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Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 01

By: THIRDCOAST



Chapter One

It's 3:25 and I'm expecting my next client. He's a regular that I've been cutting his hair for about a month. He will be here at 3:30 on the dot. As usual I am nervous. My name is Amy. I'm 24, single and like almost everyone my age, I'm waiting for mister right to come in and sweep me off my feet.

I've been working at this parlor for about two years and not much goes on around here. I had resigned myself that all guys were after one thing and not what I was wanting or needing. That all changed the day that Mr. Kesler came in to get his hair cut.

It was four weeks ago today. I was working with my regular co-worker when he walked in the door. The door chime rang and in walked the man of any young woman's dreams. He's had to be in his mid 40's, about 6'4" tall with short brown hair with just a tinge of gray showing. He was wearing a nicely tailored suit and sunglasses. 

I nearly tripped over myself trying to get him signed in and led him back to my private room. This is an upscale salon, being that it was in a nice part of town. I had him sit in the chair and asked him what he was wanting today. When his crystal blue eyes met mine, it felt as though he saw right to my core. He saw the self conscious little girl, who couldn't seem to find what she wanted. I quickly averted my eyes and found myself looking at the ground. 

His deep baritone voice eased my anxiety. "Why don't we start with a hair cut." I looked back up to find him smiling.

I felt a tingle that started in my nipples and went straight to my nether region. This man really had me off balance. I placed the gown over him and lean him back in the chair to wash his hair. I lathered him up and was gently running my soapy hands through his hair. I looked down and noticed that he was staring at my breasts that were just inches away from his face. I have rather large nipples and they are usually in a constant state of arousal as I have had them pierced since my "goth" days. But now they were really aching. I started to rinse the soap from his hair and accidentally brushed one of my throbbing nipples across his face. OMG, I was totally embarrassed. What was I doing? I brought him forward and started toweling the excess water from his hair.

He noticed the redness and said, " you look lovely when you blush." 

I thought I was going to die right there. This man made me so nervous. How was I going to continue if I couldn't stay focused? 

"Thank you" I replied, totally mortified. "How would you like your cut?" I went on, trying to cover my nervousness.

He again looked deep in to my eyes and said, "off the collar and thinned on top."

I start combing and began cutting. My hands were steady but I was shaking inside. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in a few months or the fact that I felt he somehow knew my inner secrets. This man had some kind of power over me. How I knew that or why I felt this way was a mystery to me, but yet I knew he did.

He sat quietly, with his hand folded in his lap, while I finished cutting his hair. My sex was humming and my nipples were tingling. At some point while leaning in, I accidently bumped into elbow with my vulva. I could have cum from this little contact. It's all I can do to finish with his hair. This man had me so excited. I'm not sure if it was the embarrassment or some other magic powers he possessed. A moan must have escaped my lips as he made a comment.

"Are you alright? You seem on edge." he said.

"I feel like a school girl. I'm sorry. I won't make you pay for this cut." I say, trying to hide my embarrassment. 

He looks again into my eyes, "I tell you what, I pay for the haircut if you go for drinks with me."

I'm visibly shaken. "Sure, I get off in an two hours."

"Then I will have my driver pick you up at your place at say 6:00?" he says as he rises from my chair. 

He hands me a crisp $100 and tells me to keep the change. I write my address on the back of my card and hand it to him. "Please, I can't accept this, its too much."

He smiles as his eyes light up, "don't worry, I look at it as an investment. I'll see you soon, dress sexy for me tonight." With that he turns and leaves getting into the Mercedes that has been patiently waiting for him.

My heartbeat is racing, thinking of all that I have to do before 6:00. The rest of my shift was slow. As soon as I got home, I stripped and hopped into the shower. My thoughts were on Mr. Kesler, as I ran my hands over my soapy body, cupping my breasts, tickling my stiff nipples. I insert a finger into each ring and slowly twist them bringing a slow ache that sends a surge of electricity to my pussy. A low groan escapes and I send a hand down my stomach to my lips. A finger splits my slit, dipping into my wetness. I quickly let myself moaning Mr. Kesler's name.

After toweling off, I look through my closet for something to wear. I don't have many options so I end up picking my only real sexy dress. A basic black strapless number that comes to about mid thigh. I pick out a nice garter and panty combination and a pair my black stilettos.

When I finished, I look at myself in the mirror. "Oh Amy, I would fuck you." 

As I strap my heels on, I hear the doorbell. There is a nicely dressed man waiting and he escorts me to Mr. Kesler's Mercedes. I slip in trying not to show too much leg. The thought of being exposed does excite me. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. 

"Good evening Amy. My don't you look lovely." 

I attempt to pull on the hem of my dress as my face is flushed. "Thank you Mr. Kesler."

The flushing of my face is not the only reaction my body makes. My nipples are beaded and straining against the fabric of my dress. I also feel the slickness on my pussy. This man has some secret connection to my body. I'm afraid my panties will not hold all of my moisture.

He must be hearing what I'm thinking because he whispers in my ear, "slip your panties off and give them to me."

I look into the beautiful hazel eyes, then towards the driver in front. He's laughs, "Michael has been my driver for years. He is very discreet."

I pulled the hem of my dress up revealing my garters and the tops of my stockings. I slipped my fingers in and pulled my panties down and off. I handed them to Mr. Kesler. He pulled them to his face and inhaled deeply. I knew he could smell my arousal and a blushed again.

"You smell heavenly Amy, are you excited to be with me?"

The heat in my core was boiling over. "Yes Sir."

He placed his hand on my thigh and told the Michael where to go. As we rode, his hand moved up my leg until it was just at the edge of my pussy. I found myself clenching my legs, trying to get his hand to move closer. His teasing was driving me crazy. Finally his fingers grazed the lip of my moist folds. trailing a finger up through my wet lips, I gasped a short breath as my head went back. 

Taking the wetness from my core, his finger finds my swollen clit. He circles my bud softly around the edges, teasing me still. I let out a soft moan. Mr. Kesler's other hand goes to my breast, slipping under my dress, cupping my soft flesh. While his finger dances around my clitty, his hands squeeze my breast, and finding my nipple pebbled and aching. He takes my piercing and twirls it. I suck in a quick breath. I am teetering on the edge of an orgasm, lost in sweet bliss. I bit my lip and struggle closer to my climax. Just as I am about to reach that pinnacle, Mr. Kesler pulls his hands back.

"Uuhhhhh! I'm sorry Sir, did I do something wrong?" I ask, trying to hold my frustration to a minimum. 

"No my pet, just trying to keep your attention. Do you think that you've earn an orgasm yet?"

"No Sir, I guess not."

Chapter Two

We arrive at the restaurant and Michael gets out and opens the door for us. When I move to get out of the car I can't help but give him a flash of my wet and swollen pussy. His face is unreadable as I step out of the car. 

The place is lovely and romantic. The maitre d recognizes Mr. Kesler and we are quickly escorted to his table. It is in a quiet area with soft lighting and somewhat secluded. The waiter is there for our drink orders. After he leaves, his hands are on me again. His fingers move to my folds and he slips two fingers into me with such ease. I am flooding between my thighs. His thumb is teasing my clit as the waiter returns.

He pours our wine as Mr. Kesler's finger softly fuck my swollen hole. I try to keep my cool but my face is flushed and breathing ragged as Mr. Kesler tastes the wine and approves. The waiter pours us both a glass and asks for our dinner order. Mr. Kesler orders for us both and we are alone again. I am fluttering on the edge of my orgasm too. He removes his hand.

"Would you like to cum Amy?"

"Oh yes Sir, I would."

"Don't you think I should have the pleasure first?" 

With that he takes my hand pulls it to his lap and I feel his hard cock through his slacks. I squeeze the rather large lump. I have had a few men in school but this felt like the biggest cock I have ever had. 

"Of course Sir."

"Then slip down under this table and see that I'm well pleasured."

Now I'm not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing. I've had my experiences with guys who try to control me and it usually never worked. But this man had some kind of power over me. Some kind of magic that had me slipping under the table. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I reached into his shorts and removed his engorged cock. I ran my thumb over the bulbous head, catching the drop of pre-cum and smoothing it around the head. 

I could barely get my hand around the girth. Leaning forward from my knees, I wet my lips and took his large cock into my mouth. Laving my tongue around the crown as I took as much of his root into my mouth as I could. His hand guided my head down further as I strained to take more into my mouth. As the swollen head hit the back of my mouth, I relaxed my throat to take him down further. I tried to calm my breathing as Mr. Kesler pulled my head down on to his throbbing cock. 

I have always loved to give head. My previous boyfriends had benefited from my oral fetish but never had I been under a table at a fancy restaurant with a cock down my throat. But here I was and floating in ecstasy.

"Amy you're doing a great job. You may touch yourself but you're not to cum. Do you understand?"

I attempted to disengage and reply but his hands kept my mouth on his cock. "Yeth thir."

As my head continued to service Mr. Kesler's gorgeous cock, my hand slipped down between the folds of soaking wet pussy.

"MMmmfff" I moaned on his cock as I stuffed two fingers into my pussy.

His moan told me I was doing a good job. I could feel the engorged veins of his cock as my wet lips moved up and down his shaft. Swirling my tongue around the head then back down my throat. I forced myself down as far as I could go, taking as much of his cock as I could. His grunts told me he was nearing the end.

My fingers were working my pussy as my thumb rubbed the hard bud of my clit. His hand grasped my hair and guided the speed and depth of my mouth. His cock started to swell as I prepared to take his gift. At that moment, he thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in my throat. His cum rushed down my throat, wave after wave until he pulled out and rubbed some on my face.

I closed my eyes as he painted my face with his wetness. Then I took him back into my mouth a cleaned him thoroughly.before stuffing his still semi-hard cock back into his trousers. Then I moved back to my seat.

My face was flushed with arousal and slick with his moist cum. I used my wet fingers that had just been in my pussy to scoop his seed off my face and into my mouth. He leaned and softly kissed my forehead.

"That was a lovely skill you have there Amy. I look forward to use of it on many occasions."

"Thank you Sir, it was my pleasure."

I was just licking my fingers clean when our dinner arrived. I'm sure my hair was mussed and nipples were pressed against my dress aching to be touched. The waiter had a questioning look on his face but said nothing. After a wonderful meal and after dinner drinks, Mr. Kesler settled the bill and we were off for a drive around town. He left my panties on the table for the waiter. 

Chapter Three 

The evening was cool as I snuggled next to Mr. Kesler. With his arm around me, his strong hands cuddled me. I felt safe and secure. I still had not had my release and was wondering if my suffering would ever end tonight.

I moved my hand up his leg to find a nice lump in his trousers. Squeezing it, he let a low growl escape.

"So you wanting more fun my pet?"

Blushing as I peeked into his eyes. "If it pleases you Sir."

"It seems you were made to please me. Remove your dress Amy."

It was dark but I was still somewhat reluctant to be naked in his car. But when he unzipped my dress I slipped out of it and presented myself for Mr. Kesler in my garters and heels only. He had me sit across from him.

"Why don't you play with yourself my pet. Show me how excited you are to be with me tonight."

I cupped my breasts, squeezing them hard. Taking my nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Twirling my piercings, pulling them out away from my body. I'm not a real pain slut but I wanted to show Mr. Kesler that I would do anything for him, to please him.

My nipples are very sensitive and shuddered with this hard play. Sticking two fingers in my mouth, I wet them and ran them down between my breasts, down my abs to my my pussy. I let the fingers slip through the folds of my pussy. I pushed them deep inside as the rush of endorphins swept my body. Pinching my nipple while I jammed my fingers into my sloshing gash. I looked up and saw that Mr. Kesler was removing his hard cock. I licked my lips hoping I would get to taste him again.

"Turn and get on your hands and knees pet."

I did as I was told but was embarrassed as this had me almost side by side with Michael as he was driving. I'm sure that my flushed face got even redder. I could feel Mr. Kesler's hands on my ass as he gripped me. He rubbed his warm hard cock up and down the lips of my channel, slapping it with his engorged head. I was mewing and pushing back against his teasing.

SMACK SMACK

He gave a slap to each of my ass cheeks.

"Hold still, you will get your reward."

I attempted to not move. I could feel my channel clinching, waiting for something to fill it. I felt the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to my core. Still slick from all of the teasing, it slipped in a few inches. God I felt as though he would split me. But he was gentle and let me adjust to his girth. 

When he felt I was ready, he pushed into my pussy. Then squeezed my ass cheeks and brought me further down on his cock. Wow, I was so full. It took my breath away. He slowly pulled back, leaving just the head inside. I thought I was going to die from need.

Mr. Kesler grabbed my hips, "Are you ready to cum Amy? You must ask for permission."

"Oh yes Sir, please let this girl cum Sir, please!"

With that he rammed his throbbing shaft into me. His pace was without mercy. My pussy was being stretched and used for his pleasure, his purpose. I found myself pushing back, meeting his pounding. My breasts were jiggling with each thunderous thrust. I was so close to breaking in two, so close to losing all control.

"Come for me pet."

He grabbed my hair and pulled back. When that happened my eyes met Michael's in the rear view mirror and I lost myself. The wave of my orgasm washed me over the edge and broke apart into a million pieces, my eyes never leaving Michael's. 

Still working my pussy with long deep strokes, I feel his cock swell before his impending release. His need now my need, I clinch my channel milking his shaft. My pussy like my mouth earlier is sucking his cock, aching for his seed. Squeezing, milking, sucking, and needing. With that Mr. Kesler rams his cock to the deepest part of core, shooting wave after wave of pulsing hot spunk into my depths. This sends me over the edge once again as my eyes roll back into my head. 

Having my senses built up all evening, my world goes black. When I wake up Mr. Kesler is stroking my face and holding me close to him. I again feel protected and safe.

"Are you alright my pet? You worried me."

"Yes Sir, I guess it was just too much for me. I'm fine now."

I was fine, as good as I have ever felt in my life. The ride back to my house was only a few minutes away. I hated that our evening was already ending. I slipped my dress back on and straighten myself as we pulled into the driveway. We both got out and Mr. Kesler walked me to my door.

"Amy, I had a wonderful time. You were more than I could have ever hoped for and I have a proposition for you. My friends and I run a sort of institution of learning and think you would be natural for. It's a school for submissives. Training men and women to be submissives and/or slaves. You would be taught how to serve a Master or Mistress and become their property. Is that something that you would interested in?"

My eyes immediately went to the ground. My heart hurt that he was only thinking of making me someone else's slave. I wanted to serve him. I think I was about to cry when he lifted my chin with his finger.

"Why so sad little one?"

"I wanted to be yours Sir."

"My pet, I'm sorry. I thought that was a given. If you accept, you would be trained to be my slave."

"But Sir, I have known of your wedding ring all night. What would your wife think?"

He took my face in his strong hands, "Amy, my wife is one of my submissives. She has attended the Institute years ago. We have a very special arrangement."

"One of your submissives?"

"Yes, she is only one. I have three, my wife Chloe, Max our black bull stud, and you if you choose to attend the institute."

When my heart heard his words, my soul jumped for joy into his arms, holding him tight. His loving arms wrapped around me. I started this evening hoping for some kind of change in my life, maybe finding myself and now I find myself at a crossroads. Should I stay in my rutted ordinary life or leave and take another path.

Mr. Kesler put his hands on my shoulders and settled me down.

"Amy, I want you to take some time and think this through. Its a big thing to ask."

"I will Sir."

He bent and kissed me, his tongue delving in and owning my mouth. How could I not submit to this man. God he owned my body already.

"You have my card. Call me when you're ready my pet."

"I will Sir, and thank you for the lovely evening." 

To be continued...

Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 02



Chapter One

It's Friday afternoon. Three days since the night that has changed my life's direction. One of my hair clients, Mr. Kesler, has captured my soul and has offered to become my Master. His desire is for me to submit to an Institute for training, and on completion become one of his slaves. Mr. Kesler already has two other slaves, his wife Chloe, and a black bull stud name Max. 

Mr. Kesler is waiting for my decision but I knew the moment he left my door that night what my answer would be. He has captured my soul. My body knows no other song but his. My only hesitation is can I learn to share his love with others? Will his wife accept me as his slave? 

After work that night I called Mr. Kesler.

"Sir, this is Amy. I am ready to submit to your will. My only concern is for your wife and would she be accepting of me, as I am not sure of my ability to share your love."

There is silence as first then his deep baritone voice comes through the line, 

"Ah my pet, I think you will find that my wife is your greatest ally. Once you meet her I think your fears will be calmed. Tomorrow I will send Michael to pick you up and bring to my home. I want you to meet my submissives and you will give me your decision."

"Yes Sir. I will look forward to it. Good Night Sir."

I had a fitful night's sleep. My mind kept going over our first night's meeting. My body was yearning for Mr. Kesler's ministrations. I longed to touch myself and release this tension but remembered his command to not pleasure myself without permission.

I awoke unrested and drew a bath. I cleaned my body and prepared it for presentation for the man that I hoped would become my Master. I took great care in removing all body hair and to moisturize my skin. Standing in front of the mirror I looked at my body. Raised nipples, peaked to arousal. I pressed my hands against the glimmering rings that kept them in a hardened state.

I dressed in a flowery sun dress with only a pair of panties underneath. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail. I applied only light makeup so that I would be presentable to Mr. Kesler. When I had finished, the doorbell rang. 

It is Michael, Mr. Kesler's driver. He escorts me to the car and hands me an envelope. I slip my nail under the lip of the tab and open the note and read......

"I will be waiting for you in the penthouse suite at the Wilkerson Hotel. I live there with my submissives, my family. I hope that you will find it a warm and nurturing environment. PS. remove your panties before you leave my car."

Oh my god, I was on fire. Of course he would live in a penthouse. Who wouldn't if you were a billionaire? I looked and saw Michael looking to me through the rear view mirror. I just nodded. He smiled and drove on. 

I've known Mr. Kesler less than a week and here I was riding to meet him for the second time. My life has been lacking something for awhile. Is this what I was looking for? I know my body and soul have been captured by this man I barely know, but do I want to be his submissive, his slave? My body is clearly saying yes, but my heart is lagging behind. Is this the path that my life needs to take. I want it to be.

As we were about to pull up to the from of the Wilkerson Hotel, I slipped my panties off and gave them to Michael as he helped me from the vehicle. He smiled again and stuffed them into his coat pocket.

"Enjoy yourself Ma'am, suite #9100," he said, as he hands me the key card.

"Thank you Michael" I replied as I sauntered through the doors of the opulent Hotel.



Chapter Two



I take the private elevator up to the 9th floor. I'm staring at the door. My hands are shaking and my pulse is bounding so hard. I can feel it in my core. I take a deep breath and slip the key card in and push the door open. I hear soft classical music playing as I stroll into the sitting area. The lighting is dimmed and focused on the center of the room. Mr. Kesler is seated on the plush leather couch.

"Welcome Amy, please have a seat," as he points to the love seat across from him. "You look lovely tonight." He is blatantly eyeing me up and down. "What is it your looking for tonight? Fun, excitement, maybe even love?"

My mouth was dry, my nipples hard and the smell of my arousal was in my nostrils. I took a deep breath before answering him. 

"I'm not sure I know, maybe a little of all three. I just know there's something about how you make me feel, without even touching me. I feel that makes me feel free to open up to you."

He chuckles but not as if laughing at me, "that pleases me to know. Amy, I am a Dominant, and you're a submissive. I think we could have some fun together. I would like to enter into a contractual arrangement for you to be my submissive. Would you be interested in this kind of arrangement?" 

When he looks up at me, catching me looking at him, I'm frozen, unable to speak. 

"Amy, when I ask you a question directly, you're to use your words."

Hearing my name startles me from my trance, "yes."

"Yes, what Amy?" he asks.

"Yes SIr." I answer.

"Stand and move to the center of the room."

I move quickly to his command. Standing in the light. My nipples pebble as a chill runs through my body, responding to his command.

"Good girl, now remove your clothing."

Before he even finishes, I am unzipping my dress and it falls to the floor. Standing there naked and barefoot, I feel his eyes cover every inch of my body.

"Pick up your dress and lay it across the chair. Turn and place your hands behind your back."

As I turn, I hear a guttural sound. 

"Cup your breasts and present them to me Amy. What are they a full C or maybe D? The piercings are a plus."

"I'm a D Sir, thank you." 

My face and chest are flushed as my body warms under the lights, opr is it his gaze? I can't quite see him, but know that he is just on the fringe of the light, because I can hear his breathing and some sort of bell ringing, like a cat playing with it's toy.

"Pinch your nipples for me."

I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, before I pinch them. I feel my juices leaking from my pussy. I redden again, knowing he can see and smell my arousal.

"Turn and spread your legs."

I move slower because my knees are wobbly.

"Now bend and touch your ankles."

My hands run down my legs until they reach my ankles. My glistening lips spread like a flower. My clit is throbs and is peeking from under its hood. I am open to his gaze. I feel like I am close to an orgasm and I haven't even touched myself there.

As if reading my mind he says, "finger yourself for me."

I'm literally teetering on the edge here, "please Sir." 

My words come out as a moan, a request, a pleading. 

"I need you to touch me."

"Not yet my pet, but soon. I want to see you get yourself off first." 

His deep voice raspy now. 

"Pleasure yourself for me."

With his command, I slip a finger inside my folds. I feel so open and on display for him. I want to make him happy. Now I add a second finger. I hear the wetness to my channel, as my fingers go in and out. I graze my thumb nail across my clitty, as I moan. I ache to please him. My hand moves faster as I jam my fingers into my leaking pussy. I should be embarrassed here displaying myself, finger fucking myself to a man I've only just met. But this man owns my body and soul. His command of me is why I am here. My insides quiver, as I feel my first wave.

"Come for me Amy!"

My fingers are buried to the knuckle, as my core breaks into a million pieces. Wave after wave of spasms break over my body. A sheen of sweat covers my skin, my nipples tight on my gold rings and ache to touched by him. My fingers keep pounding into my channel. Thier sloshing note the depth of my orgasm. My juices flow readily to evidence my body's submission to his command.

"Oh Sir, thank you!" I struggle to remain upright.

As I slowly catch my breath and recover from a fantastic orgasm, he tells me to crawl over to him. I feel exposed and humiliated but oh so awake and alive. I feel my juices leaking down my thighs. I wiggle my butt suggestively. My nipples are tight and tingling. My clitoris is turgid as I crawl to his feet.

"Amy, you have pleased me. I want you to suck my cock and show me how much you want to be my submissive," he says with a throaty growl.

"Yes Sir!"

I move my trembling hands up his legs and squeeze the very large lump that has been pressing against his trousers. I fumble with his belt and quickly unzip his pants. He lifts his hips as I pull his pants down, freeing the large cock. Its not just the length, about ten inches, but how thick it was. My mouth and my pussy were watering.

He spread his legs as I move in, grasping the base with a hand. I ran my tongue under the large bulbous head. I heard him groan and the tinkling bell again, as my mouth slipped down on his cock. My lips were stretched wide as I slid down, trying to take as much as I could into my throat.

"That's it Amy, I want to feel my cock buried in the back of your throat." he said as the tinkling became louder in the background.

Not wanting to be distracted, I cupped his hefty balls and forced myself to take him down my throat, gagging as I did. I slowly twisted the hand at the base of his cock. My other hand his balls, as my head bobs up and down in his lap. He sure seemed to be enjoying my labors. His guttural sounds were getting louder, almost covering the bell that seem to be getting louder too.

Mr. Kesler's big thick cock was starting to swell in my mouth and I knew that he was about to cum so I started to swirl my tongue around his head, as ropes of thick cum start to erupt into my mouth. I swallowed gulp after gulp, until it slowly stopped. I still worked my mouth up and down slowly as I pumped my hand, milking his cock, to get all that he had. I can't get enough of him to satisfy me.

He puts his hand in my hair and pulled back. "That was lovely Amy, you are a great cock sucker, I'll find every occasion for you to do that."

His smile warms my heart. "Thank you Sir. It would be my pleasure to service you in any way I can."

Chapter Three



I have been with many men in my past. None of them moved me like Mr. Kesler. He made me feel comfortable with my body, with my sexuality. I knew from the moment I met him I would do anything for him. I'm sure most women and men probably felt the same way I did. This feeling was put to the test when he asked me to go make him a drink.

When I went to the bar I notice a woman kneeling in the corner of the room, just out of the low light. She is naked. Her legs are spread, her head down. I noticed that her hands were between her legs and a sheen of sweat was on her back.

I fixed his drink. Returning to him, I kneeled and handed him his drink. 

"Mr. Kesler, is that your wife in the corner?" I said as my face and chest flushed again.

"Yes my pet, that's Chloe, my wife, and my submissive. Today though, she was caught touching herself without my permission. So tonight she is here to beg yours and my forgiveness."

He turns her way, "Slut, come and present yourself!"

As soon as she turns, I recognize her as my Chloe from my salon. She's someone I have been doing her hair for a year now. I even give her a Brazilian wax every month or so. I smile and can hardly breath. She is gorgeous and only wearing a collar. I've always had a secret crush on her. She's my height, magnificently curvy body, with full hips and lovely breast, larger than mine. They aren't as pert as they once were, but slightly upturned and capped with the juiciest nipples you've ever seen. Her pussy is swollen and leaking down her thighs. She is obviously turned on.

She gracefully kneels beside me at his feet. 

While still looking down she says, "I'm Master's slut. It's a pleasure to see you again Amy."

I look at Mr. Kesler. His eyes are buried into mine. I must have a questioning look in my eyes.

"Tell Amy why we had to place you in the corner slut." he says in a commanding voice that startles me.

Chloe's eyes close, "Master caught me playing with his pussy without permission."

"And why were you playing with MY pussy slut?" he said in a stern voice.

"I was thinking about meeting Amy today and what you would do with her." she says as she sneaks a quick look to my face. We both are blushing.

"Have you ever been with another woman Amy?" he says as he turns to catch my eye.

Embarrassed, I lower my eyes, "I've tried a few times Sir."

"What about another couple?"

"No Sir, just a few of my girl friends in school."

"Would you like to tonight?" he says as I lift my eyes, first to him and then her.

" I would very much like that Sir." I say in a breathy tone.

"Well, first we have to get her punishment out of the way before we can move on, don't we slut?"

"Of course Sir," she replied.

"Then my slut, assume your position to receive punishment."

Chloe quickly turn and crawled to the center of the room, bending down and laid her head on the floor with her beautiful rear lifted high. Her back arched, and arms stretched forward. I was mesmerized by her grace. I couldn't believe how captivated I was with her body and manner. I noticed that the hood of her clit was pierced with a ring and small bell hung from it. That was the ringing that I heard earlier. She had been playing with herself while I was presenting to Mr. Kesler.

Her juices were flowing down her thigh, evidence of her arousal. There is a pungent odor of sex, that falls heavy in the room. Her Master had forced her to kneel in the corner, not able to see our play but only to hear it. She was allowed to play with herself but not cum without permission. Now she was on display for us, awaiting her punishment. 

Mr. Kesler stood and walked into the suite's bedroom. He returned shortly, having removed his clothes and bringing with him a leather flogger. He strode in like a Greek god, an Adonis, with his chiseled features, his broad shoulders, rippled abs, and strong legs. His cock was still semi erect, but still engorged and glistening with the wetness from having been in my mouth. He walked around Chloe, dragging the tips of the flogger along her skin. Teasing her flesh of what was to come. I could see her body shake in anticipation.

"Why are you receiving punishment slut?"

"Because I was playing with myself without permission Sir."

"I think ten lashes will be enough, don't you think slut?"

"Whatever you deem appropriate Sir."

With that he brought the flogger down on the cheek of her upturned ass with four quick strikes.

Swish. Swish. Swish. Swish.

"Thank you Sir."

Her ass quickly started turning a pretty shade of pink. I felt my own pussy start to leak. I like a little rough sex but this was something new to me and I was surprised that it excited me. I longed to feel Mr. Kesler's flogger on my skin. I wanted to touch myself but didn't, afraid that I would be next.

Mr. Kesler moved around and brought the flogger down again, this time on Chloe's back and shoulders. 

SWISH. SWISH. SWISH. SWISH.

She did not move but more fluids were coming from her folds. Did she enjoy this punishment? Could I come to enjoy it as well? 

Whimpering she moaned, "thank you Sir."

I sat back on my heels and squeezed my legs together. I could feel my core heating up and moisture leaking from lips. I could see that Chloe's labia was opening up like a flower, whose petals were moist with dew.

Mr. Kesler moved behind Chloe. "Whose pussy is this slut?"

"Yours Sir."

With that response he brought the tails of the flogger up sharply and connected directly to her splayed sex.

SWISH!

"Whose?"

She whimpered, "yours Sir!"

SWISH! 

Connecting with her wet and engorged pussy again.

With a controlled scream, "Thank you Sir!"

Mr. Kesler Leaned down and softly stroked Chloe's marked skin. His loving touch made her body tremble. His hand seemed to sooth her marks. He put his hand down between her legs, rubbing her wet folds. She whimpered as his hands touched where his flogger had just struck. His finger found her swollen clit. Her bell began ringing as his fingers stroked her bud. She was writhing with his ministrations. Mr. Kesler ran his fingers down her wet slit and then pushed two fingers into her channel. Chloe pushed back, meeting his offering. Her breasts still pressed to the cool floor. Her hardened nipples, abrading with her every movement. Her breathing had quickened, as she pushed back against his hand. Just as she appeared to reach climax he stopped and removed his fingers. She said nothing, only a whimper was heard.

Mr. Kesler moved over to the table and laid down the flogger, picked up his drink, and came back to sit down in his chair. 

"Now slut, kneel up. Do you have anything else that needs to be said?"

Chloe moved back between us in a kneeling position, legs spread, head down, and her hands turned up on her thighs.

"Yes Sir. I would like to beg for yours and Amy's forgiveness for touching myself and having to be punished."

"Very good slut." Turning to me he said, "Amy, do you accept my slut's apology?"

I wasn't sure what to say, "Yes Sir."

"Good, then I would like to watch you two kiss and make up. Lets move to the bedroom."

Chapter Four



Chloe took me in hand and led us to the bedroom. At the edge of the bed she turned and kiss me. I've always been attracted to Chloe ever since I first started cutting her hair. This was like the biggest dream come true. Her lips were soft and warm. Her hand cupped my breast as our tongues danced. I reached down and squeezed soft, and now tender butt. this caused a quick intake of breath from her.

"I'm sorry I forgot," I said without ending the kiss.

"It's alright. I love the pain. It only stimulates me more. I've long for this might for a long time."

She gently tweaked my nipple before kissing her way down to the hard bud. Taking it into her warm mouth, she gently tugged on my piercing while looking up into my eyes. She kissed her way over to the other nipples not wanting to have it neglected.

My breath hitched as I felt the heat all the way to my core. I looked at Mr. Kesler, sitting in a comfortable chair next to the four poster bed. I saw that his cock was hard again.

"Slut, I want you to show Amy how sorry you are", he said in his commanding voice.

Chloe moved me onto the bed. I laid back with my head propped up on my elbows. Chloe followed me onto the bed. She kissed my feet and slowly moved up each leg planting wet kisses. Her wet lips moved up my thigh nearing my swollen folds. Her fingers slipped between my wet lips to find my erect clit as she placed kisses on my inner thigh. She lightly kissed her way around my pussy until she took one of my swollen labia into her mouth. Some kind of electric shock went from my core to my hardened nipples. My head fell back and my back arched. Her soft lips were pushing me closer to the edge.

She slipped a finger inside me as she sucked and pulled my lips into her hot mouth. I was on fire and felt my hips rise off the bed. Her tongue moved to make circles around my hardened bud. She added another finger and started working them in and out of slick hole.

I looked over to Mr. Kesler and saw him stroking his hard cock while watching his wife pleasure me. I reached for my breasts and squeezed them for his pleasure. Taking my pebbled nipples between my finger and thumbs, I rolled them and pulled them away from my body. A soft moan escaped my parted lips as Chloe began to finger fuck my leaking pussy.

I never took my eyes off of Mr. Kesler as my hips are rising to meet her thrusts as she curls her fingers to caress my G spot. Her tongue swirled around my clit. I feel the wave of my next orgasm start to roll over my body as the sensations overwhelm me. 




Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 02



"Sir may I cum?"

I'm writhing, hanging on his answer. I am holding back but my core is burning as Chloe finger fucks me, sucking my swollen clity into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the turgid bud. I feel like maybe she wants me to cum without permission. But with MR. Kesler's next words, I am saved.

"Cum for me my pet."

Her fingers and mouth switch places. Her fingers rub my clit as my spasms break over my pussy and I cum into Chloe's waiting mouth. She takes long licks up and down my slick channel, pushing her tongue deep inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure crash over me as I writhe on the bed. I see white flashes in my eyes like lightning as my body breaks into a million pieces, floating on some cloud suspended on air. Chloe is still tonguing my folds. Licking up the juices leaking from my quim.

Mr. Kesler rises and moves over to us as I slowly come down from my orgasm. He moves Chloe over and takes his place between my thighs. Chloe bends without being told and takes his cock into her mouth, sucking his massive tool into her warm wet mouth, still slick from my saliva. He grabs her ponytail and forces her head down to the base of his cock. She takes him to the root without gagging as I hear his moan. He guides her head up and down on his cock until he pulls her off and places the purple head of his penis against the wet lips of my pussy.

He rubs my slick lips with the massive head, slapping it down onto my swollen clit. His eyes meet mine as I start to beg.

"Please Sir, take me!"

His swollen and hard cock presses into my wet folds, into my warm channel. Slipping in without much resistance. He takes me slowly, pushing to the depths of my core. My slick lips stretch to accommodate his large tool, while Chloe moves up to kiss me. Sharing their love with me is more than I can take as my body moves towards yet another orgasm. This is more than I could have ever wished for.

Mr. Kesler starts rutting my pussy with more force, as my hips rise to meet his. Pounding my body with every thrust. Chloe's lips possess my mouth, as I moan into her. I reach down between her legs and cups her warm pussy. She is as wet as I am and kisses me that much harder.

I feel so full as that big cock takes what it wants. Chloe breaks our kiss and moves down to take my nipple into her mouth. I feel her teeth take my hard bud as she bites down sending white hot shot to my core.I am feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as they send me closer to completion. Mr. Kesler pulls out his cock. I moan with longing as my cunt feels lost without his thick shaft. She takes his wet cock into her mouth, cleaning my juices off of his hard tool before he pulls it out with pop and rams it back into my waiting slit.

"Thank you Sir", I moan as I plunge two fingers into Chloe's pussy.

"Sir, may your pet cum?"

I feel my orgasm coming as I hear Chloe ask for permission to cum too.

"You may both cum for me." he says as his cock hits the base of my core. Each thrust bumping my G-spot. 

We both start losing control and scream our shared orgasm. My pussy spasms squeeze and clamp down on the hard cock of Mr. Kesler. This sends him over the edge as we all cum in a sweaty heap of writhing bodies. This is something I've never felt before. My body is lost somewhere, reacting to the stimuli. I feel my pussy milking his cock as I slowly come down from my climax. Chloe's pussy is doing the same to my fingers that are still lodged deep within her folds. Her warm juices covering my hand and leaking down her thighs and my arm.

Mr. Kesler's cock slowly slips from my swollen lips as he lays between us. Ours arms and legs are intertwined. As we catch our breath, our hands stroke each others bodies. My bones feel like rubber, sweat glistening from our bodies as our breathing slows and our heartbeats return to a normal shared rhythm.

Chloe is the first to move and take Mr. Kesler's semi hard cock into her mouth. I move as well, to share in this act of servitude. We clean our shared juices and mix a few kisses as Chloe and I take turns caring for Mr. Kesler's beautiful cock. 

Sharing Mr. Kesler was easier than I thought it would be. Having known Chloe and realizing that it was her that initiated this union, has calmed my fears of becoming Mr. Kesler's next submissive. It was a warm and tender moment that I hope would changed my life forever. Now all I have to do is to meet Max, their black bull stud. My slutty pussy tingles with the thought.

To be continued......



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 03



Chapter One

I awoke first in the morning to find our bodies intertwined. I hadn't planned on staying over but was exhausted after my second meeting with Mr. Kesler and the first time with his wife and submissive Chloe. Chloe I found out, was the one who had initiated Mr. Kesler to come to the hair salon where I work. I've been doing Chloe's hair for over a year and I guess she has the hots for me and sent her Dominant husband to brooch me with becoming his submissive. I'm not new to the role playing. I've been tied up and spanked by several lovers, but I have never been truly immersed in the lifestyle that is BDSM.

The hierarchy is Mr. Kesler as the Dominant, Chloe as his wife and submissive, Max their black bull slave (whom I haven't met yet), and me as their newest submissive or slave. I suppose that Max and I are on the same level. My acceptance as their submissive is dependant on me completing training at Mr. Kesler's Institute. They train men and women to become proper submissives and slaves. I'm looking forward to attending soon.

As I stretch in the bed, Chloe also stirs. She crawls over Mr. Kesler to give me a kiss. Her hand caresses my face as her tongue delves into my mouth. My sex tingles with desire even as my feelings are slowed from the overwhelming sex we all shared last night. Our kissing has stirred Mr. Kesler as he runs his hands down our backs to cup our asses. He gives us both a soft pat and we both break our kiss and give a yelp.

"Good morning Sir" we both say like we were twins. 

"Yes indeed it is a good morning ladies. I trust you slept as well as I did."

We both nod in unison.

"Chloe, why don't you fix us some breakfast and I will contact Max about meeting with us later today," Mr. Kesler says as he rises from the bed.

His cock is hard with morning wood, maybe from the stimulation of seeing Chloe and I kissing. My body reacts to seeing his. He is an Adonis and he makes my body sing. I feel my nipples harden as my pussy begins to wet. Chloe has bounded naked out of bed and is off to the kitchen. I moved to Mr. Kesler and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. I hold him tight as one of my hands slowly moves down his six pack abs, through his neatly trimmed pubic hair, to the root of his erect cock. He growls as I try and wrap my hand around his thick root.

"Sir, this girl would love to service your cock this morning. My mouth waters to taste you again. Please let me quench my desires with yours."

"Ah my pet, you seem to have my desires ahead of yours. That is a good sign and one that should be rewarded. Yes, you may kneel and service my cock."

I gracefully fall to my knees in front of him. My legs spread wide, hands placed upon my thighs. I look up only as high as Mr. Kesler's cock. As I move forward, I wet my lips and take the bulbous head into my mouth. Licking his salty pre-cum as I swirl my tongue around the head. My hands go to hold the shaft...

"No hands my pet, only your sweet mouth. Lock your arms behind your back, arch your back to present those lovely tits of yours"

"Yes Sir."

I move to his command and look up into his hazel eyes as I press my mouth down his throbbing cock. My lips feel each vein and cord of his thick rod. I press down to try and take his whole length but it hits the back of my throat. I work to not gag but this triggers my saliva glands and when I come up for air a thick strand of spittle comes with me. I slurp it up as I go back down on his cock. I try and keep my eyes on his, as I take his throbbing cock down my throat.

He grabs a fistfull of my hair and works to set his pace. This causes my already wet pussy to release another wave of juices to leak down my thighs. Mr. Kesler forces me down on his cock, working me up and down its length. I hear groans that he is enjoying my mouth and this makes me moan on his cock. His need becomes more urgent and he grabs my head with both of his strong hands and begins to fuck my mouth as if it were my weeping pussy. 

I've never been used before in this fashion and I'm struck by the passion that it instills in my body. He holds my head still as he thrusts his throbbing member deep down my throat. My moans of pleasure become choked gurgles as he uses me for his pleasure. My breast sway and slap into each other. My turgid nipples sing with delight as they are abraded against his muscular thighs. My juices are flowing down my thighs like some slut in a darkened movie theater giving out blow jobs to any takers.

I start to really groan as I feel my core reach the beginnings of an orgasm. I have not touched myself but feel that I may cum just from having this man's cock in my mouth. The thought only goes to confirm my belief that this is my true path. Just when I think I can't hold out...

"Cum for me my pet."

While he is still throat fucking me, I crash over the edge as the spasms come in spastic waves, rocking me to my infernal core. My pussy juices flood, as I feel the warm wet slickness dribble down my thighs. I struggle to stay focused on his cock as I feel it swell and his thrusts became more earnest. His growls and grunts signal that his cum is near. 

"Stick out that lovely tongue of yours."

I quickly open my mouth wide and stick my tongue and cup it. Mr. Kesler fists his throbbing cock with one hand as he holds my hair in the other. He aims the head of his cock to my mouth as the jets of cum are sent into my mouth and onto my waiting tongue. Ropes and ropes of his thick cum cover my tongue and dribbles down my chin and onto my breasts.

"Hold my cum there my pet. My do you have some oral skills and you came just from servicing cock. I'm impressed." 

I stay as I am, back arched, tongue out with Mr. Kesler's cum cupped on it. Some had escaped and was dribbling down my face and breasts. I continue to kneel there waiting for his next command as Chloe comes bouncing back from the kitchen.

"UUuummm, did I miss some fun? Oh Amy you look lovely. Master, may Amy and I share your cum?"

"Yes, you may."

Chloe kneels next to me and start cleaning Mr. Kesler's cum from my face. She moves down and licks my breasts, stopping only to suck on my erect nipples. I struggle to hold his cum on my tongue because of her ministrations. But she moves back to my face and takes my tongue into her mouth as we share her Master's cum. Our tongues swirl around mixing the sticky salty fluids. We break and turn to the still hardened cock and bath it with our tongues. Cleaning the thick rod of any more juices. Chloe takes it into her mouth and sucks it dry, popping her mouth a couple of times as she breaks the suction. I lean in and lick his balls.

"Ok, that's enough. We'll never eat breakfast if you two start this again," he says with a smile and he turns to go to the restroom. Chloe and I get up and go into the kitchen hand in hand.

Chapter Two

While Chloe and I are almost finished cleaning the dishes and table when Mr. Kesler comes in wearing an old pair of button fly jeans with the top button open, leaving a trail of hair disappearing into the open V of his jeans. Chloe and I are still naked except for Chloe's collar. He grabs a piece of toast and a few strips of bacon and makes a quick sandwich.

"I called Max and he said he would be able to get us into his shop this evening. He's looking forward to meeting you Amy."

"I am very excited to meet him as well Sir. What kind of shop does he work at?"

Chloe hugs me and says, "he owns a tattoo and piercing shop out on the Island. Oh Master, please let me get my nipples pierced like Amy's. Please, Please, Please, Please?"

Chloe leans in and sucks my left nipples into her mouth, taking my nipples ring in her teeth and pulling it away from me, as she looks up to her Master with puppy dog eyes..

Still pleading, "we can be twins Master."

Mr. Kesler moves to us and reaches down between my thighs and cups my warm sex.

"Maybe Amy would be agreeable to getting her clit hood pierced to match you too."

Feeling as if I am held in the palm of his hand I answer, "I would love to have a hood piercing Sir. I've been wanting one for years but have been afraid to get one by myself."

We all hug as Mr. Kesler bends and gives us each a kiss on the tops of our head. Slapping our asses, he sends us off to shower and clean up. while he eats and reads the paper.

Chloe starts the water for our shower. Their bathroom is as big as my condo with a large four person spa tub and the huge walk in shower with multiple jets and several areas for seating. We first get in and wet ourselves down, then I grab the shampoo and lather up Chloe's hair. After rinsing she returns the favor. Then we each grab the soap and lather each other up. Our bodies come together. Breast to breast we wash last night's and this morning's sex from our bodies. Not feeling the least bit over sexed we both are lavishing soft kisses to each other's body. 

Being that I have already cum this morning, I drop to my knees. I place a kiss inside the hip bone of Chloe and trail my way to her mons. Her pussy is hairless like mine but is completely free of any hair because I give her regular Brazilian waxes at my salon. She raises a leg and places it on one of the benches, giving me better access to her slick folds. I flick my tongue on her hood ring. This elicits a deep guttural moan. I continue to swirl the ring coaxing her clitty out. Then I move to her soft wet labia and take one into my mouth and suck. Pulling it away from her body. Her hand move through my wet hair. I switch to her other fold and gently bite.

"Oh Amy, that feels so good. Don't stop. Lick me baby."

With this encouragement, my tongue goes from the bottom of her leaking folds to the front. Stopping and sucking her now engorged clit into my mouth. My lips hold the bud as my tongue lavishes soft licks across her sensitive area. Her moaning grows louder as her hands push me into her sex. I run two fingers through her sopping lips. Wetting them before pushing them slowly into her pussy. I push them deeper and because of her copious secretions, easily sink them to the knuckle. My tongue is still dancing with her clitty, while my lips rub her ring. I work my fingers faster, curling them to contact the spongy wall of her G-spot. 

"Right there baby. That feels so goooooood. Master may your slut cum?" she yells as I never stop fingering her.

We both hear Mr. Kesler give her permission from the kitchen, as she holds my face to her spasming pussy. I move my mouth down with my fingers and try to catch her fluids as I feel the quakes and spasms of her channel on my fingers. To my surprise, a hard stream of fluid splashes on my waiting tongue and face. At first I think that she has accidentally peed on me. But it doesn't taste like urine. I've heard of female ejaculation but never witnessed it. Chloe is still shuddering as I continue to lick her folds clean.

She leans down and lifts me up to her arms and gives me a big hug. Kissing me on my face and neck. We rinse off and grab a towel to dry off. 

Smiling..."My god Chloe, I think you came in my mouth."

"I'm sorry, I should have given you some kind of warning, but I was so lost and couldn't get any words out. I don't do that very often unless I'm very aroused and horny. You definitely arouse me."

"No it was great. I never seen it happen before. I loved it."

Mr. Kesler comes in to check on us and ushers us out the bathroom to get dressed. He has laid out something for each of us to wear. Chloe has a little "school girl" white button up blouse and plaid skirt with knee high socks and shoes. I have a yellow halter top and green mini skirt with sandals. Neither of us had underwear set out, so I guess that must be a rule.

Chloe looked so sexy. Her white blouse barely buttoned and you could clearly see her areola through the thin fabric. Her nipples were pressing out to evidence her arousal. Her cute little skirt was very short. I could tell that she would have to be mindful if she didn't want to show the world her cunny. She wore her silver collar with a medium O-ring in front. I wondered if she wears it out much because I had only previous seen her with a choker type necklace on in my salon. 

My attire was just as revealing. My halter top left my belly exposed and cradled my breasts up. but it left nothing to the imagination. My areola and nipple rings were clearly visible through the thin yellow material. The halter split up the middle to show off my ample cleavage and showed a lot of side boobage too. The mini skirt was very short. I don't usually wear this kind of revealing clothing but did not say a word to displease Mr. Kesler. The cool air rushing between my thighs had my clitoris already peeking from my folds.

Mr. Kesler had his jeans with a nice black t-shirt and black hiking boots on. He filled out his clothing well. It was the first time I've seen him in casual wear, as he is always dressed to nines at my salon. 

"Well don't both you girls look good enough to eat?"

We both blushed and went to hug him. Then he led us out the door into the elevator. Michael had the car waiting as we came out of the lobby.

"Good morning Sir, Ma'am, and Miss Amy."

He shut the door and we were on our way to the island to meet Max.

Chapter Three

The drive to the island was a short one. That was good because I was beginning to get anxious about meeting Max. I've always kind of had a fantasy about being with a black man. Mr. Kesler was sitting and reading the paper, while Chloe sat near me holding my hand. When were pulling up to Max's place she gave my hand a warm squeeze.

"You're going to love Max. He's the sweetest man."

I could only smile I was so nervous. Mr. Kesler led us into the back of the shop and found a very large black man just finishing up with a customer.He waved to us and told Mr. Kesler that he would be right with us and to make ourselves comfortable. He must have been about 6' tall with a huge muscular body (but not freakish). He had the biggest smile I've ever seen on a person and it was so infectious that I found myself smiling from across the room.

When he had finished the last client, he locked the front door and came back to where we were. He had removed all of his clothes and was wearing only a very worn black leather collar with a simple O-ring. While he was very large in the body department, I could only describe his cock as gigantic. It was only flaccid and hung down about 8" and was nearly as big around as a coke can. Max came to the center of the area and kneeled prostrate in front of Mr. Kesler and Chloe.

"Thank you Master K. Thank you Mistress, for gracing me with your presence. I long to serve you in any way I can."

"Stand slave and let me introduce you to Amy."

He rose and offered a very large hand to me. He was an imposing man because of his size. I couldn't take my eyes off his penis. I could feel the tingling in my core as he approached me. He towered over me and I could understand the term bull stud. I felt like a meek little lamb as he took my hand. I would have run like a scared rabbit if were not for his big smile.

"Hello Amy, its wonderful to finally meet you. Mistress has been talking about you for months and I'm glad that she's convinced Master K to take you into our family."

He kissed my hand sweetly and asked what we were getting done today. Chloe was the first to jump and say the she was finally getting her nipples pierced and that I was going to have my clitoral hood done. Mr. Kesler ordered us to remove our clothing. Max showed where to sit. Chloe and I were in two barber's chairs next to each other. 

Max brought everything needed for our piercings and started with Chloe. Mr. Kesler had me stimulate her nipples which quickly pebbled as I rolled each between my thumb and forefingers. I leaned in and took each nipple into my mouth. Chloe's has the largest nipples I've ever seen. They will look even more lovely with rings in them.

Max worked very fast and in no time at all Chloe was finished and two perfectly placed stud horizontally in each nipple. He then turned to me and had me sit in his chair. I thought that Chloe would be returning the favor with stimulating my clit but Max dropped to knees in front of me and slowly kissed up my thighs to where my labia was already flowering to greet him. He softly licked from the base of my folds up to where my clitoris was. Then gently took the sensitive bud in his lips and swirled his warm tongue around it. 

This was definitely getting me aroused. Then he released and opened his mouth to an "O" shape and breathed hot air on my engorged clitty. It felt so wonderful. Then he pursed his lips and blew cool air across it. This blew my mind and felt that I was on the verge of an orgasm. I put my hands of his shaved head, pulling him closer until Mr. Kesler stopped him and told him to get this done.

Max prepped me and without much more pain the getting my ears pierced, I had a beautiful vertical hood piercing. Chloe told him to put a curved barbell with a large bead on one end. I could feel the bead rubbing against my clitoris already. 

"Well girls I think that Max needs some kind of show of appreciation for his skilled work."

Chloe was still sitting in her barber chair and quickly spread her legs and started rubbing the wet folds of her pussy. Max's cock was already showing sign of getting harder. It was about 11" or 12" now and much thicker than before. 

"Come here slave and give your Mistress that big black cock."

He walked over to her chair, bent to kiss her pussy, then grabbing his cock and stroking it a few times, rubbing up and down Chloe's sopping wet channel. Then placing the large bulbous head at her entrance and slowly pressed inward, allowing for her to accept his thick cock. Chloe's head went back as his swollen meat stretched her opening and sank into her depths. Max moved slowly, feeding more and more of his throbbing cock with each stroke. It glistened with Chloe's juices. 

I was squeezing my legs together and felt my bead rubbing against my engorged clit. My nipples were growing harder and when they pebbled the rings lift up and out. I ran my hand over them and looped a finger in each and gave them a twill. I bit my lower lip and I watch Max increase his thrusts into Chloe's well used pussy. Her breasts were bouncing and wobbling with each thrust. She cupped them and softly touched her new barbells, invoking a low guttural moan signalling her impending climax. 

"Master my your slut cum?"

"You may."

With that Chloe broke over the ledge as Max continued to work his thick shaft into her slick channel. His fingers were gently rubbing her clitty. His grunting was animal like and sounded much like the snort of a mad bull. Chloe was flooding the chair as her love fluids were dripping down her thighs. Max's gigantic cock seemed to be forcing her juices out with solid thrust..

Mr. Kesler pointed to a place next to Max, "kneel my pet."

Startled by his command because I was lost watching Max's blood engorged cock pound Chloe's well used cunt. I quickly fell to my knees at Max's feet. I spread my legs apart and locked my arms behind my back like Mr. Kesler had instructed me earlier this morning. Arching my back, thrusting my breasts out, and offering my open mouth and tongue to Max's cum covered cock. He withdrew from Chloe's cunt with an audible pop and turned feed his wet shaft to me. The giant head stretched my lips to the fullest. I could only get a few inches into my mouth. There was hardly any room for my tongue to move. He removed it and rubbed it over my face, smearing Chloe's juices on me. I used my tongue to work up and down on the glistening glands of his shaft, licking her cum off of him. I opened my mouth and took him in my mouth again. This time I was able to get more down my throat. I could feel his spongy head hit the base of my throat and he still had 5" or 6" to go. I always been able to deepthroat most men but this one would take some more practicing.




Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 03



Max placed his hand on my head and began to work me back and forth on his cock. Slowly at first then he picked up the pace. As much as I love giving head, this big black cock was rocking my world like no other before. With the stimulation from my new piercing and Max face fucking me with his giant cock, it was all sending me over the edge.

"MMmmmfff I cuuummmmfff Sirrrrrrr," I try to say around his cock.

"You have permission to cum my pet."

And I broke into a million pieces as Max worked his cock in and out of my throat. His moans became louder as he witnessed my orgasm from sucking his cock. I moved my hands to cup his heavy sack and shaft as I worked my lips back and forth on his rod. It started to swell before erupting with thick ropes of sticky cum. There was no way I could catch all of his copious fluids, so much of it ended up on my face, hair and dripping down my chin to my still heaving breasts. 

Chloe got down beside me and we shared his gooey juices as she licked them from my face and softly kissed me. When we broke our embrace, I went to scooped up the cum that had spilled onto my breasts but was stopped by Chloe.

"Slave, bend and clean your mess."

Max dropped to his knees and started licking his own cum from my breasts. His large hand cupped and lifted my heavy boobs as his tongue swirled around cleaning them. He took my right nipple into his mouth and softly teethed it while swirling his tongue on the ring. Then doing the same for my other. When he finished he cupped my face and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. I felt a small spasm in my core when his mouth captured mine. I could not wait to have his throbbing cock in my dripping cunt. I was so chrushing on this big black man,

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 04



Chapter One

It has been a few weeks since I've seen Mr. Kesler, Chloe, or Max. I'm hoping that Mr. Kesler will allow me to become part of their BDSM family. He is the lead Dominant, while Chloe is his wife and submissive and Max is their black bull slave.

This morning when I woke. I was doing some cleaning around the house. Mr. Kesler has me naked when at home, along with a simple pink latex "training" collar. He says that it is a symbol of his commitment to me for my training and my commitment to him to learn what it is to be his submissive or slave.

Mr. Kesler informed me about the difference between a submissive and a slave. According to what he told me a submissive simply put is someone who has set limits and has negotiated their relationship with their Dominant. Simply put a slave has given up her will to the limits set by the Dominant until such time as the slave asks for release or is released by his/her Master. 

I'm still on the fence as to which I'd rather be. I am very submissive sexually and in most everyday situations. But the thought of giving up all control and power to Mr. Kesler is very alluring. I know that he can provide for me, and I would have the support of Chloe and Max. But for now I'm just a submissive in training until I can get into Mr. Kesler's Institution to learn to be a submissive/slave.

After sitting down for a snack at lunch. I get a text message from Mr. Kesler.

"Amy, I'm sending you a gift package and you should be receiving it today by special post. I want you to answer the door in just your collar."

I text him back that I understood his command. Several hours later my doorbell rings and I peek out the window to see that its the UPS guy. I take a deep breath and open the door, naked as the day I was born except for my collar. He is startled at first but gives me a smile and is giving me the once over as I sign for the package.

"Thank you Sir."

"You're very welcome young lady."

I think he was waiting for me to offer some kind of sexual favor as a tip but Mr. Kesler did not specify this in his instructions. So I do not offer, although I would loved to had fallen to my knees on my porch and sucked his cock. (I'm becoming such a cum whore)

Returning to the den, I open my package to find what looks like a medium sized butt plug and some genital jewelry. I text Mr. Kesler that I have received my package and await my next instructions.

A few minutes later my phone goes off.

"Great. The first item is a Butt plug. I want you to apply the lube that is with it and insert it for a few hours today to get used to the feeling of it. Tomorrow I want you to wear it to work under your clothes. The second and third items are jewelery. One is a chain that attaches to your nipple rings and hangs down between your breasts. The other is a bauble that clips onto your hood piercing and along your labia. All three of these will stimulate you throughout the day until I see at 3:30 for my usual hair appointment."

I text him back that I understand his wishes and look forward to seeing him tomorrow.

I take my new toys and head to my bathroom. I lay them out on the counter and grab the lube and squirt some on my finger and apply it to my pucker hole. Mr. Kesler has been talking about adding my asshole for use. I have had some finger play before but never anything larger but I'm excited. I push my finger in and work the lube around then add another finger. When I feel that I am relaxed enough I lube the plug well and press it against my rosette. Slowly it slips in. I have to press back against it until it "pops" in and is seated in my tight hole. 

When I straighten up, I really feel full. I'm not sure I could function for a whole day with this phallus inside my ass. I decide to move on and hope that the jewelry will provide a pleasant distraction. I first attach the clippy thing over my hood piercing and onto my now swollen labia folds. Its a nice fit, not too tight but very noticeable. There is a little string of beads that hang from the end of each clip that sway as I move. The last piece is the chain the hooks on each of my nipple rings. It was very simple and easy to attach. Its has some weight to it. So when I move around it can really get to moving.

I leave the bathroom and start to walk around my condo for a bit. The sensations are driving me crazy. Within about 30 minutes I am a walking time bomb ready to explode. I go back to the bathroom and take a few pictures of my new toys and send them to Mr. Kesler. I also attach a text...

"Sir, please let your slut cum. These new toys have me wound up like a top."

I get nothing back and finally resign myself that Mr. Kesler wants me to suffer for his pleasure. I'm now thankful that I had gotten my chores done earlier in the day. I now sit on my couch reading a book about the BDSM lifestyle that Mr. Kesler has assigned me to read. Even sitting as still as possible every little move stimulates me and having me wanting to fly.

It was getting to be around 6:00 and I was thinking I had done enough hours of the toys that I could remove them now. When my phone goes off...

"You look lovely Amy. How does the plug and jewelry feel?"

I quickly text back my reply and ask again if I could be allowed to cum.

Aaaaaaand silence. (pouts)

I sat there thinking if I had done something wrong. Then it hit me like a brick and I quickly texted Mr. Kesler back.

"Sir, this slut is very sorry for not thanking you for the gifts and for using my body for your pleasure. Please forgive and bestow any punishment that you would see fit for this humble slut."

"Very good Amy, while you did forget to give your thanks for my time and care. You were attentive enough to know that something was wrong and that you needed to correct this. Your punishment is that you will not be allowed to orgasm until I see you tomorrow at my appointment. Good Night my pet."

For the love of god. At least I can remove them for now but I am so worked up I decide to take a cold shower. I go back to reading my book and do eventually cool down before bed.

Chapter Two

In the morning I'm showered and have done all of my submissive care, ie... remove all body hair, make sure that my collar is clean and presentable, and that Mr. Kesler's jewelry is on properly, and that his butt plug is fully seated into my ass. Mr. Kesler has been instructing me on what to wear each day. Today I wearing a cute jean skirt that comes to about mid-thigh. My blouse is an off the shoulder Mexican peasant thingy. It is loose and flowing and with my shoulders bare, it accentuates my collar, as well as, hiding today's jewelry. Finishing up with cute knee socks and jellies.There are no panties or bra. My breasts are kind of large to be going around without a bra, but I have gotten used to it and have begun to enjoy the lewd looks I get from people and ignore the ones from people who would call me a whore or slut.

I'm taking the bus to work today as I will leaving with Mr. Kesler after his appointment. The ride is somewhat uncomfortable. I feel that everyone knows what I have on under my clothes. The nipple chain does make a little noise when it gets to going, but everything else is concealed for the most part.

The bus seats are hard and the ride is bumpy so by the time I get to my stop I very stimulated. I can feel the juices from my sloppy slut hole leaking onto the seat. I've learned not to sit on my clothing. So I am sitting with my bare ass on the seat. When I get up at my stop there is a very noticeable deposit of slut juice left. This speeds my departure due to embarrassment. 

The day goes fairly well. My usual customers make comments about how I am looking much better. That I look happy, and healthy. I tell them that I am feeling much better but don't go into to any details of why this has come about.

The after slows as it gets closer to 3:30. I'm eagerly waiting for Mr. Kesler's arrival. I am truly aching with need. The constant movement that I do while washing, cutting, and styling hair all day, really gets my jewelry going. Being on my feet and bending, carrying things, and checking out customers has kept the butt plug in my ass on my mind for ever minute of the day. 

During one hair appointment I accidentally bumped my nipple chain with my electric clippers. The result was that the stimulation from the buzzing clipper sent a shockwave from my nipples to my clit that made my sloppy pussy clinch causing my very full asshole squeeze down on the seated butt plug. The final result was that I had a very powerful orgasm. One that I did not have permission to have. For the rest of the day I've had to clean the slutty fluids that were dripping from my thighs several times but for the past hour I have let them flow in anticipation and dread of seeing Mr. Kesler. 

At exactly 3:30 he comes into the salon and follows me directly to my private room as usual. Once the door is closed behind us and locked. I remove all of my clothing except for my collar, jewelry and the my butt plug. I gracefully drop to my knees with my legs spread, back arched, hands on my thighs and head down.

"Welcome Sir. I am at your service. Is there anything that I can do for you today?"

This is my greeting every week since the first night I was with Mr. Kesler.

"Rise and give me a kiss my pet."

Before I rise, "Sir, this slut needs to report that I accidently had an orgasm this afternoon."

I explain how it happened and pleaded for forgiveness for my mistake.

"Amy, you know that you were forbidden to come until I arrived. So you will have to hold your orgasm that I was going to give you now until later tonight"

I lay prostrate on the floor, my breast pressed to the cold surface, "Sir please allow this slut to cum. I will take any other punishment you would deem appropriate."

"Rise slut and give me my kiss and let me think on your dilemma." 

I do as instructed and I'm drawn into his strong arms as we embrace and kiss. My needs are many but as I have not been given instructions to relieve them, I get Mr. Kesler into my chair and begin with his appointment. While I am tending to his hair he is teasing me, pulling on my nipple chain or cupping my vulva with his large hand. When I have finished with his hair, he instructs me to go in front of him and bend and present my ass to him for inspection.

I move quickly into position. Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist, and reaching back with my hands I spread my ass cheeks to show that his plug is in place as he had instructed. His hand finds the plug and he bumps it sending a wave of pleasure through me. He grips it and slowly pulls it but does not remove it just fucks my ass with it. This is driving me crazy with lust. I whimper and wiggle until he stops. His warm hand moves to my sex and he plays softly with my quim, rubbing my engorged and extended clit. I'm biting my lower lips struggling not to cum again. Just when I start to ask for permission he stops, unzips his trousers and removes his hard cock. Then he sits back down in the barber chair.

"Come service my cock my little cum slut."

As I begin to drop to my knees he instructs me to straddle his leg. This cause my pussy and ass to be riding on his boot, while my breasts are split apart on either side of his leg. As I take his swollen cock into my mouth and start bobbing my head, I can see why he has me in this position. My movements while giving Mr. Kesler head causes all of my toys to be stimulated at once. Coupled with my propensity to orgasm with a fat dick down my throat, I don't stand a chance. 

Instead of the usual throat fucking that Mr. Kesler and I have grown to love, he makes me do all the work. This is causing me to be over stimulated. I have difficulty concentrating on his cock and its taking longer than usual. I double my efforts and force myself down as far as I can go on his huge rod, further than ever before. I'm not sure whether it was the tightness of my throat or what but his cock begins to swell and his hips start to rise to meet my mouth as he erupts into my waiting mouth. Wave after wave of jism splash into my mouth. I know to catch and hold it until I'm told to swallow.

Mr. Kesler pushes me down to my knees and I move into my position of presentation and open my slut hole #1 and present my tongue covered with his warm salty cum. He waits for several minutes as he puts his slowly shrinking cock back in his trousers and puts his suit coat back on.

" Swallow slut. Rise and get dressed so that we can leave."

I savor the sweetness of his warm seed as it goes down my throat. 

"Thank you Sir for allowing me to service your cock."

I don't mention my aching need and silently get my things ready to leave. 

Chapter Three

We meet Michael outside as he has the car ready at the door. I must look awful, with my hair mussed, and my face and chest flushed. The day long need that I have been carrying must be taking a toll on me.

"Good afternoon Ma'am."

"Good afternoon Michael."

We are off towards home. The ride is uneventful and certainly less bumpy than the bus and I am thankful. When we arrive at the private elevator in the parking garage, Michael is out in a flash to open our door. After I step out Mr. Kesler stops me. 

"Kneel Amy."

I drop to my knees where I am and end up in front of Michael.

"Slut I want you to show Michael your jewelry."

I hesitate for a moment. Now I have been fucked in the back seat of the car while Michael was driving and have serviced Mr. Kesler and Chloe there too. But this is something wholly new. I pull my Mexican peasant blouse down exposing my breasts with the the chain attached to each nipple ring. Then I lift my skirt to show him my red and sloppy slut hole #2 with my engorged clit and swollen lips. My cunt juices are leaking down each thigh.

"Michael I'm going to let you pick. Would you like the best fucking blow job you've ever had in your life or would you rather watch this slut make herself cum at your feet?"

Michael hesitates. I don't think he was expecting this at all. I wonder if Mr.Kesler has ever involved him in their play before. But eventually I thinks he takes pity on me and says he wants to see me cum.

"Get to it slut. You heard the man. Fuck yourself silly before someone else pulls into the garage."

My head goes back as I close my eyes and jam three finger into my sopping wet cunt hole. They slip right in with no resistance. The clip is now dangling from my clit and my fingers work their magic. Mr. Kesler reaches down and pulls my nipple chain and places it in my mouth. I bite down and feel a sharp pull on the tender buds. Because of my urgent need I'm at the edge in no time at all.

"Sir may your slut cum for you?"

Mr. Kesler looks at Michael.

"Who are you giving the show to slut?"

I look at Michael, my eyes pleading, as I continue to finger fuck myself at his feet in the parking garage.

"Please Michael may I cum for you?"

"Yes please Ma'am."

I rub my thumb over my swollen clut as my three fingers are jammed into my needy fuck hole. As my orgasm starts to swell. The spasms cause my ass to clinch on the seated butt plug. I secretly wish I had Michael's cock in my mouth so that all my slut holes would be filled. l look and see that he has a prominent bulge in his pants. I close my eyes and tip my head back, pulling on my chain, extending my tender nipples as they lift my breast up sharply. The sharp pain sends me over the cliff as my pussy contracts on my fingers and plug and floods the pavement between my legs and at Michael's feet. Spasm after spasm wash over me. I drop the chain from my mouth and slow the fingers working deep in my pussy. 

"Thank you Sir, Thank you Michael for allowing this slut to cum for you."

Michael bends and gently helps me to my feet. I stagger a little and reach to hug him, my body still exposed but I'm too wiped out to care. Mr. Kesler gets out of the car and carries me to the elevator and up to the penthouse. He whispers something to Michael and whisks me away.

Mr. Kesler allows me to remove the jewelry but the butt plug remains until later. I'm told to clean up and go lay down and rest. Chloe is there with a ice cold bottle of water for rehydration. I kiss her and thank her for her care.

I'm not sure how much later it is but I awaken somewhat refreshed and went out into the great room where everyone was at. I saw that Max had arrived. He was naked except for his old leather collar and seated at the feet of his Mistress, nuzzling her thigh with his face. Chloe had a hand sweetly stroking his shaved head. Mr. Kesler was relaxing in his chair talking to Michael, who I am surprised to see. 

I move to the center of the room and gracefully bend to my knees and get to my presentation pose with my knees spread, back arched with my breasts presented out, and my hands on my thighs. 

"Evening Sir, Ma'am, Max, and Michael. May this slut be of service anyone at this time?"

Mr. Kesler stands and motions to Michael and Max as they gather around me. Michael and Mr. Kesler start removing their clothes as their circle tightens around me.

"I am going to take your ass tonight slut. Then you are going to have all of your slut holes filled with cock."

"Yes Sir, thank you for your use Sir."

I lean forward and take Mr. Kesler's thick cock into my warm mouth. I bob my head a few times before pushing my head down onto his root until I feel it hit the back of my tight throat. I gag a little and when I pull his cock out a thick strand of saliva comes with it. I reach up and grab with and wet both of my hands. I lean over and spit on Michael's nice thick cock and start to stroke him. Then I lean over towards Max and do the same thing. I can't get my hand around his giant cock but I tend to stay around the head and rub my thumb over the swollen and sensitive gland. Finally I return Mr. Kesler's turgid dick back down my throat.

I've never had three cocks to work at one time. At first I have trouble coordinating my movements but soon I find my rhythm and everyone is groaning. I alternate between the cocks and make sure that they all receive time in warm wet mouth. I make sure to make eye contact with each man as his cock slips down my throat. I can feel my quim clinching and causing my tight ass to squeeze the plug in my ass. When it feels like everyone is about to give me their loads, Mr. Kesler breaks our chain and sends me crawling towards the padded table near the center of the room. 

He takes a handful of hair and forces me to bend over the bench. My arms support me as my legs are spread and I am exposed to everyone in room. I'm ready to be fucked by the three cocks until...

"Slut, we still a matter of punishment you owe me. I am going to give you four strikes with my cane."

My asshole clenches when I hear this. While I have been punished before with a crop and a flogger, I only seen Chloe be punished with the cane and it really looked like it hurt. She had marks for several days.

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Do I need to have these men hold you or will you be able to hold your position?"

"I will hold for you Sir. Thank you."

I steady myself and Mr. Kesler sent the cane whistling through the air. I think he was getting his bearing but the sound was scaring the hell out of me. 

"I want you to count and thank me after each stroke. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Sir."

"Why are you being punished mt pet?"

"For cumming at work without permission." 

I didn't add my excuse that it was an accident. I was afraid my whining might add to my punishment. The cane was placed about midway of my upturned ass.

Swish

I cry out as it feels like I have a stripe of fire across my ass.

"Thank you Sir. That was one."

Swish

The next one lands about 2" lower than the first. My knees almost buckle and I struggle to regain my composure.




Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 04



"Thank you Sir. That was two."

Swish

This one is 2" higher than the first and I crash to my knees. Tears are forming in my eyes. My core is soaring as my body clinches down on the still seated plug in my ass. My body is aching at the edge of an orgasm as I slowly return to my position.

I manage to whimper out, "Thank you Sir. That was Three."

Swish

The final one hits right where my ass meets my thigh and now my whole ass is on fire. I struggle to stay on my feet but Michael and Max quickly come to my aid. Chloe is soon there with some salve to cool my warm butt and lessen the bruising. I can see four very prominent stripes already. 

"Thank you Sir. That was four. I will not cum without permission."

Mr. Kesler comes to me and curls his finger in the O-ring of my collar and pulls me back to the bench. I return to the same position. He rubs my tender stripes then grabs the plug and slowly pulls and twist it until it pops out leaving my ass hole gaping. He squirts some lube in his hand and warms it before applying it to my puckered hole. He works first one finger then two into my 3rd and final slut hole to be taken. 

Mr. Kesler rubs a generous amount of lube on his think cock and presses it against my puckered opening. Though my ass has been stretched and filled all day with the plug, he still struggles to push through the tight ring. I relax and push back as his swollen and purple head slips into my sphincter. He holds there for a while, letting me adjust to his size before slowly working his cock in and out with short strokes. Despite my apprehension its feels pretty good and I push back and drive his thick shaft further into my ass. He then grabs me by my hips and starts working his cock in and out of tight ass. 

I feel so full with his cock pounding my rear. My breasts are wobbling as Mr. Kesler takes my last slut hole. Just when he gets a good rhythm, he stops and lifts me up in his arms. I'm still impelled on his cock as he spins me around and lays on the bench on his back. He cups my wobbling breasts as I see Max approaching. I spread my legs, lifting them into the air. My wet and swollen cunt presenting to him. I've not had the pleasure of having Max's gigantic specimen of a cock in pussy yet because of my new piercing. So when he moves to me stroking lube onto his rod my body shivers with anticipation. 

Max rubs his thick head up and down my folds spreading the lube. Then he pushes into my needy pussy. I instantly feel like I am going to split apart with Mr. Kesler's cock in my ass and Max giant shaft in my cunt. He slowly works his shaft in and out. letting me adjust. I feel stretched to the limit as he pulls out then drives his cock back home. I squeeze my eyes so tight I think I'm going to pass out. But I recover and and they get into a good rhythm. My body is singing as the spasms start deep in my core. I fight to hold it at bay so that I may focus on pleasing everyone.

.Michael comes over and grabs one of breasts while he is stroking his hard dick. My mouth waters when I see this. I want to thank him with my mouth for forgoing his pleasure and allowing me to cum for him in the parking garage earlier. I whimper and present my tongue silently begging him to use my mouth for his pleasure. He squeezes his throbbing fuck stick and offers it to my waiting mouth. 

I try to make eye contact with him but my eyes roll back in my head as I'm filled with three huge cocks in all of my slut holes. Three firsts. Mr. Kesler taking my ass, Max finally filling my tight pussy with gigantic black cock, and Michael down my throat. I'm in heaven, floating on a sea of cocks as they each take their fill of my body. I give myself over to their need.

Chloe appears beside me and starts licking my nipples. Apparently she had been going around and sucking on everyone's ball sack and giving rim jobs as they fucked me. Mr. Kesler is the first one to go as his cock swells deep in my ass and shoots hot cum inside me. Michael's dick is next as Chloe pulls his cock out and stroke over my open mouth. His thick ropes of cum splash everywhere. Some hitting my face and hair, some into my mouth and some all the way down from my breasts to vulva. Seeing Michael cumming all over my body sends Max over the edge as his big fat cock sends a gallon of his semen deep into the bottom of my cunt.

"Sir may this slut have permission to cum?"

"Cum for us my pet."

And I fall over the ledge as my pussy and ass milk both of the giant cocks that are stuffing me. Chloe takes Michael's cock into her mouth and sweetly cleans the cum that's left from his cock. Max gently pulls his giant rod from my now gaping fuck hole. His creamy jism gushes out and dribbles down my folds to my ass and Mr. Kesler's cock that is still in my ass. He lifts me up still impelled until Michael and Max help me off of the softening dick. Mr. Kesler's warm cum starts oozing out my well fucked ass. 

My legs are boneless but I fall to my knees between Max and Mr. Kesler. Grasping their softening cocks I lean and take them into my warm mouth. Alternating as I clean our mixed juices from them. Chloe has finished with Michael and comes to join me on her Master's cock. We switch out between Max and her Master until their cocks are clean and only glisten with our saliva.

"Thank you Sirs for allowing me to pleasure you with all of my slut holes."

Mr. Kesler picks me up and carries me to the master bedroom and lays me on the bed.

"Rest my pet and then we will take a shower together. I'm so proud of you tonight. You've done well."

I swell with a sense of pride that I was able to bring pleasure to those three cocks but more so to have pleased him. I slowly even out my breathing and heartbeat until I fall fast asleep.. 

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 05



Chapter One

Today I got a letter from Mr. Kesler's Institute. It was a nice brochure and a note that said I had been accepted into the next class that starts on Monday, in three days. It also shows where I will be sponsored by Mr. Kesler. I am excited and first text Mr. Kesler to let him know of my acceptance and to thank him for sponsoring me. He quickly texted back that he and Chloe were elated and want me to come spend the weekend with them at their Island estate right near the Institute. I am instructed to pack a nice dress, sunglasses, a hat, and nothing else.

Mr. Kesler and his submissive wife Chloe, along with their black bull stud Max are grooming me to be their next submissive or slave. I have been with them for about two months and I've been able to learn a lot. But this Institute is very important to Mr. Kesler in that it will train me in the BDSM lifestyle.

Friday arrives and I am picked up from my condo by Mr. Kesler's driver, Michael. There is not much conversation and I'm wondering if Michael is embarrassed about his involvement with our play a week ago, when Mr. Kesler, Max, and Michael took all three of my holes at once. 

Michael keeps his eyes on the road and says nothing. When we arrive, he opens the door for me at the private elevator were last week I was instructed to show Michael my new genital jewelry and then masterbate to climax at his feet. A shudder goes through my body as I remember this event. Michael has his typical non-descript face. I pull him down to my level by his lapel and give him a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you Michael for having pity on me and allowing me to cum in front of you. That was a noble thing to do when you clearly had a large hard on." 

He blushes sweetly, "You're welcome Ma'am."

The very next morning We arrive at Mr. Kesler's Island estate. I thought his penthouse suite was luxurious. But this is place is over the top. Because it's so secluded, we are allowed to go around naked and not be seen by anyone. Although, Mr. Kesler says that when they have had big lifestyle parties out here, that they get a lot of helicopters and plane flyovers trying to snap some pictures. This property was off the charts. There is a big plantation style home, a stable, swimming pool, pier and boat house. Mr. Kesler has several jet skis and a rather large motor boat and three masted sailboat. I don't think we are going to have enough time to do everything. 

Mr. Kesler stresses that this is supposed to be a relaxing weekend in preparation for me starting at the Institute on the following Monday. This means that all protocols are off the table. Chloe and I went shopping on Saturday. We bought some really sexy things and we modeled for Max and Mr. Kesler that night. We must have done a really good job because by the end of the night we had a white hot free for all orgy that last several hours.

Sunday we all woke up and had breakfast and proceeded to go out on the big sailboat. Chloe and I are completely naked except for our collars. Mr. Kesler is in casual wear and Max is wearing some tight lycra shorts and shirt. His gigantic cock is clearly visible and bounces with his every step. I can't keep my eyes off of it. I flashback to last week when I was finally able to take his enormous dick in my pussy. His throbbing black root got to places in the vagina that have never been touched before. I am sitting up on the front deck of the boat and everytime he goes by me, my mouth and pussy are watering to have him again. Chloe is back by her Master at the wheel.

The day out on the sea was very quiet and relaxing. We find a nice little secluded spot to anchor and go for a swim before heading back. Chloe and I are the first ones off as we didn't have any clothes on already, but Max and Mr. Kesler follow soon after. I've been skinny dipping before but swimming in the salty water of this lagoon was my top ten of things to do before you die. We played around. The men would catch us and playfully throw us around in the water. I for one was getting very horny and started grabbing the men's cocks and rubbing up on them trying to get someone to fuck me. After several hours of teasing, we had to load back up and head towards home.

That's when Mr. Kesler and Max sprung their trap. As they were helping us into the boat they grabbed us and tied our hands and secured us to either side of the mainmast with our hands over our heads. Our legs were secured spread very wide. Neither Chloe or I could move. As Mr. Kesler set sail for home. Max came and clipped several weights to our piercings. One for each nipple and our clitoral hood. At first it wasn't to bad but as the ship began to rise and fall with each wave, the weights were stimulating us and driving us crazy. From time to time we would splashed by cool water as the boat cut into a wave. As they would walk by Max and Mr. Kesler would tweak a nipple or drive a few fingers into our sloppy wet cunts but stopping just before we would orgasm. Because this was a relaxing weekend we did not have to ask for permission to cum. Our being tied up prevented us of just masterbating or getting each other off. 

We were begging to be let down and fucked. We both promised anything that we thought would entice the guys to ravage us. When the sea finally leveled out. Mr. Kesler put the boat on auto pilot and he and Max came to us at the mainmast. Both men had removed their clothes and were sporting raging hard ons. Without any ceremony Max rubbed his gigantic black cock into Chloe's wet folds and rammed his rod home in one massive thrust. Mr. Kesler teased my sloppy opening with the head of his dick. I was whimpering and trying to meet his cock but I couldn't move. Finally he claimed me by seating his throbbing fat cock in my cunt. I came for the first time when he entered me. The men fucked us both to completion several times, switching out and then back again. Chloe and I were fucked all the way home until we came the buoy that marked the way to the dock.

Then it was our turn to service the men. Chloe took her Master and was on her knees sucking his root while he steered the boat home. I was again of the fore deck with Max laying down and me laying across him with his magnificent black cock in my mouth. While I was bobbing up and down on his dick, I was telling him that watching him in his shorts today was making me a black cock whore. He took his meat out and gave me a few slaps on my face and tits before grabbing me by the hair and feeding me his thick shaft down my throat. Max finally shot a huge load of his hot semen down my gullet as we pulled into the docks. I came four times while I was giving him head. All toll I probably came over ten times that day. When we got back to the main house we all showered, had dinner and went to bed. 

In the morning I was the first one up and fixed breakfast for everyone. One by one they came down to warm waiting meal. Once everyone had eaten Chloe told me she would clean up and for me to shower and get ready for Mr. Kesler to take me to the institute. 

I hour or so later I was walking out the house in a pretty sun dress and sandals that Chloe had picked out for me to wear. I gave her a tight hug and kissed her passionately then turned to have Max take me in his arms and lift me off my feet. His soft kisses belied his outward physical strength. Then Mr. Kesler walked me to his car and drove me to the doorstep of the Institute.

It was a large red brick building that stood on platial grounds. Like Mr. Kesler's Island estate it was very secluded and seemed to offer privacy and security. I could feel the nervousness in my body. Mr. Kesler must have sensed this and placed his hand on my thigh. 

"You will do fine my pet. I will have no contact with until you graduate in two weeks or you decide to end your training. I have to warn you though, if you do decide to end your training before graduation. You will never see me, Chloe or Max ever again. Do you understand Amy?"

"Yes Sir. I will make you proud of me." 

"I already am proud of you. Have you decided on whether you want to be a submissive or slave?"

"I want to give up all control to you. I long to be your slave, if it pleases you Sir."

"It does please me my pet."

His hands cup my face and draws me into him as his lips capture mine. His wet tongue invades my willing mouth as he stirs the tinglings in my body. With that he breaks the embrace too soon and sends me on my way.

Chapter Two

I walk into the front of the Institute and find the registrar's office. I present my letter of acceptance and proof of sponsorship and I'm given a packet and a small map showing where my lodging is. The woman at the desk instructed me to go down the hallway to the auditorium for the introductory meeting.

I find myself a chair and wait for the meeting to start. There are about 20 people in the crowd. Mostly women but a few men. They range in age from 19 or 20 to their 50's. There are all body types here. Some very beautiful while others or more plumper. The meeting finally starts and they give us the basic layout of what will happen for the next two weeks. Then we are instructed to find our assigned room, get to know your roommate, and read over the packet we have been provided.

I gather my things and find my room rather easily. There is not much too them. It's a one room duplex cabin. There are two trainees to each room thus four to each cabin. There are no amenities only a basin to wash our face and hands, a toilet, and two small mats to sleep on. There are various hooks and rings attached to the ceiling and walls. There are two pieces of cloth hanging from a hook by the door. They are a mottled white color. I remove my dress and sandals and slip the cloth on my body. It takes me awhile to figure out how it is meant to be worn. Basically it s strip of Lycra about 10" wide and 6' long. There is a leather strip that bunches the cloth in the center. That lays on your right shoulder and the cloth is draped over the front and back of the body. Another leather strip gathers the fabric at the waist. It doesn't cover much and is clearly see through but it's simply designed to provide easy access to our instructors..

When I finished dressing my roommate enters the room. We introduce ourselves. Her name is Carol. She's 4'11" tall with a very curvy figure. Beautiful red hair down to narrow shoulders, large breasts (I'm guessing 34DDs) She has a narrow waist that swell to some very voluptuous hips, ending in two strong but gorgeous set of legs. Her skin is ivory white with freckles all over. She a bundle of energy and has an infectious smile. I fall for her in a minute. Her Master has been training her for about a year but has grown tired of her brattiness and has sent her to the Institute for correction. I help her get settled and get her cloth on. 

When we are finished a very tall and stern woman enters our room unannounced She introduces herself as Mistress J and will be our primary instructor for the next two weeks. She is very elegant. She's wearing a black leather corset that sets under her large breasts. They are cover by a see-thru thin strapless cloth, similar to ours and a leather skirt that almost meet her thigh high leather stiletto boots. She is an imposing figure. My nipples tighten as my mouth and pussy are already watering. The urge to drop to my knees and offer to service her is great. 

She instructs us to meet her out behind our cabin at the pavilion in 5 minutes. We clean our area and head out back. The pavilion is a covered area with a raised wood deck specifically for our cabin. There are several storage boxes around the edges with thin cushions for seating. At the center and front of the pavilion is a large chair that I could only describe as a throne. Mistress J is seated there as four of us gather. The other two girls are from the other room of our cabin but we have no time to introduce ourselves as Mistress instructs us to kneel.

She tells us that we are all in the "slave" area and the submissives are just over the hill. She runs down the basic rules.

1.

We are to submit to anyone of authority, to any command without hesitation.

2.

We are not to speak unless specifically requested.

3.

We are to kneel and present ourselves to any Dominant/Domme who show interest.

4.

We are not allowed around the grounds without escort or permission. 

5.

We are to maintain our appearance at all times. This includes removal of all body hair. Our hair will be neat and clean and drawn up in a ponytail.

6.

Our breasts, mouth, pussy, and ass are to be available for inspection or use at anytime if interest is shown.

7.

If at any time a trainee feels they cannot continue, they are to use their safe word which is RED. If the safe word is used all activity will stop immediately and the trainee will be escorted to the main office to departure.

Mistress J instructs us to line up in front of her and show her how we are to kneel and present ourselves. The first one is a Spanish girl (Rose) who drops to her knees with her head down, back arched, breasts pushed forward, her hands are clasped behind her head, and her legs are spread. Mistress J instructs Rose that she has not presented herself and tells her to adjust her slave cloth to allow her visual access to her pussy, ass, and breasts. Rose drops the bundled cloth on her right shoulder which falls and catches on the leather strip at her waist. She then pulls the cloth from under the same leather strip to the side giving Mistress J a clear view of her body. She instructs Rose to stand over in the far corner of the pavilion.

The other two girls go next and then it is my turn. I gracefully kneel with my head down, knees spread wide, I slip the top cloth off my shoulder exposing my breasts, and pull the bottom part of cloth aside to exposed my pussy. My back is arched to better display my breasts and I lock my arms behind my back. I hold my position. I'm waiting on Mistress J to correct any flaws as she has with everyone of the other girls. But she doesn't and slips out of chair and walks in front of me.

She tells me that I have presented myself perfectly and I'm allowed to kiss her boots. I quickly bend over and place one kiss on each of her leather boots. I stay prostrate until she lifts my head by my ponytail. She lifts her leather skirt and pulls my head into her sex. I inhale her spicy scent. Only when I have been instructed to, do I start to lick her glorious vagina. Her labia is opened and wet as I run my tongue along them, flicking the soft folds. She forces my head further into her and tells me to get busy on her clit. That she doesn't have all day for me to make her cum.

I flatten my tongue and swirl it over her engorged bud as I look up into her eyes. I moan into her leaking vagina as she holds my head in place. She is grinding her sex against my face as her moans become louder and more forceful. When she tells me that she is cumming, I'm told to put my tongue as far into her hole as possible. I lick and lap at her sex trying to catch every drop of what is offered. While she is calming her breaths and heartbeat, I softly clean her juices from her sex. 

Mistress J then tells me to rise and follow her. She instructs me to get a crop from one of the boxes that circle the pavilion. I return promptly and she proceeds to give each of the other three girl four slaps for their various mistakes. The punishment is very severe as each of their rumps are left with four distinctive red marks. 

We are sent to our rooms and instructed to gather at the dining hall at 5:00. The four of us are walking there about 15 minutes early. When we arrive there about half of the trainees are already there. There are quite a few instructors around and we are told to present ourselves several times. Rose had her ass fucked by a Mistress with a strap-on. Her only lubricant was her saliva that she was force to lavish on it before it was pushed into her waiting hole. Carol gave blow jobs to two Masters under the "head" table while they ate. All of this was very stimulating and my juices were flowing.

On our way back to our cabin led by Mistress J, we came across a group of men who were working on the grounds area. Carol and I were looking their way and admiring their naked bodies. There were several with very large cocks. We both flashed our tits at them. Mistress J caught us and told the others to go on to their rooms and for Carol and me to kneel and present. She then called the men over to where we were. Mistress J then instructed me to lay on my back and bring my legs back to my head and offer my fuck holes to any of these men that I has been caught teasing. 

Carol's instructions were to keep each man hard and clean each cock as it was removed from any of my holes. The first man approaches and pushes his long thin cock into my wet pussy. Its is glistening from Carol's saliva. In this position my ass and pussy are straight up in the air and provided easy access to both. But it restricts my movements. As such I am just an instrument for their pleasure. One after the other they stuff their throbbing cocks into my holes. At some point both my ass and pussy are filled with cock at the same time. After what seems about 20 minutes the men start to quicken their pace. Some start to cum and Carol is placed by my open holes so that each man can pull out and squirt their seminal fluids on her body. When they are finished they are dismissed. I am left with two well fucked and gaping fuck holes. My juices are covering my sex and leaking down my thighs. Carol is covered in cum from her hair, face, breasts and shoulders. Neither of us had been allowed to cum.

Mistress leads us to the front of our cabin and we are both placed in stocks or pillory. We are bent at the waist and locked in place. Carol is still covered in cum and we are left naked and exposed. Several instructors walk by and fondle or slap our breasts, ass, or face. Our holes are filled at times with their cocks or forced to lick Mistress's pussy or ass. One Mistress saw my wet and swollen cunt and ass and gave me ten hard slaps with her hand for being a slut. About 3 hours later we were released and sent to be cleaned up and then bed. 

Chapter Three

The days and nights go slowly but I am comforted in the fact that I feel that I am learning to be a perfect slave for Mr. Kesler, whom I hope to call Master some day. There have been a few trainees that have safe worded out and our ranks have thinned to only 14. We have been learning basic skills such as the obvious one of providing various kinds of pleasure. We have also been practicing our grace during transfer on slave positions, how to eat properly and exercise in order to remain healthy for our Master's. 

During one of these training days Carol and I were pitted against each other in a test of wills. We had been learning proper placement and service during meals and refreshments. This basically was learning how to mix drinks, snacks, prepare meals, and finally how to act as a server. (carrying drinks, plates of food or snacks) It seems that Carol and I had demonstrated that we were by far the best in this capacity. One of the Master challenged us to tell them which one was the best. We both proclaimed that the other one was far better. The instructors laughed and set up a challenge.

We were both stripped of our garments, bent over over at the waist and each given two serving trays with one glass of water on each. This was a very difficult position to maintain. The challenge was to keep the most water in our glasses. Whoever did so would be proclaimed the winner. At first it was rather easy, all a matter of focus. We had been taught to calm our breathing and slow our heart rate in order to center our body and mind. Before long we were both beginning to shake and spill some of the water. But apparently we had already gone longer than others who had been given this challenge. So some of the instructors lined up behind us and starting entering our various holes. 




Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 05



I'm not sure about Carol but I have been in a constant state of arousal and these cocks easily split my folds and plunged to the depths of my warm leaking pussy. I was being pounded hard and it was becoming increasing difficult to remain balanced and focused. One of the instructors was a large black man that reminded me of Max. When he put his fat spongy cock head in my folds and started rubbing it up and down. He took his fuck stick and slapped my engorged clit then drove his cock home into my waiting cunt. 

His rough calloused hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and roughly pulled me onto his raging hard on. This was causing my hanging tits to slap back and forth as they rocked with his ministrations. I did my very best to hold the trays level and limit the amount of water I spilled. I could feel myself nearing an orgasm and this was yet another thing that was shattering my focus. The sounds of the wet sloshings of my slut hole signaled to my cocksman that I was nearing climax. He removed his giant rod leaving me gapping and empty. He brought his large hand down on my ass. He alternated spanking my cheeks until they both were colored a nice shade of fiery red. 

Carol seemed to be going through the same type treatment. I could tell from her screams and moans that she was getting her pussy finely fucked. She had spilled one of her trays and was left with one. I still had both trays but lost one when my tormenter pressed his cock, wet from my pussy, into my puckered ass hole and entered me with one violent stroke. Over the course of the past few weeks, my rosette has been used on numerous occasions and I have been able to take almost any cock with ease. I also have found that I love the feeling of being taken there. But the level of his ravishment caused me to lose one of my trays and spill some of the contents on my one remaining glass. I was straining to maintain my focus when I heard Carol cry out. She had lost her final tray and I had been declared the victor. 

When I was asked what sort of reward I should receive for being proclaimed the victor, I sweetly replied that I would only accept the knowledge that I had served my instructors well and that this would make my sponsor proud. I was commended for my response then told to join Carol in cleaning the cocks of those that had been using our holes. Mistress J had told me earlier in the week that my name had been passed around as someone who provided the best oral service of the all the class. It would seem that was so because I have been called on numerous occasions to meeting halls, private cabins, and many times at the "Head" table during meals. So I was at home cleaning these turgid cocks.

One afternoon as Carol, Rose and I were doing chores under our pavilion. A tall thin slave and his Mistress were walking by. Evidently we had distracted him in some way and his Mistress felt he needed punishment. She brought him under the shade of our pavilion. We were instructed to retrieve a spanking bench with restraints, and paddle. Rose brought the paddle and presented it to the Mistress. Carol and I brought the bench. 

The slave was shackled to the bench on his stomach, leaving his arms and legs laid over each side of the bench and secured to the legs of the bench. A cord was attached to his long ponytail and connected to a large anal hook that had been inserted in his puckered hole. His ass and cock were left hanging off the other end for easy access. The Mistress attached a metal cock ring around his cock and scrotum and had Carol stroke his dick coaxing the blood to his phallus. The Mistress then started to whip his exposed muscular cheeks. He took this without any sound except for repeatedly thank her and ask for forgiveness. 

After receiving twenty solid swats from his Mistress's paddle, his ass was showing the signs of her torment. She stopped and replaced Carol at his cock and scrotum. We were instructed to kneel around him and alternately pressing our slut holes to his mouth for licking. When we were not grinding our sex against his face we watched as the Mistress time and time again brought the slave to the brink of completion before denying him release. His cock and balls were so swollen. The color was dark red or purple. He clearly was suffering for his transgression. Each time the Mistress would bring him to the edge, she would stop and his thick and swollen cock would spasm and pulse but nothing would come out. His moans were in agony not ecstasy.

After a long time of denying him satisfaction, his Mistress stopped and positioned herself in front of him and pressed her own vagina for him to service. He eagerly licked his Mistress's soft folds, and labored to bring her to orgasm. His Mistress grab his head and pulled him into her wet pussy. He cried out in anguish as this drove the anal hook deeper into his rectum. As he was beginning to languish under her ministrations, she commanded me to release his cock and scrotum from their constraints and milk her manwhore to completion. 

I inserted three fingers into my quim and wet my hand with my juices and grasped his turgid meat and began milking his cock. I pulled and twisted his thick shaft and ran my thumb over his engorged mushroom shaped head. I could feel his cock begin to throbbed and pulse. His moans became louder, only muffled by the slick wet pussy of his Mistress that was pressed against his face. 

She instructed him to make her cum and he would be allowed his release but if he came before her she would promise to have him milked 24/7 for the next three days. He cried out in agony but doubled his efforts to please his Mistress. His dedication was rewarded and she tipped over the ledge and humped his face as her pussy spasmed and spilled its sopping contents onto his face. Only seconds behind her climax his began. Carol was instructed to cup her hands and to catch his ( in the words of his Mistress) his "needy foul manwhore seed". 

I was stroking his throbbing cock when it started to spasm. I used two hands to twist and pull on his pumping root. His spongy swollen head erupted with thick ropes of hot cum. His cock just kept spitting out globs after glob of his semen. Enough that when he did finally finish Carol hands were spilling over with his seed, enough that would fill a small glass. His Mistress instructed Carol to offer this to her slave and have him return his cum to the rightful owner. He drank from her hands and licked every drop from her fingers until they were clean.

His Mistress noticed that Carol had spilled some made her lick her wastefulness as punishment. His Mistress came back around and reattached his cock and scrotum ring and gave his sensitive root a few tight squeezes, much to his agony. She had us release him and assist him to stand. She clipped a leash to his collar and lead him on their way.

On the night before graduation, I was laying on mat when I was told that I had a visitor and was requested to go to the main building at once. I scurried on my way and arrived to find Mr. Kesler waiting for me. I wanted to run and jump in his arms but my training kicked in and I gracefully knelt as his feet, dropping the top of my cloth, and pulling the bottom to expose my sex. I spread my legs, arched my back to present my breast, locked my arms behind my back and lowered my head. I waited silently for his command. He walked around me, stopping only to touch my face, and run his fingers through my hair. My insides quivered with his touch. I could feel the soft folds of my pussy flower in anticipation of his use.

He spoke in a soft tone and told me that he had been informed that I passed and was due to graduate tomorrow. That he would be extending his offer for me to become his slave and live with him and his wife Chloe who is also his submissive. Before I could answer him, he told me that because I had chosen as my level of service to be slave, that he required all his slaves to carry his mark. This was the first time I had heard anything about a mark. Mr. Kesler told me that all of his slaves are given a small brand with his initials MK with a circle around it. Thinking back I do remember Max having a brand like that on the inside of his hip. I thought it was his initials.

Mr. Kesler asks if this is something I would be willing to do for him. He tells me that he would not look down on me if I were to refuse but that it would end our relationship but he would see to it that I would be taken by another Master or Mistress. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head to face him. I replied that I would be happy and grateful to wear his mark upon my body. The body that I am offering him in service. He instructs me to rise and takes me into his arms.

He leads me to a room that has been prepared for just such an occasion. When we arrive I see that there are several other slaves getting different types of marking. One is getting a permanent tag attached to her clitoris ring. One is being fitted with a locked steel collar, but I am the only one that is being branded. Mr. Kesler and another instructor lash me to a St. Andrews Cross and my skin is cleaned and prepared for to receive his mark. It is being place on the inside of my left hip. The iron is about the size of a silver dollar. When the iron comes out of the fire it is red hot. Mr. Kesler brings it to where I am bound. I am required to verbally ask to his mark. When I willingly do, the iron is pressed into my flesh and held for about 5 seconds. An attendant quickly splashes cool water on my wound and applies a salve and dressing to it.

Mr. Kesler release me from my bonds and gives me a strong hug, kissing my neck and holding me tight. His caring tenderness eases my anguish and lessens my pain. When he releases me, he cups my face in his strong hands and says that I have earned the right to call him my Master. I fall to my knees and lay prostrate on the floor at his feet and thank him over and over for allowing me to be his slave. 

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 06



Chapter One

I have finished my term with Mr. Kesler's (my Master) Institute. It was an exciting time and one that I will cherish forever. Master, his wife and submissive Chloe, and their black bull stud Max were present at my graduation ceremony. Chloe wanted to see our Master's mark on me. Master requires that all of his slaves bare his mark, which is a small silver dollar size brand of his initials MK within a circle, placed inside the left hip bone on my lower abdomen. I showed Chloe and she tears up at the site of it, but I tell her that it doesn't hurt that much anymore. 

After the graduation many people are gathering in the Institute's Great Hall for individual collaring ceremonies. Master has decided that he wants to give me his collar now. Many of his lifestyle friends are here and he wants to make our relationship formal. Chloe helps me get ready by fixing my make up. I do an elaborate braided halo for my hair and top it off with a sprig of a pink Camellia - a symbol of "strong desire." 

When it is our time. I am walked down the aisle to my Master by Max and Chloe. I am trembling inside. I know that its from the seriousness of this ceremony. In the lifestyle its much like a marriage because you are pledging your commitment to the roles that each is playing. I know that I will be safe and cared for in this pod.

We say our words and Master places his collar around my neck. It's much like Chloe's, stainless steel with a medium sized O-ring in front. Master secures the lock in back and pockets the only key. When this is done, Chloe and Max both step forward and state their commitments to helping Master provide safety and care for me. We all hug and Master wraps his arm around me and we walk out to where Michael, Master's driver, is waiting with the car.

When we get back to the penthouse, I stop at the entryway. I efficiently remove my clothing and neatly fold them. Max has done the same. We both kneel in only our collars and wait for instructions. Chloe does not follow the same protocol as she is only a submissive but she goes to her bedroom and removes her clothes too. When she returns she instructs Max to go with Master and help with dinner. She tells me to come with her because she wants me to open my graduation gift.

She takes me to a hallway I've never been to and we take some stairs down the lower level. When she opens the door we walk in to find a well apportioned dungeon. The walls are a mix of dark mahogany wood and red tapestry with sconces along the walls. There are racks of whips, floggers, and crops of all types and sizes. There is a bin with several types of canes. Rows and rows of cabinets with all manor of toys. The is a St. Andrew's cross, spanking benches, and lots of pulleys and cable apparatus. Chloe takes my hand and leds me to a bench made of wood and black leather. Its connected to some kind of machinery. 

Chloe opens a bin near the machine and pulls a nice sized dildo and some lube. While she is attaching it to a rod coming out of the machine, Master and Max come down and tell us that dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes. Master comes over and explains that this is what's called a fucking machine. He shows me that the person that is to be fucked is strapped down on the bench and the machine part of the device is maneuvered into place, by lining up the selected dildo with the subject's chosen orifice. I sweetly hug Master and thank him for my gift. He tells me that it was Chloe's idea so I give her a big hug too.

Chloe has put the dildo on the rod and Master switches on the machine and the dildo starts pistoning back and forth. He adjusts the speed from very slow to very fast. My pussy begins to weep and my nipples pebble as I watch this and imagine myself being fucked by this machine.

Master says we have time before dinner to try it out and Max and Chloe strap me to the bench. I'm straddled over the narrow padding with arm, legs, and breasts hanging to either side. My head is slightly lower so that my pussy and ass are both accessible. Max rubs some lube to my already wet cunt and rosette. He slips a medium sized butt plug in my ass and the dildo is lined up to my eager pussy. The head of the phallus is slipped in. Master turns the dial. My slick folds blossom when the rubber cock presses into my sloppy cunt. Master sets the speed at a medium pace until I can adjust to the rhythm. While its not as good as the real thing, I could see some uses for this as punishment. (like being strapped here for hours and forced to cum over and over again) 

After a few minutes, my cunt is humming and I am trying work my hips to meet the dildo that is hammering my cunt. Suddenly it slows to a crawl. Master instructs me to squeeze every time the dildo enters me, as if I was trying to hold it. When it enters I squeeze and tighten my kegel muscles, but when the cock pulls back and leaves my wet hole, it gives an audible "pop". Master adjusts the speed so that it enters me once every 2-3 seconds. Each time I hear the "pop" as my cunt tries to hold the cock inside. Chloe explains that this will strengthen my kegels and allow me to be able to milk Master's cock while its in my pussy or ass. 

The speed is so slow that I can't get anywhere near an orgasm and I try to rub my clit against the pad. Master sees what I'm trying to do and hands the controls to Chloe and he and Max come around to the front. Master unzips his trousers and presents his large cock to my waiting mouth. Max is beside him and they swap out after a few times down my throat. Each man is reaching and squeezing my hanging breasts, tweaking my nipple ring and slapping the sides of my tits. All the while their cocks are pistoning thru my wet lips as the dildo is slowly fucking my tight seeping cunt. While Max is taking his turn in throat with his gigantic black cock, he matches the rhythmic "popping" sound of the dildo in my pussy. Now I am "popping" at both ends and I am being skewered on a spit. 

I feel my climax approaching. Chloe dials up the machine while Master is throat fucking his new slave. Max is stroking his thick cock all slick from my saliva. Master's cock starts to swell and he places his hand on my head as he erupts into my eager mouth. Max has brought his fat rod up to my face and is shooting his hot sticky cum on my face as I open up my mouth and try to catch the flying jism. I quickly ask for permission to cum and its granted. I spasm and I'm sent flying in ecstasy as each man takes turns slipping their still throbbing cocks into my mouth for me to clean and suck the last drop of their semen. The machine finally comes to a stop and Chloe comes behind me and softly licks my juices from my gaping and swollen pussy. I moan on the guys cocks. 

Max and I are left to clean the equipment and head up for dinner. My legs are still a little wobbly as I head up the stairs. I am happy to be home and surrounded by people who care for me. Over dinner, Master tells me that he and Chloe have been planning a graduation party for me for next weekend. 

Chapter Two

Chloe had been scurrying about all week preparing for my graduation party. I was able to help soon but other parts she wanted to keep secret from me. Mainly I was responsible for cleaning the penthouse. As the day grew closer, I helped with the decorations. Master had arranged for catering and service help. 

I tried as much as I could to keep myself busy. Now that I am Master's house slave I was no longer working as a hair stylist. I did miss my regular customers and staying in touch with their lives but I understand that my sole focus now is to serving my Master and his plans for me. 

During the first week after being at the Institute, I have been able to show Master and Chloe what I've learned. I told them stories of what went on during my stay there. Chloe for one loves to hear how we were used and punished. She's a pain whore, more so than me. Many times after I would tell a tale, she would have me lick her quim, her lips plump from arousal. 

One time when Max was over, she rode his immense staff while I told her about when that Mistress was milking her manwhore. This story really excited her and I watched her grinding on her Max's nubian spear. She would rock her hips back and forth, satisfying her needy cunt as she listened. When my tale was done and both she and Max had cum, I cleaned the mixed juices from their sex. This was a much needed break from her hard work in preparation for the party. 

Master has been out of town on business (he's told me that maybe I would go with him on future trips) On Friday, the day before the party, Chloe told me that she wanted me to help her milk Max. Max is Master's slave but because Chloe is his submissive/switch and wife, she is above Max and I as we are slaves.

When Max arrived to the penthouse, he stripped at the door. Chloe had me secure his beefy phallus and scrotum with a stainless steel cock ring. Then clip a leash to it and lead him to the dungeon. When we arrived Chloe had him kneel and kiss her knee high leather boots. She was wearing a half corset that left her sex and breasts visible. We placed Max sitting on a bench with his arms behind his back and locked together with a binder. His legs were connected to a spreader bar so that there was easy access to his cock and balls. 

Chloe started stroking his meat as I knelt near her. She would offer her hand and I would open my mouth wide for her to get my saliva to use for lubrication. Sometimes she would have me lean over and spit onto his dick. Everytime I see Max's big beautiful cock my mouth waters, so producing saliva is not a problem. Watching Chloe stroking his thick veiny fuck stick has all of my juices flowing. 

Chloe is telling him what a needy cock he's got because it always wants to cum. This seems to be stimulating Max because he starts to cry out and Chloe stops her ministrations. Max's cock throbs and pulses. My quim wets watching this. Remembering back at the Institute and milking that black slave, I was turned on but seeing Max is wholly a different thing. His thick cylindrical cock has brainwashed my body to respond to it. 

Chloe starts again, she has me stand and present my tits for Max to lick. (he loves my boobs) He sticks his tongue out and flicks it over my erect nipples, catching my rings. This shoots a pulse to my cunt and I feel my juices leaking from my slit. Max's breathing is ragged and he moans when Chloe stops stroking him again. I cup my boobs and began slapping either side of his face. This goes on for about an hour. Max has begged for his release. Chloe is being a real masochist, I would have let him off long ago, the cum slut that I am.

After he's promised that he will fuck us both to completion, she strokes him in earnest, telling him what a worthless little manwhore he is. She stops her manipulation and lets fo of his cock but tells Max he can cum. He cries out in pleasure as his cock pulses and erupts, sending his hot sticky cum spewing everywhere. His rod jumps and bounces shooting ropes of hot jism out. I attempted to catch it but it was like being shot out of a cannon. Chloe was so impressed. She cuddles and strokes her slave. Given great care to let him catch his breath and control his heart rate.

When he has recovered (about 10 minutes later) he is still engorged, rock hard and ready to make good on his promise to fuck us both silly. At first Chloe and I bend over a waist level padded rail side by side. Max, still wearing his cock ring, comes behind us and starts with his Mistress. Chloe cries out when he's slipped into her drenched folds in one swift move. Max grabs her cheeks and roots his gigantic cock into his Mistresses steamy love channel. Then he abruptly pulls out and nuzzles his fat cock into my saturated folds. The sudden fullness in my cunt takes my breath away. I can feel my needy gash suck and squeeze his shaft. When I'm about to explode he withdraws from me and is back to his Mistress. This goes on several times before Chloe demands her pleasure and he grabs her by the shoulders and brings her down on his throbbing fuck stick. I can hear his balls slapping her clitty with every stroke. This sends her over the edge as she falls against the bar and holds on for dear life as he pounds her cunt, extending her orgasm. He abruptly pulls out of her clenching channel with a "pop". And plunges his cum lathered cock into my waiting cunt. His strong hands grab my arms and locks them behind my back, using them as leverage to ravage my aching pussy. That's all I need as I tumble off the ledge and lose myself with his thrusts, taking me with the cock that my pussy craves and knows so well.

After a long recovery period. Chloe takes Max upstairs to shower and bed. I'm left to clean the toys and equipment. When I finish, I take my shower and slip into bed. Despite being excited about the party tomorrow, I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow. 

Chapter Three

My graduation party is in full swing. Master has invited many of his friends in the lifestyle, his business associates, and even some of his clients. The penthouse is elegantly decorated. The food and open bar are keeping everyone happy. There are many other slaves and submissive here. Master has introduced me to everyone. I am trying to keep up with the names as this is something that my Master wants me to be aware of. He says that its a sign of respect to remember someone's name, as well as, their specific likes and dislikes. As a slave it would be important for me to remember when I am sexually servicing someone whether they like their balls sucked or to be rimmed, deep throated or just suck on their head as I stroke their shaft. There's no way I can remember this tonight, so I am focused on the names.

I'm am a little surprised that I'm not self-conscious at all about being totally naked in front of so many people and some not even in the lifestyle. On occasion during the evening, Master will unzip his fly and instruct me to service his cock while he is talking with a group a people. My focus is squarely on him and his needs. At times someone will ask to have me suck them as well. One such person was one of the instructors from the Institution. I recognized him from there and remembered on many occasion taking a load from him. Master said that he had heard from him that I was much requested for this. Master told me how proud he was of my skills. I told him that I've always had an oral fixation since I was very young but now I do it to make him proud.

After several hours the crowd noise starts to die down. Master calls everyone to the great room of the penthouse for a demonstration. I'm excited because I don't know what's going to be shown. Master starts by saying how proud he is of me and goes on to boast about what a perfect slave I have become since he's met me. I start to cry and well up with emotion as I hear his praise and admiration. 

He calls me to the stage (really its just a step up area around the fireplace) where a padded coffee table sits. Master has me get into the "second position" on the table. He goes on about wanting me to demonstrate several of the things I've learned since I met him and since I returned from the Institution. 

He tells me to demonstrate all six of the slave positions that he wants me to use. 

Master explains that I am currently in the second position, and asks me to explain its position and purpose. 

"The second position is called at ease. My legs are spread shoulder width apart, arms are behind the back with the open left hand supporting the open right. This is used for when the slave has to be in position for a long time or waiting for her next command."

"Move to the first position slave."

I move and stand with legs spread, fingers interlocked behind the head with the eyes down.

"This is the first position and its called the Standing presentation. Its for inspection of Master's property to see if there is any wounds, marks or tender areas that might need tending."

"Thank you Any, now what about number three?"

I remain standing with legs spread, but bent at the waist, and use my hands spreading the cheeks of her ass. 

"This is the third position and is used so that both my vagina and ass are displayed for my Master's inspection or use."

"Very good slave, and now kneel for me. and tell us about this position."

I quickly move to a kneeling position.

" Position four is a kneeling presentation. A slave is on their knees with legs spread to display her sex, back is arched to enhancing her breasts, hands behind with left supporting right, and eyes are looking down."

"And which position is your Master's favorite?"

I quickly get on all fours with my legs spread, head to the floor, resting my weight on my elbows with my hands even with my shoulders and pointing forward.

"This is the fifth position called the ass up. Basically you're on all fours with your head on the floor. This position is primarily to present your holes for inspection or use. Master likes this position because this is how I greet him when he comes home from the office. I get a text that he is on his way and quickly go to the entry way and assume this position. I never know how long it will take him so I could be in this position for minutes or hours. I must remain focused with my back arched. This causes my pussy and ass to be in the prime position to satisfy my Master."

"Very well said slave. Now position six."

I curl up with my legs together under me with my head still on the floor and my arms pointing back with my hands by my side. 

"This is the sixth position call surrender. This is primarily used when a slave is overwhelmed or has lost her focus. It is used to relax, re-focus, and meditate, bringing the slave back to center and form."

"Thank you Amy, let's give her a round of applause for that."

I flush and return to a kneeling position. My nipples are puckered from abrading on the leather padding. This causes my nipple rings to twist up. I can feel the outer lips of my labia are swollen and my engorged clitty in on display for all the crowd to see. The exhibitionist in me has my body trembling with desire. 

Master is stroking my hair and lovingly caressing my body. I feel his pride in me and this swells my heart.

"Now Amy, I want you to name and describe your slave or slut holes for the crowd."

"Yes Master. Slave hole #1 is my mouth. It is used for cleaning, and oral service. A slave should be in a duck like position, with her arms behind her back, making eye contact and her back arched to present her breasts."

"Amy why is it that you have such a skilled reputation with your mouth?" 

"I'm not sure Master. I have always loved the feeling of cock in my mouth. I've learn to use my throat muscles to massage the head and shaft of the cock. I also try to make my tongue touch their scrotum when I am deep throating them."

"As good as you are, tell the crowd why you tend to receive more punishment from given head than any other infractions."

"Master says that I'm a cock whore because I can cum by just having a cock in my mouth."

"Alright and you're next hole?"

"Slave hole #2 is my pussy. Its used to provide my Master pleasure. A good slave should work on strengthening her kegel muscles so to be better able to squeeze and milk Master's cock when my pussy or ass is in use."

"Very well said. Now I would like to have a demonstration of this kegel muscle. I have a anal hook (it has a ball with a 3" diameter on one end and smaller ball on the other) that weighs about 2 lbs. Slave will you assume the first position." 

I move and stand with legs spread a shoulders width apart, fingers interlocked behind the head with the eyes down.

"Now I'm going to insert this hook into Amy's cunt and she is going to hold it for at least ten seconds. Now I want everyone to know that 2 lbs is a lot of weight for this."




Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 06



Master pushes the larger ball into my seeping hole. It slips in with no resistance and holds it in place. I use my kegel muscles and clamp down as hard as I can as I do not want to fail Master in front of his friends. He lets his hand drop and starts counting. I struggle to keep the ball in because my slutty cunt has been weeping it's juices for the past several hours. But when he gets to ten and beyond, the crowd roars and Master tells me to release the ball. I relax my grip and the hook slips easily from my slit and falls in his waiting hands. He kisses me sweetly on the head.

When the crowd murmurs die down he has me finish with my holes.

"My third slave hole is my ass. Its to be kept clean and lubricated at all times in case my Master desires to use it. When it is my time of the month I can look forward to my ass being used as my second pussy. My kegel muscles are used here as well to better please my Master or whomever might being making use of me."

"To conclude this presentation and signify the end of tonight's celebration of Amy's graduation. I would like her to recite the Slave Code of Conduct. Slave will you return to position #4."

I gracefully move to a kneeling position with my legs spread, displaying swollen and my puffy sex, my back is arched presenting my breasts, my hands behind my back, and my eyes are looking down.

"You may begin Amy."

"Master, the Code of Conduct for this slave is as follows."

"1) I'm am here to serve the needs of my Master."

"2) I am here to obey my Master's orders."

"3) I am here to accept my Master's discipline."

"4) I am here to please my Master's desires."

"5) I will withhold my opinion until I am fully confident of the facts in my possession."

"6) I will always accept the responsibility for my actions and accept the consequences."

"7) I will always make sure that my honor and integrity are in good repair."

"8) I will always take my power from a place of humbleness not ego, for ego is a slaves enemy."

"9) I will always protect the Master's property even if it is from the Master." 

"10) What other people think of me is none of my business."

"Very well done Amy, I'm so proud of you and this night has been in your honor."

"Thank you Master," as I reach out and cuddle his leg as I nuzzle the large lump in his crotch.

The crowd slowly begins to file out of the penthouse. Master and Chloe see that anyone that has possibly had too much to drink is provided a ride home or given a room here at the Hotel at Master's expense. When everyone has finally left I start cleaning but I'm stopped by Master. 

"Let the catering and cleaning service do that, let's go to bed."

I'm exhausted. Its been a busy day. I have been running on adrenaline for the past three days and when Master lays me in his bed to take me. I fall asleep before he can get undressed.

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 07



Chapter One

It's been several months since my graduation from my Master's Institution. Where they train men and women how to become better submissives and slaves. Upon graduating, my Master offered me his collar and I've become his house slave. I used to cut his hair in my salon and I instantly felt an attraction. The rest is history. Now I live in his penthouse suite in the luxurious Wilkerson Hotel. It takes up two whole floors. I live there with my Master and his wife and submissive Chloe and sometimes their big black bull slave Max. We are one happy and contented pod.

Things have been going along very smoothly. I have gotten into the routine of service in my Master's home. My days are basically divided into three areas of service. 

Physical - cleaning around the house, dishes, and laundry. I clean the toys and equipment after a night of play. 

Emotional - listening patiently to Master, Mistress, and Max, as need arrises. They all have worries and try my best to offer support and my love.

Sexually - as the house slave, this includes, but is not limited to, offering my slut holes at any time to any of the pod members or anyone at the whim of Master Kesler or Mistress Chloe. (although I've never been asked, I would for Max too. I have a crush on his big black cock.)

As I was saying everything was going along great. That is until something happened that brought my step-monster Gayle back into my life. 

She married my dad about two months after my Mother died. We never got along. She was always coming between me and my Father. While I couldn't compete with her for my Father's affection (she was only five years older than me and sleeping with him) I understood why he chose her over me, she was a very attractive girl, and my father was lonely. 

I left home when I was 16. Finished school the next year and got my certificate to cut hair. When my Father died the next year, he had left me some money but I wasn't old enough to get it. Gayle offered to loan me enough to get my salon started but I would have to pay her back. It really was just her way of trying to control my life again.

My salon was very successful and I was able to pay her back before I turned 21 and could receive the little bit my Dad left me. Well, long story short, she kept my money. I blew it off, thinking it was worth not having her in my life.

When I recently sold my salon, the bank never sent me the money. Although I actually owned it outright, her name had been on the originally deed. So when the sale went down the bank somehow screwed up and gave her the money. 

I called her to inquire about it and she went off that I had never paid her back and she had already spent the money as she had fallen on hard times. She told me that she already had been reading the papers that I was some Billionaire's booty call. (if she only knew) So she told me I didn't need the money as much as she did. That I could just spread my legs for the Billionaire's and he'd write me a check.

She had always been very degrading towards me. I think she was jealous of me and daddy. She once told her friend that there was something sexual going on between me and my Father. Nothing could be further from the truth. I loved my daddy, we would cuddle together but it was never in a sexual way. That was when I left home.

Now she was threatening to go to the celebrity magazines and tell them a bunch of lies about me and Master. With Master's permission I agreed to meet with her and see if there was a way to get out of this situation. 

Master and I met her in the restaurant located on the first floor of the Wilkerson Hotel. We were there having drinks when she was brought to our table. She was still a stunning young woman of 29. She was seated and ordered a drink. I introduced her to Master. She immediately asked about my collar and I explained that I was his slave. She rolled her eyes and laughed. 

That's when Master, who had been quiet up till now, told her in no uncertain terms, that if she didn't give back the money, that he would contact his lawyer and sue her for every penny she and her current husband had. She started to cry, saying that she married her current husband for money and he had fallen on hard times and lost everything. She explained that she had spent the money to stop the foreclosure of their home. Gayle told Master that if he tried to sue her, she would go to the gossip rags and spill all his secrets if he didn't write her a big check today.

I was crying. Master sweetly touch my face and wiped my tears away. He told Gayle that if she would come upstairs to his penthouse, he would write her a check. I squeezed his hands because I didn't want him to do that, but I didn't say anything because I figured he didn't want our lifestyle made public.

Master made a call upstairs, I had assumed it was to let Chloe know we were coming up. But when the elevator to our floor opened up, Michael, Master's driver, was there with a black bag and quickly placed it over Gayle's head and she was dragged into the penthouse.

Master and Michael restrained Gayle to a chair in the den and removed the bag. I still didn't know what was going on. Gayle was screaming that she was going to press charges for kidnapping. She was calling me a slut because I was now naked except for my collar. 

When Master started to talk with Gayle, he explained that what she had done with the money from the salon, she could go to prison for a long time. That she would lose everything she had, including her home.

Master said that he would agree to write her a check for $1,100,000 but on one condition that was not negotiable. Her ears perked up when she heard that figure. Master told her that she would have to submit to him for the next three days, from Friday until Sunday. She would be his personal slave and would have to do everything he requested without hesitation.

She was quiet, mulling over his offer. I was still lost. Did Master want her to become part of the pod? Was he attracted to her? When she agreed, my heart sank. I ran to the room and fell on my bed. Chloe followed me, She told me to trust Master. That he was in control of what was going on. 

When he came into my room, he sat beside me and ran his fingers through my hair. He dried my tears with his thumb, and lifted my chin with his finger. He looked into my eyes. He told me to trust him. He was going to make sure that this ended here and now. He would make sure that Gayle never bothered me again. I kissed his hand and told I'm sorry for my momentary lack of faith. He kissed me sweetly and left the room.

Chapter Two

(Gayle's point of view)

What have I gotten myself in to? Yeah, I had made a mistake in taking Amy's money but I didn't think I would go to prison for it. But I can't afford to pass up this deal. This money would get Hal and I back on track, hell maybe I could just split with the money and never go back. But if this Kesler guy thinks he can get over on me, he's got another thing coming.

I'm still tied up to this chair when Kesler comes walking up. He's a good looking man, I have to give him that. But I'm not to bad myself. I take care of my body. I have long "bottle" blond hair. I'm not a skinny chicken like the girls in the magazines these day, but I have some curse and I'm proud of them. I still turn the guys heads with my 34-24-38 figure. My pillowy natural DD boobs have always been my best asset, that is, next to my big bottom. I haven't had a ticket since high school.

Kesler comes and sits down in front of me. He says nothing at first, just stares at me. He's checking my body out. I give him a little twirl of my hair and bat my eyelashes at him. When I lick my lips, he stops me cold.

"Save it Gayle, your seductive powers are useless on me."

He reaches over and squeezes my breast. His strong hand feels nice. as I bite my lip. He stands and walks around my chair, stalking me. I'm still restrained, as his hands gather my hair and he pulls it into and ponytail and secures it. His warm hands touch my neck, encircling it. I feel his breath on my neck and ear.

"Am I getting you wet Gayle? Is that cold as ice cunt of yours waking up?"

I'm taken aback by his crude language but I do have to admit I feel something stirring in my core. I would never tell him this, but I feel my body starting to heat up.

"No, nothing yet Kesler," I lie.

His hands slipped beneath my blouse, then into the cups of my bra. His strong hands squeezed my soft mounds. My nipples crinkled under his palms. He pulled his hands into my heaving chest, flattening my peaked tips, sending a charge down between my legs. I was biting my lip, as my body was beginning to betray me. I could feel his breath, as his warm soft lips nipped on the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. 

"Your body tells me different sugar. Your breath is ragged, and your nipples could cut diamonds."

His hand moved up my chest and wrapped around my throat. His wet lips found mine. His warm tongue parted my lips and claimed my mouth. His thumb and finger grasped my turgid nipple and teased it, twisting. His tongue delving further down my throat. I was losing control. I could feel my folds leaking as this man claims me. When I was about to give myself over to him, he stopped.

"Wh...what did i do?"

"Nothing sugar. I just think you're overdressed." I saw his lip start to curl. 

He left the room and returned with a pair of scissors in his hands.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to rectify your clothing issue."

With that he began cutting my blouse down the front. Once it was halfway, he just ripped it open. My chest was heaving as he slipped the scissors between my globes and snipped my expensive bra.

"Hey you idiot! You're going to pay for that."

"That would be a matter of opinion."

After he cut the rest of my blouse away, my mams are on display for him. He tweaked my hardened nips. Then started to undo my pants.

"Hey, let me just take them off for you, don't cut them."

"Alright, you're going to be a good girl right?"

"I promise."

He unsnapped the restraint that held me to the chair. I rubbed my wrists and gave him an angry look. I attempted to covered my breasts and he slapped my arms away.

"First rule sugar. You never cover your self from me. I own your body for three days. Understand?"

" OK. OK. I get it."

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. His eyes look right into my soul.

" Second rule. When I ask you a question or give you a command, the appropriate response is always yes Sir or no Sir. Now do you understand?"

"Y...yes Sir."

"Now stand and remove those pants. I want to see what you've got to offer me."

I stand up and just look at him, trying to be bratty. I hesitate just enough that it must have tried his patience with me, because he grabbed both my wrists and pull them behind my back. He forces be down over a sofa. Holding both my wrists with one hand, his other works the snap of pants. They're wrestled down to my ankles. 

"Put your hands behind your head Gayle."

"Y...yes Sir,"

I comply as he grasps the back of neck and holds me down. His finger slips into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down below my rump. I am bent over his sofa, naked from the waist up, and now with my pants at my ankles and panties down to my thighs. I feel so exposed, He now knows his effect on me, because my panties are soaked through.

Chapter Three

My breath is ragged as he holds me bent over his sofa. This man doesn't play around. He kicks my ankles to get me to spread them farther apart. 

"I going to punish you Gayle. Do you know why?"

"What...I mean no Sir."

"When I told you to stand, you didn't acknowledge my command and you're acting like a little brat."

"I'm sorry Sir. I'll be good now."

"I doubt that, but I am going to make sure that you remember not to test my patience again."

Without warning he brings his large hand down on my upturned ass. In rapid fire succession. He gives each side of my fanny several hard smacks. I haven't been spanked in my entire life. I could always flash my puppy dog eyes and my Father could never punish me. Neither of my husbands would dare. I was much younger than them.

He gives each cheek several more smacks. I yelp out and try to get up, but he just pushes me down harder. His hand rubs my hot behind. I feels soothing, until he slips between crease, down between my legs.

"OOooohhh..."

I shudder as his fingers rub between my slick folds. His fingers pass over my erect clit. I find myself pushing back against his hand, trying to gets some relief. When he presses his fingers at the opening of my slit, I try to squeeze my thighs together and he removes his hand and smacks my red rump again.

"Never deny me Gayle. This is my body. Not yours."

With that he lifts me up and brings my arms behind my back as his arm wraps around me. My hands are at his crotch and I feel his hard bulge through his trousers. My god he must be huge. I feel a my pussy flood juices to my folds.

He brings his hand up and slaps my breasts, alternating between them. My fleshy mounds wobble and sway under his ministrations. He cups my breast and kisses the side of neck. I exhale and I reach for his cock and squeeze it. 

"You find something you want Gayle"

"Yes Sir. Please, I want you inside of me."

"Then kneel." 

I'm not sure what he has in mind but I drop to my knees.

"Yes Sir. Are you going to fuck me?"

"You'll have to earn that sugar. Now unzip me and remove that cock you want so bad."

I unbuckle his belt and find his zipper and pull it down. My trembling hand reaches into his boxers and grasp his ridged handle and released it from it's confinement. My hand could barely fit around its girth. It was the perfect balance of size and length. I could see why Amy would be slave to this man.

I spit into my hand and started stroking his cock. I cupped his heavy ball sack and squeezed his meaty helmet and some pre-cum leaked out. I don't give head, it's not my thing, but my mouth was watering to taste it.

"I wouldn't waste that if I were you."

"I don't do oral sex Sir."

"I'm sure you got out of that with those plump tits of yours, but your mouth is mine and I intend to use it in any way I see fit. Now open that mouth Gayle and take what you know you want."

"Y...yes Sir."

I wet my lips and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the bulbous mushroom. His leaking juice tastes of brine. I slowly start to move up and down in short strokes but mainly working his cock with my hand. I'm torn between my desire to please him so he will fuck me and still trying to find a way out of this mess.

"Put your hands behind your back Gayle. I want your mouth to do all the work."

Removing him from my mouth, "yes Sir."

Returning him to my wet mouth, I lock my lips around his shaft and start bobbing my head in earnest. My head pistoning back and forth on his thick pole. I want to get this over with and move on to something else. He stops on the quick...

"Slow down Gayle, you've got all weekend."

He reaches down and squeezes my breast. I moan on his shaft and slow down, taking him as far down my throat as I can. 

"There you go. I'll bet all the guys used to worship those fun bags of yours. How does it feel now that the tables have turned?"

He holds my mouth on his cock as I struggle to mumble my reply around his staff.

"That was a rhetorical question. Keep going, you're doing better. By the time you leave on Sunday, you'll be a pro at this."

His hand's still playing with my tit-flesh but his other hand moves to my head and starts to give me the rhythm that he wants. He's forcing his cock to the back of my throat and I start to gag. My eyes tear up but he gives me no relief and continues to piston in and out of my mouth.

"Gayle, I'm going to cum. I want you to be a good girl and swallow it all."

I look up with questioning eyes but he doesn't care. I'm going to have another first when I take his spunk down my gullet. His breathing hitches as his shaft swells. He stills my head as his seed erupts into my mouth. I try to keep up but end up gagging and it blows back up my nose and out the sides of my mouth, dribbling down my chin and onto my heaving breasts.

"There you go sugar. That feels good. Keep it in your mouth now and just hold it there and don't forget to thank me for using your mouth."

I swirl my tongue around his pulsing head, still dripping small amounts of fluid. 

"Thank you for using my mouth Sir."

I would have never believed it but the simple act of serving him gives me some sense of pride and I smile.

"Now you've earned your release."

I let his cock slip from my lips.

"Thank god, I need you inside me." 

"Oh no Gayle, you've just earn an orgasm. My cock is quite another thing altogether."

I lower my head in frustration, "Yes Sir."

He fists his cock, "now lick my balls while you use your fingers to get yourself off."

I pout, "yes Sir."

My hand moves between my thighs and I run my finger through my leaking folds. I cup my breast and catch my nipple between my thumb and finger. Still laving on his balls, I tease my clit with the slickness from my pussy. I moan into his scrotum as I diddle my engorged nub. 

I am so close. The tingles I have felt since he restrained me to the chair, have morphed into spasms that are racking my body. I've never felt like this before. I'm right on the edge as I jam two fingers into my pussy, splitting my sopping labia. I twist my erect nip, as my hand is a blur between my thighs. I hear my juices as my fingers work my slit. I pull on my nipple and thumb my clit as I approach my climax.

"Cum for me Gayle like the slut you are."

"Oh god...yes"

His calling me a slut really does something to me. 

"Tell me you're a slut Gayle."

"I'm a slut Sir."

"Tell me you're my slut. "

"I'm your slut Sir."

"My dirty cum slut."

"Oh god...I'M YOUR DIRTY FUCKING CUM SLUT SIR!"

And my orgasm crashes over my body. The spasms touch my core to the deepest level. I've never cum this hard in my life. Never felt this dirty and this satiated. 

"Good girl. Now I want you to get those wet panties off and go take a shower. You'll be sharing Amy's room for the weekend."

I rise slowly and pad naked down the hall. This is going to be an eye opening weekend.

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 08



Chapter One

(From Master Kesler's view)

Man that is one cold hearted bitch. I can see why Amy left home at 16. You can tell that she's gotten her way with every man she's ever met. But I intend to put her in her place. For this weekend, her place will be at my feet and at the end of my cock.

Gayle had essentially stolen Amy's money that she should have received from the sale of her salon. Now her wicked step-monster has tried to ad extortion. But I have offered her a way of out. She agrees to accept my check for $1,000,000 and leave, forgetting about her threats to "out me" to the scandal rags, and never contact me or Amy again.

Now I'm no fool. You don't become a billionaire being foolish. I know that good hearted Gayle will take the money but she would be back later with the same threats until the honey hole runs dry. Her track record with husbands tells me that.

So I've added a caveat to the windfall I've offered. She accepts the million dollars and agrees to become my slave for the weekend and submit to my every command without question. My intention is to turn her world upside down, and having dirtied her panties, she won't be able to make any threats towards Amy or me ever again.

This has already been a day of firsts for my weekend slave. It started with her 1st time submitting to someone, her 1st spanking, 1st blow job, and swallowing her 1st load. (and the 1st time someone has refused to fuck her, but I'm not counting that) My plan is to fill her weekend submission with firsts.

I wake my newest slave. I Chloe, my wife and submissive help Gayle get dressed. I've picked out one of Chloe's "school girl" uniforms, with no bra or panties. They're about the same size, except Gayle may have a bigger ass, but they both have more than a mouthful tits. 

When she comes out of Amy's room she is a site to see. Her boobs are trying their best to pop the buttons on her blouse, and I can see the tops of her stockings because her ass makes the skirt that much shorter. Of course I can see her peaked nipples trying to poke their way through the fabric. 

"Well, don't you look slutty."

"Am I supposed to say thank you Sir?"

"Don't start the day being bratty Gayle. Your bum should be still sore from that lesson."

"Yes SIr it is."

"Good. We are going for a spa treatment this morning and that should help you out."

"Thank you Sir, that's kind of you."

"Don't thank me yet."

We head down to the first floor of the Hotel, Gayle, Chloe and myself. I've decided to keep Amy at a distance for now, as she is still somewhat emotional about this. We are taken right and placed in my private room. It's a perk of owning the penthouse suite. Our clinician begins with a mani and pedi for the girls. 

I'm enjoying watching Gayle struggle to not expose her quim because of her short skirt. When that's done its time for the brazilian wax.

Gayle cuts her eyes to the clinician then to me, "but I just trim my bush...Sir."

"You will have all of your body hair removed today Gayle. No negotiation."

Yet another first. By the time she's finished, her eyes are half lidded and dilated. While her chest and neck are flushed. I can see that her that she is aroused and ready for anything, whether she wants to admit yet or not. The clinician exits the room. Chloe and Gayle both have beautifully hairless pussys. 

"My doesn't that look nice. Almost those slits look good enough to kiss."

Gayle's eyes light up at my suggestion. Chloe smiles, she knows where this is going.

"Gayle, would you like a reward for getting your pussy waxed?"

"Oh yes Sir. That would be nice."

She reaches down and runs her hand on her hairless quim.

"Lay back then, Chloe...why don't you reward my slave by kissing her freshly waxed cunt."

"Yes Sir"

Gayle is clearly uncomfortable, but to her credit, she doesn't say anything., and that's some improvement.

Chloe starts by kissing up Gayle's leg. When she gets to her inner thigh, a gasp escapes her lips. Chloe teases her by skipping her labia and goes back down the other thigh. 

"I've never done this Sir. Its so dirty."

"Yes but you're my dirty little slut Gayle. Now spread those legs wide and let Chloe teach what girl on girl sex is all about."

"yes Sir."

Chloe moves where her thigh meets her hip, placing soft kisses along the way. Her labia has flowered and her little nub is peeking out, needy and aroused, like the woman herself. Chloe takes her takes her tongue and runs it slowly up her channel, circling the engorged clit, then back down through the folds. 

She spreads her lips and sticks her tongue into Gayle quim. Now Chloe has an extra long tongue. I can personally attest to that. And I have seen her drive women crazy with the cunilinguist skills. Chloe presses her tongue deep into Gayle's puss. Moving in and out and a steady rhythm. Her nosed rubbing against her stuff button as she curls her long tongue and reaches her spongy bump of Gayle's G-spot.

"Oh god, Oh god..."

Chloe had her right on the edge but pulled back. Gayle whimpered. She wet two fingers, then recaptured her swollen clit with her soft lips. She placed her wetted fingers at the entrance to Gayle's needy opening and pushed them home. 

"Oh yes...yes."

Chloe's fingers first moved in and out, twisting and turning, driving Gayle to another level a pleasure. She was sucking on Gayle's clitty and using her tongue to swirl around the tortured bud. Her hand turned palms up, as she curled her fingers and began to softly rub Gayle's sensitive G-spot.

"MMMmmm...Sir can I cum?"

"What, you're wanting to cum by a girl licking you?"

"Oh god...yes SIr!"

"Tell me what a lesbian cum whore you are."

"Aahh...I'm a lesbian cum whore Sir."

"Then cum for me whore."

Gayle's head goes back with her eye's closed as she is lost in the throes of her orgasm. She starts to yelp and her pussy begins to gush her fluids onto Chloe's face and hands.

"Oh god Sir this is too much...aahhh"

Still writhing, Chloe licks through her spasms, sending her over the edge again. Her hands and face, flooded with the evidence of her endearment to having her pussy thoroughly satiated by another women.

I let Gayle catch her breath. Chloe is stroking her, placing soft kisses on her abdomen. 

"Gayle I think CHloe deserves a thank you. Don't you?"

"Thank Ma'am."

Chloe kisses her way up Gayle's inner hip, up the side of her stomach, to her breast, suckling her erect nipple. Then up her flushed chest and neck, before taking her face in her hands and kissing her lips. Gayle accepted her offered tongue and she tasted herself for the first time. 

I watch with rapt enthusiasm, as the girls shared their special kiss.

Still kissing, Chloe laid back, bringing Gayle with her. She pushed Gayle's head down, and she continued to place soft kisses on Chloe's body. She ran her fingers through Gayle's blond hair and pushed her further down towards where her thighs met her legs. 

For a moment Gayle looked up to Chloe, then me. Then returned to kissing her way down to Chloe's pussy. 

Chloe gasped, "just do what you know makes you feel good."

With that, she tentatively licked her peeking clit, flicking her tongue on Chloe's hood ring. 

"MMmm yes, that's it."

Encouraged by Chloe's voiced passion, she licked down her split folds. Pushing into her opening and fucking her with her tongue. Chloe placed a hand on her head and started to move her hips to Gayle's tongue lashing. 

"OOhhh yes Gayle, keep going. Finger me."

Gayle lifted her head and replaced her tongue with two fingers. Driving them into Chloe's wet crease. Gayle worked her finger in and out, as Chloe was nearing her climax. Her hips grinding against the invading digits.

"Sir, may your subbie cum for you?"

"Of course love."

"Thank you Sir! AAAAhhhhh yes...thank you Sir."

Chloe clasped her hands onto Gayle's head and held it in place, as she rubbed her sex on her face. Gayle was still pistoning her fingers into her clit while laving her swollen nub.

Chloe's breathing was ragged as she held Gayle head at her quim. Her body spasming as the waves of her orgasm ran the length of her torso. When she had calmed herself, she slowly sat up and embraced Gayle. 

I gave each a plush robe and we all headed back to the top floor. 

Gayle had already had a busy morning of firsts. Her 1st, brazilian wax, 1st lesbian encounter, and her 1st taste of her own juices. And the day was still young.

Chapter Two

When we get back to the penthouse, Amy has prepared a nice lunch. She seems in better spirits. I take her into my arms and kiss the top of her head.

"Did you miss us my pet?"

"Oh, yes Sir." 

Her hips grind into my bulge, as her arms go around my neck. 

"Thank you making lunch. I want you to go prepare your graduation present for Gayle. Then come back up and eat some lunch. I reserved a special spa appointment for you because you're being such a good girl."

"Thank you Sir."

She bounds off down the hallway. I go and sit at the table where both of the ladies are seated and waiting for me. I sit and begin to eat Amy's baked chicken with rice. Only after they see that I've started, do they start eating. I think Chloe is helping out a little with protocols.

When we are about finished, Amy returns and starts to eat. I make eye contact with Chloe and Gayle and they follow me to my dungeon.

As Gayle enters the doorway, she sheds her robe, following Chloe's lead again. They follow me over to Amy's graduation present, a mechanical fucking machine. Gayle is eyeing it with some timidity. 

"Gayle, this is what's called, for lack of a better term, a fucking machine."

"Oh my god. I'm going to have to do that?"

"Yes, I thought it was about time that your cunt get used."

"But Sir, I would rather you use my...cunt."

"Are you wanting to feel my cock inside you Gayle?"

"Oh yes Sir."

"In due time Gayle. I promise you, before the day is through, my cock will be inside of you. Now get up on the pad."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

Chloe helps her to lay down on the narrow padded leather bench. Her arms and legs are to either side and Chloe is strapping her to the corresponding legs of the bench.

I run my hand down her back and lightly tap her ass cheek. Then slip my hand between her thighs and find her soaking wet.

"Nicely drenched cunt you have Gayle. I think you're beginning to crave this treatment." 

"mmm...I guess so Sir."

I run my fingers through her folds and present the to her lips. She tentatively opens her mouth and accepts my offered fingers, sucking her juices from them.

"Does that taste like a guess so?"

"No Sir. "

Chloe has selected and medium sized dildo and placed it on the rod coming from the motorized box. She's applied some lube, even though Gayle is so wet it would be overkill. She lines up the phallus to Gayle's opening.

I take the controls and turn the dial slowly, as the dildo inches its way into her quim. Her wet lips open and accept the slick shaft into her needy hole.

" look into my eyes Gayle." 

She lifts her head, "oooohh...yes Sir."

Her eyes open wide as the rod spears her. I increase the speed to a medium pace, as the both Gayle and the motor whins. Her eyes close as the dildo is pistoning into her.

"Eye contact."

I dial the speed up some more.

She opens them, "sorry Sir...Oooohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk"

The cock is driving deep into her pussy, making her body rock with each solid thrust. I let her get into a good rhythm. Sounds of wet sloshing tell me that she's getting fucked well. Her eyes are open but heavily lidded. I slow the speed down and she whimpers softly. I get a medium sized anal hook and lube the ball up well.

"I'm going to put this anal hook into your puckered hole." 

Her eyes widen, "Sir I've never had anything back there."

"Are you ready to leave? This seems like a lot more fun than prison." I say with a smile.

She drops her head, "yes SIr."

"Tell me you want it in your ass."

"Put it in my ass Sir,"

"Beg me Gayle, Beg me to put it in your ass. Convince me."

"Please Sir, put that thing in my ass."

I press a lubed finger into her tight hole. This dildo is on a very low speed, that I'm sure is more annoying than pleasurable. Her ass is tight but once my finger moves past the initial ring, it opens up well. I add another finger and she start to lift her hips to meet the thrusts. I'm not sure if its the dildo or my finger's she wants. 

I remove my finger and place the ball of the hook at the entrance.

"I want you to push back against the pressure. You will feel some pain with the pressure, but I promise you it will get better quickly."

Pressing the ball in. she takes it pretty well. Her whimpers are more of a pleasurable tone than that of pain. When it is seated, I bring a cord up from the end and tie it to her ponytail, pulling her head back until she is looking straight forward.

I pick up the speed and the dildo is back to making sloshing sounds. The sight of Gayle strapped to a bench, with an anal hook pulling her head back, as she is being fucked relentlessly is a sight to behold.

She is struggling with something. Her eyes are closed and she is biting her lip. I touch her face.

"Are you ok Gayle?"

"Oh god...yes Sir. May I cum Sir. May your dirty whore cum Sir?"

Smiling..."Yes you may. Good girl."

She shatters into a million pieces as her body is overwhelmed with spasms. Her pussy floods, leaking fluids down her thighs and onto the padding. The wet sloppy sounds of her orgasm is only eclipsed by her screams of passion.

"OOHH FUCKING HELL...YES, OH YES. THANK YOU SIRRRRRR!"

When she has calmed down some. Chloe and I help her from teh bench. She is drained and weak. I pick her up in my arms and carry her over to the bed in the corner of the dungeon. I sit and hold her in my lap and ask Chloe to bring me two bottles of cold water. I stoke the sticky blonde hair from her eyes and caress her face.

"How are you feeling sugar?"

She tries to get up, "I'm fine Sir."

I hold her tight, not letting her up yet, "sit tight here with me. You've been through a lot here. I want to care for you. This is what's called aftercare. It;s where the Dom tends to the needs of the sub."

She puts her arms around my neck and I pull her tight to my chest as she starts to catch her breath and calms.

And another day of firsts continues. Gayle has had her 1st ride on a fucking machine, and her 1st anal play. 

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 09



Chapter One

It started out as a very stressful weekend. My step-monster had stolen the money from the sale of my salon. Master had arranged to meet with her to discuss the problem. She had threatened to call the gossip magazines and out Master for being in the BDSM lifestyle.

Master offered her $1,000,000 for her to go away and never have contact me again and to buy her silence. In order to get the money she would have to submit to Master for the next three days.

This is Sunday, the last day of her submission. Master has had me me busy doing other things because he felt that I was too emotional with having to deal with her. She had been sharing my room and bed at night. I don't know if it's the things that Master has been putting her through or not, but she has been a changed woman. 

She has not been cruel to me. We have been spending time at night talking. Will we ever be close friends? I don't think so, but I do feel some how, she better understands me now, and that makes me feel better.

I've been talking with Master about this and he has agreed to let me participate in her last day of submission. I am excited, as I have not had much interaction with Master or Chloe this weekend. Master tells me that Max will be a part of it too. This makes my mouth and pussy water just thinking about his gigantic black cock. Master is first in my heart without question, but my inner slut comes out when I am near Max's luscious chocolate fuck meat.

Master has instructed me to have Gayle, my stepmother, ready at 7am this morning. She is to be naked of course with her collar, a medium sized butt plug and a simple blindfold. He also had her insert a butt plug in my sphincter too.

I lead her down to the lower level and into Master's dungeon. I place her on a raised area in front of the fireplace. I help her to kneel and to get into a kneeling presentation pose. She doesn't need much help as she has been in this position many times in the past two days.

I step back and look at her. She has really has been able to slip into her submissive role. Her body is displayed well. Her large pillowy breast are pushed out and swell with her every breath. Her legs are spread wide. Her labia is splayed, glistening with the early signs of her arousal. Her clit is beginning to fill with blood and is just starting to peek out from under its protective hood, like a budding flower. 

To me, she looks like the perfect submissive. Although I have a long history of issues with her, my body is responding seeing her this way. I want to kneel and service her needy pussy. But I'm sure to be punished for doing so. 

I'm saved by Max, Master and Chloe's black bull stud. He strolls into the dungeon, looking like a bouncer at a club. It's been a couple of weeks since I've seen him as he has been busy with his work. 

"Hey there baby girl"

"MAXXXXXX", I shriek when I see him.

He breaks into the biggest smile that you've ever seen. It's so infectious, I always find myself smiling like an idiot. I lose control and quickly run to him and leap into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He gives me a huge hug, as I snuggle into his neck. He wraps his big strong arms around me and I feel instantly safe and loved.

When I finally let him go, we moves over to where Gayle is still displayed with her blindfold on. 

Now Max is a slave just like me and we are supposedly on the same level in our pod's hierarchy, but from the moment I met him, I've felt very submissive towards him. Tonight, he is going to be in the switch mode, as he will be our Dom. The thought of this has my juices flowing. 

Gayle is growing inpatient having to wait on her knees. Max starts walking around her. She hears that he's near. Gayle's nostrils flare, as she must smell is rugged scent of fresh soap and sandalwood. He stops behind her, his large hands grasp her blonde ponytail and pulls her head back. There's an audible gasp. 

"Amy, bring me a crop."

"Yes SIr."

I bring him a black leather horse crop with a terminal end that's one inch wide. Max takes it and whips it through the air. Gayle jumps as the swishing sound is right by her. She can feel the rush of air go by. Max moves around to her front. He teases her nipple with the soft leather tail. Gayle bites her lower lip, as a shudder goes through her.

Max taps her nipple several times, then once hard on the top of her breast. Gayles head goes back, but holding her position. Max starts to tease the other nipple. Gayle is squirming, in anticipation of the next blow. It doesn't come at first. Max waits in silence, then brings it down again of her other breast. Gayle turns to avoid the pain, but the crop had already met its mark.

Max reaches down with his big hand, softly rubbing her breasts. Cupping them, squeezing them. Gayle moans. Max steps back and lightly taps her inner thighs with the crop. First up one side then down the other. Gayle keeps her legs splayed open. The crop comes to her quim and Max presses it against her peeking clit, rubbing the leather tail against it. Gayle tilts her hips up, trying to get some friction to slack her need.

Max flicks the crop up and taps her engorged bud. Gayle responds by trying to hide her sex, thus avoiding it being the next target. Max flicks the crop through the air, causing Gayle to jump. Max reaches down and runs his hands down between her legs, cupping her wet pussy. Gayle pushes against his hand. Max runs his large fingers through her slit. He uses her slickness to rub her swollen nub. Gayle is moans.

"Amy come undress me."

"Oh yes Sir."

I grab the bottom of his tight black t-shirt. He leans down and I pull it over his head. I kneel at his feet. I'm looking up into his eyes, as I slip my finger in the elastic of his gym pants and pull them down to his ankles. He steps out of them. His big beautiful cock is bulging against the thin cotton briefs he's wearing. I hug his bulky thigh and nuzzle his big fat dick with my face. 

We're just a foot in front of Gayle. She's fidgeting with anticipation. 

I squeeze Max's shaft through the material, then lean in with my mouth and gently nibble the head of his cock. He groans with equal part pleasure and pain. I've seen Chloe, his Mistress, do this to him and know it gets him going. I see a spot of moisture in his briefs. 

My fingers grab the elastic of his waistband and pull them down slowly. His cock catches the edge of the briefs, and bounces up when it's released. His big meaty shaft slaps him on the stomach. He fists his big black cock and slaps my face. Gayle can hears this, her other senses heightened by the loss of one through the blindfold.

I stroke his cock with my hand. My hands look so small against the heavy girth of his tool. I use both hands to squeeze it, causing some pre-cum to ooze out the slit. I lean in and swirl my tongue around the head and lick it up.

Still on my knees, I turn and lead him by his root to Gayle. I rub his fat cock on her face. Her mouth opens, but I just move it across her lips, teasing her and him. 

I tell Gayle, "open your mouth whore, and worship your new Master's cock."

She whimpers and opens her mouth again. I take Max's big black shaft and guide it into Gayle's open lips. The soft lips stretch to take his giant cock. Her soft moans vibrate on his rod. Max slowly pumps into her waiting mouth.

He pulls out to her whimpers. Fisting his ridged black cock, he rubs it on her lips again, then slaps her face with it. Gayle keeps her mouth open hoping to be filled again. WIth that, Max reaches down and removes her blindfold. 

When Gayle's eyes clear, they go wide as she realizes for the first time that Max is black. 

"Stand up Gayle."

Chapter Two

Gayle rises slowly. Max takes her in his big strong arms. His massive cock presses into her belly. She puts her arms around his neck. Max bends and pulls her leg up. He rubs his fat cock against her wet labia. He grabs her other leg and lifts her up, cradling her.

I kneel behind her and grab Max shaft and guide it between her sloppy folds. He presses into her opening. Her fluids allow him to slip in with only some resistance. He slows to let her adjust to his size. 

While Max stood with Gayle cradled in his arms, he starts to lift her up and bring her down on his gigantic black cock. Gayle has her arms around his thick neck as he bounces her up and down on his glistening shaft. Her sloppy pussy his leaking down his cock onto his big black balls.

I lean in and lick her juices from his ball sack. His fat black dick is disappearing into her slit. I move up and run my tongue on the shaft while I cup his balls.

They are both moaning into each other's mouth as Gayle needy cunt sloshed with every stroke of his cock. Gayle is writhing on Max's big beautiful specimen. Her head falls back, lost in the throes of the first wave of her climax. 

"Ohhh god that's soooo good..."

Her hips curl to him as she breaks over the ledge of her orgasm. Her breasts sway as he cradles her onto his cock. Lifting her up and down. When her body goes limp in his arms, he lifts her up and sets her down gently. 

"Kneel Gayle and clean your wetness from my cock."

She struggles to her knees and grabs his cock and shoves it into her waiting mouth. Her lips surrounds his fat black dick as she moves up and down the length. 

The door to the dungeon opens and in walks Master. He is wearing jeans with the first two buttons of his button fly jeans opened. His bare chest show off his rock solid abs. He moves to where Gayle is cleaning Max's big black cock.

He moves beside Max. I kneel next to Gayle and reach into Master's jeans and pull his erect cock out. I open my mouth and wet his turgid rod. 

"Gayle, get into position #5."

She hesitates for only a second then moves to all fours, with her legs spread, head to the floor, back arched as to present her cunt and ass to Max. Resting on her elbows with her hands even with her shoulders and pointing forward Master.

"Good girl", as he grasps her ponytail and lifts her head up. 

She takes Master's offered cock into her willing mouth, as Max rubs his shaft into her wet folds. He grabs her ass cheek as he fists his big black cock and presses into her wet and needy slit again. She moans around Master's shaft.

The two men are pistoning in and out of her holes. Their glistening shafts disappear into her body. Watching the taking of my step-mother is turning me on. She and I never got along, but seeing her submit to the Max and Master stirs something in me. 

Master removes his cock and strokes it while offering his balls, slick from her saliva to Gayle. She quickly takes the offered ball sack and sucks them into her mouth as Master fists his shaft.

Max has her ass cheeks in each hand, spreading them as he continues to pound her needy cunt. He looks over to me and nods for me to come over.

I crawl seductively to him. My dangling breasts sway. He takes a handful a my hair and places my face on the small of Gayle's back. He removes his cock from her wet slit and feeds it to my waiting mouth. I suck his slick cock, tasting my step-mother's tangy pussy juices.

Then he removes it with a pop and pushes back onto Gayle's cunt. She whimpers on Master cock as she is filled on either end. I lay on the small of her back and watch the rippings abs of Max as he takes his white slut.

Max ouls out and gives me another taste of her sweet pussy, before returning to her slit. He smiles down at me.

The two men are thoroughly fucking Gayle as she is spit-roasted on the hard glistening shafts. As she is rocked back and forth on their thick cocks, her dangling pillowy breasts sway to their ministrations.

I kneel back watching them double penetrate my stepmother. Their thrusts became more earnest, as they ravished Gayle body. Her moans were muffled by Master's thick cock but they signaled her impending orgasm. 

Both men looked at each other and nodded. All at once they both removed the throbbing cocks from Gayle. She whimpered as her body felt empty. Her mouth and pussy yearned to be filled again. 

Max was the first to speak, "kneel Gayle."

Chapter Three

Gayle kneeled up displaying her wet and swollen sex. Her breasts were pushed forward wanting to be touched. Her hands were placed behind her, submissively, hoping that the men would take pity on her and use her some more. She was almost there, and she needed to cum so bad.

"Please Sirs, this slut is so close, " she pleaded.

"Amy, lay down and let Gayle crawl on top of you."

"Yes Sir."

I move quickly and lay beneath Gayle. Her spayed sex is lowered onto my face. I softly lick her wet folds before delving into her slit. My tongue works up and down her wet folds. She start to grind on my face, as she gets nearer to her climax. 

Master and Max get in front of her and are fisting their throbbing cock in her face. She reaches down grabbing my breasts to steady herself as she is rubbing her erect clit on my face.

"Please Sirs, may this slut cum?"

She is licking her lips as they stroke their cocks in her face.

"Please Sirs..."

"Who are you?" Master asks.

"Oh Sir, I'm your cun slut." 

"My filthy cum whore."

"Yes Sir, I'm your filthy cum whore!"

"Then cum for us you filthy cum whore!"

At his words, she breaks over the edge, losing herself in the throes of passion. Her hips working her slit on my face. She grinds her cunt on my face, as I lick the length of her spasming pussy. Her breasts sway as she gets lost in her shuddering orgasm.

Max is the next to follow as he strokes his cock onto her face. Jets of his thick sticky cum splash on her face. Ropes of jism spray in her hair, face and open mouth. 

Master is next, stroking his shaft, he releases onto her face too. His hot cum burns her face as it mixes with Max's offering. She reaches up and smears the sticky fluid on her face. 

"Gayle lay down and Amy you position yourself over her face."

"Yes Sir," we both say in stereo.

Max moves behind me and offers two fingers to Gayle's sticky mouth. She gladly takes them and wets them with her saliva. before he kneels and pushes them into my needy pussy. His thick fingers are splitting my sloppy folds, the sounds of my wet snatch give warning to my impending climax.

Max twists his finger and curls them to hit my sensitive G-spot. I feel my stomach tighten and the sudden need to pee. I'm grinding on Gayle's tongue as she is laving my erect clit as Max is finger fucking me.

"May your slave cum Master?" 

"Yes you may."

And I break into a million pieces as my body is rocked by wave after to wave of spasms. I feel the walls of my pussy clench as I spray her face with my ejaculate. My juices now mixed with Max's and Master's. Max's fingers continue to thrust into me, as I let loose another orgasm. Gayle is lapping my folds as I flood her face again.

A shudder runs through me as I fall on top of Gayle. She wraps her arms around me. This is the first time she's ever hugged me. I start to cry, lost in the emotions of our present and our past.

I slide off her and she moves to my side, wiping my tears. The guys step back and let us have our moment. We layed there for several minutes as we both came down from the highs of our orgasms. 

Later, after we have showered together. She comes out in the great room to find Max, Chloe and Master waiting. She now has her clothes on that Chloe set out for her. She looks beautiful as always, but she appears to be a changed woman to me.

She goes down the line and hugs and kisses everyone. She finally gets back to me, she takes my face in her hands and softly kisses me. She doesn't apologize out loud, but I feel it in my heart. 

Master pulls her from me and takes her into his strong arms. He leans down and kisses her forhead. 

"Gayle your time is up and you are free to go."

He hands her a check for $1,000,000 and a CD case.

She takes the check and asks, "what's this?" holding the CD case up.

"That is a video of your entire weekend. Its a recording of all your firsts you had this weekend. I hope it will remind what a filthy cum whore you are."

"Wow, my own personal porn movie."

"Yes, and it will remain private as long as my name remains out of the gossip rags, because if you ever decide to tell this story, they will receive a copy of this video from an anonymous source. And you will find that yours is the only face that can be seen in the video."

With that she turns to go. Its hard to tell whether her plans were foiled, but I'd like to think that it never crossed her mind. We follow her to the garage where Michael waits to drive her back to the airport.

We are standing together, arm in arm, as she is driven away.

"I think that will be the last time we hear from her."

I lean up, put my arms around his neck and kiss Master lips.

"Thank you Master. I think she sees things in a different way now."

"I think so too, pet."

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 10



Chapter One

It has been several months now since my stepmother visited. She has been nothing but supportive. She asked Master if he would be willing to mentor her current husband. She informed us that when she returned, she fell to her knees at his feet and begged for his forgiveness. 

She is now his submissive wife. Master did not agree to mentor her husband but did contact a friend that lives near them and asked him to be their mentor.

I have gotten into a good routine the house slave. I continue to busy myself around the house. Master gives me chores to do. Sometimes he will give me certain assignments. 

On one occasion, he left a note for me to pick up some groceries. He had me wear a very short black skirt, a revealing red top that was nearly sheer. Of course my collar. I wore red thigh high stockings and ridiculously high black heels to match. Because of the short skirt, the tops of the stockings were clearly visible. I looked like a whore from the street.

He had a list prepared, but I was not to open it until I arrived at the store. Michael drove me there. He said nothing about my attire but when he opened the door for me to get out, there was a prominent bulge in his trousers. It didn't help that I flashed him with my short skirt and no panties. I gave his cock a squeeze as I passed him on my way to the store.

Once inside, I took the list out and read it for the first time. It was listed as follows;

1.

duct tape

2.

clothesline cord

3.

a package of clothes pins

4.

a jar of cherries

5.

a can of whipped cream

6.

a large cucumber

7.

a wooden spoon

Reading the list, I blushed. This list clearly had the makings of a wild sexual tryst written all over it. I began my quest, as I walked down the aisles, my heels clicking which step. I height of them forced my hips to sway seductively. 

I got more than my share of awkward stares. There are mostly women here but the occasional man eyes me up and down. Normally I would not care about being seen by others when I'm with Master. But not having him here, I am less secure with myself.

I try to quickly obtain the items but these high heels require me to walk very slowly. Along with hips swaying suggestively, my breasts sway under the sheer. Nipples pressing against the fabric like darts, my rings are clearly visible to all. As embarrassed as I might be, my juices are flowing, as I obediently follow my Master's wishes.

I finally head towards the checkout aisle. I get into the "10 items or less", checkout lane. I am about 3 people back. I picked this lane as it has a younger man running it. But as I move closer, he is replaced by an older woman. While she is ringing me up, he is bagging my items.

They both are giving me knowing stares. She is looking at me with disgust, while he is looking at me with lust. I can tell because of the growing lump in his jeans. He asks if I need any help with my bags.

I smile sweetly and thank him but tell him I can make it. He frowns disappointedly. 

As I saunter away, I make sure to give them both a show. I am aroused by both of their responses. Her disgust, heightens my arousal from the humiliation. While seeing the young man clearly enjoy looking at my overtly sexual display, strikes a chord with the exhibitionist in me.

I return home without any further incidents. I get a text from Master around 4:30 that he is on his way home. Our routine is such that when I get a text from Master that he is coming home. I am to present myself at the entry way in position #5. 

I never really know how long I will be waiting. Sometimes he teases me and it will be hours before he arrives. Other times he is there in five minutes. So I scramble to the door with my bag of goodies from his grocery list.

I present in the #5 - "Ass Up" position - I am on all fours, with my legs spread wide, my head is resting on the floor. My elbows are on the floor even with my shoulders. My hands pointing forward. My back is arched to present my #2 and #3 slave hole to my Master when he arrives. With the arch in my back, my large hanging breast rub against the cool floor and my nipples abrading with any movement. 

I do this everyday, and is one of the most exciting times of the day for me. Whether its the submissiveness of the position, so open and displayed for Master when he opens the door, the suspense of whether he may have a guest arrive with him, or the simple act of obedience. there is something that strikes a chord in the deepest depths of my core. I get so wet waiting in anticipation. 

Today, I am only waiting about twenty minutes before the lock of the door clicks and the door knob twists and he enters alone. He comes along beside me and carresses my back with the tips of his fingers. He pulls my ponytail back and force me to look into his eyes. 

"Did you get the things on my list?"

"Yes Master, they are there in the bag on the table in the foyer."

"Good girl."

He reaches down between my spread thighs and cups my sex. I wiggle my ass for him. He runs his finger between the folds of my labia. I whimper with need. No doubt he feels the slickness of my moist cunny. My juices have been flowing as I have been thinking about the shopping trip.

"How did it make you feel to be purchasing a list of things that could be used is sexual play and to be dressed in a suggestive way."

"I felt very exposed, and embarrassed. I think it was because you were not there with me Sir."

"Well, I think you deserve a reward for your obedience. Tonight, you will be spending some time with Mistress Chloe. Then I will give you my surprise."

I wiggle my ass, "what is your surprise Master?"

"All in good time my pet, but you will be pleased. Now kneel up." 

I get to my knees and move to hug his thigh. My breasts and legs are on either side his thigh as I lean in and nudge his rather large lump in his tailored trousers. He runs his hand through my hair and I purr. He reaches for the bag from the table and offers it to my mouth.

"Go meet your Mistress in the dungeon."

With that he leaves and has me crawl on my hands and knees to the dungeon. 

Chapter Two

When I arrive there, Mistress Chloe is waiting for me. She is dressed in a black Corselette, with matching thong panties, thigh high stocking and stiletto heels. Her cleavage from her breasts was pushed up and spilling out. Her waist was cinched tight, accentuating the flare of her hips. She was wearing a harness that had a rather large black cock. My mouth watered, while my cunt and ass clinched. 

She looked severe, nothing like the soft and sexy submissive girl I was used to seeing. I had rarely seen her dressed this way when she was topping Max. Now I was the target of her desires and my body was already responding to the sight of her standing there waiting.

I crawled to her feet and offered the bag of things that were still held in my teeth. She took the bag and I kneeled, presenting myself to her for inspection. 

"Mistress, I'm here to be used as you see fit."

She said nothing. She rummaged around in the bag and bought out the cucumber. She offered the phallus and I took it into my mouth. It was quite large, as my lips stretched around it. 

"Take a bite slut."

I looked at her questioning. 

"Bite the cucumber slut!"

I bite down and she removed the part that was left. I was left with a very large bite of cucumber filling my mouth. She placed a piece of duct tape over it to secure it. 

Next she removed the nylon cord and began securing my arms behind my back, weaving circles around my breasts and across my chest. She laced the cord down my body. She tied a knot at my vulva and ran two lines of the cord down through my folds. Each of the cords held my labia splayed and opened. 

Finally, she brought my ankle up behind me and secured them to my upper thighs. She helped me up to a kneeling position. The ropes were tight but she tested them to make sure I was getting proper circulation. When she was satisfied, She started placing clothespins on my body. 

First she put some on my breasts and nipples. Then down my torso to my sex. She placed several pins along my labia lips, then securing them under the cord that was holding my ankles to my thighs. These held my cunt open and exposed.

Mistress ran her hand down between my tits. Further down my stomach, everywhere she touched was on fire. I was just barely holding back my orgasm. Then she moved between my thighs. My legs were splayed out and her hands went through the open folds of my pussy. My juices were already flowing. She dipped her finger inside then moved them back to my exposed clit. 

With my pussy tied open with the cord, my clitoris was engorged and needy. I let out an audible sigh, biting my lip to avoid cumming without permission. She slipped two fingers inside my open cunt and fingered me slowing.

I whimpered, as I was struggling. My mouth filled with a vegetable phallus, my body securely bound, and my sex splayed for her use. She stepped back and took her fingers, wet from my slit, and wiped them on my face. I smelled the pungent fragrance of sex now smeared on my face.

Next the cherries came out. She rubbed her slit with her fingers. I wished she would release my mouth so I could pleasure her. But she just kept stroking herself until she was wet. Mistress got the jar of cherries and began stuffing them into her pussy. She ended up with about 10 of them inside her. 

She reached into the bag and removed the wooden spoon, tapping it on my body. The cord had been wrapped around my breasts. This made them tight and red. She was tapping the spoon on the tops of them. Not hard, but with a steady rhythm. While it didn't hurt at first, with the steady tapping, they soon began to turn red and started to sting. She would tap the pins causing some pain. I practiced my breathing that Master had taught me and it let me get past it.

She continued down my stomach, near my vulva, and between my spread thighs. My body was responding to her ministrations. My nipples were peaked and stiff to the point of hurting. My juices were leaking from my splayed folds.

Mistress grab me between my breasts on the rope bra, and flipped me over onto my stomach. This had my breasts pressed against the cool floor. my arms behind my back, and ankles still pulled back against my thighs securely. This had my ass sticking up in the air. Some of the pins were now caught beneath me, pulling at my flesh.

Mistress ran the spoon between my thighs. Tapping on the inner part until she got to the folds of my wet pussy. She tapped them, then the area just above my clit. I jumped, afraid she was going to hit me there. I whimpered around the phallus taped in my mouth.

She stopped and started walking around me. Her heels clicking with every step. I was so aroused and waiting. Fear, mixed with the pleasure and pain of her ministrations had me ready to explode.

"Are you ready for your Mistresses big black cock?"

"MMmuuffff MMmuuff" I tried to say yes.

Not that I felt that she could understand what I was trying to say, but I think that she could see the need in my body. Either way, she knelt between my thighs and rubbed the black phallus up and down my splayed folds. Pressing the head against my slit, she eased it forward and the lips flowers open, taking the cock of her strap on. 

Started with a slow steady rhythm, she slowly increasing in speed and force. I tried to push back against her thrusts, but my restraints held me stilled. I combination of the pins on my labia and Mistress's black cock going in and out of my pussy was overwhelming. The sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. 

Mistress pressed down on the small of my back, forcing my hips to curl downward. Her black cock was now hitting my cervix with each thrust.

"MMmuufff MMmuufffff"

My breasts pressed against the cool tile, my back arched, I had given up control of my body, now I was edging closer to an orgasm and no way to ask for permission. Mistress kept pounding my open and needy pussy.

"MMmuufff MMmuuuuufffff"

She leans over and pulls the duct tape slowly off my mouth. I spit the half of cucumber out of my mouth. My voice ragged with need.

"Mistress, may this slut cum?"

She grabs the cords that are laced down my body and increases her thrusting. The sounds of my sloshing cunt, mark the rhythm of her dominance over me.

"Please Mistress, let this slut cum."

"Cum for me."

A shudder rolls through my body, as my core starts to spasm. Because my movements are restricted by the cords, I am left to writhe as my body convulses with involuntary waves of contractions. 

Mistress slows her thrusts, eventually easing out of my wet gaping cunt. I slowly come down from my high, my body still shivers as she starts to untie me. She picks some of the pins from body. 

Chapter Three

I kneel up as she continues to remove the clothespins. Her hand moves to my quim, still tender from my orgasm, and runs her fingers through my wet trough. The pins on my labia rattle, as she pushes two fingers into my sloppy cunt. She starts to pick the pins off, while fingering my channel.

I roll my head back, as the blood rushes back into my swollen lips. The pain is like fire, assuaged only by her ministrations to my quim. 

"Mistress, may your slut cum again?"

"Cum, my needy little cum whore."

She rubs her thumb over my sensitive clit, and once again, I break over the ledge and fall into the abyss from my Mistress's ministrations. While my body is racked by spasms, she removes the rest of the pins. I whimper, and moan, lost in the fine line between pleasure and pain.

Mistress holds and strokes her fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead as I slowly come back down to earth. I lean to kiss the tops of her breasts, pushed up by her severe corselette. She pushes my head lower and I trail kisses down to where her thighs meet her hips.

She leans back and shakes the can of whip cream and sprays it on her crotch over her panties. My tongue licks the cream slowly, teasing her skin with the tip of my tongue. I pull her thong aside and lick her lips from the bottom to the top. 

Her juices are somewhat acidic, but tinged with the sweetness of cherries. I lean in and use my fingers to spread her labia. Her inner lips are moist, and her channel is bubbling as the first of cherries peaks from her pussy.

I tongue the red fruit, and pluck it from its perch. I chew the offering and go for the next one. Mistress is moaning and forcing my face further into her quim. The cherries come out one by one. She shudders as they are sucked from her passage.

Mistress is grinding harder now, and her cunt is clinching as I finally remove the last cherry. Now I slip two fingers into her wet channel, curling my finger up and softly rub her spongy G-spot. My tongue swirls around her swollen button. 

I blow cool air across her engorged clit, and her pussy clinches. My finger start sliding in and out, each time bumping her sensitive spot. Her grunts and moans encourage me further.

I take her clit into my mouth and softly suck on the tender bub. My finger drive deeper into her slit. I'm knuckle deep in her pussy when she starts to spasm. Her hands pull my face further between her legs, as they tighten around my head. Her hips move to meet my thrusts as she screams, signally her climax.

We lay there for a while as she slowly comes down from her high. I softly kiss the inside of her thighs, and the up to her lips. Her juices still sweetened by the cherries that filled her pussy while she was dominating me. 

She reaches down and pulls me up into an embrace. Our lips meet and we kiss sweetly. She cups my face in her hands and forces her tongue in and captures my mouth. I feel safe and loved.

She finally clips a leash on my collar and leads me out of the dungeon. I crawl down the hall my hanging breasts sway as I exaggerate the swing of my hips. 

When we reach the great room. Master is sitting in his chair reading by the fire. He looks up from his book.

"Well, don't you two looks totally sated."

I kneel up at his feet, presenting myself. My back arched, breast pushed out showing the marks for the cord and pins. My legs spread wide with my blood engorged clit, peeking out from red and swollen lips still leaking with my juices. 

He runs his finger through my sweat tinged hair. His thumbs rubs my swollen lips as I open and suck in his thumb. I wish silently that it was his cock, but it calms me just the same.

"I guess you are ready to hear your surprise my pet?"

I nod, not wanting to release his thumb from my mouth. I continue sucking softly. 

"I've decided to take you on my next business trip. There are a couple of products that one of my companies has completed R & D on and I would like to see the prototypes before we start production."

I release his thumb, breaking the suction, "oh thank you Master. I would love to come with you on a business trip. Will Mistress be coming too?"

"No my pet, that is why she was allowed to have some private time with you tonight."

I pout, but lean in to kiss his hand that is still stroking my hair.

"Now go pack some things, Chloe will help you. We leave in the morning."

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 11



Chapter One

I woke up early this morning. I wanted to be prepared for our trip. I bathed and removed all of my body hair. Mistress Chloe has helped me with packing last night. I dressed as Master had instructed me to. I'm wearing a white waist cincher corset, with matching thigh high stocking and red high heels. My dress is a white form fitting, sleeve mini dress, off one shoulder. Of course, no panties or bra, and Master's collar.

I do some light makeup and my hair is in a tight bun, I feel very sexy and hope that Master is pleased. I go down and make a simple breakfast of toast, bacon and coffee.

Master and Mistress come down and we eat quickly and say our goodbyes to Chloe. I will miss her and still wish that she was going with us. But I am excited to be able to spend time alone with Master. It will be my first time on a plane.

Michael takes us to the airport and we head to the hanger. I realise we are taking Master's private jet. It's really sleek and sexy. The stewardess, Michelle, greets us. She is stunningly beautiful with long red hair. Dressed in a tight grey pencil skirt and white silk blouse. The skirt is quite short and I can see the tops of her white stockings and garter. Her heels stunningly accentuate her long legs. 

When we get on board, Master instructs me to remove my dress. At first I am a little embarrassed but I obediently follow his command. MIchelle takes my dress and escorts us to the seating area. She gets our drink order and scurries off down the aisle. 

Master buckles me into my seat, making sure it is very tight. He tweaks my nipple and tells me to relax. I am nervous about flying. It takes my mind off the fact that I'm naked except for my corset, stockings and heels. 

As we taxi away from the hanger, Michelle returns with our drinks. She then buckles herself in the seat facing us as we turn onto the runway. I am starting to shake. Master notices this and takes my hand and squeezes it. Then moves it to his growing bulge.

Michelle smiles knowingly. I give his stiff cock a good squeeze, as my mouth starts to water, and my sex pulses. I close my eyes as we zoom down the runway. As we gain speed, the plane bumps up and down. My breasts bounce with it. 

I focus on Master's cock. My breathing slows, and I feel calmer. The plane is rising quickly. My eyes are closed tightly. I hear Master groaning. I lick my lips, wishing I could be on my knees with his big hard cock in my needy mouth. It is times like these that I know that I am his slave. No matter who is around or where we are, I feel the urge to service his needs.

We start to level off but continue to gain altitude. I finally open my eyes to see Michelle with her skirt hiked up and is openly playing with herself. I see that she has no panties on and has three fingers in her slit, working them slowly in and out, while she eyes me playing with Master's cock.

There is an audible bell and the Captain comes over the PA and announced that we are free to move about the cabin. Michelle quickly gets up and is about to walk back to the cockpit, Master grabs her wrist and brings it to my mouth.

I open obediently and take her wet fingers into my mouth. I suck slowly, savoring her tangy taste. I swirl my tongue over each digit, looking up into her beautiful green eyes. I can see her nipples, as they press against the soft silky blouse.

When they are cleaned, she curtseys to Master and strokes my hair before leaving. Master unbuckles me and takes me towards the back of his plane. It times like these that I am reminded of his wealth. The plane could hold 40 people easily, but here we are just the two of us and a crew of four.

Master leads me to the far back of the plane, through a door, into a large master bedroom. There is a few small tables, and a very large four poster bed. (really, on an airplane) There is an open area in back with what looks to be a swing. Master tells me that its a sex swing. I've heard about them but never seen one up close. 

He guides me into the harness. My wrists are cuffed and clipped to my collar, while my ankles are secured below and spread wide. Master adjust the swing to where he wants me. I feel like a marionette. My body reacts to the restraint, as I know that I am about to be used for his pleasure. 

He moves around between my legs. He kneels down and begins to softly kiss my thighs. Moving up, he rounds my open lips. My labia has flowered in advance of his kisses. He sucks one of them into his mouth and nibbles it. I feel a strong tingle in my core. Not wanting to ignore the other, he nibbles it too. Then he takes his warm tongue and runs it from the base, between my puckered hole and pussy, up towards my engorged clit. Swirling his tongue around the erect bud. 

I try and reach, to run my fingers through his hair but I'm captive to those desires. As his warm lips devour my clitty, a finger enters my wet passage. I clench, as he moves it in and out. Then two fingers now egg me on to ecstasy. My hips involuntarily move to meet his thrusts. I close my eyes and fight to prolong my pleasure, as I know this is about him.

Just as I'm about to ask for permission to cum, he stops. I feel a cool wetness around my anal opening as he slathers lube and gently presses an anal plug to my tight opening. Once it's properly seated, he moves around to where my head is draped down. 

I open my eyes to find Master throbbing cock. I obediently open my mouth and take what is presented. My lips stretch to take him in. I hum as his hard cock slips down my throat. I feel a small wave a pleasure, as I always do when he takes his pleasure. 

I can't move much but he grasps the harness and rocks me back and forth. His thick cock is claiming me, as my tongue swirls around his bulbous head each time he pulls out. He gets a steady rhythm, reaching down and squeezing my wobbling breasts. He uses them to work me back and forth, driving his long thick cock down my throat. He teases my nipple rings and I moan with pleasure as he uses me.

I am teetering at the brink of my orgasm again. I feel his cock swell, but he stops again and I left to shudder at the edge of climax. He moves back between my legs and enters my now sopping pussy. My lips stretch to take his girth. Again, he grasps the harness and moves my body back and forth on his magnificent rod. I feel my sex clench, milking his cock, needing his cum inside me.

Master is pounding my willing gash. I hear the sloshing sounds of wet slut hole. I feel his meaty head hitting my cervix with each thrust. His grunts tell me the Master is about to fill me. I'm lost and writhing as his cock swells and dumps his warm seed into my belly. The hot spurts seem to hit my G-spot with each spew of his cum. His thick rod twitches deep inside. I don't even get to ask, when I hear him tell me to "cum". My climax follows his, as waves of sweet surrender wash over me. I clench down on his throbbing cock, milking him with my kegel muscles. I want all of him. 

When his softening shaft slowly pulls out, I feel his hot jism drip down the crack of my ass. It feels like molten lava and I shudder again with another wave of pleasure. He moves back around to my head and I eagerly clean his cock. Licking our mixed juices. I spasm again, extending my orgasm, as I swirl my tongue around his shaft.

While I am still suckling him, he calls for Michelle to bring us some water and a fruit tray. In a few minutes, she enters wearing only her heels and garters. She is the kind of woman that looks as good naked as she does dressed up. I am still laying back in the swing and I don't bother trying to cover myself, even though I couldn't if I wanted to.

Master takes a bottled water and Michelle offers one to me. Seeing that I am restrained, she opens the bottle and pours some into my mouth. Its then that I notice that her folds are swollen and drenched with cum. She must have been servicing the crew while we were back here. Swallowing the cool water, I lick my lips as I see her gaping folds. 

Master must have caught me gawking, and grasps her hips and steers her over my waiting mouth. My tongue is out before she is in place. I lick the wet folds, sucking them into my mouth. Nibbling them, biting them. I delve into her gaping folds, licking and sucking the juices from her moist and leaking cunt.

She leans over my body and she gets into a 69 position and we share each others juices. She is slurping away at Master's seed as it leaks out of my splayed pussy. 

While I am tonguing her slit, I see Master's semi-erect cock behind her. He is stroking his shaft, watching us clean each other. I feel a twinge in my core. He moves closer and watch him rub his meaty head through her glistening folds. I lave his cock as it furrows through her wet slit. 

He grasps his hardening cock and guides it into her channel. She moans into my cunny. I lick his balls as they slap against my face. His hands grip her ass, spreading her, as he pounds her gaping hole. He builds up a good rhythm, then slows. Master is always asserting his dominance. You will be fucked at his pace, his position, and at his will. Michelle is powerless, as she is bent over me, he takes her slowly. 

His cock comes almost out of her folds, before he thrusts back to her depths. He is teasing her with his cock. I feel her legs shaking with need. Master pulls out and presses his juice drenched cock into my waiting mouth. He drives down my throat as Michelle catches her breath. He pulls from my lips with a "pop" before entering her pussy again. He does this back and forth for what feels like hours. Michelle and I are so worked up. Both of us teetering on the brink. 

Chapter Two

Master seats his cock deep within Michelle's needy folds. He grasps the harness and starts to fuck her in earnest. I feel her concentration stray as she starts to moan loudly between my legs, leaving me wanting. She is shaking as her orgasm racks through her body. I feel her juices begin to leak from her folds and lick them like nectar from a flower, as Master's thick cock slides in and out. 

Master pulls his erect shaft out, her glistening fluids exaggerate the veins and cords of his love muscle. Michelle moves on wobbly legs and kneels at his feet. We both share cleaning Master's cock. Our tongue's meet and we kiss. The softness of her lips, mixed with the hardness of Master's cock reminds me of my still quivering cunt. I whimper with need. 

Master whispers a command to Michelle and while he retrieves a padded bench, she adjusts my position. My arms and legs are drawn upward until I am almost bent in two. I am now sitting straight up, with my ass and pussy hanging down and exposed. 

Michelle starts to twist me around, spinning me. With each turn and I am slowly inched upward. Master moves the bench beneath me and lays down. Michelle gently twists and pulls the plug in my ass, removing it.

While I'm still gaping, she grips Master still ridged cock and presses it to my clenching hole. The head slips through the ring easily. Master grabs my hips and teases me by moving me back and forth. The tip of his thick head slipping in and out of my ass. I am whimpering with desire. Wanting him to drive his cock inside and take me with force.

Just when I am about to beg, Michelle lets the harness go and I begin spinning. It starts slow at first, but I slowly begin to pick up some speed. With each turn, I am inching down onto his twisting, throbbing cock, driving him deeper inside my tight hole. 

I am spinning out of control as the phallus roots into my core. I am lost in the feeling of fullness. The spinning adds a different sensation, as I reach bottom, and his cock is buried in my ass. The centrifugal force causes the harness to start spinning back and I begin to rise off his throbbing shaft. 

As I spin out of control, up and down, Michelle adds to my spinning. This keeps me constantly moving up and down on Master's fuck stick. I feel his cock swell as I sink down for the last time. He fills my tight hole with his cum. The hot jism cause me to spasm as I ask for my release. I am right on the edge, waiting for his permission. 

Biting my lower lip he gives the one word I'm listening for. 

"Cum."

With that I am shattered into pieces. My tight channel clench his thick shaft. My leaking quim spill my juices onto my thighs. His thumb and finger pinches my clit and I spasm again on his shaft. 

Hanging still, I slowly feel his shaft soften, easing out of my tender rosebud. When it does withdraw, a final shudder runs through me. Master and Michelle help me out of my bonds. Michelle offers me a blanket. Master wraps it around me and takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed. 

I am cradled in his laps as I lean my head on his chest. I feel exhausted but so loved and care for.

"Welcome to the BDSM Mile High Club my pet."

"Thank you Master. You never cease to amaze me Sir."

We sit there on the bed until I fall asleep in his arms. I am awakened several hours later by Michelle's soft kisses. It seems that we are nearing our destination. She instructs me to dress and returns my white dress. I wash up and touch up my makeup. When I return to my seat. Master is reading a paper.

He straps me in for the landing as Michelle buckles in across from me. She too has dressed again. We exchange knowing glances, as I blush with thoughts of having shared Master just hours ago.

When we exit the plane, the pilots are at the cockpit door. Master thanks them for the smooth flight. My face is reddened with embarrassment. Somehow knowing they have an idea of what I've been doing. Their obvious bulges give them away.

Chapter Three

We disembark from the plane. We are at the Fiumicino or Leonardo da Vinci airport near Rome italy. I am ecstatic. I've always wanted to go to Rome. I almost jump into Master's arms kissing him.

We head to the customs area. They check our passports and go through our luggage. Master declares that we are here on business. I am getting some lustful glances from the agents. We are whisked into a private room and asked to be seated. We are questioned about where we are from and where we are going. 

I am afraid. I've never been abroad and have heard horror stories about customs. Master sits as if nothing is wrong, but I am fidgeting in my seat. The agent tells me that we will be search further. I'm told to stand and remove my dress. I look at Master who only gives me a nod.

I slip the dress off my shoulder and it falls, puddling at my feet. I'm standing there in my cincher corset, stockings, and heels. I reach up and touch my collar to calm my insides. The agent moves from behind his desk. He comes right in front of me. I lower my eyes to the floor. 

I feel his eyes on my body and my nipples tighten. He notices this and flicks the turgid buds with his finger. My face flushed with excitement. He grabs my arm and leads me to end his desk. His hand is on my shoulder as he pushes me down on his desk. 

I look to Master, who remains calm. The agent keeps a hand on my back as the other moves to spread my legs further. I feel them moving up my thighs. I'm still looking at Master, somehow he gives me a calming gaze and I let this agent feel me up. His hand comes to my still swollen pussy. 

He remarks to Master that I am soaking wet. They talk as if I'm not in the room. Master explains that I am his submissive. I wonder if there is a reason he doesn't use the correct term of slave. 

The agent uses two finger to enter my sopping hole. I moan onto his desk. My hard nipples are abrading as he fingers me in front of Master. He uses me until I am about to cum, then pulls out and wipes my juices on my upturned ass. I'm told to get dressed and return to my seat. 

I quickly dress. Master gives me his hand. The agent stamps our paperwork and we are on our way. As we leave his office, I see Master give the agent a knowing wink as he shakes his hand. The agent tells Master he looks forward to seeing more of me at the club later. I find myself taking my first breath in an hour as I realise they know each other. I pinch Master on the arm as my face flushes with embarrassment.

Our hotel is off the Piazza Navona near the center of Rome. Of course we are staying in "la suite presidenziale." Nothing but the best for Master. There is a private balcony to the suite. I go out there and take in a deep breath and smell the scent of freshly made bread. I can hear the sounds of the piazza below us. I'm already in love with the place.

We have arrived in the early morning and we're both wiped out. We shower and decide to take a nap. We're not expected until later this evening. As much as I am excited about going with Master to look at the prototypes, I'm asleep before my head hits to pillow.

To be continued...



Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 12



Chapter One

When I wake up Master is reading the paper. There is a knock at the door. Master just gives me the eye and I pop up to answer the door. It's room service and the young man wheels the tray into the room. He doesn't seem surprised at my nakedness. I'm beginning to think that I'm going to be his tip until Master hands him a $20.

We eat a light dinner and get dressed. I say we, I am wearing my red heels, Master's collar and red vinyl coat that only reaches mid thigh. The car meets us downstairs and whisks us away. When we stop, there is a large, rather old grey building. Master greets a few men, and he introduces me. I'm instructed to go with a young lady, while Master is escorted to the conference room.

I am going to model one of Master's new prototypes. It's a full body latex doll suit. It cover my entire body. The only part of me that's exposed are my hands, my mouth (there is a simple round circle with slutty red lipstick painted on), and an opening for my sex. Everything else is covered. 

It takes some work to get it on. Its very tight and I barely get my breasts into the suit. They are pressed tightly against the soft material. My rings can be seen through it, as they abraded in their confinement keeping them fully erect. 

I can barely see through the latex. Things only appear fuzzy. I can make out shapes of things, but not who people are, almost like a blindfold. My arms are folded back and secured with a leather strap. This forces my tightly confined breasts out further. I am given another collar over the suit and a leash is attached.

I am led down the hall to the conference room by the leash. I end up on a stage of some sort. The young lady spreads my legs. A man begins to speak and he is describing the suit I am wearing. First its about the material, and specs, but then about the options the model comes in. 

The young lady is instructed to continue the demonstration. She begins by pointing out the various openings. She talks the limits of vision, breathing, and hearing. She caresses my the opening where my pussy and ass are displayed. I've been leaking since I walked in the building, but so I'm sure that everyone in the room can smell my arousal and see my excitement. 

She turns me around and has me bend at the waist. There is no doubt everyone can see my wet gaping pussy now. The tightness of the latex makes the area around my vulva look puffy. My lips feel like they're sticking out. Being on display in front of a crowd I can't see is very stimulating.

The young lady is running her fingers through my channel. She then takes two fingers and inserts them into my wait hole. A moan escapes my mouth. Her fingers work in and out. I can't hear much but I know that my sopping wet cunt is making vulgar sounds. Everyone knows what a slut I am for relishing in being displayed.

She gets a nice steady rhythm and I'm pushing back to meet her strokes, but she stops, wiping my juices on my latex covered ass. Her wet hand comes down and slaps my behind. I don't jiggle as much, or feel the sting, but the sound of the slap resonates in my core. 

The young woman walks off and the man returns. He turns me around and pulls the leash down. I assume a kneeling position. He strokes my slick head and lean into it. My sensory perception is a bit off but I feel his loving touch, even long for it to calm my insides.

I am again facing the crowd on my knees. He offers two fingers to my mouth hole. Startled at first, I eagerly take the in. I move my head back and forth, sucking his offered fingers. He removes them and rubs my slick head again.

He must of removed his cock because the next thing I feel coming through my mouth hole is his big juicy man meat. I moan as I take the shaft into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the fat head. 

I feel his hands on the top of my head. He pulls my to him and his long thick cock goes down my throat. There's not much of an air hole so I have to really coordinate my breathing. Having been working on this with Master and Max's cocks, I quickly get my rhythm and I'm able to swallow the monster shaft.

While my head is bobbing up and down, he reaches down and slaps my latex encased breasts. I don't feel much of sting, but it is very stimulating. My nipples respond by crinkling to the point of hurting. My nipple rings are held tight to my body by the suit. This does cause some marked pain, but I love it.

The man removes his cock with a loud pop, and I am led to a low table. My arms are unbuckled and I am set up on all fours. The shaft returns to my mouth hole. I now have a little more freedom of movement so I double my efforts on his cock.

Just when I feel him getting close, there are a pair of hands on my ass. They spread my cheeks and a cock is rubbed through my wet lips. The large head presses against them before thrusting in. I realize that its a dildo and it must be the young woman returning to the stage.

They get into a good rhythm and I am quickly lost in their ministrations. I forget I'm in front of a crowd of people. My only focus is being spitroasted by the two phallus that are using me.

I feel the man's cock swell in my mouth. I push to take him down my throat. When I feel his pubic hair tickling my nose through the mouth hole. When his shaft is slipping down my tight throat, I swirl my tongue to tickle his ball sack. His loud grown can be heard even through the thick latex. I know that my Master will be proud of his slut.

His cock explodes down my throat. I swallow as fast as I can but some dribbles down the front of the suit. The young woman is still pounding my leaking pussy as I reach my peak. With the thick cock still pulsing his seed over my tongue, I near the ledge of no return. I can't ask for permission and I'm at an impasse.

I can't cum without permission but they seem determined to have me climax. It's not the punishment for cuming I fear, but shaming my Master in front of his employees. The man firmly has my head holding mouth hole on his shrinking cock, while the young woman still has my ass cheeks spread. She dips one hand to my clitty and diddles my clit ring with her finger.

I am writhing in pain and pleasure, trying to hold off. Then a strong hand touches my back and a mumbled but recognizable voice touches my ear. 

"Are you waiting for me my pet?"

"Cum."

And with that my body loses all control. The spasms rack my used body and I'm tossed over the precipice and shatter into a million pieces. My cock muffled screams of pleasure send me to that place we all want to go. The next thing I remember is waking up in Master's arms, safe and secure. 

The head portion of the suit has been removed and I am leaned into the crook of his sturdy shoulders and neck. His strong hands stroking my hair, kissing my forehead softly. 

We are still on stage, but after I am given some water by the young lady, Master has me in his arms and we are walking down the conference room floor. We are greeting the crowd. Many of them are touching the suit, while telling me and Master how impressed they are with the suit and my performance.

I swell with pride, both for the success of Master's prototype and for bringing Master praise for my presentation. Many hands graze over my well fucked pussy, and it sends a surge to my core. 

Chapter Two

Master takes me back to our suite. He sees to me with his lovely aftercare. As much as I love pleases him, it's these times I cherish too. While he can be a strict Dominant, he is also a loving provider.

After a small meal of room service, I shower and lay down for a nap. When I wake Master has my clothes set out for this evening. It a metallic deep V halter dress. When I try to put it on I can't seem to figure it out. 

I find Master and ask him. He smiles sweetly and tells me this a dress from one of his product lines. The halter attaches to sides of my collar. The strips that cover my breasts leave nothing to the imagination but would keep me from getting arrested.

The length is very short, almost a mini dress. The simple but sexy combinations is adorned with very high heels and a silver leash chain that attaches to my O-ring on Master's collar. It's more for decoration than function.

I kiss Master and tell him I love his choice of attire for me. He gives me his sweet smile and tells there is one more item, "the pièce de résistance." He opens a small box and pulls out a small toy. It looks like a fat pair of tweezers or even a clip. It's rounded with bulbous ends. (writer's aside - WeVibe...google it!) 

Master says it's the next prototype of vibrator. He has me bend over and present my sex to him. He doesn't need to lift my dress but spreads my folds and slips the clip on me. The small bulb is inside me and near my G-spot and the other larger bulb is outside of me and right on my clitty. 

He has me stand and walk around. It's not vibrating but is clearly staying put. It doesn't hinder my movements. He sends me to finish my makeup. While I am touching up my lipstick, a soft vibration hits my clit. Its just enough to tease but is nice. I assume there is a remote control. This is going to be an exciting evening.

I come back into the main room where Master is waiting. He is looking good enough to eat in the classic formal tux. He is grinning from ear to ear, holding his phone. He makes a swipe of his finger on it and sends the vib to pulsing my now wet pussy. It has several different settings and he tries them all, driving me crazy! 

I tell him I take back all the nice things I said, and that he is an evil, evil man. He flicks his fingers again and I almost fall to my knees. I quickly recant and beg for mercy. He smiles and switches the vib back to a gentle pulse. 

The party is a celebration of the prototypes and debut to the public. Many of the attendees are Master's employees and Italy's local kinksters. The ambiance is elegant and sophisticated. There are some very beautiful people of all kinds and shapes.

Master, of course, is the center of attention. While I am at his side for most of the festivities, we do get separated at times. I do finally get to meet my "tormentors" from earlier in the day. I found out they are a couple. The young woman is Alcina and the man is Nicoli. They are my protectors when I am separated from Master. 

The gentle vibrations from the vib is comforting. I feel like Master is touching me even though he is across the room and talking with others. It is gentle enough that I don't have to worry about spilling my drink. I do have to concentrate when speaking to others.

Alcina asks me to dance. I look for Master but he is busy with a group of men. We head to the dance floor. Alcina is such a beautiful woman. I feel very comfortable around her. It could be that not more than three hours ago she was fucking me soundly with a strap-on. 

We are both a little tipsy and are putting our best sexy dance moves on. We are attracting a lot of attention. The music is loud and I can feel the beat in my chest. I also feel Master's vib in my core. The pulsing from the inner part of the clip is strumming my G-spot. 

When a slow song comes on, Alcina pulls me close. Even with my heels, she is a few inches taller than me. Our bodies sway together. As we start to do some dirty dancing, our hips meet and my vib goes to singing. My head falls back as I writhe in her arms. 

I look around and find Master watching from afar. He has an evil grin on his face. I smile sweetly back at him. I am grinding on Alcina, I am almost embarrassed by my actions. She asks if I am wearing the vib prototype. I nod while looking into her eyes. She reaches up and pushes the halter of my dress aside exposing my breasts. 

She twirls my nipple rings, they tighten even more with her play. My eyes never leave hers. She is clearly a Domme, I feel the strength in her gaze. I know that I am in trouble. I look again to Master. He gives me a simple nod.

She grabs the decorative leash thats attached to Master's collar, turns and leads me off the dance floor. I follow obediently, like a puppy. My exposed breasts swaying as she escorts me away from the crowd.

We go down the hall to an alcove. Its a wall of windows to an outside garden. I would imagine that people, during the day, sit here and take their breaks. Once we were out of sight, she pulled me to her and captured my mouth with hers. She cupped my face in her hands. Both of our breathing was ragged.

I'm kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, when she pushes me down. I drop to my knees. I lift her dress and find that she is wearing a beautiful garter set but no panties. I kiss up the inside of her thigh. I want to make her feel good, to be romantic. She has other ideas. 

She forces me head to her sex. I lick the leaking juices from her folds. She is a sweet as I thought she would be. It is intoxicating. She tells me that she's been thinking about this moment since we met. That she has been denying herself satisfaction since she was fucking me with the strap-on. She told me that she begged Master for this time with me.

I am flattered and double my efforts to bring her off. Again, I attempt to take it slow but she is grinding against me face, taking what she wants from me. I pierced her folds with my tongue. I hold it rigid as she guides my head back and forth, driving my tongue in and out of her wet pussy. 

I feel her need. I rub my nose against her erect clit as she is fucking her pussy with my tongue. I reach up and cup one of her breasts while the other hand holds her ass cheek. I pull her to me helping her drive my tongue deeper. 

I hear her moans, encouraging me. Her legs are shaking, I know she is near her release. I curl my tongue up and flick it against her spongy G-spot. She shrieks as it hit her special spot. I pull her nipple, twisting it, as she goes off on my face. Her spasms send a flood of her juices. 

I squeeze her ass, not wanting to stop lapping her quim. She shudders, going over the edge again. My face is rewarded with another soaking of her juices. The steady buzz of the prototype is still driving me crazy, not strong enough to give me release. 

She falls to her knees beside me, holding her. I feel her heartbeat against my chest. Our ragged breaths begin to calm as our hearts start to sync. We are huddled together, caring for one another, as Master comes up behind us. 

Chapter Three

We both turn and find him standing there. We both kneel up and present ourselves together. He approaches and I unzip his fly, reach in and pull his hardening cock out. I stroke it with both hands. He is leaking pre-cum and I lean in to swirl my tongue around the bulbous head, licking the treasure from his thick cock. Alcina move beside me and we share Master's beautiful shaft. 

I lick his balls, sucking first one then the other into my warm mouth. Alcina takes his cock between her lips and we service him in the alcove. His hands are on both of our heads, gently guiding us as we switch back and forth between his scrotum and his steely shaft. 

Master becomes more aggressive and lifts me up. Alcina still has his cock in her wet mouth,bobbing up and down. Master spins me around and presses me against the cool glass of the window. His hand is on my neck, holding me there, my breast are squished against the glass. 

Alcina moves between my legs and begins licking my pussy. He kicks my legs apart pulling my ass out. I arch my back to present my holes for him. Master takes his wet throbbing cock and nudges my puckered hole. Using our mixed saliva, he pushes through the tight ring. I bare down, pushing back, as he slips into my back slut hole.

He pauses, letting me adjust to his pulsing girth. Alcina is laving my engorged clit. My arms are above my head, bracing myself. My rock hard nipples are abrading against the cool glass. 

Master begins to take his slave's hole. His strong hand still on my neck, the other grasping my hip. He starts to drive himself deep into my channel. Alcina has taken my clit between her lips and is swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. I lost between the sensations.

My hot breath is fogging the glass as my two lovers take their pleasure with me. Master's cock is seated deep inside me, causing me the sweet mix of pain and pleasure I have grown to love from him. As his slave, he owns my body, and knows it like no other. He senses my need and gives me his permission to cum.

As my orgasm takes over, he doubles his efforts, pounding me against the glass. I arch my back, letting him have the very depths of me, as Alcina receives the flood of my nector. We now both wear the juices of each other's pussy. My clenching ass sends Master to his final release as his seed is deposited in my tight rectum. 

As we all come down from our sexual high, I turn and drop to my knees again. Alcina and I both share in cleaning Master's beautiful cock. I look up to his hazel eyes. I see the pride in his soul. It makes me feel safe and secure as we lave his cock clean from our sex.

The next morning, we have brunch with Nicoli and Alcina, and Master promises to have them meet us for our winter vacation in Fiji in a few months. We go back to our suite and have a wonderful afternoon of sex. Alcina is Nic's Mistress and they were a sight to see in action. 

Our flight back was not near as adventurous as it was coming here, but Master knew that I was exhausted and let me sleep the whole way home. When we got back home, Max and Chloe were there to greet us. 

Master and Max talked about the new prototypes and Chloe and I had some girl time as I told her about our adventures in Italy. We had a wonderful dinner. It was a great trip, one that I will never forget, but it was nice to be home. Max spent the night with me and got to love on his big beautiful cock all night. 

To be continued...but at a later date... ;)