the basement. Her ass still hurt, but she didn't want to go through a paddling again, so she drank all of the water out of the bowls and then nodded off. ************************** She awoke with an urgent need to pee. She looked about for a safe place to piss, but with the lead attached to the wall, she wasn't sure if she could hide the evidence anywhere. She sat down into a lotus position, fighting the urge to go. It was all she could think about for the half hour before he came downstairs. She looked at him, knowing she wasn't to speak, with pleading eyes. In his hands was a small tray, and scrambled eggs with toast and orange juice. "Here's your breakfast, pet. Eat up, you'll need it." She had no utensils, so her hands scooped up the eggs to her mouth. He walked around as she ate, looking for any signs of misdeeds. She watched him nervously, and soon her breakfast was done, but her urgent need to pee hadn't left. He took the tray from her and walked upstairs. Soon he was back, and unhooked the lead from the wall. "Come, pet." She obediently crawled to a table and hopped up on it. It was on a center pivot, but was currently locked in position. "Lay down, pet." She did and noticed the hole cut in the middle of the table. The fabric was a comfortable plastic, and her ass fit well into the hole. A small trough ran from between her legs, and he adjusted it, so it fit well right under her pussy. "I call this the collection table, pet. This is where you will experience much pleasure, or pain, so long as you obey." He took her arms and legs and strapped her into a stretched X position, then took two belts and strapped them over her belly. The pressure on her bladder was nearly unbearable. "Does that make you want to pee, pet?" She nodded. "Good. It is supposed to. If it didn't, I'd think you didn't drink the water last night." He rotated the table so she was right side up, and placed a bowl at the exit to the trough. 'Don't pee until I say so, pet. Trust me." He rubbed his hand against her pussy and clit, slowly, methodically, playfully licking her nipples. His touching started the fire, and quickly it was burning. He slid a finger between her pussy lips and felt the wetness. He brought the finger to his lips and smiled, "Very tasty." She smiled and squirmed, the feeling nearly overwhelming. His wet finger slowly began to massage her clit. Coupled with the plug, her squirming and his touching, she was close to climax. Suddenly, the plug was removed from her ass. She could feel it relaxing, then felt a smaller, slender object slide into her ass. His finger still manipulating her clit, he turned on the slender vibrator and touched the wall of her ass. She jumped, the feeling overwhelming, tears rolling from her eyes when she heard him say, 'cum.' She did, her body convulsing against the restraints, the liquid dripping from her vagina. Her breathing was heavy and she felt him lean against her belly. 'Pee now, pet,' he said as he did, and she released, and was caught up in another orgasm. As the hot piss left her, he stimulated her ass and clit, and she jerked, pissing and cumming at the same time. After a minute of it, she collapsed on the table, panting, and soon passed out. When she awoke, she felt a cool sensation on her breasts. Her nipples were erect, and she felt the a cold drop of water on one, then the other. She looked up and saw the two washrags, heavy with ice, dripping cold water strategically on her breasts. She moaned with each hit, feeling pain from the cold as well as arousal. Slowly she became aware the butt plug was back, snuggled between her cheeks. Soon he came downstairs and stood over her. 'Do you like my cold shower?' he asked. She was about to moan yes, but remembered the pact, and nodded. 'Now I will wash your body.' She moaned and watched him with a bowl and a sponge. The water he squeezed from the sponge, and began to wipe her belly and legs. She shivered from the cold touch. He brought the wet sponge up to her pussy and slowly washed it off. She shivered harder, beginning to feel aroused again. The sponge came up and washed her arms, hands, breasts, and neck, and finally her face. "Are you thirsty pet?" She nodded, and he soaked the sponge and brought it to her mouth and squeezed. She opened her mouth and let it fill with the cold liquid. After she swallowed, she tasted something else. It wasn't bad, and swallowed the second sponge-full of water he gave her. 'Do you like it, pet?' She nodded. 'Good. Because it's what you gave me this morning.' He smiled and her eyes opened wide. The bowl she came and pissed in! She licked her lips, shocked, then aroused. She'd never done that before. 'More?' he asked, and she nodded. He squeezed more into her mouth and she kept it there, tasting the cool liquid. It wasn't yellow, it was clear. She swallowed and smiled. 'Good pet. You'll get real water later. That wasn't so bad, was it?' She shook her head, smiling and amazed that his man could make her so wet. He unlocked the table and turned her right-side up again. He pulled the plug from her ass, at which she sighed loudly. Then she felt the warmth of the head of his penis there, rubbing its length along her wet pussy. He leaned to whisper to her. "Now I want my pet to speak. I want you to say, 'I am a dirty girl.'" She responded immediately. "I am a dirty girl." "Do dirty pets like to get fucked normal?" he asked her. "No, Master, dirty pets like to get fucked hard." "Where do you they like to get fucked hard?' She nearly moaned the next words. "My ass, Master." "And where else?" "My pussy, Master. And my mouth." "Very good, pet," he said. She felt the tip of his cock penetrate her stretched ass and moaned. In her position it had to enter nearly straight up, and it did. She then felt him slide two Chinese balls into her pussy and rub the outside. She moaned loudly, him fucking her ass, the balls making her cum. She thrust her head to the table and tried to push back on his cock. He slowly ass fucked her. She couldn't help herself. She came hard, quivering in her restraints. She squeezed his cock hard as he fucked her, and she felt him slide out. The table was rotated backwards and she saw his glistening cock, aiming for her face. She saw the stream of cum blast out, hitting her left tit, neck and chin, then forcefully covering her mouth, nose, and left eye. He led the tip to her mouth, and she sucked it dry, not caring for where it had been or what else it had to give. She needed it all. Once cleaning her Master's cock, she panted, eyes glazed. She felt him reinsert the butt plug and rotate her to standing again. He undid her restraints and her collar, replacing it with a choker, and then told her to get her clothes from the corner. He took her to a small door, and revealed a toilet and shower. "Clean up, pet. We're going to dinner," he said. She smiled and nodded. As he was about to leave, she made a noise to get his attention, then pointed towards her pussy. "I know the balls are still there pet. And the plug. We're going dancing. And no cumming while dancing." He smiled knowingly and headed upstairs. She showered, freshened up, and got dressed. Her hair was a bit unkempt, but he came back and got her, and out they went. *********************** Dinner was at a nice restaurant, and Pam was hungry. She ordered a salad, an entrée, and desert. He smiled, making sure she drank plenty of water. She smiled, naughty thoughts running through her head with each gulp of water. Dancing was the hardest part of the evening. He saw the balls were having their effect. She would often squirm and grab his arm. He smiled, knowing that the balls were having their effect, making her ready to cum. He finished his fourth coke and lead her dancing. The beat from the House DJ shook her body, and moving on the floor was too much. She grabbed onto him and quivered, cumming hard. He looked down and saw a wet trail flowing down her leg. "Bad pet," he whispered into her ear. He forced her to dance again, and she came twice more. At that time he took her home. He led her downstairs and to the rug. She lay there, exhausted from the day, and he stood over her. She slowly stripped off her clothes, laying naked before him. He took the clothes and tossed them aside. "Now, pet, cumming three times without permission? How should I punish you?" She whimpered. He just smiled. "I'd say that deserves a paddling." She opened her eyes wide and pleaded with him silently. "I shall think about it while I relieve myself." He headed for the bathroom. She blurted out, "Master!" He stopped, and looked towards her, a curious and angry look in his eye. "Speak, pet." "Master, forgive my speaking, but perhaps you could punish me and relieve yourself at the same time?" She had had golden showers before, and after the bowl experience she was ready for her new Master's urine. He smiled, the anger leaving him. "Very well," he said, dropping his Dockers and heading towards her. She closed her eyes and sat up. He moved her off the rug to the floor. He aimed for her head, the beginnings of his golden punishment wetting down her tussled brown locks, streaming then down her naked body to the floor. She opened her mouth and leaned her head back, inviting him. He obliged her, filling her mouth with pee, watching her swallow as much as she could. Soon he was done, and she was covered. He got her a towel to wipe down and clean up the floor with. She then felt him take her lead and parade her around the room. The balls again began to work their magic. He strapped her over the Horse again and reached two fingers into her pussy, feeling for the balls. He moved them around, while softly stroking her clit. She quickly approached orgasm. He watched her tense up, then quiver, pulling the balls out of her as she came. He placed her bowl under her pussy and commanded, "Now piss, my pet." She was still coming down off the orgasm, but pushed down and peed. Pissing from her bent over position was new and difficult, and the hot liquid spurting out her hot pussy gripped her again, multiple orgasms bucking her body. He smiled, as the process took several minutes to complete. She lay there totally spent. To wake her up he landed ten open handed smacks to her ass, to which she barely responded. He took his tired pet to her rug and let her be. *********************** When she awoke, he was standing next to her, with more eggs, this time with bacon, hash browns, and coffee. She devoured it all, smiling up at him. He caressed her naked form, then undid her choker and reached for the butt plug. She stopped him, saying, "Leave it where it is, Master." She smiled at him and he grinned. She had to leave soon to get back to SLC, so he let her eat and get dressed. She thanked him for a fantastic weekend. "I look forward to the next time, Master," she giggled. He watched her leave, and as she pulled away in her Crown Victoria, he sat in his computer and sighed, happily contented with his first weekend back in the bondage circles. Adventures in Utah Ch. 03 Author’s Note: If you like what you read, please take the ten seconds to vote. You can also contact me at the link below. I’d love to hear from fans or critics, preferably fans. ****************************************** Work seemed much better this week. His tryst with Penny had given him a much needed boost of self-confidence and energy. He felt like a Master again. Penny was occupied for the next weekend, and he couldn’t help but plan out what their next encounter would be like. His imagination was in full flow, thinking of Penny submitting to his every desire. This young Hawaiian girl occupied his mind well, and he found it an obsession that was all-consuming. When Pam called, it was a much needed break. She was curious to see he wasn’t in the usual chat haunts and finally called to see if he was OK. He broke the news about Penny to her, and she didn’t seem fazed in the bit. “So, Master’s got another pet? You’ll have to introduce us. Hopefully in your basement,” the older woman giggled. “Perhaps this weekend? I’m free for the next two weekends to be nothing but your slut.” He smiled. Although she was intriguing, she was a different kind of pet compared to Penny. Still, he decided he needed to get his mind off of the vixen and back to another. “Come on up. Same drill as last time.” “I can’t wait!” she said. ****************************************** Pam showed up at 6:00 on Friday. He was at work later than normal, fixing a problem that had arisen between his call site and a site in Florida. He hadn’t told her, but she knew enough to let herself in. The house was cold, and she adjusted the thermostat a little higher. She guessed he dialed down the heat to save on costs while he was at work. Besides, if she was wrong, she could look forward to some punishment. She felt more frisky than normal, having her teenage daughter the whole month prior and being unable to actually get out of the house to fuck. She didn’t care what the punishment could be, she just needed the attention. She headed downstairs and undressed, clasping the collar around her neck and attaching herself to the lead. She sat on the pillow near the wall, feeling the butt plug she was wearing nudge a little deeper into her ass. She hadn’t worn it in a month, and now with every step she felt it snugly inside of her, rubbing with a constantness to nearly drive her wild.. Softly, she caressed her own body with her hands. Her anticipation was all-consuming, needing to feel his touch. She was surprised at their last meeting when he tricked her into drinking her own pee, but just thinking of it now made her wet. She felt so humiliated, so used, so powerless. And so incredibly hot. She slowly reached between her legs to stroke her pussy, softly massaging it with her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned, then stopped, looking around the basement for any camera or device which would expose her transgression. Carefully she dipped two of her fingers between her lips, spreading them wide, then running them from her entrance to her clitoris, wetting the sensitive folds. The feeling of fear was driving her now. Would he notice if she came before he arrived? What if he caught her in the middle of the act? Would he spank her? Fuck her? Whip her? With each punishment she fantasized of, she stroked faster. Her hips began to wiggle, and with it the butt plug. She moaned louder now, and the orgasm rose to boil beneath the surface. She was torn. She needed the release but dared not disappoint him. It was too late. A single pinch of her button sent the shivers down her spine which accompanied her orgasm. She bucked, the butt plug adding that extra needed dimension to thrust her ecstasy. She collapsed on the rug, feeling her pussy, sopping wet, as well as the rug on which she pleasured herself. Her breathing was shallow and labored. It was 6:30 and he wasn’t home yet. She hoped he wouldn’t walk through the door... and yet a part of her yearned for him to come through there and treat her like the disobedient slut she was. ************************************* “What do you mean I shouldn’t criticize his team?” he asked. The man on the speakerphone was John, a supervisor in Florida. He and John had a dispute brewing which had lasted over the past month. John’s team was consistently making technical errors that his team was fixing. It was killing his productivity, and his complaints had finally reached the ears of the center manager who was trying to moderate the disagreement between his supervisor and John in Florida. Unfortunately, it was shaping up to make it sound like John had no fault. “All supervisors and the technicians are handled in-center. You don’t have any provisional authority to criticize John or his staff.” “He’s repeatedly ignored my requests to train his team to recognize other errors besides simple dial-up problems. Half of the callbacks my guys are handling are from his team, I swear to God!” His temper had gotten the best of him. The center manager was Mormon, and didn’t appreciate that language. “No more complaints to John’s boss about this matter. I’m serious. So long as you do your job and fix your problems, that’s all I care about. Now I suggest you go home, cool off, and come back Monday ready to do your job.” He hit the disconnect button, stood up, and left the small office. He was furious. All along they were encouraged to submit proposals to increase center efficiency. I guess that’s true so long as it doesn’t single anybody out. His lead staffers, two top-notch techs, were bent out of shape about the mistakes of the incompetent techs on John’s team. And the fact he was here at 6:30 on a Friday night to try and fix this problem added insult to injury. What he needed was a beer. He didn’t want to go home angry, especially with Pam being there. Pam! She’d be there and hour before he stepped in the door. He sighed, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door. ************************************** The waiting was killing her. The last orgasm that rocked her body was intense, but it left her wanting more. She dipped her fingers into her nectar and brought them to her mouth to taste it. She moaned at its sweetness. She needed a good fucking now. She needed to have her pussy filled. Rolling her eyes back into her head, she slid three fingers into her and slowly stroked her wet pussy. The tingling along her nerves was intense. She stroked her thumb over her clit and shivered as the feeling ran from her toes to her scalp. Curious, she ran her pinky finger across the end of the plug, feeling its warmth and sensitivity. She bent her fingers inside of her and she jumped, stroking the butt plug from her pussy. She needed filling, and she needed it now. She concentrated, needing only get her thumb inside of her to stretch her wide. She strained as the knuckle pressed against her bone, and screamed as she forced her hand into her. She balled her fingers to a fist and began to pump her pussy. The squishing of her wet pussy, filled with her hand, sent shivers through her body. The pumping spread her widely, and she felt the plug move with her rhythms. The sensations reached up her body and shook her to the core. She was unaware of her surroundings, her moans and screams were loud, and the rug under her was soaked with her cum. She stopped moving her hand to catch her breath, her eyes closed, every nerve in her body on fire. She sucked her breath in and slowly sighed, keeping still to avoid the racking pleasure she was giving herself. She opened her eyes and saw him standing there, sipping on a beer. “Enjoying yourself, slut? Couldn’t wait for your master, could you?” he asked sternly. She was too exhausted to reply. She simply stared at him, panting, trying to extricate her hand from her sopping womanhood. She was frightened of what he would do, but her hand’s movements was again putting her on the road to rapture. “Like to fist yourself? Tell me, slut, why couldn’t you wait for me?” She was speechless. He hand slipped free, and with the pop of freedom came a jolt of pleasure. She closed her eyes and shook, so many things going through her head at once. He headed to the wall and unhooked her chain, yanking on it, pulling her collar. She followed, trying to stand up. “No, on all fours, slut. You’re going to be in for a long weekend for disobeying me.” He drug her around the cold, concrete floor. As she crawled, the butt plug was wiggling like mad, making her pant and making her focus on not cumming again. He watched her crawl, pissed off at her lack of control. She was whimpering. “Shut up, slut. You disobeyed your master, giving yourself pleasure. What punishment do you think your deserve, slut?” She stayed on all fours, head bent. She didn’t say a word. “Oh, now you won’t answer me when I ask a question?” he asked, anger evident in his voice. He pulled her over toward the sawhorse. She stood and he clamped her feet to the base, then her hands to the chains on the wall in front. She was bent over, spread, ready for a spanking. Instead, she felt the sting of a flog on her ass. She yelped, keeping her head down, and began to weep with the pain. He lashed her again, and the tears began to stream faster. Eight more shots later, she was in a full sob, her ass officially on fire. Her admired her red ass, then began to flog her back. She cried out with each flogging, the red marks along her skin etching a stinging line in her flesh. After ten strokes, he attached nipple clamps to each nipple, and stretched a wire from the clamps to loops against the wall to keep her tits secure. She sniveled in her predicament, afraid of what was to come. He stood before her and spoke. “Now, tell me, what should your punishment be, slut?” She was confused. He just gave her a savage punishment, and he didn’t think it was enough! Her mind raced, and she spoke. “Use me and abuse me any way you wish, Sir,” she said quietly, sniffing and gasping as she said it. “You will do whatever I demand?” “Yes, Sir.” “What would you stoop to do to show you are truly sorry for what you did?” She cringed. Having him humiliate her was one thing, for her to think of a way to humiliate her was different. “Anything, Sir.” “Give me an example, slut,” he said. There was no amusement in his voice. That terrified her. “I would... drink my own... piss, Sir,” she said. She had done it before for him, and she hoped that would be enough. “Oh, no. That’s nothing. Besides, you’ve already done that for me. Think of something else.” “I would... walk behind you in public, with a collar around my neck and you holding a lead.” He grinned, but shook his head. “No. Nothing public, yet. Try again.” She was relieved a bit that her grinned, and she could hear it in his voice. But she forced herself to think of a humiliating act to appease her Master. She stammered, and couldn’t think of anything. He sighed. “Keep thinking, slut. I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. Maybe then you’ll think of something.” He headed upstairs and shut the door. She sobbed quietly, bent over the sawhorse and needing to nurse the stings that had been laid across her body. ******************************************** He grabbed another beer and sat in his recliner. He was trying to calm down, watch some TV, relax a bit. After all it was the weekend and it was a good time to relax. He finished off a second beer and headed towards the fridge when the phone rang. He picked it up. It was Penny. “Whatcha doing stud?” she said playfully. Just hearing her voice made him smile. “Trying to calm down.” He explained the whole situation with work, and then continued to explain the Pam situation. She giggled on the phone. “I think you should make her babysit my grandmother as punishment while we play.” He laughed. “That would be suitable. But I’m afraid that won’t really be nice to your grandmother.” Penny giggled. “You should take her to a nightclub and let other men have their way with her.” He smiled and nodded. “That’s not a half bad idea. It’ll be tough finding one in this town, though.” He slid over in his chair to the computer and began to surf the local sites. “True. How about a church function? Take her to the Temple? Convert her to Mormon?” He laughed. She made his anger and worries fly away. “Don’t think the Mormons would appreciate that.” “You should fuck her all day and all night. Too bad you don’t have a machine.” Her idea was perfect. “Great, Pen. You nailed it. I’ll alternate the vibrators I have in her until she becomes tired of orgasms. You ever have that done to you? Is this experience speaking?” “Ha, you wish. Actually, there’s no such thing as becoming tired of orgasms.” He heard an older voice in the background. “Gotta run, hun,” she said. “Miss ya.” She hung up. ************************************** He headed downstairs, beer in hand, and found her whimpering in her position. He knew the clamps were beginning to ache, and reached down to unhook them. He took one of Pam’s nipples in his mouth and listened to her moan. She jumped at his touch, the rush of blood to the nipple making it ultra sensitive. He let her tit fall from his mouth and stood behind her. “I’ve found a punishment for you pet. Since you like to cum so much, I’m going to let you cum all night.” At first she was excited, but then became wary of what he meant. She felt the butt plug tug against her and then slide out of her ass.. She sighed with relief and pleasure, her ass stretched and open for him. Then she felt the vibrator slide into her pussy. It was off and filled her. She inhaled, loving the feeling, then felt it start vibrating inside of her. The she felt a strap slide around her waist, pressing a plastic feel against her pussy. He switched it on and she felt the vibrations on her clitoris. She sighed at the pleasure, frustrated and restrained. “Now, Pam, you may cum at any time. But you may not sleep. I will come down each hour to make sure you are enjoying yourself. If you are asleep, I will punish you. Cum as much as you can. Do you understand, pet?” “Yes, sir,” she answered. The vibrators were humming along, sending shivers down her spine. Her breathing became labored, and she knew she was near orgasm. She saw him move to stand in front of her, his cock at face level. “Suck on my cock now, pet. Don’t stop sucking, even if you cum.” She eagerly swallowed the tip of his cock, sucking on it, licking, tongue stroking the head. Then he forced the length of his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth long and slow, enjoying her ministrations to his cock. She began whimpering, shuddering. He knew she was going to climax, and ran his claws down her bare back. She bucked and jerked, cumming while sucking his cock. She didn’t miss a beat, sucking him, her mouth pussy receiving his thrusts expertly. Soon, he felt the heat build in his balls, and his cock was about to erupt. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her hair, and began shooting his cum over her face. She tried to lick up what she could, but his cum covered her eyes, forehead, lips, nose, and cheeks. Once done, he wiped himself off on her face, and let go of her hair. “Good pet, now I’ll be back in an hour,” he said, walking back upstairs. ********************************** The first orgasm was a relief, the second a wonder, and the third was a rolling wave of ecstasy that didn’t seem to stop for 15 minutes. The horse was soaked, and her leg had her honey dripping all the way to her ankle. He clit was numb, but her pussy was on fire. His cum had dried over her face, and she felt like a dirty slut, and loved it. He was abusing her in such lovely ways. She looked forward when she heard him come back downstairs. She heard him step behind her, and she became excited. The vibrators were switched off, and taken out of her pussy and from around her waist. He held the toys in front of her face. “Lick them clean, pet,” he commanded, and she eagerly complied. She sucked the vibrator into her mouth, wishing it was his cock. It felt so good to have him in her mouth, her needing him, her care to seek his pleasure. He removed it, and let her lick the second one clean. Her taste covered both, and she enjoyed pleasing him, cleaning his toys for later use. He walked around behind her and she felt a cold finger administer some lube to her ass. She moaned in excitement, and felt his finger slide in, administering the jelly, slithering it in and out of her ass. She quivered at his touch, her holes readily accepting him, his touch. She sighed when his finger left, and felt something long and artificial slide up her ass. She gasped, but it fit easily, the way prepared by the buttplug she obediently wore. Then she felt it hum, its power sending sparks along her nerves, making her shudder. Goosebumps crawled along her body, and she giggled, then moaned. ********************************** Two more climaxes rocked her, her ass providing exquisite tingling and a rolling climax that put her in Nirvana. When she came down, she felt sore, exhausted, and yet the vibrator in her ass was egging her on, driving her to newer heights of pleasure... or was it pain? Suddenly, she felt cold douse her body. She shivered, as the icy cold water covered her, jerking her back to reality. She had drifted off, and he decided to wake her up this way. Her head was spinning, and the vibrator in her ass was still going strong. At that point she felt him, his cock, his glorious member, slide into her pussy and start fucking her, using her like the toy she was. She quivered, moaning, the heat driving her, the fucking pushing her, the vibrations stimulating her. The double fucking was too much. She exploded in orgasm, screaming, her body crying out for rest, her libido crying out for more. She felt his cock slide out from her spasming pussy, replaced with a vibrator. She whimpered, wanting him. When it began to hum, she felt it, but missed his cock, his hips, his warmth. She began to weep. ********************************* Tears streaming down her face, one more orgasm rocked her. She shook, breathing, her pussy lips numb, her ass aching, the vibrations and humming more soothing, yet torturous. She drifted off again. ********************************* This continued all night, until 8 AM, when he came down, unhooked the vibrators, her ankles, her wrists. He carried her to her bed, laying her down and tucking her in. Her legs were sticky with her cum, her face sticky with his. She moaned as she was lain in bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. ********************************* That afternoon she was awakened by him bringing her breakfast. “How are you feeling after your punishment, pet?” he asked, laying the hand tray across her lap. She moaned as she ate her food. “I’m sore, dirty and tired, but I certainly learned my lesson.” She looked up at him. “That was very interesting, what you chose to punish me. What made you pick that?” He shrugged. “A little fairy told me.” With that he kissed her on the head. The rest of the day they spent together, shopping, talking, eating, but she was too sore for any other activities. She left that evening, promising never to disappoint him again, but a feeling in her stirred to hopefully take some revenge at some future point.