0 comments/ 28250 views/ 1 favorites An Evening Appointment Ch. 01 By: Texguy84 Phillip pedaled as fast as he could down the dark suburban street. He couldn't believe that he was running late, not for this. Tardiness was one of his long-standing problems. Surely She would punish him for that. He wasn't sure if he minded that or not though. He arrived at the house; it was light blue, with a two car garage, three bedrooms, etc. Just your typical suburban home. As he reached for the door knocker, he read the sign hanging on it reading "Lord bless this house and the people who live there." Phil rapped the knocker against the door two times, paused, then three more times. There was a slight pause and then the door opened, revealing a tall, broad shouldered man about 3 years older than Phillip, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. "You're late," Aaron stated as he looked down at the smaller fellow at his door. "I'm sorry, Sir, it won't happen again." "That sounds familiar. Mary's waiting for you in the dining room." Aaron stepped aside to let Phil in, and took Phil's windbreaker for him as Phil walked into the dimly lit dining room. At the opposite end of the candle lit table sat a stunningly beautiful brunette, with tanned skin and grey eyes. Phil swallowed as she looked at him with her steel grey eyes, willing himself not to shuffle his feet under her examination. "Sit down, Slave." "Yes, Mistress." Phillip sat down at the other end of the table, with his hands on his knees as his Mistress continued to watch him. "Why are you late, Slave?" Phil swallowed, trying to form his thoughts before responding. "It took me longer than I expected to get out of work. Jennifer has had me working on these TPS reports and..." "Silence, Slave." The words had the effect of a backhanded slap across the face, and Phillip's jaws clamped shut with an audible click. "You were told to be here at 5:30PM. It is now 5:34. That is unacceptable. Come here and strip, slave." He stood up without hesitation and walked over to his Mistress, stripping his clothes and leaving them in a pile at his feet. Mary looked him over, examining his pale, slightly pudgy 5 and a half foot tall body, including his six inch long erect cock. "Bend over the table, slave." "Yes, Mistress." Phillip leaned over the table supporting his weight with his palms on the white tablecloth, as his Mistress produced a riding crop from under her chair. Her long, elegant fingers gripped the crop's handle and traced circles on his ass cheeks as he tensed in anticipation. "What have you done to deserve a spanking, Slave?" "I was late for class this morning, and instead of listening to the professor, I spent the class fantasizing about the girl who sits two rows in front of me. The one in the ROTC. After class, I sat in front of the library watching girls on their way around campus. I went home for lunch, and spent an hour watching pornographic movies on my computer." "Anything else, Slave?" "Oh, and I was late for our appointment." *SMACK* Phil winced as the crop struck his right ass cheek, leaving a welt across it. "Don't be smart with me, boy, unless you want to regret it later. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "How do you think I should punish you for what you have done tonight, Boy?" "I believe I should be spanked, Mistress." "Oh, of course. Anything else?" Silence. "Well?" Another long silence. "Would you like me to sodomize you, Slave?" "... Yes, Mistress." Phil's cheeks burned red at the treatment he was receiving, and in anticipation of what would come. "In time. For now, I think you should have ten strokes, with the cane. Do you agree?" "Yes, Mistress." "Of course you do." Mary picked up a cane and gripped the thicker end of it as she stood behind her slave. Without warning, she brought it down quickly on her target's ass, leaving a bright red welt across it. Her slave responded with a hiss through gritted teeth. "One." SMACK. Another red stripe, another hiss and a restrained grunt. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Seven more stinging strokes as restrained grunts became less so, and a groan escaped from her Slave's lips. "Do you like this, Slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Do you still wish me to sodomize you after I finish your spanking?" "Yes Mistress." SMACK SMACK. "Well, isn't that too bad. Aaron, the slave is yours." Aaron walked into the room as Phil looked up at him uncomfortably. "Thank you, Aunt Mary." To be Continued... An Evening Appointment Ch. 02 Aaron entered the room, looking at Phillip as he bent awkwardly over the table, his ass streaked with red welts from the switching Aunt Mary had given him. Mary looked at her nephew and snapped: "Take the slave to your room, do as you wish with him. Bring him to me when you are finished. Understood?" "Yes, Aunt Mary." Aaron took the slave by the arm and walked him out of the dining room and down the hall to his small bedroom. He had his slave kneel down on the floor (As he was in no condition to sit down!) "Are you all right, Slave?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now relax." Aaron stepped behind Phil, dropping to his own knees to administer a neck massage to his tense slave. After a few minutes, the slave began to relax as his Master's skilled hands soothed him. Aaron stood up and removed his clothes behind Phillip, out of his view. When he returned into Phil's view, it was to have the slave eye-to-eye, so to speak, with his Master's 8 inch long throbbing meat spear. "You know what to do, Slave?" "Yes, Master." But still he stared at the bobbing shaft as it began to ooze a bit of precum. "What's the problem, Slave?" "It's just... I'm not..." "I know, of course you're not. Now suck my cock, unless you want Mary to know you refused an order." That ended the argument as the slave leaned forward to take the head of his Master's penis into his mouth, sucking on it and running his tongue around it. Aaron groaned in satisfaction and gently ran his fingers through Phil's short but untidy hair, petting his fellating slave. Thus encouraged, Phil began to take more and more of his Master's cock in his mouth, bobbing up and down and opening his throat to allow it passage down his throat. His Master took his Slave's head in both hands and gently began thrusting in and out, face fucking his toy, which moaned softly in response. Aaron grunted and moaned as he plunged his shaft in and out of his compliant slave's throat, but then pulled it out with a gentle pop. Aaron sat down on his bed as his slave looked up at him expectantly. "Did you get my dick nice and wet, slave?" "Yes, Master," came the breathless reply. "Good, now straddle my lap, facing away from me." Aaron leaned back as his slave did as he was told, squatting over his master's lap and staring at the other wall. Aaron stuck his index finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit, and proceeded to push it gently into his slave's rectum. Phil groaned in response as he relaxed his sphincter muscles to allow the moist finger access. Aaron pulled his finger out and then spit on his fingers, rubbing the saliva around his slave's asshole. "Are you ready, Slave?" "Yes Master." "Sit down." Without another word, the slave lowered himself down, as his master pointed his spear directly at his toy's asshole. At first the asshole resisted, but as Phil willed it to open up, he was soon impaled on the spear, as it were, the large shaft of meat slowly driving it's way slowly and inexorably up his anal passage, lubricated by the slave's own saliva. Phillip moaned loudly as his Master's thick, long penis made its way inside his ass. He finally stopped as his welted ass came to rest on his Master's lap, as Aaron reached around to gently stroke his slave's stiff cock. "How do you feel, Slave?" For a moment, the slave didn't respond, as he just sat there twitching, impaled on his Master's mighty spear. "I feel... good, Master. Filled." "Very good. But remember that you are here for my pleasure. Not the other way around. Are you ready for me to fuck you, slave?" "Yes, Master." Without another word, Aaron stood from the bed, hanging onto Phil as he perched on his Master's branch, then lowered them onto their knees next to the bed. Phil moaned as Aaron withdrew his shaft until only the head was inside, then grunted as the penis slammed back home. "UGH!" The slave grunted, groaned, and cried out as his Master's steel-hard cylinder pistoned in and out of his ass, his pelvis slamming into the tender welts of his slave's abused ass. Aaron, for his part, grunted loudly and deeply as he plowed his fields roughly. As he continued to use his slave for his own pleasure, the door opened a crack, as Mary peered in to watch her nephew have his way with her plaything. She had no sexual interest in Aaron, of course, as that would be sinful and wrong. However, she took a great deal of pleasure in watching her slave get hammered again and again. Aaron's grunts came to a peak, and he pulled his cock from his slave's asshole and growled "On your knees and face me to receive your reward!" Phil struggled to his knees and spun around, taking the filthy smelly penis into his mouth as his master stroked it quickly with his hand. Finally, his master pulled his penis out of his slave's mouth and grunted, the first shot of cum arcing forth and hitting his slave in the eye. The second blast hit his nose and made a trail down over his lip and into his mouth. The third launch flew true and all landed in the mouth of its recipient. The last few shots dribbled out onto Phil's chin, and he proceeded to lick and clean his Master's cock. "That's a good slave. Now clean your face up and go see Mary in her room. The door quietly shut, un-noticed by slave or master. To Be Continued... An Evening Appointment Ch. 03 Phillip, having just cleaned off his face a few moments earlier, walked unsteadily into the dim, candle lit bedroom of his Mistress. She stood before him, still clad in her blue robe. "Did you enjoy your time with Aaron, Slave?" "... Yes, Mistress." Phillip's face burned with shame as he remembered the brutal shafting he had received at the hands of his Master. How was it that this woman could bring out the darkest parts of him? "Are you ready for me to have my way with you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Then come kneel on the bed, Slave." Phil did as he was told, and kneeled on the bed, facing away from his Mistress. She walked around to the side so he could see her, and untied the robe, letting it drop from her shoulders. It revealed a lithe, toned, tanned body, in perfect physical condition. Her small but firm breasts were contained in a black bra, but by far, the most impressive aspect presented was the 10 inch black strapon which she wore. "Do you like what you see, Slave?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you wish to be fucked by my strapon, Slave?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you enjoy being sodomized, your ass penetrated by thrusting cocks as you are used as a man's plaything?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you enjoy taking a man's penis deep into your mouth and throat, and having his cum sprayed all over your face?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. You will be punished for that." She once again picked up the cane which she had used on him previously and brought it down hard on his ass. Her slave cried out in pain at this. Again, again, again, again fell the stinging stroke, his ass becoming interlaced with long welts of swollen flesh. "Are you ready to be taken, Slave?" Grunt, panting for air. "Yes Mistress." "Good." The Mistress climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her slave, and positioned the strapon to penetrate deeply into her slave's ass. She spared him no mercy, and plowed into his ass like a cruise missile into its target. Phillip moaned and cried out as she slammed into him with the strapon for a full 20 minutes. The whole time she continued to interrogate him, slowing down only enough to allow him to answer her questions. "Who is this girl you mentioned from your class?" Grunt. "Monica." "Is she as beautiful as I am?" Pant. Moan. "No, Mistress." "What do you wish to do to her." "I want *grunt* to have her have her way with me. *pant* For her to use me for her pleasure and dominate me how she will." Moan. "Do you like being dominated and used by women?" "Yes Mistress." "Do you like being their personal plaything? A toy? Not a human being, but a tool to be used for their own pleasure?" "Yes Mistress." "Slut. Make me cum." She pulled out of his ass and removed the strapon, rolling him over roughly and climbing forward to sit on his face as he proceeded to lick at her drenched pussy with gusto. She moaned and groaned as she ground her cunt on her slave's face, using him to bring her to her climax. "Yes, lick my pussy you fucking slut. That's it, use your tongue on my clit, flick it back and forth. That's it. You're my slave. My toy, my plaything. You do nothing without my permission, not even cum. You serve only to bring me pleasure. Your own pleasure is incidental and unimportant. You are useless, pathetic. Make me cum, slut." Her long obscene tirade ended with a cry of pleasure as she squirted her juices into her slave's mouth and ground against his face in pleasure. She then took a few minutes to catch her breath, then lifted herself off of his face. "You were late tonight. You may not cum. Visit me again on Thursday, and do not be late. You had better not cum before then, I will know and I will punish you far more severely than you were tonight. Now get dressed and get out of my house, Slave. "Yes Mistress." THE END.