0 comments/ 32123 views/ 5 favorites Anthother Useless Fantasy By: darkgoddess2478 She set the table very delicately, glancing over her shoulder at the woman brandishing the crop. Her eyes darted nervously from the brown woven handle, down the tri-colored hilt to the flat flail at the end. Her backside still burned from the lash she had taken by not obeying orders and she wished to stay away from another punishment at all costs. "You really should hurry, you know." The Mistress ran her hand along the shaft of the crop as she spoke. "He'll be home any minute." "Yes, but this bar…" Marlar's hands were suspended at her shoulders by a long black spreader bar. "Yes?" Mora's brow arched as she admired the way her new slave bent over the table showing her warm, wet pussy. Marlar blushed deeply, realizing she was exposed. She clamped her legs shut instinctively; knocking over the glass she had been trying to place on the table using her mouth. Mora smirked and tapped her already red ass cheek with her crop. "You should be more careful." Marlar danced in place, unsure what to do or how to move. She couldn't possibly be more embarrassed having this woman standing over her, ogling her most private parts, demanding how she should set the table and putting her in this dreadful device. She stammered, leaning at a very awkward angle to place the glass on the table using one hand, the other up in the air. She managed to keep her legs clamped shut and squat so her pussy remained covered with her legs. Mora chuckled as she watched. Marlar was completely helpless. "You have a very lovely pussy, you know. You should show it off more." "Excuse me?" stammered Marlar, blushing harder and trying to cover her exposed breasts without much success. Mora laughed out loud, running the rough handle of her crop over Marlar's erect nipple. "You heard me. I like your pussy. I bet you taste like brown sugar and honey." She reached into the bag slung over her shoulder and pulled out another spreader bar. "Lie on the table." "W-what?" Mora's eyebrows raised in warning. "I said 'Get on the table'. Lie in the center of the table on your back with your feet apart." "But if I do that…" "I said to do it." Mora never raised her voice. It was very stern and patient. Marlar wriggled in place, but did not obey. There was no way this woman could possibly be serious! It was indecent! It was dirty! While she feared the crop, she feared being anything less than moral more. Mora waited patiently but, seeing resistance, placed the restraint onto the table, bent Marlar over the table, and spanked her ass once with a bare hand. When Marlar looked up at her, shocked and amazed, Mora pointed to the table with a stern look. As her head bobbed no, again she administered punishment. After three strikes, Marlar climbed into the center of the table and reclined. Mora sighed contentedly and placed her in the restraint. The sound of an opening door caught Mora's attention. She strolled toward the sound, leaving Marlar prone on the table and grinned at Jerry as he entered. "I'm glad to see you made it back. It didn't take as long as I had planned." Jerry made overtures to answer, but was distracted by Mora's outfit. She was dressed in leather strappings that fit like a web over her body and a leather skirt. She tapped her crop against her knee high boots as she leaned against the wall, one foot propped on the wall behind her. Jerry blinked. "Where's Marlar?" The clatter of dishes answered. Mora turned and headed back into the dining room where Marlar was struggling to get off of the table. Both her arms and legs on a spreader bar. She looked up at her husband and gasped, trying to cover herself with the tablecloth and sending dishes rolling across the table and onto the floor. At first he was slightly taken aback, but he smiled softly as he watched her grasp for a shred of dignity. "Then I take it you approve?" Mora grinned, as she pulled the tablecloth from Marlar's bound hands. "Want to see what else I have for dinner?" Jerry nodded vigorously as he felt the stirrings of a hard on. Mora threw him the end of a strap and disappeared under the table. He leaned down to watch her work as she secured the end of the strap to a rather large weight positioned under the legs of the table. She looked up at him rather impatiently. "Loop that three times around the spreader bar and hand it to me." He jerked to attention and did as instructed. Mora slid the end of the strap through a wench and tightened it down so it was tight against the table, rendering Marlar's legs immobile. Mora then instructed Jerry to complete the same task with the spreader bar attached to Marlar's hands. "Is she alright?" "I'm not alright." Marlar chirped, struggling against the restraints. "Why are you letting her do this to me?" Mora sighed and snatched a ball gag out of her bag, popped it into Marlar's mouth, and strapped it to her head. "Now that we have her quiet we can talk about dinner." Mora's eyes danced with glee. "Be a good boy and pop into the kitchen. Bring me the covered trays." Jerry hurried to retrieve the four covered trays as instructed and placed them on the table around Marlar. She looked around nervously, her skin glowing with the faint pink stain. She was trying to close her legs, but all that met were the tips of her knees. Jerry adjusted his cock in his pants as he watched her struggle. He couldn't help himself. Here was his darling wife strapped to the dining room table, spread open and ready to be used for whatever devious plans Mora had devised for her. She was so beautiful with her dark eyes darting to his nervously. His eyes traced the lines of her body: the curve of her breasts as they heaved with each breath, her stomach pulled tight from the restraints, the soft mound of hair in the valley of her legs, her pretty pink pussy spread open and waiting. Although she was frightened, her pussy glistened wet. Jerry shivered in anticipation. Mora pulled the lids off of the trays in front of her. Inside the containers were all of the makings for a sundae. Jerry's brow furrowed as Mora handed him an ice cream scoop. She smiled as she picked up her own scoop and lifted a round scoop of vanilla ice cream from the container. She turned the scoop upside down and trailed it over Marlar's exposed nipples. Marlar cried out as the frozen treat melted on her heated flesh. Mora circled one nipple, then the other before lacing her way down her stomach, resting the scoop against Marlar's clit. She rubbed the scoop in small circles, the ice cream melting and running white droplets down her pussy that dripped onto the tablecloth. Jerry shivered and watched, imagining it was his cum dripping from her pussy. When he looked up, Mora was watching his expression with delighted glee. She buried the handle of the scoop into the ice cream and picked up a container of hot fudge. Mora slipped her finger inside of the container, fingering the warm, sticky fudge inside as she watched Marlar intently. Her lips tremored around the gag and she looked to Jerry for support. He, on the other hand, was watching as Mora licked at her finger now covered in dark chocolate. Mora drizzled the chocolate along Marlar's body in thin swirling lines. She covered each nipple and then let a thick glob slip slowly down Marlar's pussy, hiding her sweet pink snatch behind a dark smear of chocolate. "You don't mind if I go first, do you?" Mora giggled as she crawled onto the table between her toy's legs. "It would be a shame to waste all this chocolate." She didn't wait for an answer. Jerry was completely hard as he watched Mora's mouth approach Marlar's pussy. Her pierced tongue extended from her mouth, revealing a vibrating tongue ring. Just before the tip of Mora's tongue reached her clit, she shot a glance up at Jerry. "You can take your dick out and stroke it now if you want." Her attention turned back to Marlar's pussy as she tightened the end of the tongue ring, starting it buzzing. Mora's tongue lapped lightly at the chocolate, the tongue ring making passing contact with Marlar's clit. Each time it touched, Marlar twitched and drew in a shocked breath. Jerry reached a hand inside his pants and rubbed the head of his cock with his fingertips, watching the show on the table in front of him. Marlar's head jerked from left to right as Mora singled in on her clit, licking and sucking it, occasionally burying her tongue inside her flavored pussy. A moan escaped from behind the gag, her hands grasping at the tablecloth, her breathing quickening. Without looking, Mora reached for the ice cream scoop she had buried inside the ice cream container and used the frosty handle as a dildo inside Marlar who gasped as the cold metal penetrated her pussy and slid inside her. Mora's tongue flicked her clit, the tongue ring catching gently against her swollen flesh, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Jerry unfastened his pants and pulled his dick completely free and began stroking it in long, slow strokes. He had never been this hard in his entire life. His wife was being licked, sucked and fucked by the beautiful Mistress Mora and he had a front row seat to the show. Mora grabbed his hand and slipped it around his balls, using his hand to massage them. Jerry caught the idea quickly and rubbed his balls in rhythm with each stroke. Marlar began convulsing on the table, wave after wave of orgasm overcoming her. Mora was still working the scoop in and out of Marlar's pussy and sucking hard on her clit. Marlar's back arched, her nails dug against the spreader bar, her breathing difficult around the ball gag wedged in her shapely mouth. Still sucking on Marlar's clit, Mora's hand snaked around Jerry's cock, pinching off any outlet for his cum his own orgasm overpowered him. It was powerful, more intense than he had ever had before, but no white, pearly cum shot from his cock to stain the beautiful flesh before him. Mora wasted no time allowing Jerry to recover. She slipped from the table and pulled him into her position using his dick as a leash. Her hand pressed firmly against his head, shoving his face down into Marlar's pussy, leaving him bent over the table. Mora snapped handcuffs around each wrist at the side of the table, holding him into place. She then placed a small stool between his feet and tied them fast. His pants slipped easily around his ankles. Mora scooped more ice cream into her hand and rubbed it on Marlar's heated pussy, then bent over, digging in her bag with her ass right beside Jerry's face, the leather stretched tight across her perfect ass. When she stood, she was holding a blue dildo and a tube of Slippery Stuff. She smiled. "This part of the game involves you eating your wife's pussy while she is strapped to that table." Mora placed the dildo and lube on the table, then went back to digging in her bag. She pulled out a pocket pussy and some webbing. She ducked under the table and slid the pocket pussy around Jerry's limp dick, then secured it against his body with the webbing. Mora slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. Strapped around her waist and legs was the strap for a strap on. When she turned around, she slipped the blue dildo into a ring fastened onto the strap. She dripped a bit of lube on the head of the jelly dick and masturbated it, moaning loudly. Her eyes fixed on Jerry's. "Now, you be a good boy and lick that pussy." She retrieved a small plastic device from her bag and twisted one of the dials. The pussy around Jerry's cock vibrated very gently. Mora stepped onto the stool that held Jerry's legs. He could feel the cold lube dripping against his exposed asshole. Mora used the tip of the dildo to rub the lube against Jerry's asshole. Her trust was torturously slow. She only allowed a small fraction of the head to slip inside Jerry's tightly puckered asshole, and then allowed the tight sphincter to push it back out again. She thrust again, allowing just a little more of the head to slip inside his ass, then allowing it to be pushed back out. Mora moaned and thrust again with the same painstaking crawl, teasing, taunting, and letting Jerry experience each movement she made. She slapped the back of his head. "Lick that pussy, bitch." Jerry buried his face in Marlar's pussy and began lapping greedily. The buzz of the pussy against his dick increased and began pulsing as Mora thrust a little faster until the head of the dong slipped inside Jerry's asshole. He moaned against Marlar's pussy, rubbing his nose against her clit. She wriggled as his moan tickled her pussy. Mora continued to thrust very, very slowly. Jerry shivered. Having a dick in his ass felt incredible! His dick sprang back to life, harder than ever inside the vinyl pussy that throbbed and pulsated against his dick. He felt the urge to thrust back, welcoming the dick further inside. Mora growled and thrust deep into his ass, turning up the vibration of the pussy. The dildo in his ass began to vibrate as well, adding to the sensation, creeping up his spine. Marlar wriggled underneath his face, pressing her pussy against him, silently begging him to lick her. Jerry fucked his wife's beautiful pussy with his tongue as he ground his ass against Mora. She turned both vibrators on high, dropped the control onto the floor, and grabbed his hips, fucking him with full, deep thrusts. Marlar's body spasmed, her warm, wet cum spurting against Jerry's face, her moans muffled by the gag. He felt the cuff release and instinctively grabbed the pocket pussy to stroke it against his cock. He felt the familiar shudder and pressed his face against Marlar's soaked pussy, moaning against her as he found his release. Mora's strokes became more insistent, her breathing coming in short gasps. She moaned loudly, cumming hard, her hands pulling his ass hard against her as she pounded into him. Her hands relaxed. She released him and slid the dick back out of Jerry's ass. It was almost as pleasurable coming out as it was pounding into him. Mora released the under the table restraints and sat in a chair, catching her breath. "I would say that this session went remarkably well. I can't wait to see what another session would do for us." Mora smirked. Anthother Useless Fantasy Ch. 02 "But I can't go to work like this!" Mora clucked at Marlar impatiently. "Oh, now, no one will ever know!" "But I will!" Mora sighed heavily and tucked the ball gag into Marlar's mouth, strapping it behind her head. "Are we going to have another problem like we did yesterday? Am I going to have to put you on the spreaders and embarrass you again or are you going to be a good little girl and do just as Mistress Mora says?" Mora clipped the handcuffs firmly in place behind Marlar's back and lifted her chin to look in the mirror. She smoothed Marlar's skirt across her legs and checked to make sure the hem of her shirt was tucked firmly into the waistband. Marlar wriggled uncomfortably and shook her head, mumbling around the ball gag in her mouth. Mora shushed her. "I am telling you right now, slut; no one can tell that you're not wearing a bra and panties. No one will have any idea. This blouse is thick enough that even if you do get hard nipples, no one will notice. Besides, with as thin as your bra is, everyone in the office could see when your headlights were on anyway! Now be a good little girl and head downstairs for breakfast." Mora swatted her behind with a sharp crack. Marlar startled and scooted out the door. "And now for you." Jerry was sprawled out across the bed. "You should get your ass up and get to work. Money doesn't make itself, you know." Jerry propped himself up on one arm and stared at her. "I'd planned on it. How do you get her to do that?" "I don't give her any other choice," Mora stated matter-of-factly. "I have found that when you give a person no other alternative than to follow your commands that they do, even if it is just for a short amount of time. Plus, the meeker the person, the more willing they are to follow your command. It's just a matter of experience, really." 'Oh? And how do you figure that?" "I've been a Domme for about three years now, altogether. I spent a lot of time studying the first year, then doing some play here and there for a year before opening myself to accepting subs. I continue to learn daily, but it is the experience that makes the difference." Mora fastened the snaps down the neck of her shirt. "Now go downstairs for breakfast and work. I have to get some sleep before the Slut comes home from work. Make sure you take the handcuffs off and the ball gag out before she leaves and don't let her put underwear on. Check her before she walks out the door. Tell her before she leaves that she is to wake me when she returns home from work." With that, Mora wrapped herself in the blankets on the bed and buried her head in the pillow to sleep. Mora was roused from her sleep with the feeling of a presence beside her bed. She sleepily opened one eye to see Marlar kneeling beside the bed, ball gag in her mouth, completely naked except for a pair of black high heeled pumps and the spreader bar strapped to her shoulders. Mora sat up and took notice. "Now I know you didn't put yourself in that spreader bar. Did Jerry help you into it?" Marlar nodded silently. "So you did this of your own free will?" Again, she nodded, dropping her head obediently. Mora smiled and climbed out of bed. "Did anyone say anything about you not wearing a bra and panties today?" She looked back over her shoulder where Marlar sat shaking her head. "You see! I TOLD you no one would notice. I do it all the time. The only person who ever noticed was my chiropractor. Now. Have you gotten dinner?" Marlar shook her head again. "Then we had best head downstairs and get that started, hadn't we? After dinner, Mora reclined on the couch watching Marlar go about the dusting as she had been instructed. She was still in the pumps and spreader bar, making her task more difficult, but she never complained. Mora even guessed she might be beginning to like it. Mora had drawn all the drapes in the house to protect their privacy and Marlar wasn't as self-conscious as she had been before. Mora called her over to the sofa. Marlar sat on the floor so her bar was even with the edge of the couch and her legs were folded underneath of her. Mora patted her head affectionately. "You've done very well for us today, Slut. You made dinner and did housework all by yourself. We will have to reward you, now won't we?" Marlar said nothing, only looked up at Mora as her spreader bar was unfastened from the wrist restraints. Mora nudged Jerry. "This one is all you. You might want to slouch a bit." "Slut, you will service your husband. Remove his pants." Marlar slid to the floor and unbuckled Jerry's pants. His cock sprang to life as soon as it was freed. She looked to Mora for further instructions. Mora sighed and waved her hand in their direction in an irritated fashion. "You can't very well service him if you don't put his dick in your mouth, now can you?" Her eyes wide, Marlar wrapped her lips around Jerry's cock and suckled at it gently. Mora quirked and watched her. "It's not going to bite you. SUCK the thing! And keep your eyes open so you can see what you're doing. First you take his entire dick into your mouth. When it hits the back of your throat, gulp. It pops the suction and then reapplies it. They like that. Then you pull out so just the head is still in your mouth. Repeat until they cum. See, it's simple!" Marlar nodded, looking rather ridiculous with Jerry's cock sticking out of her mouth like a fat cigar. Mora waved her hand at them again and flipped on the television. Marlar looked up at Jerry from her knees and followed Mora's instructions. All the way in, gulp, out to the head. Repeat. Jerry's hand slipped into her hair and cradled her head. He moaned rather loudly and thrust into her mouth. She looked nervously to Mora for support or instruction, but her attention was fixed rather squarely on the television set. It didn't even appear she was paying attention. Jerry came with a deep, guttural moan, pressing his dick to the back of Marlar's throat. She nearly choked but swallowed quickly. Mora cleared her throat. When they turned to face her, she quirked one eyebrow and drummed her fingers on her hip. "Was it an inconvenience to service your husband?" "No, ma'am." "Then next time try to act like you are enjoying it. And don't call me "ma'am". It makes me feel old." Mora stood from the sofa and wandered to the bedroom. Anthother Useless Fantasy Ch. 03 "Breakfast is ready, Mistress." Mora turned over in the bed and smiled. "Thank you. I will be down shortly." Marlar nodded and, turning sharply on her heel, exited the room, the petticoats of her skirt swishing slightly. Mora yawned and slipped from between the sheets. The maid costume really was a cute touch. It seemed to accent Marlar's dark skin and eyes and added a touch of subtle sophistication as well as humiliation. She dressed quickly and ran a brush through her hair, slipped into her boots and headed to the kitchen. Marlar noticed Mora's approach and set the table quickly and efficiently, never once missing a beat. Silently, Mora was impressed at how far Marlar had come from the meek and obedient wife to the hot, sexy slut she had been crafted into. Mora knew it had been in her from the beginning when Jerry had first sent his wife's picture to her with pleas for help. She seemed to love her husband very much and they were very devoted to one another, but there was just something lacking sexually. Mora smirked as she buttered her toast. Every woman was a sexpot; they just had to be taught how to be without being disgusting. There were ways to be hot and sexy and kinky without anyone ever seeing past the professional exterior. Jerry sat at the table, browsing the newspaper. Mora watched with a sense of satisfaction as Marlar slipped beneath the table and mouth-fucked him. Once he was finished, she replaced his pants and headed off to do her normal Saturday duties. Mora watched out of the corner of her eye as Marlar buzzed around the house, happy as a lark, completing each task quickly. She eyed Jerry curiously. "So, does your wife know we haven't fucked?" He looked at her around the paper. "I haven't really talked to her about it. I really don't think it bothers her." "She has faith in you. That's beautiful. She's a lovely woman, you know." "Yea," he murmured, smiling as he watched her work. "So do you think she will do well at the dinner party tonight?" "Oh, I am more than sure she will do well at the dinner party this evening. I have called in a few favors from some friends. Marlar will be the toast of the night, I'm sure." "You think she's taken to this that quickly?" Mora said nothing, simply looked over her shoulder with a quirky expression. She shifted between Jerry and the happily humming and busily working Marlar. He laughed and nodded. "I think she's just fine, love." Mora sighed and continued, "You know, this is why I got into this gig. I didn't just get into it so I could satisfy my animus and beat men around with whips. I got into this to help people better their lives. I am not in this just for the fun and the kink. While that's great and all, you know, I am in it to bring sex to the starved masses. So many people in this country see sex as wrong and sinful and dirty but it really isn't anything like that. Yea it can be two people fucking their brains out but it can be so much more. It can cement friendships, strengthen marriages, be a bonding experience between people... Sex is so much more than procreation. More people need to realize that." Mora flipped her hair out of her face and leaned back in her chair, lacing her fingers together before her. "Yea. More people need to see that." She seemed lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "Then again, more people really need to understand that BDSM is not about sex with whips and chains." She shrugged idly and poked at her half of grapefruit. "Do you know these people? You know the ones that are coming?" Mora laughed and shook her head. "I don't DO unsafe sex, love. Yes, I know them all. My rule is no protection, no sex. I don't care if you are only giving head to someone. No protection, no nothing. Period. That is what makes me a good Domme. I take care of my toys. I don't want them broken and unusable. Besides, my Domme friends I have asked to help with tonight really are lovely people. They don't play with untested people. It's not safe and they know that." "That's good. I'm just..." "Uneasy?" Mora finished. Jerry nodded. "That is to be expected, really. You are looking out for your best interest and I am glad you asked me that. I have a few phone calls to make so I am sure my friends will be arriving safely. Make sure Marlar stays on task, will you?" Mora left the table and headed back to the bedroom. ~*~*~*~*~* "Mistress, the guests have begun arriving." Marlar's head popped around the corner of the door. She remained outside the bedroom until Mora gestured for her to come forward and only then did she enter and sit at Mora's feet. Mora petted her head and looked down at the upturned face. "You know we have a big night planned for you, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "This is your chance to tell me if you have any problems with anything that may or may not happen tonight. Over the last few weeks I have gotten to know you and your husband fairly well. I am giving you the right to speak freely." "No, Mistress. I have nothing. I know you will do well by us both." Mora smiled and stood, retrieving a box from the bedside. "I picked this up for you. I thought you might like to wear it tonight." Marlar took the plain white dress box and opened it. Inside was a short PVC skirt and a corset top. She looked up at Mora expectantly. "Why don't you put it on?" Mora asked, one brow quirking slightly. "It's for the party tonight. I have to go downstairs to welcome the guests. Come down after you've been dressed." Mora strolled casually from the room and to the front door. Standing in the entryway was the lovely Mistress Assail. Mora called to her and they embraced, sharing greetings and a short explanation of the trip. Assail snapped and her slaves fell to attention. Mora grinned. "I see you have them trained well." Assail rolled her eyes and huffed with mock indignation. "Oh, you know it." Mora gestured to Jerry and they headed into the living room for drinks. Marlar appeared with a drink tray and offered it to Jerry, Assail and Mora. She then knelt beside Jerry and waited expectantly. Jerry's eyes roved Marlar's body, and then shot to Mora. Mora smiled knowingly and sipped the wine from her glass before turning her attention to Assail and her slaves. "Have you told them what they're in for tonight?" Assail laughed her charming, robust laugh, her hand fluttering to her chest. "Of course not! Where would the fun be in that?" She shifted in her chair and leaned toward Mora. "Do you have anyone coming?" "Of course I do." She smiled, her nose wrinkling across the bridge. "I called the three I know will show up. I have two more but neither of them could be here. It's a shame, really. I know, though, that the one wouldn't have been much into the whole thing. She's quiet and picky." "So she's like you, then?" Assail giggled. Mora shot her a glare that clearly stated her anger was in jest. "As soon as everyone makes it we can set up my Seven Steps to Heaven." "Hm. That's not one you've told me about before." "All I am going to tell you before I show you is that I requested male slaves for a reason." Mora smiled down at Marlar. "She's going to love it. I also called in a special guest." Mora was interrupted by three knocks on the door, followed by two short raps. Mora stood and gestured to Marlar to stay seated. "Speaking of our guest of honor..." her voice trailed off in the swish of her long PVC ball gown as she answered the door. A masculine voice, although soft, sounded from the entry. Mora returned with a tall, dark haired and pale skinned man. He chose a seat directly beside Mora and fell into it like a familiar lover. He oozed sensuality as he took in the scene before him. Mora settled back into her chair and eyed the new guest with a mischievous grin. He sighed in a very exaggerated manner and stood, offering his hand to Assail. "Greetings, my name is Makiros. You must be the lovely lady Assail." He bent low and pressed his lips to the back of her hand gently. His hair fell from around his shoulders and draped his face. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." His lips brushed the back of her hand as he spoke, the warm breath dancing lightly over her skin. She smiled at him and gave her agreement. As he retreated, she leaned toward Mora. "He's very much your type." Mora laughed. "Don't I know it," she stated matter-of-factly, punctuating her sentence with a deep sigh. Makiros laughed deeply and shook his head. "I told you, Mora, that I would do the honor of you at any time you asked it of me." "Yes, but getting our schedules together is sometimes hell, you know." Maki grinned. "Yes, I know." He turned to Jerry and offered his hand and his name. Jerry stood and shook it heartily. "Mora has spoken of you. It's nice to meet you." Maki's attention turned to Marlar. He bent low and ran his thumb along her jaw line. "Do you have strong muscles in this jaw, my lovely little wench?" Marlar blinked and looked into his eyes, saying nothing. He righted, tossing his hair back over his shoulder. It brushed gently against his leather pants as it settled at his waist and said nothing, simply turned back to his seat and relaxed into it again. The doorbell chimed and Marlar jumped to answer it. "Assail, these must be your boys, yes?" Assail smiled and patted one of their heads. "These are just the two I chose to bring with me." "And how do they swing?" "They're straight." "Hm. That's unfortunate." Assail quirked a brow. "Oh?" "The more times I cum, the longer it takes each time. If I am to be in Mora's Seven Steps to Heaven, I have to keep my title." Maki smiled a truly devastating grin. Assail chuckled and lowered her eyes at him seductively. "You don't always have to make a slave do it, you know." Maki grinned at her wickedly. "Is that an offer, m'lady?" "Hey, take it into the bedroom, you two," Mora chided as Marlar rounded back into the living room followed by three boys. Mora grinned excitedly and reached her arm toward the first of them who fell to his knees beside her and kissed her hand. She turned and made a grabby hand at the other two. They filed in and one fell to her feet and touched his forehead to her boots, the other crawled into her lap and purred. Mora beamed at Maki who shook his head and chuckled at her. "And these are yours, Mora?" She nodded as she petted the first of the boys. "This is my Blayde." She wrapped her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and whipped his head back violently. He inhaled sharply and turned his beautiful brown eyes up at her lovingly. Keeping her hand laced through his hair, she patted the slut on her lap and introduced him as well. "This is my Auberon." He snuggled down against her and wriggled against her exposing a pair of pink panties. "And this," Mora lifted her boot and raised the chin of the boy at her feet, "is my boy with no name. I haven't seen fit to give him one yet. Perhaps he will earn it tonight." He offered his thanks and kissed her boots. She leaned toward Blayde and licked his jaw line with the tip of her tongue. "Shall we get started, then?" Jerry blindfolded Marlar and slipped a ball gag into her mouth, then handcuffed her hands behind her back. Mora shooed Auberon from her lap and walked to the dining room, her guests following behind. Assail and Makiros chatted back and forth about sucking cock, Maki echoing most of her sentiments. Mora and Maki pulled the chairs from the table and lined seven of them in a row. Mora sat Jerry in the first chair, then Auberon followed by the first of Assail's sluts. She then placed her nameless slave seated next to the last of Assail's slaves. She sat Blayde in the sixth seat and placed Maki finally in the seventh seat. Mora called to Marlar and waited patiently as she stood from her kneeling position and walked carefully into the dining room. Mora stopped her via verbal command before she got to the seated men. She knelt and waited patiently. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is my Seven Steps to Heaven. This originally derived its name from the medieval torture method in which a person was placed in a seven sectioned box. Hungry rats were placed at the bottom to eat their way up the body. It was used to extract confessions, but it generally ended in death. "My version is far less harmful. Seated here are seven men. I have placed them based on how long it usually takes for them to cum. Not giving anything away to the other seated boys, it takes Maki anywhere from fifteen minutes to half an hour to cum. The boy is seated in the last position for that reason. "Your task, Marlar, since you have chosen to accept it, is to suck off each of these men until they cum in order from first to last. Gentlemen, as per my standard, you are required to use protection for the safety of the slut on her knees before you. While I know you are all tested and safe I will not break my policy. To be sure you don't touch; your hands will be handcuffed behind you to the chair." Mora handed three sets of cuffs to Assail and took the remaining four herself. They fastened each man's hands around the back of the chair to immobilize them. Mora heard Maki and Assail teasing one another about the tightness of the cuffs and how much he liked pain. Mora cleared her throat loudly and gave Assail an amused grin. She then handed Assail three blindfolds and directed her to Jerry's end of the line. Skipping Maki, she blindfolded each of the other boys along the line. Assail caught Mora's eye and giggled. She gestured at him with a questioning look. Mora leaned in and whispered into Assail's ear. Assail giggled again and took her seat at the end of the assembly, sticking her tongue out playfully at Mora. Mora removed the ball gag from Marlar's mouth and unfastened the handcuffs. She handed her a bag of condoms. "You may only use your hands to tear the condom wrapper open and to feel your way to the next seat. You must use your mouth to apply the condom and then give each participant head until they cum. You may not remove the blindfold. You must complete the steps in order before you can move to the next. You will be rated based on the amount of time it takes for you to complete the Seven Steps. You may begin... now." Mora took her seat next to Assail and watched. Marlar felt her way to Jerry's lap and unfastened his jeans. She pulled them down enough to expose him and opened the condom wrapper. She put the condom in her mouth with the rolled edge resting against her lips and felt her way to his rock hard cock. She slipped her mouth around the head and slipped the condom around the shaft, then sucked his cock with the same routine she had been taught by Mistress Mora. Keeping suction down the shaft, she took him as far into her mouth as he would go. As soon as his cock hit the back of her throat, she gulped to break and reapply suction. Then with the same pressure her lips ran the length of the shaft to the head. Her rhythm increased little by little. Her mouth made wet noises as she sucked his cock, waiting to hear him give her any clue that he was near cumming. She worked his cock like a porn star, never changing her rhythm. Jerry moaned deep in his throat. His breathing had been steadily increasing until he was panting. His hips rose from the chair and he rocked against his restraints. Marlar waited until his cock went slightly limp and, leaving the used condom wrapped around his dick, moved to the next participant. ~*~*~*~ Mora grinned as Marlar finished Blayde. Maki twitched his head to catch Mora's attention. He nodded down at Marlar. It was obvious she was getting tired. Before moving to Maki she stretched her jaw. Her hands reached out for the next lap. Crawling across the floor, she met Maki's legs with her fingertips. She set the bag of condoms between her knees and unfastened the leather pants. Realization hit her as she groped the material. Maki was the last participant and he was the only one wearing leather pants. She picked up a bit of gusto, then, and tugged at his pants. "Mm, he goes commando." Assail quipped. Maki waggled his eyebrows at her and smirked. He gestured dramatically with his head toward his dick, back to her, back to his dick... Mora rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Now I know why I have never gotten you to together before!" They both laughed. Marlar had continued her work in the meantime. She was busy working the condom onto Maki's cock. Mora whispered for Assail to take note that Maki wasn't even fully hard yet. She nodded and winked at Maki. Mora just shook her head. Marlar made quick work with the condom and began her standard rhythm. Maki yawned and stretched his back. Marlar, thinking he was reacting to her, picked up the pace. He looked over at Mora with a rather bemused expression. His cock was going nearly flaccid. Marlar pulled her mouth completely from his cock and touched his member. Her brow knitted and she removed the condom, feeling for cum. Finding none, she opened a new condom and refitted him. Maki winked at Assail. Mora watched as his cock got hard and Marlar began sucking it again. She worked faster this time, working her jaw as he slipped in and out of her mouth. Maki closed his eyes and breathed in gently and raised his hips. His eyes flicked to Mora's and he grinned, arching his back against the chair. Marlar sat back again, her brow knitting in confusion. Her head twisted slightly to the side and she waited. Her fingers touched the condom and squeezed it gently. She sighed and leaned back into his lap, taking his cock into her mouth again. Assail and Mora snorted, suppressing their laughter. "You wouldn't do that to me if I were giving you head, would you, Maki?" Assail asked seductively. He laughed. "Of course not. You see, Mistress Assail, you are simply not a slave. I would treat you as an equal and we would have absolutely mind-blowing sex. You look like quite the little sexpot." "Oh, honey, you don't know the half of it." Assail giggled. "You two are going to have to go fuck just so Marlar can finish her job!" Mora exclaimed, stomping her foot on the floor. "Would you please concentrate on the matter at hand, Master Makiros?" "Master? Since when have you called me Master?" "Since I just felt like it. Don't get any idea, wiseass." Maki stuck his tongue out playfully between his teeth and grinned at her. "I wouldn't have dreamed of it." Mora gestured at his lap and made a bored expression that he patently knew to be false. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Nearly twenty minutes later, Marlar was still weakly working Maki's cock. Her eyes were tearing beneath the blindfold, yet still her head bobbed in his lap, her hands splayed across his thighs. He had stopped chatting and was now concentrating fully on the back of Marlar's head. He almost felt bad for her. He looked to Mora, silently asking if this had gone on long enough. She smirked at him and nodded as if she were allowing an excited child to open their birthday presents. Mora touched Assail's arm and stood, gesturing for her to do the same. Beginning with Jerry they removed the blindfolds from the other participants and released their handcuffs. Most of the attention turned to Maki and Marlar. Maki sighed deeply, closed his eyes and let his head drop back against the back of the chair. His breathing started in an even, steady pace and slowly increased, his body rocking ever so slightly with the motion of Marlar's head. He moaned and his back arched slightly, his eyes closed, head lolling to the side. His body tensed and released, most obvious in his abs. The contractions moved into his thighs, almost as though he were thrusting without moving his body. His lips parted gently, allowing a soft moan of pleasure to escape his lips. Marlar picked up on this very subtle clue and took him deeper into her mouth, yet did not change her pace. He had tortured her one too many times for that. Anthother Useless Fantasy Ch. 03 Maki moaned deeper as the muscles twitched under his flesh, the movement changing from the near twitch from before into longer gyrations. It was controlled, but he was obviously getting closer. He strained against his restraints, arching his back completely against the chair. His hips raised slightly, changing his angle. Marlar adjusted and picked up the pace, hoping that he was finally getting somewhere. His whole body tensed, arched and convulsed, a single word hissed from his lips as he started to cum. He pulled the handcuffs tight across the back of the chair, his hips raised and thrust into Marlar's awaiting mouth, catching her by surprise. She froze in place, her mouth wrapped around his cock, hands pressed against his thighs. He chanted "fuck" over and over, straining against his own movements to try and keep still. The chair rocked back on two legs as his entire body tensed. He then relaxed into the chair and panted for breath. Mora removed Marlar's blindfold and patted her head affectionately. Assail removed Maki's handcuffs and checked his wrists for cuts where they had been rubbed raw by the metal. Mora straddled Maki's lap and nuzzled his neck affectionately. "Would it have been easier with the blindfold?" He laughed breathlessly. "Most likely." "Good. I have thusly administered my punishment." She slipped from his lap and turned to the other six participants in her game. "You might want to get yourselves cleaned up for dinner. Hurry up, I'm starving."