5 comments/ 16992 views/ 10 favorites Becoming a Sub By: MustangKathi Peter and I grew rather close. He'd burned a couple of DVDs full of music for me, and I gave him an EP my band had recorded. That was a mistake, as my real name was listed in the credits. Peter was a gentleman, however, so told me his real name, too. That almost never happens with pro dommes. Sessions can be very intense — you're dealing with kinks that most people find weird, or even dangerous. But you work with your clients and help them get off. That's incredibly intimate. But you only know one side of the client. You keep your real name yourself to protect you from the sides of the client you don't know. I shouldn't have given Peter that EP, but I didn't feel worried after he told me his real name. I had given Peter some ammo, and he had given it right back to me. Once we got the "real name" thing out of the way, it made things a lot easier. We exchanged email addresses, phone numbers, I even invited him to some of my shows. He was 44, twenty years older than me, but he looked and acted a lot younger. My friends used to ask if he was one of my professors. He wasn't. He was a pervert, but an awfully nice one. He was a man who paid me to fuck him up the ass, hard, until he came. And I really liked him. Life is weird, huh? We would be out at a club, dancing with my friends, drinking — a standard Friday or Saturday night. And then it would hit me. We didn't have straight sex, despite what some of my friends thought. What we did together was much, much worse. I liked that feeling; it made me hot. On more than one occasion, I'd made out with a girl on those nights and have her stick her hands down my pants. She'd be surprised at how wet I was, but didn't know that most of it was from thinking about what I'd done to Peter the week before. Whatever works, right? I guess I like secrets. And fucking Peter in the ass. Peter wasn't a natural sub. Although he could take a fair amount of pain, he explained it was mostly a form of foreplay to him, making his orgasms more intense. I could relate. I don't mind some pain — and I enjoy a good spanking and I positively love being zippered with clothespins — but I didn't get off on pain. Some of my clients did. All of which is to say that when Peter asked if he could domme me, I declined. There was also the fact that Peter was much, much bigger than me, and I was worried about really getting hurt. But then he asked if I would let myself be dommed by one of the other mistresses. That didn't seem so bad. In fact, it felt hot. I had Courtney in mind. She was about my size, white, with a cute little figure, short blonde hair. We hadn't worked together yet, but we'd gotten to know each other hanging out in the waiting area at the dungeon. She was a lesbian, too, but we'd never gone out. That said, I wouldn't mind being manhandled by her. Peter showed up for his session and I led him into one of the rooms. He paid me, and I left, telling him to "get comfortable." I gave the money to Dahlia and told Courtney it was time to go. "Time to go what, bitch!" she said. Uh oh, I thought. I may have bitten off more than I can chew. "Time for the session, Mistress Courtney," I said. "That's better," said Courtney. Then she slapped me. Not hard enough to really hurt, but it stunned me. There were a couple other dommes in the waiting area, plus Dahlia, and they were shocked, too. The session had started, and we weren't even in the room yet. I decided that submissive was the way to go. "I apologize, Mistress Courtney," I said, looking at my feet. "It won't happen again." Courtney smiled. "Then let's go," she said. I walked over to the room and opened the door for Courtney. Peter was already nude and stood up from the couch to introduce himself. "This is something different," said Courtney. "I've never dommed a co-worker before. But I like the idea. Thank you for coming up with it." "Just please remember you're domming me as well," he said. Courtney brought the suspension gear down and placed Peter's wrists into the padded cuffs. Then she grabbed a piece of rawhide and tied up his cock and balls. He was getting hard now, and I was enjoying the sight of another woman working over my sub. "Leah, remove your corset and come over here," she ordered. She put my wrists into cuffs as well. She told Peter to spread his legs until he was the same height as me. Then the suspension bar went up, and Peter and I were immobilized together. Our chests were touching, and we were looking into each other's eyes. His cock was hitting my pubic bone, but then he spread his legs further until it was just below my pussy. "That's not going to work," said Courtney. She ripped my panties down to the floor. I felt a rush fall over me. I'd never been completely nude with any of my clients (save for the time I got caught masturbating in "Learning to Be a Pro Domme"), and now I had Peter's cock right against my pussy lips. Without thinking, I arched my hips sightly forward, and I could feel the rawhide wrapped around his cock and balls. Courtney grabbed an elk flogger and walked behind me. I knew what was coming next. She started with soft strokes to warm me up. But even with those, I felt my pussy ride back and forth on top of Peter's cock. I looked up at him, and I could see he was enjoying this. And then Courtney started to lay into me. With each stroke, I felt my breasts compress against Peter's chest. Some of the blows even knocked him back. Then Courtney would pause and let Peter get back into position, angling his hard-on back against my pussy. Courtney now moved behind Peter and started flogging him. She was harder with him, but he could take it. When she'd hit his ass, his cock would jump forward and my clit would hit his public bone. I was getting seriously wet on this, grinding on Peter but also watching his expressions when he got hit. They were a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain — the same expressions he had when he was cumming. Courtney put down the flogger and picked up a cane. "Uh on, what do we have here?" she asked. I felt her reach between my legs and touch Peter's cock. She moved around to where we both could see her. A string of pre-cum covered her pates-gloved hand. "Who wants this?" she asked. I looked at Peter. This was more than I was ready for. Peter looked at me, and then volunteered to eat his own pre-cum. He was a gentleman. A gentleman and a perv. Courtney began caning me. I'm not a huge fan of caning, but I can take it. And it made my pussy jump all over Peter's cock. Then she moved around to behind Peter, and beat him. My clit slammed into his pubic bone with every thwack. I was beginning to get off. Courtney circled us, planning her next move. She reached between my legs again — more pre-cum from Peter, I thought. I expected her to feed it to Peter, but that's not what she did. "Do you want to eat Peter's cum this time?" she asked. I looked at Peter, but I just couldn't do it. "No, Mistress Courtney," I said. "Then you won't," she said. I felt a wet finger on my asshole. Though I'd fucked a fair number of guys up the ass for my job, I was inexperienced anally — it just wasn't part of my sexual routine. But in the finger went, and I jumped. "What's happening?" asked Peter.
 Then she did it again. I felt her between my legs, getting more pre-cum, and putting a finger up my ass. Now two. "Tell him, Leah," she said. "Your cum," I gasped, "she's putting it up my ass." Peter was shocked. "I'll clean her finger for you," he said. "There are two of them," said Courtney. "Now ... three." I felt it go in. I was now impaled on Courtney's hand. My asshole felt like it was going to rip open, but I didn't care. Looking at Peter, knowing his cum was in my ass, was intoxicating. Courtney pulled out of me and rocked around to Peter. He obediently opened his mouth. In went her fingers, and he sucked them. "That's her ass juice," she said, "mixed with your cum. You filthy, filthy fuck."
 Courtney lowered the suspension bar and unhooked me. This gave me a moment to gather my wits. The session was not going the way I planned, but I was overwhelmed with sexual feelings. I liked being forced to ride Peter's cock. I like knowing his cum was inside me. But I was losing control, and I didn't know what to do about it. Or if I cared. Courtney led me over to the bed. She had me lie down so that my pussy and legs were pointed out towards her. Then she tied my wrists, over my head, to the bed. She took my legs and spread them as far as they would go, tying them to the posts of the bed. My pussy was wide open and Peter, who'd never seen it before today, was drinking it in. Courtney put on a strap-on. We had not talked about this. I was up for a mild beating and some roughhousing, but I didn't want to get fucked, not in front of Peter. I was losing control, losing power. Courtney stood between my legs. "This is your call," she said. "I don't have to do this. But if you want me to fuck you — to fuck you in front of your client — I will. And I would like to." My head fall back onto the bed. This would be so much easier if she just fucked me. She could see how turned on I was, how wet I was. But now I needed to ask to be fucked? She walked back over to Peter and put an arm around him. "Here's the deal, Peter," she said. "We all know she wants me to fuck her. But she's going to have to ask for permission. If you say 'no,' we'll leave her there tied up. And I will fuck the living shit out of your ass. If you say 'yes," I fuck her first and then I fuck you. All up to you, bud." Oh, fuck. Now I had to ask my sub for permission. Instinctively, I tried to move against my restraints, but that didn't help. I wanted to cum — that much was clear — but I needed Peter's help. I was a mess, a sopping mess. "Peter," I said, "I need this. I need to get fucked, I need to cum. I'll make it up to you somehow, but I need this now. Please let Mistress Courtney fuck my brains out." "Please, Mistress Courtney," said Peter, "fuck the shit out of that bitch." I normally hate word like "bitch" and "cunt," but they felt good now. I was submitting. I was a bitch, and I had a cunt that needed to be filled. I knew what I was, and I knew what had to happen. Mistress Courtney rubbed her hand over Peter's cock, gathering as much pre-cum as she could. Then she wiped it all over her strap-on, the strap-on she was going to use on me. "Do you mind me using Peter's pre-cum as lube?" she asked. "You could get pregnant ... or worse." I am hardcore about safe sex. When I fucked guys, I always used a condom. I always used latex gloves with my clients. Fuck — I'd even used dental dams on girls, which suck! But now I didn't care. No — scratch that. I did care. I wanted his cum in my vagina. I had it in my ass, and I wanted it in all my holes. "No," I whimpered, "just fuck me." Jesus Christ! What had I turned into? Courtney didn't speak to me. She just walked over and thrust her cock into me. I pulled myself up against the restrains and pushed back against the cock inside. I rocked my hips back and forth, meeting Courtney stroke for stroke. I looked over at Peter, who was straining against the suspension gear, trying to get the best view of me being fucked. The head of his penis dripped pre-cum. Then Courtney slapped me. This one did hurt, but it snapped me back. "Are you ready to cum?" asked Courtney. "Are you going to cum all over my cock?" "Almost," I said. Another slap. "Almost what?" I was so close to cumming. "Mistress ... Courtney," I bleated. "I'm going ... to cum. Oh, God!" My head rolled back and I arched my back. The rush of the orgasm flowed over me. I felt my body twitching, like a fish out of water. Courtney untied me and told me to put on a strap-on. Then she got Peter down out of the suspension gear and led him over to the bed. She tied him up as she had done me, his legs spread wide and his asshole completely exposed. His hard-on flopped against his belly. "May I go first, Mistress Courtney?" I asked. "Of course, Leah. Then I'll finish him off." I grabbed the lube and fingered his asshole. Then I lubed up my cock and got into position. The head slid in easily, so I slowly pushed the entirety of the dildo into his ass. He moaned in pleasure. I laid down on top of him, and felt his cock against my stomach. I started fucking, and I whispered in his ear. "Thank you, Peter, for allowing me to get fucked," I said. "It felt great, and I loved knowing that your cum was in my ass and in my pussy. Now I want to help you get off. Now open your mouth" I spat into his mouth. I knew he loved that. Then I stood up and grabbed his legs for leverage. I fucked his faster now, and harder. His hands were tied behind his head, so he couldn't touch himself. He was close to cumming now, but he wouldn't ejaculate without some help. But he could have an internal orgasm, which is what I wanted to give him now. He arched his back just as I had, and bucked his hips. "Oh ... fuck!" he said. "Did you cum?" I asked. 
"Yes," he said, "hard." "My turn," said Courtney, practically pushing me out of the way. She started in hard — there was no building up. She had her arms around his legs and was pounding him, letting out little grunts with each stroke. Peter would cum again, but I wanted to help. I got down on the bed next to him and started stroking his cock. This was against house rules. Inevitably, there was some hand-to-genital contact, but we weren't allowed to jerk a guy off to completion. I was going to do that, and more. I placed my mouth down the head of his cock. "I want your cum in my mouth, Peter. I haven't had a guy cum in my mouth for years, but I want you to do it now. It's my only hole which hasn't tasted it." "Leah?" said Courtney, "that's against ...." "I don't care, Courtney," I said. "I need it. I want it. Are you going to give it to me, Peter? Are you going to give me your cum? I'm begging for it now. Isn't that what you want? For me to beg for your cum?" That did it. I put my mouth over the head of his cock and let his hot, salty cum fill my mouth. When he was done, I stroked his cock to push the last few drops into my mouth. When I had it all, I moved so my head was about a foot directly above his. Slowly, I pushed the cum out over my lips. He knew what I was doing and opened his mouth. A rivulet of cum — his own cum — entered his mouth. When he had it all, I leaned down and kissed him. Our tongues moved in and around the cum. Then I raised my head. "Swallow," I ordered, and he obeyed. He opened his mouth to show that he had eaten it all. I kissed him again. "Thank you," he said. "No, Peter. Thank you." Courtney left Peter and I alone to clean up. That gave us a chance to talk. I could sense he was surprised by what I had done, even while he was thrilled that I did that. "We went too far today," I said. "I enjoyed it, but I can't risk losing my job." "I understand," he said. "But I learned something today," I continued. "I learned I can be a sub, and I'd be willing to have you domme me. We could split the sessions — I'll domme you for part, you'll domme me for part ..." "And then you'll fuck me up the ass?" he asked. "Of course," I said, smiling. "I love fucking your ass." He leaned down and hugged me. "Shit!" I said. "Courtney didn't bring us towels." "I don't mind walking out nude." "There are probably some dommes in the waiting room. And Dahlia. And you've got lube and cum all over you." "So the dommes will know I had a good working over." He took me by the hand and led me to the door. He opened it for me, and I saw Dahlia at her desk, and Calico and Haley on the couch. I looked back at Peter and grabbed his still semi-erect cock. "Let's go," I said. And I pulled him behind me out into the waiting area and down the hallway. Calico slapped his ass as we walked past, and Haley grabbed one of my breasts. We got to the bathroom, and I turned on the shower. I stepped in, and then pulled him in with me. "I can wait," he said. "I can't," I said. And I got down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth. I gave him a blow job, my first in years. The hot water felt wonderful as it fell on my skin. I thought about everything I'd done that day. When he was close, I pulled him out of my mouth. "Jerk off on my face, please," I said. "And call me a slut." He stroked his cock and looked down at me. "You beautiful, fucking slut," he said. "I'm ... cumming, And I felt his sperm land on my nose, cheek and lips. I opened my eyes, and cleaned his cock with my mouth. "You'e amazing," he said. "As are you," I said. We showered, retuned to the room and got dressed. I walked him to the elevator and pushed the call button. "So what are you going to do to me," I asked, "when I'm your slave?" "I'm not sure," he said, "but I do have a few ideas." And I'll let you know what they were next time. Becoming a Sub Ch. 02 "You know that was the first time I saw you naked." This was Peter, my favorite sub. He was referring to our last session, when I'd brought in another mistress to domme the two of us. It had gone very well (you can read about it in "Becoming a Sub"), and I had agreed to let Peter dom me for half this session. "We can session in the nude. I'd like that actually," I said. I took off my corset and stepped out of my panties. Peter, already nude, walked over to me and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and swung my legs around his waist. I didn't do this with any of my other subs. Peter and I were growing closer, and we were having fun. I'd even started giving him guitar lessons in exchange for him teaching my about computer audio. There was nothing romantic going on here — I was still fucking girls. But I looked forward to playing with Peter, and especially to today. After I was done beating Peter, it was my turn to suffer. He put me into suspension bondage, and started beating me slowly with an elk skin flogger. Once I was warmed up, he grabbed some things from his bag and walked in front of me. "I need to warm you up some more," he said. He licked something — some film — and put it on nipples. My nipples felt warm, then hot, then really hot. I smelled cinnamon candy. "Breath mints," he said. "Listerine Cool Heat Breath Strips." He popped one in his mouth. "They burn, don't they?" he asked. Hell, yes, they did. I pulled against my restraints, trying to get some relief. "Would you like me to get them off," he asked. "Yes, yes. Please!" I begged. He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked the strips off, tonguing my nipples in the process. That actually felt nice. The heat fell down to a bearable level. "I think I need to cool them off some more," he said. He put two ice cubes on my nipples and I jumped back. It was only ice, but my nipples were so sensitive, it really hurt. "I can take them off," he said "but I'll need to put them on your clit." "Yes, yes, anything." I wasn't thinking. The ice hit my clit and I jumped. My feet, however, had been chained to the floor so I didn't get far. I stood on my toes to get away from Peter, but he kept the ice on my clit until it melted. Jesus. I was exhausted. The episode took maybe ninety seconds, but I felt like I'd been put through the wringer. "Does your pussy need to warm up?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Please warm my pussy." He put a finger inside me for first time. There's something very intimate about that, feeling someone else inside you. He added another finger and stroked me gently. My pussy was warming up. "Do not cum without permission," he said. He stroked me harder, and I felt a certain feeling welling up inside me.
 "Permission to cum, master." I didn't think about it — I just felt I should call him "master." "Permission to cum, master. Please?" I was begging. He'd found my G-spot and I wouldn't last long. 
 "Please. Master. I can't hold on." He pulled his fingers out. My orgasm had been frustrated. This was not nice. "Do you want to cum?" he asked. "Yes. Badly." "Can I kiss you?" "No tongue," I said. "Against the rules." "Then no orgasm for you." He went over to his bag and pulled out a Hitachi Magic Wand. He plugged it in and turned it on. He held the vibrating head in his hand and approached me. "This feels nice," he said. He put the back of his hand against my pussy. The vibrations were weaker, but I felt them. "I could put the head right on your clit," he said. "Yes, please, master. I'd like that a lot." "Then kiss me." "I don't want to lose my job." "What do you want — your job or to cum?" "Both, sir?" He pulled his hand away, and the vibrations stopped. He had me. "Master, please kiss me." I just hoped no one would walk in on us. He stepped to me and I opened my mouth, preparing to receive him. We kissed, and his tongue slipped over mine. I felt the vibrator on my clit. I kissed Peter, thanking him for the pleasure he was giving me. "Permission to cum, sir?" "Granted," he said. "You may cum." And I did, kissing him and looking straight into his eyes. It was the first time I'd cum with a sub, but it wouldn't be the last. And most of them were with Peter. He unchained me and got me out the suspension gear. "That was cruel, the orgasm denial," I said. "It is, but it's kind of like foreplay," he said. "When the orgasm finally hits, it's worth it." That was true. But it was time to move on to the ass-fucking. I stepped into a harness and fixed the dildo — a vibrating Mistress. I hit the switch on the bullet vibe and adjusted the straps. The vibrations made my pussy feel good. "I like the way you look with a cock," he said. 
I reached down, grabbed it and placed it next to his cock. His was a little bigger, but mine vibrated. He put his hand on mine and we held our cocks together. He pushed my cock back into me, stroking it, grinding the base against my clit. Now I felt the vibrations. I slid my hand on his cock, matching him stroke for stroke. He leaned into me and kissed me. He was getting turned on now, as turned on as I was. He put an arm around me to steady me, and I did the same. We were in a kinky embrace, stroking each other's cocks. The closer I got to cumming, the harder I stroked Peter's cock. I felt his pre-cum oozing out, and used it for lube. I looked up and kissed him. I heard him moan, and felt warm liquid spill on my thigh. That pushed me over the edge, and I came, too. I looked down at Peter's cum on my leg and got an idea. "Down on your knees," I ordered. "I want to give you a facial." He kneeled and crossed his arms behind back. Nice touch. He opened his mouth, and I flicked the cum on to his face. I got his nose, one cheek and some in his mouth. I rubbed the last of his cum onto my cock. "Stand up. Don't swallow." I opened the door and led Peter back to the waiting area. Dahlia, the phone girl, was there, along with two new dommes. "This is Peter, and he just came on my leg. So I used his own cum to give him a facial. Peter — open your mouth." He obeyed, as I knew he would. "That's his cum on his tongue. Now Peter, wipe the rest of your cum off your face and eat it!" He wiped the cum into his mouth and swallowed. I grabbed him by his hair and threw him to the ground. "Now clean my cock!" He put his hands on my hips and impaled his mouth on my cock. I heard him struggle and gag, and then my cock went all the way in. He was deep-throating me! I'd never seen that before. He looked up and I saw his eyes had filled with water. That turned me on again. I grabbed his head so I could thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. He made some gurgling sounds, and I pushed him off my cock. He fell onto his back, stringers hanging from his mouth. "Wow," said one of the new girls, "he could suck my cock anytime." All in all, a good session. Peter was a good dom, and a wonderful sub. Peter went on vacation to St. Barths, so I didn't see him for a couple of weeks. We emailed, though, and I asked him if he was thinking about me when he masturbated. He said he had, so I ordered him to send some photos of him jerking off. I told him I'd do the same. 
 That got me started on a discussion of the history of vibrators. I had been a gender studies major at college, and had learned that vibrators had been designed to help doctors as medical instruments. If a women wasn't feeling right — read: depressed or anxious— she would be diagnosed as suffering from female hysteria. The treatment was pelvic massage, or finger-fucking. Vibrators, basically, were to help doctors with tired hands. Whatever the case, I told Peter that I had a fantasy about being a patient and being brought to orgasm by a doctor. Peter said he would be my doctor. Which is what I wanted him to say. He said he would take care of everything, but asked me to bring my favorite dildo from home. When the day came for my "appointment," I was in the hallway outside one of the rooms at the my dungeon, the Hidden Chamber. I knocked and poked my head inside. "Doctor?" I asked. "I'm Kathi." Peter had dressed the part. He wore a doctor's white coat over a shirt and tie, and a stethoscope hung around his neck. In his shirt pocket were tongue depressors, a thermometer and a penlight. "Please come in and have a seat." He led me by the hand over to the bed. "Tell me how you feel," he said. "OK, basically," I said. "But I don't feel like myself. I feel like I'm anxious, on edge. Plus I have no energy. I have to drag myself out of bed in the morning." "No aches, no pain?" he asked. "None," I said. "I just don't feel right." He put his hand on my forehead. "You don't feel hot." Then he took my pulse. "Pulse is strong and regular. I'd like to check your ears. Please turn your head to the side." He flicked on the penlight and took a peek.
 "Other side, please," he said. "Your ears look good." The penlight went back in his pocket. "I'ld like to listen to your heart now. Please take off your shirt." My pulse quickened. I didn't wear a bra for just this reason — so he could order me to strip in front of him. "Doctor, I'm sorry," I said "but I'm not wearing a bra." "That's OK, Kathi," he said. "I'm a medical doctor. It's perfectly appropriate for you to take your shirt off if I ask you, too. Please don't feel embarrassed." "If you say so, doctor," I said. "I trust you." I tried to look shy, but I'm not sure it worked. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I covered my breasts with my arms. "Now, now, Kathi," he said, putting the stethoscope in his ears. "Be a brave girl. Sit up straight and put your arms down." I did as he asked, pushing my chest forward. I don't have big tits, but I wanted to put my B-cups on display for him. I turned my head to the side — I was acting bashful. I felt the cold metal chestpiece on my breast, and shivered. "I'm sorry, Kathi. I should have warmed that up for you." Bastard. He did that intentionally. "Good news —your heart sounds fine," he said. "Now, if you'd take off the rest of you clothes for me. I'll turn around to give you some privacy." Rats. I'd hoped he order me to strip in front of him. But I obeyed, shimmying out of my jeans. "Ready?" he asked. One arm covered my breasts. With my other arm, I covered my pussy. I drew my shoulders in and looked down and to the side. "Yes, doctor." He turned around. "Kathi — what did I tell you?" He came over and put his hands on my shoulders. "You have no reason to be embarrassed. You're a beautiful young women, and you have a beautiful body. You should be proud!" I shook my head 'no.' "I want you to do something for me. I want you to be a brave girl for me. The bravest! I want you to look at me, and stand up straight and tall. I want you to push your chest forward. And I want you to put your hands by your side." I faked a sniffle, and obeyed. "That's much better, Kathi. Good girl." I liked the praise. "You're a lovely girl," he said, touching my chin. "You're going to make someone very happy someday." I appreciated that. He knew I was a lesbian, and intentionally did not say "make some man very happy." If you want to know why I liked Peter to such, there's your reason. It was a small thing, but so ... thoughtful. That might not be be erotic to you, but it's sexually as hell to me. It's what allowed us to do what we did. "Please cross your arms behind your back and open your mouth. I need to see down your throat." He took a tongue depressor out of his pocket and unwrapped it. "Put your tongue to the left. Now the right. Now stick out your tongue. And put it back in your mouth and let it relax." I felt the depressor poking at the back of my tongue. Peter knew I had a sensitive gag reflex — hey, I'm a dyke! — and he was testing it. It went further back, and further back .... I gagged. I convulsed, and the tongue depressor went flying. I had my hands on my knees. My eyes were watering. "Kathi, I need to test your throat. I'm sorry you gagged, but I'm going to need to ask you to stand up and cross your arms behind your back. Can you do that for me?" He'd made me cry. It was my fantasy, but he was using it against me. He knew I'd gag myself again just to continue on. I opened my mouth and the depressor went in. It moved back slowly, but I knew what was coming. I tried to open my throat, to let him go further, but .... I gagged again. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Spit hung from my lips. "I'm so sorry," he said, reaching for a tissue. He wiped the saliva from my face. "Let's see if we can do this another way." He put on latex gloves. "I want you to stand as you were before, and I'm going to put my left arm around you to steady you. Then I'm going to use two fingers on my right hand to test your throat, instead of the depressor. Is that alright?" I nodded. "I want you to try to open your throat, like you're swallowing. When you gag, try to move your mouth up on my fingers. It won't feel natural, but just keep your arms behind you. We'll do this together." I looked up at Peter. "If you say so, doctor," I said. "I trust you."
 "That's a good girl. Now open your mouth." I felt his arm go around me and pin my arms behind my back. I opened my mouth, and his fingers went in. He went slowly at first, until my first gag. My body convulsed, but he held me tight and kept his fingers in my mouth. In fact, he pushed further, trying to open my throat. I gagged again, and my knees went out from under me. But he was holding me and I did not fall. I felt his fingers push my tongue down and enter my throat. I thought I was going to throw up. But I swallowed and moved my mouth up, just like he asked. I felt my throat open, and he was in. I was deep-throating his fingers. I'd never deep-throated anything before. I was still gagging a bit, but I felt a sense of accomplishment. He withdrew his fingers and wiped them clean with a tissue. Then he cleaned the saliva from my face. 
"That was very good," he said. "You have no obstructions in your throat. Now let's take your temperature." I opened my mouth. "That's not where it's going," he said. "Please get on the examining table and lie on your stomach. I'll need you to spread your cheeks for me." I felt him apply lube around my asshole. Then he stuck a finger in me. I grunted. I'm not a huge fan of anal, and I don't have a lot of experience. But Peter loved all things anal, and it looked like the price for living my fantasy was to let him finger-fuck my asshole. "I'm trying to relax your anus," he said. "This will ensure a more accurate reading." He slipped another finger in me. It hurt some, but I was willing to take it. He pulled his fingers out and applied more lube. "I'm going to try three fingers this time," he said. "I want you to push back on me, as if you were defecating. This will stretch the sphincter muscles. And breathe." I exhaled and pushed my asshole back onto his finger tips. "That's it. Now do it again." I took a breath and pushed out. The fingers moved into me slowly. It hurt, but there was something about it I liked. Peter moved his fingers back and forth. He pushed them deep into me, and I felt my butt hit his hand. His fingers were completely inside me now. My anus had relaxed. It no longer hurt. I moaned. He moved his fingers up and down inside me, exploring me. I wanted to touch myself, play with my clit. But I couldn't do that in a doctor's office. The fingers left my ass. "Your rectum is clean — no obstructions," he said. "Now I'll take your temperature." I felt the cold metal and glass of the thermometer enter my ass. It slid in easily. Peter stood up and walked to my side. "You're flushed," he said. "That's a perfectly normal reaction to anal stimulation. You should experiment with it at home. Will you do that for me?" This felt dirty, talking about it. "Yes, doctor. I'll experiment with putting things in my anus." He pulled the thermometer out of my ass. "No fever. That's good. Please roll over onto your back, pull your feet into your buttocks and spread your knees." He held a plastic speculum in his hand. "I'm going to use this to look into your vagina. Please relax." I felt the device slide into me. He opened the speculum, and I felt air hit my pussy. It felt good to know he was looking inside me, seeing everything. I liked that I was on display for him, and could hide nothing. He closed the speculum and pulled it out of me. I was very turned on now. I awaited my diagnosis. "Kathi, you suffer from female hysteria. The good news is that it's treatable, right here in my office. The treatment involves stimulating your clitoris and your vagina. You will feel a great energy well up inside of you, and then it will dissipate. You'll feel better then. I promise." He fixed some leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles and and tied them to the bedposts. "Unfortunately, some women experience a violent reaction and thrash around. So for your own protection, I'm going to restrain your arms and legs." I was spread-eagled now, and could not move. Peter took up his position between my legs. He applied some lube to his fingers, but he didn't need to. I was wet. I was excited. He put two fingers in me. I moaned. I wanted this. He started slowly, but he turned the speed up quickly. Soon he had three fingers sliding in and out of me. I lifted my head up — it was the only part of my body I could move! He slammed his fingers into me. I moaned loudly, and came. "How do you feel now, Kathi?" "Better, doctor." "I'd like to do another round of treatment. To be safe." "Yes, doctor. To be safe." 
 "Please try to relax." Fat chance. My pussy was hungry for more. He had my favorite dildo now. It was about the size of Peter's cock, but a little thicker. And it had these hard plastic veins that felt great. Peter teased my pussy lips, then slammed it in. There was nothing gentle about this. He just pounded my pussy with the dildo. I felt full. My head snapped from side to side, and I pulled against my restraints. I let owe a big groan and came again — hard! I looked up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. "One final treatment," he said. I couldn't even speak. I felt three fingers in me now, then a fourth. This was bigger than my dildo, and stretched my pussy. I felt another finger —- his thumb. He was trying to fist me. I looked up to see him pouring lube over his hand. 
"Please relax." I'd been fisted by women before, but never by a man. This was going to be the biggest thing I'd ever had in my pussy — if he could get it in. I felt him corkscrew his hand, working his fist into me. I had all four fingers and the thumb, but I didn't have the knuckles. I breathed in and out, trying to relax my pussy. I felt like my pussy was at its breaking point, but I wanted more. I arched my back and felt the knuckles begin to slide in. I was doing it. My pussy was eating his fist. Then the fist stopped moving. I looked up to see Peter holding the Hitachi in his other hand. He turned it on low and put it against his wrist and my clit. The vibrations shot through his hand and into my pussy. It was overwhelming. My whole pelvis was shaking. I heard myself groan — but it sounded like someone else's voice. My hips started bucking. I was cumming already. One orgasm blurred into another. I was losing control. I arched my back so much I that my head rolled under me. My legs stiffened, and only my heels and the top of my head were on the bed. The restraints were pulled tight, and I felt my joints straining. Drool was coming out of my mouth, and was rolling down my face. Becoming a Sub Ch. 02 I had one final, brutal orgasm. My body slammed down on the bed, and my legs and arms began to twitch. I was convulsing from pleasure. Endorphins saturated my brain. Peter had turned off the vibrator and pulled out his fist. My pussy felt empty and lonely. "Your treatment has ended," he said. "Do you feel better?" "Much better, doctor," I said. "Thank you." He uncuffed me, but I was too wasted to stand up. Peter lied down on the bed next to me. Instinctively, I curled up into him. He put an arm around me. We looked like lovers, enjoying a moment of post-coital bliss. I kissed him. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Amazing. Beyond words." "I love to watch you cum." I opened my eyes. "I love having you watch me when I cum." He stroked my hair. "I feel like I owe you," I said. "What's your fantasy?" He told me, and I told him I'd make it happen. I'll tell you about it next time. Becoming a Submissive Again many thanks to Bron Zeage for his patience advice and editing , without his help this would not be here . Merci encore Monsieur Fran26 ENDING A RELATION CONTINUED She spends a week-end with her sister Marge. It has been a little over a year since my week-end with Rick Rick. I no longer see Rick. He and his wife finally divorced and he has retained custody of his daughter. And moved back to the west coast, Gerry, He and I maintain a cordial relation and remain friends. My Sister Marge. She was an enigma and a problem for me. I had let her touch me in a sexual manner in her van. True, I was so horny that time I was almost out of my mind. The second time at the cottage, during my week-end with Rick. It was more curiosity It bothered me that the first woman to touch me sexually was my own sister. Actually, I had a problem dealing with the fact I really enjoyed making out with her and the realization that I was bisexual. I knew that my Mom and she were bisexual, but discovering this about me was a bit disconcerting. To add to my introspective, I promised my sister, I would spent a night with her let her "use my body" as she put it. And, not withstanding my questioning of my sexual orientation, I was looking forward to it with both hesitation and trepidations. There was also the conversation with our Mom. She seemed quite at ease with me and Marge making out. She even told me a few women she knew would appreciate having me in their bed, including her. She had refused to answer my question when I asked if she played with Marge. It shook me up and worried me. If I got involved in an incestuous relationship with my sister, would I someday end up in bed with my own mother? To say I was in a quandary is an understatement. I had to talk seriously to Marge. I called her and set a meeting in the municipal park. We could find a seat out of the way and have a talk in private. Sitting next to her I was wet and could feel my pussy lips swelling. I hoped she did not notice. "Did you change your mind about repaying you dept Fran? If you have hesitations you know I won't hold you to it or hold your backing out against you. Be very sure . This has to be of your own free will." "No, that is not the reason for our meeting. I will admit that I am a little afraid of where it may lead. Mom let escape that you liked to dominate your women" "The main reason, Marge, is I have a question for you, it is important to me." "Ask." "Do you and Mom make out?" "No." "Are you sure?" "Ok, I'll come clean. Once we were at the cottage, just me and Mom, I was horny and I made her understand that I was available to play if she wanted. She sat me down and told me that both her girls were very sexy and she loved us, but that having sex with her own daughters no matter how tempted she might be, was a line she would not cross." "Yet, she seems ok with us having an incestuous relation." "Strange, don't you think?" "She is not always easy to understand." "This is the week-end that I told her I like dominate and use my women. She arranged for me to meet a Dominatrix friend of hers, to be trained in the does and don'ts. You do not want to do permanent harm to a submissive. You want to play with her. She has to enjoy it too." "That worries me some, that dominatrix streak in you. I certainly would not want to be whipped, burned, cut, choked, or suffer great pain." "I am a Dom. I am not into hurting my pets. I may spank their ass until it is good and red, mess with their nipples, pussy and clit, or some bondage if they like it. I will also use nipple and pussy lips clamps with or without training weights, inflict some moderate pain depending on what they tolerate. I am not into breath restriction. The only thing I put around the neck of my pets is a collar and a leash. If they are tied or in any way restricted, I don't leave them alone for even a minute. Scat games, forget it. I am not into any of that dirt. I do however love to fuck them with a strap-on, both in the pussy and the ass. I have different size dildos to go with it and I let them choose the size they like." That was getting me hotter still. I could feel my pussy twitch and my clit and nipples getting engorged and swelling , my nipples were getting hard and sticking out. I was trying to hide this but Marge was looking at my nipples sticking out trough my blouse. I knew she noticed but did not say anything. "That clears things, some. These dildos of yours, they are big?" "Don't take what you see on the net as normal Dom/sub behaviour. These women having things 5 or 6 inches across and over a foot long inserted into their holes are exceptions and most of them get damaged down there by these things and sooner or later have to have the damage surgically repaired, aside from other problems." "My biggest dildo would be the size on very well hung man. Some of my pets only like to serve me and be a bit humiliated. One likes to have her tits and pussy spanked hard and then I get her to lick and tongue fuck my ass while masturbating and finger fucking herself. She is quite good at it. I wonder if she does it to her husband." "I have even two sluts I use for their husband's pleasure, before they fucks their brains out. No, I don't let the husbands touch me, only the women. Another guy is a widower. I sometimes take a slut to him for an evening of games. He is not really rough, but loves to fuck their mouth and ass and is quite found of bondage," "One more very important thing, I will never do anything to you that you don't want, and you will be able to stop everything at any time." In my head I was already fantasising about being used by her. I know I was squirming on the seat I was hoping she would take me then and there. "That pretty well answers my questions. Thanks Marge." I was so hot I was afraid I would come. My panties were wet and I was breathing hard. "Little sister you seem to be all horny. I think that you are more tempted that you let on, but today I will not help you to get release. You will only get release from me if and when you decide to submit to me." This disappointed me a lot. I needed release so much, I was almost shaking with desire. But I realised later that this was probably her way to push my buttons .She knew me well and she just told me enough to accomplish her purpose, that is getting me to be submissive to her. "Take time to consider everything. I will not bring the subject of your supposed debt up again. Once your decision is made, let me know, Fran." We exchanged a kiss and each went home. The first thing I did at home was get naked, lay on my bed and finger fuck and masturbate until I was exhausted. At least I did not have to worry about ending up in bed with my Mom, if Marge could be believed and I did believe her. She would not lie about something like that, but there was a lot for me to consider and carefully ponder before making a decision. I definitely had the hots for Marge, but did I want to go down that road. I was hesitant, but I was also curious about exploring a world Marge had hinted at. After all, an incestuous relationship was not quite a normal thing or something I had prepared for until a month ago. Such a relation had never entered even my dreams, or nightmares if you prefer. And, she wanted me to be a submissive to her. Did I want that? Would I like it and not stop? It was a very slippery slope considering I was tempted to try it. If I did not want to continue after a first experience, would she try to pressure me to continue? I did not think so, but I had to consider it. She was my sister. I trusted her not to hurt me, but in the heat of a scene, as they call it, would she go further than planned or agreed to? More importantly, what did I want to experience and what did I not want to do or have done to me? The more I thought about it, the more my pussy got wet. I could feel my juices run down my thighs, just fantasising about it One thing I knew for sure I would definitely be a pet or more to Marge, in other words her slut. I had to explore that side of my sexuality. I would have to have another talk with Marge and do further research on the subject. Sex was one thing, but being used and undoubtedly abused, suffering some pain, even if light, was a different thing. I needed to set some limits, but considering our talk earlier I did not think she would go too far with me. After some research on the net, I contacted Marge again. We met on Tuesday at the little cafe where we normally go. "So little sister, you have decided to be a pet for me?" "Yes but I don't want to be caned. I saw the marks it leaves. I am willing to submit to anything else at least for one time, to see where my limits are." "Ok Jimmy is leaving Friday after work to go and help his father replace the roof on his house. That leaves us until Monday. He took Monday off. When are you free during the week-end? " My pussy was already twitching just thinking about the weekend. "I have no plan for the whole week end." "Come with me in my van I have things to tell you." Once in the van, "Now remove your panties slut." That both surprised and made me hornier. "Spread your legs and play with yourself while I give you your instructions." I did not play with myself fast enough for her. She took my nipples through my blouse and bra and squeezed them till I let out a loud, "Ouch." "Now slut, when I give you an order, you obey immediately." I wasted no time doing as I was told and inserted a finger in my cunt. She opened my blouse took my tits out of my bra and gave them each a good slap I almost came right there. To my surprise the pain was good. "I did not tell you to finger fuck yourself. I said play with yourself and don't make yourself come until I say you may." "Now, my instructions to you. Don't talk. Listen carefully." You will call me Mistress at all times when we are playing. You will do as you are told immediately unless you have used your safe word which I will give you later" . Immediate blind obedience would be required of me. This surprised and scared me a bit. Could I comply with such control over my actions? I was an independent woman, more used to giving instructions in my professional live than being given orders. For now I obeyed and did not say a word. I let Marge finish with her instructions to me. "I will call you slut or bitch as I see fit. Come on now, squeeze that cunt of yours hard and pull on that nice clit." It was hard not to come doing this. Squeezing and pulling on my clit sent feelings of pain/pleasure down my legs and up all the way to my nipples. "Tonight, you can do whatever you want, even have yourself fucked by half the town, but as of tomorrow, Wednesday, you will not touch yourself. I want you good and horny Friday evening. Is that clear?" I managed to nod. I was on the edge of an orgasm. She must have noticed "Bitch, I did not say you could make yourself come yet." "Friday, you will be at my place at exactly 8 p.m. You will wear a blouse and a short skirt. No bra or panties. You will be freshly shaved. You will come in the side door. On the hook next to the door there will be a collar and leash. You will put it on. You will undress and go in the den and wait for me with your hands behind you back, kneeling on the floor. If you disobey any of those instructions, there will be punishment." "Now bitch show me how much of a slut you are. Make yourself come. And don't forget to stretch that clit of yours." I fingered myself while pulling on my clit till it hurt. As I was on the edge, she took my nipples and squeezed them hard. I had a great big orgasm. One of the biggest I could remember. The pain mixed with the pleasure was a feeling I had never before experienced. "You will make an excellent slut little sister, if you let me train you well." Her voice was hypnotic to me .I was a bit apprehensive at the meaning of being trained, but at the same time my curiosity was growing The idea of my faith being in the hands of another was exciting. I did not know what the training would include, this filled me with anticipation. I was also a little afraid, I has seen some pretty scary thing during my search on the net, (Women suspended from the ceiling by their tits with ropes, whipped with cats of nine tails, caned until there were welts all over their backs, ass and legs, and more ) I definitely had a submissive side to me. It was screaming to get out. This I fully realised now but, how far I would go worried me some. Marge was looking at me and rubbing my tits, giving me time to think, she must have known the battle going on in my head . Some Doms I knew had their subs service their friends. Loaned them out to other Doms. She had mentioned the widower to whom she brought some of her sluts to play. She had given no details, but I presumed both of them played with the sub. Was he the only one with whom she shared her subs? Did she humiliate her slut in public or expose them in these get-to-gathers for those involved in the life style? She also told me before that she would do nothing or have me do nothing to which I did not agree. I had to trust her or not. If I trusted her, it was time to give in to my submissive side. "Mistress I will be your slut and submit to any and all training you see fit to put me through and accept any punishment for my shortcomings. I will be a good slut for your pleasure and my only wish is to serve you well. I accept to have all my limits explored under your guidance." "Ok Slut I will be your Mistress and trainer. I am a harsh Mistress, as you will discover, but I take good care of my sluts," "Now eat me, slut. I need to come too." She lay back on the seat and spread her legs. I went down on her and licked and pushed my tongue as far as I could into her. Finally, I sucked her clit while finger fucking her. She had a nice orgasm and I was pleased to have pleased her. I licked her clean until she told me to stop. "That was good slut, but you still need some training in how to really please a woman. I will take care of that this week-end" "Yes Mistress. It will be my pleasure to be trained to serve you better." We kissed and she said I had to go home. So did I. I noticed the way she had looked at me. There was a lot more than sisterly love in her eyes. It was the look a lover gives you. Could she be in love with me? If so, was it bad or good? I had extremely deep sentiments for her. Could two sisters fall in love? I decided not to worry about that. I masturbated till my pussy and clit were sore. I was exhausted. I fell asleep, hoping that Friday would come along fast. FRYDAY I BECOME MY SYSTER'S SLUT I pulled in my sister's drive 5 minutes late. I did as instructed, once in the side door. I got naked, put on the collar, went in the den and knelt with my hands behind my back. Marge came in. She had her hair in a pony tail wearing black stockings and shoes with heels. Her makeup was fantastic. She looked great. I immediately started to get wet. I could feel my tits, clit and pussy swelling. Something came over me and the most important thing in the world to me at that instant was to please her. I did not care what I had to endure. "You are late slut. You will be punished for that." "Sorry Mistress." She bent down, took my nipples squeezed them and twisted. "Ouch, humm." "I did not give you permission to speak slut." "First you have to learn how to present yourself properly. Get up, face me, hands behind your head, legs spread and push your hips forward." "That is better I will examine you. I find a hair anyplace, your punishment will be more painful." She started to run her hands slowly all over me. Her hands were soft and warm. I could not help moaning. I felt my juice running along my thighs. She ran a hand over my pussy I pushed myself against her hand. She picked up a small crop on the table and gave a hard slap on each of my ass cheeks. It stung, but after a second, a nice warmth replaced the pain. "Don't move bitch. I did not give you permission. I am not finished with my examination." "Your safe word is Red. That should be simple enough for even a stupid bitch such as yourself to remember." She massaged my breasts and passed her tongue on my nipples. I was so hot I could feel the inside of my cunt twitch. I wanted to come in a bad way. She turned my head and kissed me hard. I looked in her eyes. I surely saw lust, but also something else which I could not define. We looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds. "Slut, looking a Mistress or Master in the eyes is normally a severely punished offence, but it pleases me to look into your beautiful hazel eyes. You have permission to do it." "Now bend over bitch, hands on the floor. I will examine your ass." In this position, with my ass in the air, I felt so exposed, humiliated and hornier by the second. I hoped I was pleasing her. "Spread your legs more slut, "she commanded, accompanied by two hard slaps on my ass. She brought a hand between my legs all the way to my lower belly and slowly brought it back over my cunt. She opened my ass cheeks and rubbed my butt hole. Her fingers ran all the way up my crack. I thought I would die if she did not let me come soon. "I see my slut wants to come." "Yes Mistress. Please let your slut come. She needs it." She grabbed my hair and stood me up. "You slutty bitch. You are here for my pleasure, not yours. I will decide when you come. It will not be before you have been punished for being late. Luckily for you, it is time for your punishment." This filled me with trepidation. I wanted to be punished and allowed to come. Mostly I wanted to please her. There was a pair of nipple clamps tied to each other with a chain on the table. She sucked my nipples to get them good and hard, even though they already were and snapped the clamps on my nipples. She unhooked the leash from my collar and snapped it on the chain joining the clamps. "Now it is time for your punishment slut." She not too gently pulled me by the leash towards the bedroom. Being pulled by my nipples, in a sense, I could not resist. I realised I had abandoned complete control over what awaited me. This for a reason I could not realise, made me happy and hornier, if possible. I was willingly putting my fate in Marge's hands PUNISHED AND USED In the room, she took four padded bracelets from the side table and put one each on my wrists and ankles. There were rings on them and lengths of rope in the rings. The bed is one with tall posts at each corner. She took me to the foot of the bed, standing up, facing the bed, proceeded to tie my wrists to the tops of the posts, one on each side, spreading my arms , then my ankles to the bottom of the posts, close to the floor. I was well spread.,ass, legs and back were exposed, thefoot board of the bed was low and I am fairly tall. My tits, belly, cunt and half my thighs were also exposed to punishment from the front. She proceeded to examine me, slowly running her hands all over me. I was completely humiliated and helpless in this position, but it only increased my need to come. She kissed me and I had a good look in her blue eyes. I am sure a saw love there. "Now slut, I will administer your punishment." She took two clamps with weights attached and clamped them to my pussy lips. She gave a little tap on the weights to make them swing. The pain and pleasure were exquisite. I wanted to come so much. My hips were gyrating as much as my bonds allowed. She took a paddle from the table. "Now slut, I will give you five slaps with this on each of your ass cheeks, for your five minutes late." Whack! The first one stung. So did the second one. By the third, tears were coming and I almost used my safe word, but I wanted to please her. I bit my lower lip and tried to endure. I must have gone to a different state of being. The pain became pleasant. I took all ten slaps. Becoming a Submissive "Good slut. You are very good for a first time. You took that well. Your Mistress is pleased with you." I could only be glad that she was pleased with me. She took the clamps off my cunt lips and my nipples and proceeded to kiss my breasts and sucking my nipples. "I will let my slut come soon." "Did my slut obey her Mistress and not touch herself since Wednesday?" "Mistress, your slut has been very bad, she has touched herself. She made herself come four times. She could not help it. She was so impatient to be with you. She is sorry." "Bitch, another thing I will punish you for. I also presume that you have played with your nipples " "Yes Mistress, I deserve to be punished some more." She took a small crop from the table. It was about two inches wide by six inches long, with a handle about a foot and a half. She gave my breasts a slap each, not as hard as my ass earlier, but hard enough to sting. I pushed my breasts towards her. She gave me four more. "One for each time you played with them without permission slut and I am not finished. That was one shot for each time you touched yourself, and one for teaching you a lesson." She started to spank the inside of my thighs with the crop, hard enough to sting and make me moan and yelp. I was going crazy with lust, my hips were gyrating. I could feel my insides pulsate. "Now slut, I need to teach a lesson to that hot cunt of yours. You need to learn not to touch it without permission." She proceeded to spank my pussy with the crop from behind coming up between my well spread legs. I pushed my ass and hips backward to meet each blow. I was in a state of pure lusty want. I needed the pain and to come. By the fifth blow I could not hold back any longer. I let go and started to come hard. I was shaking all over and twisting in my bonds. "That is it, bitch. Come for your Mistress. Show her how good a slut you are." Saying that, she extended an arm around my hips, took my clit in her fingers and pulled it hard. I had the biggest longest screaming orgasm ever in my life, I am sure. My legs were so weak, the only thing keeping me standing were my wrists tied to the top of the bed posts After it subsided, she got a towel, cleaned me up some, untied me and helped me to lie on the bed. "You need to rest slut. I am not finished using you." She tied my hands to the headboard of the bed. "I don't want you to play with yourself while you rest bitch. I decide when and if you are to have pleasure." I felt relaxed and let myself go. I think she let me sleep for a while. "Now slut, I let you come. I is your turn to pleasure me." "Yes Mistress let me pleasure you. I want nothing else more than that." I meant it, the need to please her was real and it surprised me. I did not want to please her, I needed to please her. She untied my hands, laid on her back and taking a handful of my hair, brought my mouth to her tits. "Slut, lick my tits and give them little bites." I started to lick her tits slowly all over and giving little love bites , her moans and little ouches encouraged me to lick and bite harder she seemed to enjoy this a lot judging by her moans and little yelps she was also moving on the bed Her nipples were getting hard and erect. I passed my tongue on her nipples. She shook. I give each a gentle bite. She let out a throaty grunt, "Yes slut, that is good." "Now suck my nipples. Squeeze them with your lips. Pass your tongue on them and suck bitch." Her moans were music to my ears. I was so pleased to give her pleasure that I was all wet. I bit, sucked and licked her nipples. The more she moaned and grunted, the more enthusiasm I put into my pleasing her. I was wet and wanted to play with myself. "You are a good bitch. You are pleasing me. Don't play with yourself. This is for my pleasure, not yours." She pushed my head down to her crotch. "Put my legs up on your shoulders bitch and lick the inside of my thighs and around my cunt, but don't touch my pussy yet." I did as told giving little bites to the inside of her thighs as I was licking. She moaned louder, gyrating and humping her hips. I was in heaven, pleasing her. "Don't stop slut. You are very good. I will fuck you good and hard to thank you later, even let you enjoy another good spanking." This pleased me and filled me with anticipation and made me even hotter, if possible. After a time, she finally pushed my mouth to her cunt, holding me by my pony tail. "Now I need to come. Push your tongue in my slit and move it around. Fuck me with your tongue." I did my best to push my tongue in her slit as deep as I could. She tasted good. She was humping her hips more and her moans got louder and throatier. This encouraged me to tongue fuck her with more energy. "Now slut, take my clit in your mouth. Squeeze it with your lips. Suck hard. Pull on it. Rub it with your tongue." I could hardly understand her through the moaning and noises she was making." "Now suck it hard and finger fuck me bitch I am going to come." She pulled my face to her cunt, holding me tight with her hands and legs. She humped my face and moaned and making deep noises from her throat. She shook all over. I had never known a woman could come that hard. Her juices were leaking out and I did all I could to swallow it all. I was happy to give her that much pleasure. I had an orgasm just from the pleasure of satisfying her. After that, she calmed down a bit. "Thank you. None of my sluts ever gave me such an orgasm." Thus encouraged, I pushed her legs forward and let my tongue go to her back hole and started licking it. I have no idea what got into me to do that. "God don't stop keep licking slut and you better do a good job." I licked and pushed my tongue in her little hole until she had another big orgasm. I had one too, without touching myself. I cleaned her pussy and inner thighs. Then, she pulled me up and we lay in each other's arms to recuperate. "You are the best bitch I ever had. I can't wait to spank you again and fuck you good." "Thank you Mistress. I am glad you are pleased with me." She took a harness out of a drawer and 6 different dildos. I chose one that was about the same length as Rick's cock but wider. It had small ridges all along it. Marge fitted it in the harness and I spread my legs to give her access and received two hard slaps on my tits for my trouble. "A bitch gets fucked on all fours, like the bitch she is. Get on all fours." I did as she commanded, fast. After tying my wrists to the top of the posts of the head board of the bed, my arms were spread wide above my head. She tied my ankles to the side of the bed, in that position. I was on my knees, legs spread with my shoulders higher than my ass, my tits were well off the bed and accessible "Is my bitch ready to be fucked?" "Yes Mistress, your bitch wants to be fucked hard and deep." . She had two nipple clamps with weights attached in her hand, she clipped them on my nipples , gave them a tap to start them swinging , got on her knees behind me , give my ass a few hard slaps and pushed the dido in my cunt not fast, but in one push she give me all of it . I let my breath out and moaned. She started humping me while playing with my clit. The weights on the clamps were pulling and moving my nipples in all directions as she was humping me.Slowly, and then faster and faster. The ripples on the dildo were giving me sensations I had never experience before. I was going crazy with this and the sensations in my nipples. I had never experienced anything like this. "Please Mistress, fuck your bitch harder and faster. Make her come till she yells." I moaned and pushed back to meet each of her thrusts, trying to get the dildo deeper. I was sorry I had not chosen a bigger and longer one. I finally could not hold off. I let go and a big orgasm went through me. My whole body was shaking. Mistress did not stop. She kept fucking me and I kept having orgasms. "I am coming, bitch." She took hold of my hips and shoved into me hard and fast a few time before collapsing on my back. After some minutes of rest, "Now slut, do you want your ass fucked?" "Yes Mistress, please fuck my ass. I need my ass fucked and spanked." She did not untie me, but changed the harness. This one had a double ended dildo. It was the same size as the other one but smooth. I also noticed that the end going into her was thicker than the end she was going to use on me. She removed the clamps from my nipples and replaced them with some sort of small bracelets around my breasts. These had buckles to adjust them to size, like a belt. She made them tight around my tits, each one had a length of rope attached , these ropes she attached to each side of the bed , in that way , my tits were stretched and pulled to each side Any movement pulled them hard and it was painful She put bigger clamps on my cunt lips they had fairly heavy weights attached to them they really pulled my cunt lips down, there was again pain , but in my desire to please her, I endured and moaned My breath was coming in gasps . My hips kept moving and rotating it seemed on their own. She pulled the restraints on my wrists and ankles tighter, totally immobilising me. She spanked me again. With the crop I was really enjoying having my ass spanked, a surprise to me. Every time the crop came down. On my ass or thighs, my body jerked and the restraints on my tits pulled them. It was painful, the same with the clamps on my cunt lips the weights were heavy enough to stretch my lips with every jerk. I was not only moaning but also letting little yelps of pain. "That's it bitch feel the pain it will teach you to always obey your Mistress, in the future. This is only for my enjoyment Think about what real punishment would be like if you ever disobey." "I love for my Mistress to spank my ass and cunt and tits if it is her wish." I could hardly talk trough the pleasure and pain. "Don't worry bitch I will oblige you and more." After applying lube to my ass and playing in it with her fingers "Are you ready bitch to get the best ass fucking you ever had?" "Yes Mistress. My ass is yours." "Now this is for my pleasure. As I just told you, I don't care if you come ten times or not at all, bitch. This is not for you, but for me." It hurt a bit when she first penetrated me, but not much. She let me relax a few seconds and started pumping. Every time she pushed in, the bonds to my tits pulled them hard, it hurt. The same with the weights on the cunt lip. They moved and pulled my pussy in all directions. After a while, the pain mixed with the pleasure and increased it many fold. I was not only moaning and pushing back to meet her thrusts, I was screaming with pleasure. I could feel my whole insides spasm. I began to plead with her to fuck my ass harder and faster. I started to get orgasm after orgasm. She fucked me harder and faster. She took hold of my pony tail and pulled it hard as she shoved herself in my ass as deep as she could go. I was on the verge of passing out with coming so much. Then she had a great screaming orgasm herself and collapsed on me. I could feel her shaking all over. This lasted a few minutes, I am sure. "That was great little sister I don't remember anything that good. The play is over. No more Mistress, slut or bitch, for now." "Ok Marge. Thanks, I am surprised I enjoyed it so much." "Time to have a shower. Let me untie you." After the shower, we lay in bed, cuddling and kissing. I was still a bit sore. my ass cunt and tits were tingling . "Will you stay for the week-end Fran or is this just something you wanted to try?" I reached on the night table for the collar and put it back on "I will stay and do all I can to please you, Marge, and more than that. I accept to be your slut and bitch in the future as often as possible. Everything you did to me tonight, I liked and I hope you will take me further into this. I discovered tonight that I am really a submissive and love being used." "You have no idea how much this pleases me Fran. With you it was different. There was an emotional connection that I don't have with other subs. They are just toys to me, but you are more, much more." She had tears in her eyes as she said that. She kissed me with a passion that was surprising to me. With that she spooned me and we fell asleep that way, me with the surprising realisation that no matter what Marge asked or did to me I would accept. I had become her submissive there was no turning back. I realised to my shock but also pleasure. I was to learn a lot more during the remaining two days , I was to met and enjoy the flogger and more. ABOUT THE REST OF THE WEEK-END, I AM CONSIDERING WRITING ABOUT IT AND POSTING IT .