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Carol's Assignation Pt. 01

By: 59PocketRocket



"Home Sweet Home"

Carol moved back to England after her husband wasted the money from the sale of their home in England on a boat, without a thought for her or their family. From now on things will be a bit topsy turvy to how they were before: xmas and summer in England and ten months abroad will become maybe three months, January, May and September abroad, and the rest in England. 

Her new apartment with its sea view is quite sumptuous, two bedrooms with a shared en suite, living room and open plan kitchen/diner. She had even brought her giant poppies back, but did miss her dogs, but not her husband wasteful antics, like Las Vegas stagnights. Plus she had made some great friends in her time abroad, and would still see them for 3 months a year, but now she had to get her life sorted here.

Sex had always been important to her, and she loved the excitement of an encounter, but she had a new found interest, aroused in her by the stories written for her by her long time admirer, which centred on her as the femme fatale dominatrix, and her admirers submission and worship of her in the bedroom. 

She had always been the submissive one in her sexual relationships, but now she found that her most intense orgasms came about when fantasising about having her slave on his knees, his head between her legs, or alternatively, sitting on his face as he worshipped her and she rewarded him with her cunt juice and the aforementioned intense and body wracking orgasms, delivered when he was either licking her clit or tongue fucking her as she masturbated into his waiting mouth.

Her slave was slightly younger than her and although had not had that many sexual partners was an enthusiastic lover, with staying power, which although not as good as The Gardener, her former lover, due to arrive very soon, but was, in her experience, certainly above average. Add to that her control over his release, whereby he had to ask for her permission to come, frequently denied, when she teased him relentlessly, making him fuck her but not come then withdraw and pleasure her repeatedly with his tongue, all added up to a very satisfying distraction from her day to day life.

Her slave visited whenever required and knowing his predilection for cunnilingus and his fetish for stockings and high heels (suspenders optional, she tried not to spoil him), she was pleasured for extended sessions, with candle lit baths, chilled bubbly served from a silver tray as he knelt by the bath and then it was onto the sex, after he had knelt and rolled the sheer black stockings up her perfect slender legs, kissed her feet and put on her choice of high heeled shoes, an dmsemble which made her feel not only sexy and sensual, but powerful, and dominant. 

They soon got into a very mutually satisfying routine; leg worship, tongue worship and orgasm number 1, after which she felt she could relax and then show her creativity as a Mistress. She would order him to stand before her, naked and inspect his shaved scrotum, raking her nails across his balls and then up and down his erection, only 6 inches long, two or three less than she preferred if truth be told, until the veins pulsed and he made those funny little grunting noises, especially when she dug the nails of her free hand into his scrotum, pulling firmly down on his balls, making the skin of his cock head taught and shiny, until the pre cum oozed out.

Depending on how she felt, she might spank his hard cock with a very flexible plastic ruler, not too hard, but firm enough to make it harder, making the veins bulge and pulse, as he stood before her, helpless to do anything but submit to her magnificence, her dominance, her animalistic desires, as she teased him closer and closer towards that elusive orgasm.

She rather liked applying an inch or two of toothpaste behind the glans of his cock,which was sheer torture for her slave, then rubbing his foreskin back and forth, very slowly as the hot/cold feeling pervaded his smooth, shiny, purple cock head.he would only be allowed to come or wash it off once she was completed satisfied sexually. But he was only allowed that on special occasions. 

During a normal session, She liked to wipe the pre cum off his cock head, and either rub it into his glans or onto her nipples, which were then licked and sucked by her slave, before repeating the process until she was ready to be either licked again or fucked.

A session was rarely over before she had come five or six times, the last being given after the obligatory clean up, which consisted of him licking his own come out of her fuck hole and once she was clean, sucking her clit for the final climax, which, more often than not was cataclysmic, explosive and earth shattering which left them both breathless and completely spent.

Todays session began with her slave undressing her and bringing both a cool drink and a hot razor to remove the stubble from her pussy as he knelt before her. 

As she decided what she would wear for the extended session she was planning, her slave ran her bath, then held her hand as she stepped in and once she was relaxed in the warm bubbles, handed her her drink and then played her some new music he had found for her.

Bath over, he held the towel for her as she stood and lovingly dried her glorious body as she dried her hair.

She pointed to the new packet of stockings on the bed and he open it and unwrapped them with a look of sheer reverence on his face. He knelt without her saying a word and began to roll the stocking open but she stopped him and said "Nail polish first slave."

It wasn't something he did often for her but she wanted her nails to be perfect today, not for her slave but for her lover, a re-acquaintance, who was due inside the hour.

One foot done he held it as he gently blew them dry. He then topped up her glass and began on her other foot, again blowing until she was satisfied that he'd done a reasonable job. Then and only then did she stretch out her leg and foot which allowed him to slip the stocking onto her foot and up her leg, repeating it with the other leg, which she then crossed and ordered him to place her red shoes on, saying "You may kiss them slave". She tilted her head to the side, glancing down to his erect cock, nestled in his short cut pubic hair, above his shaven ball sac. She smiled at the fact that throughout the whole process his cock had remained hard, and that he hadn't touched it, oh no, that wasn't allowed until she gave her permission and then uncrossed her legs, spreading her thighs just wide enough for him to get his head between them on her command. She grabbed a handful of fair but greying hair and pulled him towards her cunt. 

As his mouth approached her quim he almost whispered "Please may I pleasure you Mistress."

"You may lick my cunt slave," she replied, and lay back to enjoy his efforts.

He licked her mound, either side if her lips feeling the warmth of her smooth skin, the hardened his tongue and tried to part her outer lips. 

"Lips first," was all she said and he made his tongue flat and wet and licked each lip with a firm, long wet stroke of his tongue, alternating left and right until they parted as her beautiful vagina moistened and dilated as if ready to take a long hard cock. He pressed his tongue flat against both lips and applied pressure to spread them even further, then licked upwards, tasting her cunt juice which was not flowing freely out of her fuck hole, until his tongue sought out her clit, hidden in its fleshy hood. At the first contact with it she moaned in appreciation, and he swirled his tongue around it repeatedly, in both directions, clockwise and anti clockwise as she grabbed a handful of hair and ground his face into her by now soaked crotch. Her first orgasm of the day was very intense, lasting several seconds, and left her gasping for air as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her gorgeous body and made her light headed and unable to move for a good thirty seconds. 

He knew better than to lick her cunt when she got to this stage but licked the come from her perineum as it trickled out of her vagina down towards her lovely arsehole.

She glanced at the clock, and knew she didn't have that much time, but she knew she did have enough time to reward him, which meant a nice firm spanking. She gently pushed him back and said "Good boy, would you like a reward?"

"Yes please Mistress."

"Lie on the bed and put your hands behind your back."

This wasn't a usual position for a spanking, but as he climbed on the bed she threw a large pillow where she wanted him to lie, in order to raise his bottom into a perfect position to deliver his reward. Once he was in place, with his hand by his head, she went to the wardrobe and took out two leather belts and approached him.

Turning back towards the bed she said nothing but took his right hand from up by his head and turning his arm put it in the small of his back, the other followed and she told him to cross his wrists. She decided on the thinner of the two belts and wrapped it around his wrists, pulling it tight, and round again before putting the pin through the eye, fastening his wrists securely behind him. She say on the edge of the bed by his head and told him to look at her. He turned his head and looked up at her.

"You can either receive a long hard spanking now, which will continue until the doorbell rings or a dozen extra hard spanks now and the rest later."

"But why until the doorbell rings Mistress?" asked her slave.

"Because I am expecting a guest, didn't I tell you?" she replied disingenuously.

"No Mistress."

"You didn't think all of this," she swept her hand down from her breasts to her side "is for you do you? I mean, the shaven cunt, the painted toenails, the brand new stockings, my favourite shoes?" He said nothing but she persisted "Well?"

"No, of course not Mistress."

She knew now that he was firmly, ehem, in his place, "So what's it to be? Until the doorbell, or six of the very," she paused dramatically "very best to each of those lovely plump cheeks?"

"So six of the best, doubled or to be saved by the bell?"

Of course he had no idea at what time her guest was expected, but Carol glanced at the clock, the guest was due in 5 minutes, but five minutes could become ten if he was running late, and you can receive a lot of spanks in ten minutes.

Her bedroom was silent, but she broke the tension by saying, rather tersely "Well," accompanied by a hard slap to his left cheek, then "Do not keep me waiting, otherwise you will receive both punishments," followed by an even harder slap to his right cheek.

He gasped and blurted out "Six of the best please Mistress."

She wasted no time in standing up, and without pausing, raised her leg over his head, and shuffling across straddled his back high up on his shoulders. She lowered herself so that he was pinned securely to the bed. She could feel his hair tickling her bottom and reached behind her and grabbed a handful of hair. He knew the next word would be "Count!", and she didn't disappoint.

The first slap landed on his right cheek "One." 

The next on his left "Two."

The next ten were varied but he never received more than three to one cheek consecutively. By the time he gasped "Twelve," his bottom was glowing pink.

"Thank you Mistress, thank you for my reward."

She stood and surveyed her handiwork and let a little "hmmm" escape her lips.

Then she bent over and without ceremony thrust her gorgeous arse into his face.

His tongue darted out to lick whatever he could. She spread her cheeks and backed further into his face. Her slave never expected to be given an extra reward but licked quickly and passionately, acutely aware that the doorbell might ring at any moment and his bliss would end as quickly as it began. She moved slightly forward so that all he could reach with his tongue was her arsehole, but he didn't falter and although very much a novice in that department, knew what was expected of him and licked her bud with long wet strokes of his tongue. She moaned in appreciation, loving his submission and only heard the doorbell when it rang a second time. Carol stood and moved away from her prostrate slave. 

"I will be busy entertaining for a while. However I will require your services a little later." 

She walked towards the door and turned "And of course there's the small matter of the remainder of your reward."

With that she left, closing the door behind her, turning the key in the lock. Her slave lay there his mind frantically trying to imagine what was happening on the other side of the locked door.

Carol walked to the front door and looked through the peephole, you can never be too careful, it would never do to open the door to a stranger almost naked. Partially perhaps, she mused, but dressed only in stockings and high heels, no that would never do.

Her guest stood there, looking around him, dressed in a blue checked shirt and grey combats, wringing his hands as if nervous. She thought "It's been a long time but he's kept himself in good shape." She strightened her hold ups, smoothing then up her shapely legs, she rubbed her finger over her teeth, making sure there was no lipstick on them, took a deep breath then opened the door as he turned and beamed her a smile. Carol stepped back and opened the door further to let him enter. As he stepped inside, she closed the door behind him. He turned and looked her almost naked body up and down, admiring what he saw. 

His hands were grubby, rather than dirty, and he held them out. "Was on a job, I came straight here, hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all, but maybe you'd like to jump into the shower."

"Of course, yes," he said, already unbuttoning his shirt.

Carol walked forward, brushing past him and pushed open the door of the spare room.

It was dark inside, but she stepped in and walked over to the bedside, flicking on a bedside lamp, illuminating the room. The principle colours were red, purple and black, the bedside rug a thick lush red, ideal, she thought, for extended kneeling.

She opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. There was a door at the opposite end which lead to her bedroom. Her breathing quickened in excitement at the thought of her slave being just the other side. She leaned in and turned on the shower, allowing it to heat up as he continued undressing in the hall. As she turned, he was completely naked, standing just inside the bedroom door. 

"Wow, this is sexy, very Fifty Shades," he said.

"Pah" she scoffed "what crap, I have a friend who could write a better book than that."

"Oh? She sounds interesting."

"Not she, he," replied Carol, "he writes me fabulous stories, they just need to be collated and linked together. However, never mind him for now, you need to get cleaned up."

She stepped out, into the bedroom and held her hand to the side, in a mock gesture, as he stepped past her into the bathroom.

She couldn't help herself, even though she promised herself she would be cool and detached. She stopped him by putting her arm across the door. He turned his head and she moved to him, her breasts pressing into his right arm, their mouths coning together in a feverish kiss, which lasted longer than it should have, their tongues entwined for the first time in several years.

He broke the kiss, lowering his mouth to her neck, and grunting "God I've missed you Carol, I'm so glad you came back."

He licked down her neck, along her collar bone and then further down taking her nipple in his mouth, licking, kissing and then sucking it erect, before breaking away in a noisy slurp.

"Shower now!" she chided, and as she slid past him, playfully slapping his bare arse. 

He stepped into the cubicle and she sat on the edge of the bath to watch him as the conversation continued. He soaped his hands and picked up the nail brush, scrubbing his palms clean. The water ran green and brown. Then he soaped his torso and turned his back as his washed down his body, and then his taut arse cheeks, then his legs and feet, before shampooing his short spiky hair and allowing the water to run over his face as he threw his head back, revelling in the warm cascade.

As his back was to her, She slipped off her shoes and pushed the hold ups down her thighs, past her knees and pulled each in turn off her feet, kicked them aside and stepped into the water, surprising him.

"Didn't expect you to join me."

Carol stepped slightly to his right and slipped her hand under his arm, running it over his chest and down to his tummy. As she stepped around him her left hand fell down to his left buttock and she dug her nails in, not too hard at first, as her right hand sought out his penis. 

He was half erect, a lazy semi, and she wrapped her fingers around his thickening, hardening cock, squeezing it appreciatively, feeling it pulse back. She closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder, kissing his upper arm, recalling the times gone by when he had fucked her deep and hard, and since when she hadn't had a cock to match his, in either girth, length or staying power. 

She slid her hand down his cock, down to the hilt, pulling his foreskin right back, then up the length, savouring each of his eight inches, her middle finger struggling to touch her thumb, such was his impressive girth.

She loosened her grip to move her hand, then tightened it again around his cock head and her third and pinky rubbing his glans. At that moment she dug her nails into his cheek hard, as hard as she did earlier with her slave, and his breath caught as he was swamped by pleasure and pain simultaneously.

Carol told him to turn off the shower and as he did she turned him to face her. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss and she pushed her chest into his, her nipples hardening against his torso.

His hands slid down onto her cute little arse and he grabbed her cheeks, pulling her into him, trapping his enormous cock between them. She broke the kiss and stepped back, bending forward and grabbing his cock at the base, peeled his foreskin back before sliding her ruby red lips over the shiny purple head.

"Oh my god Carol, I forgot how good you are at, argh," his words cut short as she sank her teeth into the sensitive stretched foreskin behind the glans. 

She bobbed her head on his cock, taking more and more until it was in her throat and she gagged a little, before withdrawing and repeating the process. Her cunt was already wet and very very hot, (or vice versa) from the earlier worship by her slave, and she wanted, nay needed his cock inside her. 

"Come on," she said hurriedly "lets get dried."

No sooner had Carol said "let's get dried" than she changed her mind: "But for now, just fuck me."

She turned and put her hands on the tiles against the wall leading to her bedroom, with her back to her lover, she blew a kiss towards her slave, who she had left face down on her bed with his hands tied firmly behind him. She arched her back, shoving her cute little arse towards him, and he wanked his cock two, three times just to get it fully hard, rolling his foreskin right back and offering the shiny purple head to her vagina. She was slick and ready, and tried to relax her vaginal muscles to take the thick cock. He fed in an inch and she breathed through her nose, her forehead on the tiles, her breathing deepening as each and every hard thick inch penetrated her hot fuck hole. 

As he approached the hilt, his cropped pubic hair nestling into her buttocks, she felt full and complete. At this moment, what could be better than this? Ok, she conceded, maybe her slaves tongue on her clit right now, concurrent with her lovers cock deep inside her, that might just be better, but how was she going to arrange that? She loved a challenge, especially an X rated one, and vowed to make it happen, if not today then before the end of the month.


Carol's Assignation Pt. 01



He began to stroke his erection in and out, oh fuck she had missed his cock, it was so good, and she knew she would climax before they even got to the bed.

Continued in part 2.



Carol's Assignation Pt. 02



In part 1 Carol has a worship session with her slave, but unbeknown to him she is awaiting the arrival of her former lover, her gardener at her old house before she moved overseas. But now she was back and having expanded her horizons she was determined to expand them sexually. She had had plenty of lovers in her time, all through her marriage, including one night stands and a couple of lovers with ten inch cocks, but none were as obedient as her slave and none had the sheer staying power of her former gardener, who could fuck her for an hour with eight thick inches of cock. In truth, she had the best of both worlds and was determined to enjoy it to the full: 

After five minutes of fucking, it couldn't be called making love, that would be later, she felt her orgasm rising, her left hand strayed down to her clit, which she nipped and rubbed, and then it was upon her. Her head was spinning and she feared she might stumble, but he held her slim hips and continued to pound into her. By now she was getting very vocal, very noisy, such that her slave, beyond the tiled wall, couldn't fail to hear. But far from curbing herself she revelled in the fact that he could hear, could hear her being fucked by another man.

As she came she cried out and grunted through it, all ten seconds of it, a good one even by her, high, standards. The fucking continued, a steady hard shafting and when she could take no more she asked him to stop. With one last very hard deep stroke he sank deep into her and held her tight. She couldn't speak at this point, and with mouth tightly closed, breathed through her nose as the pleasure wracked through her. It wasn't part of the orgasm, this was something else, the next one approaching perhaps, and the hold lasted perhaps a minute. Gradually the lovers composed themselves and he withdrew his cock. She turned and looked down at the slick coated erection. 

The only thought in her head at that moment was "He is going to shoot a lot of cum into me, yummy!"

She stepped past him and took the thick warm towels off the electric towel rail, handed one to him, wrapped the other around her body and walked into the dimly lit spare room, scooping up the discarded stockings as she passed, which she planned to be wearing again very soon.

Carol and her lover dried themselves and she excused herself to go and dry her hair. She took the stockings and shoes with her, stepped out the bedroom and along the hall to her bedroom.

Carol opened her bedroom door, expecting to see her slave face down on the bed. She was surprised to see him standing near the bathroom door. 

"Been spying on me?" She asked, as she closed the door.

"No Mistress, just concerned you were ok."

He approached her and fell to his knees on the thick bedside rug.

"What did you hear?"

"I heard you being fucked, I heard you come Mistress."

"Did you enjoy my orgasm?"

"Yes, of course, Mistress, every one of your orgasms is precious to me," he replied. She ran her fingers through his hair and bent over him.

"Not as much as I did. My knees were shaking, he had to hold me until I composed myself." she whispered in his ear. His cock hardened at her words, his foreskin peeling back over his glans by itself, nestling in a collar, revealing the shiny purple head, with a tiny bubble of pre cum oozing out.

She walked past him and sat on the bed, taking one stocking and slipping it onto her foot, sliding it up her smooth leg, and then repeating it with her other leg. She slid her left foot into the red shoe, fastened it in place, then slipped the right one until it was balanced on her toes.

"Kiss me." she ordered, pointing to her foot. 

His lips dived to her foot, covering it in moist, but not wet, kisses. She allowed him to continue until she was satisfied he was sufficiently reverent, before pulling her foot away and fastening the high heel.

"I suppose you want to know who he is?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Yes please Mistress."

"Do you remember I told you about my regular fuck before I went abroad?"

"The actor?"

"No, the one with the big cock and the staying power."

"Oh!" the surprise registering on his face, his eyebrows raised "the gardener?"

"Yes, him."

"Yes, I remember Mistress."

"I called him and he was very keen to renew our acquaintance."

"I can understand why. You are so gorgeous Mistress."

"Well, I'm glad to say he still seems to think so."

"I hope he pleases you well Mistress."

"If you mean does he still fuck me hard, then the answer is yes. He has a long cock, thick as well."

"Does it fill you Mistress?"

"Oh god yes!, eight thick inches is just about a perfect fit, but I was glad I had been licked beforehand, otherwise I might have struggled at first." 

She rubbed his short spiky hair as she said it, a gesture of thanks at her pre-fuck-cunt-licking.

"Is he leaving now?"

"Of course not, he hasn't come yet. What you heard was just the preamble," She leaned in close: "he is going to fuck me so hard very soon," she whispered, "but first, I need my fuck hole licked out."

His cock bobbed at her words and his breath caught in his throat. She opened her legs and allowed him his first glimpse of her wet fucked cunt but immediately pulled him between her thighs.

"Lick my cunt slave, get me ready for his cock again."

He licked with relish, licked her lips, her shaven mound, then up to her clit, rolling his tongue around it, before she pushed him down.

"Tongue fuck me slave."

The tonguing was good, very good, he made his tongue hard, pushing it into her vagina, and continued until a small cough broke the silence and she opened her eyes. Her lover was stood, naked, erect cock in hand as he slowly stroked it back and forth as he watched her being worshipped by her slave.

"Er hi?" She began "how long have you been watching?"

"A few minutes."

"Like what you see?"

"Of course. Who is he?"

"My slave silly," she chided "that's why his hands are tied behind his back."

"Lucky boy."

"He's a good boy, getting me ready for your cock again."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Well, I suppose so, but I was hoping you could both be. Do you think you'd be into that?"

"By that do you mean sharing you or being like him?"

"And do you want to be like him?"

"Well, if you'd let me know when we were together...you know seeing each other, then..."

The words hung in the air.

"Well, I didn't even know myself that I was into this back then, its been a recent development." She stated.

"Oh I see. Wish I'd had the nerve to mention it to you."

"Mention what to me?"

"That I like to be ...like that."

Carol was stunned at this development, excited but stunned, and quickly thought how she could turn this into something beyond her wildest imagination.

"And what if I told you that I wanted my clit licked..." Her words hung there, only the lapping of her slave and her lovers deep breathing were audible, "while I was being fucked? What would you think of that?"

By now he was breathing deep and hard but said nothing, the slave between her legs stopped licking and looked up at his Mistress.

"Did I tell you to stop licking?" She didn't wait for his reply just took a handful of fair hair and thrust his head back into her cunt. "Well, is that something that would excite you?"

He tried to speak but the words stuck in his dry throat, he coughed, apologised and tried again: 

"Yes, Carol, yes it would."

"And if you were the one sucking my clit while he fucked me? Would that also excite you?"

He had thought that she meant that he would be fucking her, with her slave licking her, although he didn't know how it would be achieved, and stammered a reply, clearly thrown off guard.

"No, I didn't think so...you're clearly not cut off for this at all." she said dismissively.

"Please Carol, please teach me how, I do want to..." He searched for the verb "to..."

"Serve, is the word you're looking for. Serve and worship, please and pleasure, never thinking of your own satisfaction, but always of mine, my total sexual satisfaction. That's what he does." she said as she patted her slave on the head, "do you think you could learn to do that?" 

Carol looked directly at him, as her slave wrapped his tongue around her hard clit. A wave of pleasure washed over her and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose. At the end of the breath, she opened her mouth and expelled the breath, accompanied by a throaty moan of lust, deep, erotic, and the next wave washed over her, throwing her head back, her fingers stretched deep and then into a claw as she grabbed a handful of her slaves hair, forcing his mouth harder onto her cunt.

She opened her eyes and looked at her lover. His cock was rock hard and bobbed in front of him. She wanted it back in her cunt, but her slave was pleasuring her so well that it would have been churlish to deny him the pleasure of making her come.

She reached out to him as he stepped into the room, putting her right hand behind his head, pulling him towards her. He thought she wanted him to kiss her but instead she pushed his mouth down to her nipple. He licked feverishly and she told him to suck it. 

He sucked the lengthening nipple into his mouth. She has very long nipples, when aroused and he nibbled on it gently. 

"Harder!" she extolled and as neither knew who the order was directed to, they both increased the suction on nipple and clit. 

It wasn't long before she was close to coming, her orgasm was intense, very intense and lasted several seconds, wave after wave of sheer bliss collapsed her onto the bed and she was totally incapable of thought, all that mattered was the pleasure the two slaves were giving her. As it began to subside she pushed her slave away from her highly sensitive cunt and lay gasping for breath. His mouth was still on her nipple and she struggled to think on how she could orchestrate the rest of the evening.

Eventually, she composed herself and cupped her lover's cheek, then quite roughly pushed him away. 

The Domme in her took over and she lifted her left foot towards her slaves face. He cradled her foot in his hands and bent his head to the black stocking and red leather straps of her shoe.

He kissed her foot with such devotion, making her smile, as she turned.

"So, now to define how you can serve me."

He bowed his head and took a deep breath, his cock still rock hard, his continuing reaction to her gargantuan climax and her sheer sexuality. He had always loved fucking her and was genuinely broken hearted when she had left the country. But by now the thought of not only fucking her but serving her as well excited him beyond anything he could have thought possible.

Carol looked at him, narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips. She shook her head slowly.

"I don't know what Im going to do with you, I really don't."

His ego took a metaphorical kick in the scrotum, he wanted her to do ANYTHING SHE LIKED with him, but could only whisper "Please," from his rapidly drying mouth.

"Earlier on," she began "when you were fucking me in the shower, and he, " she nodded at her kneeling slave "was listening at the door."

"Yes."

"What if the roles were reversed, and he, or someone else, was fucking me and you were in here, hands bound? Is that something that would have excited you?"

"Yes Miss Carol."

"But if you hadn't come in here to spy on me, he would have been allowed to lick me to orgasm, then I would have come back to you, you would have fucked me, and, eventually, come inside me." 

She glanced down at her slave, his eyes were wide open his mouth still on her stockinged foot, his breathing hard, but ragged, shallow...She held his gaze and continued: "you'd have come in my cunt, and then after you'd left, he," she nodded down at her slave, then looked at the gardener, "would then have licked it out of me."

The gardeners eyes were also wide open in amazement, his pupils dilated.

"So would you have liked to be in his place? Because that's what any slave of mine is required to do," she said matter-of-factly, her eyebrow raised, expecting a prompt answer.

She didn't wait for his reply but went on: "or if I ordered you to kneel and to watch closely as the cum slides out of my cunt, seeing it pool over my arsehole, my tight hole, and then...and only then be allowed to lick it up, lick it clean,and, " she gesticulated again towards her slave "like him, swallow it?"

The room was silent, heavy breathing aside, until Carol said "well, is that what you think a slave does? Because in my bedroom, that is exactly what a slave does...well for starters anyway. I take your silence to mean no, which leaves us with a very strange situation. Do I let you fuck me now? Make him watch and then sit on his face? Or do you really want to be my slave and do everything I tell you to?"

The reply was hesitant, nervous, unsure, which wasn't like him at all, his self confidence rattled, but as the words came out a smile spread over her thin red mouth and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of the times to come.

"Please Miss Carol, please let me be your slave, I want to do all of that, and more, anything and everything you order me to do, please I beg you."

She spread her legs wide and stretched her right foot towards his face, in exactly the way she did with her slave. He took her foot in his hand and bent his head towards it, his lips caressing her stockings his tongue licking either side of the red leather straps. Carol lay back and allowed her two slaves to worship her, thoughts of where the evening was heading flying though her brain, with one word and one word only escaping her lips.

"Cock".

Her new slave looked up, then glanced at her other slave.

"Mistress?" he queried.

"Twenty cock strokes each, one minute of licking me out, one minute of sucking my clit, then the other slave, same drill,no coming without asking permission. After the first round full round, you fuck me and then the other slave licks me. And if the unthinkable happens and one of you comes in me, you lick your own come out of me immediately. The first one to come, then licks the other slaves come out of me, after I eventually allow him to come that is. Do you both understand?"

They fell over themselves to answer, neither had done anything like this before, but the sheer eroticism turned both of them on, the pre cum pooling at their Japs eyes, their hard cocks pulsing with excitement.

She looked at the bedside clock, it was just gone 7. 

"And if neither of you comes before 8, and I come at least 4 times, then we move on to the next stage, and believe me you will BOTH learn something new," she told them. 

"Please Goddess, who do you wish to fuck you first?" Asked her 1st slave.

"You go first, but you," she nodded to the Gardener, "you lick me before that. One minute with your tongue in my fuck hole, one minute on my clit."

Her new slave wasted no time in shuffling into place and dived between her legs, with the other holding her feet wide apart, as her former lover, and newly acquired slave, licked her fuck hole.

Her slave looked over as the clock clicked over and said "1 minute Goddess," and the gardener transferred his tongue to her clit. The minute clicked over and Her slave announced it again. Her lover moved away, whispering his thanks to Carol, as any man would and should, were he allowed to serve such a beautiful sexy lady.

The confusion over what to call each had to be resolved. Carol thought quickly, her original slave was such a cum slut, who loved it when She allowed him to perform clean up duties, that she decided he should be simply Slut. Her new slave, simply, Slave. Sorted. She giggled to herself, and told them of her snap decision.

Slut got between her legs, took his cock in hand, and rubbed it up and down her slit before plunging it into her vagina, her slick hot fuck hole. He fucked her hard and as deep as his mere six inch erection would allow, her Slave holding her feet as Slut had done before, but Slut knew he would have to perform to his very best to come anywhere near pleasing her as much as her new Slave's eight inch plus hard thick cock.

The minute was announced and Slut withdrew his cock, falling to his knees and sliding his slut tongue into her wide hole, lapping up her cunt juice and what little pre cum he had spunked into her. The taste was heavenly and he reluctantly withdrew his tongue as Her slave announced the minute clicking by. His tongue sought out her clit, wrapping it around the hard button, swirling it around inside his lips, then sucking it into his mouth. Carol's breathing quickened and her slut knew she was close to coming. Her slaves voice announcing the minute sounded like a bell in Slut's head and he reluctantly backed off, kissing her clit reverentially as he did, and then stood to take over holding her feet.

Her slaves enormous cock bobbed from his groin, his hairy scrotum large but tight. 

"She'll have those pubes trimmed and shaven before the nights out," thought Slut. 

Her slave slapped his cock on her cunt, getting it extra hard, before thrusting it into her in one stroke, eight inches plus of hard cock which knocked the breath out of her making her gasp as she clutched the sheet by her head. Slut held her legs wide, and was sure Her Slave had given her more than twenty strokes but didn't know what to do, thinking quickly he thought he would just announce the minute clicking over. However before that occurred, Carol clutched Her Slave's hair and cried out as her orgasm began. It seemed to go on and on until the minute clicked over, and slut announced it and expected her Slave to withdraw his cock, but he didn't.

Carol, of course, noticed.

"And what do you think you are doing slut?" momentarily forgetting their new names.

Her slave gasped and blurted out "Please, please Carol", intimating that he wanted to come.

"Certainly not, on your knees now or get out of my house."

He stopped fucking her and fell to his knees, his tongue sliding between her puffed and engorged lips and into her vagina, prolonging her orgasm. The minute clicked over, barely 50 seconds since he stopped fucking her, but as slut announced it, he obediently withdrew his tongue and licked her clit. 

Carol was in heaven, as wave after wave of her pleasure crashed over the three of them. 

Her slaves continued to please her for an hour. It was slut's turn to fuck her next but she said she wanted her new slaves cock again, which was hardly surprising, the twenty strokes pinning her hips to the bed. He contained himself this time and withdrew to lick her, forgetting her order about changing the order of things. 

The two minutes were announced and as Her slave shuffled to his left slut got to his knees licking her lips savouring her cum, licking her out again, hoping that once the minute clicked over, he would be able to make her come.

He wasn't to be disappointed, she gave him her orgasm, the most precious gift he could ever hope to receive, about half way through his clit licking minute, which continued until Her Slave announced his minute was up. 

Slut knew it was his turn to fuck her and stood and put her legs on his chest her feet either side of her head in the deep stick position, then fucked her hard, determined to stay in her for the minute, which passed far too quickly.

"That was more than twenty strokes Slut" she chided him.

"Please accept my apologies Goddess" he begged as he kissed her ankles either side of his face.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson," announced Carol. 

He slipped out of her and knelt before her. 

"Go and fetch my dirty knickers from yesterday, the black lace ones."

He hurried off and when he returned saw Her new slave on his knees, head between her legs, continuing the worship ritual. He stood with the black panties in his hand and couldn't help but bring them to his nose as Her slave made her come on his tongue, the minute count seemingly discarded.




Carol's Assignation Pt. 02



Carol composed herself and held out her hand for the knickers. she ordered her slave to stand and then rubbed the black lace knickers into her wet cunt then, locating the gusset, rubbed it over Her slave's cock head, absorbing his pre cum, mixing it with her cum. She rubbed the lace roughly around his glans, making him whimper, until she was satisfied they were damp enough. Then she put her knees together and crooked her finger at slut.

"Over my knee."

He placed himself in the usual position with his head to her left, but instead of the usual order to count the spanks, she told Her slave to count them. 

"Every slave must be spanked regularly, it will be your turn next, but we don't want to disturb the neighbours." 

She grabbed a handful of Slut's hair forcing his head back and as his lips parted shoved the cum laden knickers into his mouth.

The twelve strokes were delivered to his bare bottom, making his cheeks pink and tender.

"Well done slut," she said to neither in particular. She took the knickers out of her slaves mouth and, between breaths, thanked his Mistress for his reward.

"And now for the next part of today lesson," announced Carol. 

"Remember, I require total submission from you both."

Each replied "yes of course Mistress".

To be continued part 3.



Carol's Assignation Pt. 03



If you've read parts 1 & 2 you will know that Carol has introduced her lover to her slave and the former confessed his desire to serve her. She decides to test his resolve by demonstrating various sex techniques and practices she requires him to learn. Also, having two slaves to control means she can expand her sexual horizons.

In this part Miss Carol introduces her two slaves to some new practices which they must carry out without hesitating, in order to demonstrate their devotion to her. 




Carol removed the cum covered black lace knickers from Sluts mouth, and he moved to get up off her knee. 

"Stay where you are, I'm not quite finished with you."

"Yes, Goddess," replied Slut.

She looked up at Slave: "do you fantasise about being spanked?"

"Yes Miss."

"Since you became a man, have you being spanked, in the way I just spanked him?"

"No Miss."

"And would you like to be?"

He hesitated and Carol turned to her left, picked up the flexible plastic ruler and laid one hard slap to his bottom. He jumped and yelped.

"Hesitation is always punished in my house."

"Yes, Miss."

"Is that yes you would like to be spanked?"

"Yes, yes please Miss Carol."

"Very well, but first he needs a further lesson and a further spanking. I want you both to listen; I have a particular wish and you two slaves are going to grant that wish, do you understand?"

Both answered "yes Miss", "yes Goddess".

"I am not a fan of gagging, but I don't want the neighbours to know my business. The knickers with the cum are, well, adequate, but I want to try something else. Slave" she spoke to her new sub, "pull back your foreskin. I want your cock nice and hard for when you fuck me."

He pulled the foreskin back but she told him to hold it down near the hilt. He did so and the purple cock head became shiny and hard.

"This slut has become accustomed to licking his own cum from my cunt, but" she pulled Sluts hair back forcing him to look up at her and her new Slave standing in front of him "I want him to learn something new, and I can't think of a better time than when he's being spanked."

She looked directly at Slut: "do you want to be taught how to suck cock, Slut?"

"No Mistress."

"Very well" said Carol matter of factly. "Put the head of your cock in his mouth Slave."

"But he said he didn't want to!" protested Slave.

Carol laughed, a loud throaty laugh.

"He and you" she slapped the plastic ruler on his exposed cock head, making him wince in pain, "are slaves in this house. You do not get to choose what you do and do not do to please me. I choose what you do to please me, to satisfy me, to amuse me. Do you understand Slave?"

"Yes Miss Carol."

"And if you understand then why is your cock not in his mouth?", the plastic rule came down on his cock, just behind the head, catching the exposed glans and stretched foreskin. The blow was much harder than the previous and he gasped and clutched his groin, and doubled up but kept his feet.

Carol raised her eyebrow as if to say she was not amused.

"Like I thought, you plainly aren't ready for this", she waved her hand holding the rule like a magic wand, "get dressed and get out, while I discipline this slave." the rule came down across Sluts bottom and he whimpered but remembered his manners enough to almost whisper 

"Thirteen, thank you Goddess."

"You see, he remembered his place," as she caressed Slut's pink flushed buttocks with her other hand. "If I need you to fuck me then maybe I'll call, but probably not."

Slave sank to his knees, his lips went straight to her stockinged foot.

"Please, I beg you Miss Carol please don't throw me out, its just that...."

She cut him off: "Just that you are wilful, disobedient, selfish and downright fucking hopeless as a slave, isn't that right?"

Slut thought she was addressing him and said "yes Goddess."

She swiped his bottom with her right hand and her left hung by her side, idly tapping her Slave on his head.

"Silence, Slut."

The begging continued between the kisses he lavished on her foot.

"Please Miss Carol, I will put my cock in his mouth, please allow me to stay."

"On your feet."

He stood and she aimed a backhand at his cock catching the head, now partly covered by his foreskin and he flinched, clutching his groin. 

"You have one minute to get it hard."

He took hold of his cock and began to masturbate, his erection growing until it was semi hard, at which point she ordered him to pull his foreskin right back.

"Now put it in his mouth," she said as she dragged Sluts hair back his mouth opening wide, his tongue protruding between his lips.

The growing hardening cock touched his tongue and Sluts lips wrapped around it. Within seconds it swelled to its full potential and she told him to put a little more in, until the entire head was in his hot mouth. 

"Thats quite enough, for now, at least. Now count his spanks."

The spanking resumed and Slave counted each as it landed, Slut moaning around his hard cock head. The count reached twenty four and both subs were moaning with, respectively pain and pleasure. Carol was, by now, very turned on, the scenario was one she had read about when Slut had sent her BDSM stories, but now it was happening right over her knee, right in front of her, and her already wet cunt was dripping juice, she could feel it running down onto her arsehole and made a mental note to make one of them lick it off her brown ring.

She thought of how she could end this scene and her faced beamed a sadistic smile as the idea formed. She raised the rule and lashed it down onto Slave shaft, god knows there was plenty to aim at, saying "Enough! You two boys are enjoying this too much!"

She pulled Sluts hair and slaves enormous cock slipped from his mouth, dripping with saliva.

"On your feet, Slut." she ordered him. 

As he stood she noticed his cock was still hard, then glanced at Slave, who was holding his softening cock. 

"On your knees Slave" she ordered, "open your mouth, time for your lesson."

He fell to his knees by her side and she reached out for Sluts cock, pulling it and guiding him towards her new Slave. She gripped his cock near the base, the foreskin pulled back and as it approached Slaves mouth she saw a bubble of pre cum form at the Jap's eye, and as it spread over his tongue a little shiver went down her spine. 

As her Slut's cock was somewhat smaller she fed more of it onto his tongue, then told him to suck it. She took hold if a handful of his short hair and encouraged him to bob on the cock. Slut moaned as his cock was sucked, admittedly not to Carol's expert level, but hey, a blow jobs a blow job.....

After a couple of minutes She decided that they were having far too much fun and grabbed Sluts scrotum, pulling his testicles down in the palm of her hand, and then sank her long red nails in behind them until he gasped, breathing heavily.

"Enough! On your knees Slut."

His cock slipped from Slaves mouth and Slut sank to his knees as Carol grabbed his hair pulling him towards her cunt as he shuffled between her open thighs.

"Rim me." was the simple command and Slut spread her slim buttocks, his tongue seeking out her wet brown hole, saturated as it was by her cunt juice.

He licked her juice up, savouring its muskness, as he breathed in her beautiful smell.

She gave her Slave a minute to compose himself and then said "Have you learnt anything today?"

"Yes Miss Carol."

"And what was that?"

"I learnt to suck cock, Miss Carol."

"No, slave, you learnt to obey me. Implicit obedience was todays lesson, now get your cock hard, I want to be fucked now,and you," she grabbed Sluts hair, "you are going to learn how to lick my cunt while I am being fucked by his eight inch cock."

To be continued in part 4.



Carol's Assignation Pt. 04



In part 3 Carol introduced her two slaves to Enforced Bisexuality, in order to test their obedience, nothing more than that, other than it turned her on immensely to watch one sucking the others erect penis. In this part she begins to train then to both pleasure her at the same time:

Carol stood and directed both of her slaves into position. 'The gardener', her new slave, was told to sit on the bed near the corner of the king size, one leg over the side, the other over the foot of the bed. Carol pushed him onto his back and ordered him to hold his cock vertically. 

She faced him and advanced, but as she reached the bed, turned on her stilettos then thrust out her cute little arse, reaching behind and spreading her cheeks. 

"Do not put it in my arse, if you do it's instant dismissal. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Carol" he replied.

She lowered herself onto his cock. He manoeuvred the head between her moist puffed lips and she hummed a little moan of appreciation as the engorged purple head entered her. She sank down and with little effort took the whole length, all eight inches, into her fuck hole, until his pubis hair nestled into her shave mound. She held it there for several seconds before rocking back and forth for a minute only moving the erection about an inch or so in her vagina which pulsed with pleasure.

She opened her eyes and saw her other slave, who she had named Slut, kneeling about two feet in front of her. She glanced down at his groin, his cock, a mere six inches long, was quivering, or so it seemed. She was glad to see that he wasn't wanking it, which was expressly forbidden unless ordered. She beamed at him, and he returned the smile, which she acknowledged with a conspiratorial wink. 

"Be a good boy Kevin," she said, momentarily forgetting to call him Slut, "and come here and lick my clit."

"Yes Goddess," he replied, shuffling forward.

Carol repositioned her hands so she could lower herself backwards towards Slave's chest, who supported her with his strong calloused hands until her head was almost on his throat. She relaxed and waited for the next wave of pleasure to crash over her. She didn't have long to wait. Slut leaned in between her legs and spread her lips and pursed his lips, kissing her clit hood in appreciation of her beauty and sheer dominance over him. He opened his lips and pushed his tongue out, keeping it soft until he got it under her clit hood. At the first swirl she moaned, her and coming up to the back of his head, patting him in appreciation before grabbing a handful and forcing his mouth harder into her cunt.

He knew he was being rewarded and was determined to make her come, so that the majority of the pleasure came from his tongue, rather than from the throbbing eight inch erection inside her.

She turned her head towards Slave's face and told him to fuck her. He pulled his hips back, withdrawing perhaps two or three inches of cock, then thrusting it back into her. 

"Good boys. The one who makes me come the hardest will have his cock sucked," she teased them "by the other slave, of course!" She licked her lips and allowed a wicked to escape her mouth, then bit her bottom lip as a huge wave of pleasure broke over her hips, forcing the breath out of her as she fought to compose herself.

Her orgasm wasn't long in arriving. She extolled both to "fuck me harder, suck my clit!" but was unable to say much more as the momentous climax engulfed her.

Her legs were shaking, such was the power of her orgasm, and she gently pushed Kevin's head away from her clit. He sat back on his knees and she put her legs together, and her feet onto the carpet before him. He lowered his head to kiss her black stockinged feet, his cock still hard but his focus firmly on Her.

Reluctantly she stood, slaves cock slipped out of her, and it slapped against his lower abdomen, slick with her cum.

"Kneel up Kevin," and turning to her new slave "stand up slave."

She stepped by them both and went to sit in the tub chair in the corner of her bedroom. She crossed her legs and clicked her fingers. Both hurried to kneel before her.

"So now I have to decide who gave me more pleasure, mmmmm."

Neither dare speak and she idly swung her right foot, crossed as it was over her left knee. She allowed it to swing higher until it brushed her slaves scrotum. 

"I think I will have a glass of prosecco, while I decide."

Kevin stood and hurried away to the kitchen, retrieved the bottle from the fridge door, popped the cork and took a flute from the glass cabinet. He thought that when he returned he would be standing, the new slave kneeling so he was in a good position to be the one to get his cock sucked. He returned to the bedroom, with the flute on a small silver tray he had bought her for just such a scenario, that is to say, him serving his Goddess. He entered the room and saw her slave standing in front of his Goddess. His first thought was that she was sucking his cock, but as he moved to the side thus changing the angle he saw that she had his scrotum in the palm of her hand, her red painted fingers pressed lightly into the skin above his heavy testicles. Kevin held out the tray and she took the glass in her left hand, taking it to her lips and then took her slave completely by surprise by sinking the red nails harder into his scrotum. He yelped in pain, and she gripped harder, and took another sip of bubbly.

"Now then, you do not come without my permission. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes Miss Carol," he gasped in pain.

She moved her hand to her right, forcing him to turn to his left. She drained the bubbly and held out the glass for her slave to take. She flexed the fingers of her left hand then swung her hand connecting with his right buttock. He turned further to his left and she let go of his scrotum. He relaxed visibly and was now sideways on to Carol. 

"Come here Slut," she said to Kevin "kneel down here." She pointed down right in front of her slave. "Be a good boy and suck his cock. It's about time you got a mouthful."

"But a mouthful of what?" thought Kevin "cock? Ok, that for sure, but possibly come?"

Carol ran her hand down Slaves cock, pulling his foreskin right back, then guided the engorged purple head into Slut's mouth. As his lips wrapped around it, Slave moaned in ecstasy, and Carol extolled both to "fuck his mouth" and "suck that cock harder, Slut."

It didn't take that long for Slave to gasp that he was coming, and Carol swung her left hand which connected with his arse cheeks. 

"Don't you dare come, you naughty boy."

She let go of his cock and pushed Slut's mouth off it, grabbing his chin and smiling at him seductively. 

"Good boy, Kevin. Remind me to allow you to lick come out of my fuck hole later."

"Yes, Goddess. Thank you."

"However, for nowI think some more fuck-licking is in order. Slave, lie on the bed on your back with your head near the corner."

He clambered onto the bed, and lay diagonally, his head near the bottom left corner, and then Carol stood at the corner, before climbing onto the bed over his head. She knelt above him, her knees either side of his rib cage, her shins over his shoulders. She held herself in position and called Kevin to her side. 

"Get your cock hard, and as soon as his tongue is in my cunt I want you to push past it and give me all of your cock. do you understand?"

"Yes, of course Goddess." he replied.

Carol looked down at her slave, prostrate under her, and warned him not to wank while he was licking her. Then she asked if he was ready for her to sit on his face. He opened his mouth to reply but she didn't wait, wanting to catch him unawares, and sat straight down onto his mouth. The intended reply was muffled in both ways. His tongue sought out her vagina, slipping between her puffed lips, the beautiful cunt juice running freely over his taste buds. But no sooner had his tongue entered her than Slut aimed his hard six inches and drove it into her cunt, over Slave's tongue, deeper into her and all three gasped in the sheer pleasure they were all feeling at that moment.

Carol told her Slave to lick her clit, and then told Kevin to fuck her hard, but not to come without asking for her permission, which is standard in her bedroom.

Both began their assault, it could not be called anything else, on her cunt: Slave sucked and licked her clit, rolling it around his lip, sucking it hard into his mouth, while Kevin shafted her, slamming into her cunt with every inch he could muster, until his orgasm began to rise, far foo quickly than he would have liked and he had to withdraw before he came in her cunt, without even asking for, never mind receiving, her permission.

Kevin staggered backwards, his wet cock dripping with her come and fell to his knees behind her.

He immediately put his tongue into her cunt, licking almost frantically before making his tongue hard and long and plunging it between her lips, tongue fucking her, his head slamming into her cut slim arse cheeks.

Carol managed to compose herself and sat up on Slave's face, forcing Kevin's tongue out of her.

Slave licked at her fuck hole, savouring her come and the ore cum of her Slut.

"Come here Slut," she ordered. Kevin went to her side and Carol took him by the hair, pushing his mouth down to her right nipple. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue. It was already hard but lengthened considerably in his mouth. 

"Rub my clit. Make me come on his tongue," she ordered him.

Kevin knelt beside her, one knee on the bed his other foot on the carpet, his index and middle fingers of his right hand rubbing her clit methodically but with only light pressure, heightening her pleasure but ensuring her climax rose slowly and surely, building and building, making it difficult for her to breathe, her body wracked by wave upon wave of pleasure from fingers and of course her Slave's hot wet tongue.

"Has your come gone down Slut?" She asked him. 

He released her nipple from his mouth and replied "Yes Goddess, my apologies for almost coming without your permission."

"You are such a bad boy Slut, I'm going to spank your cock later."

Kevin knelt beside her, one knee on the bed his other foot on the carpet, his index and middle fingers of his right hand rubbing her clit methodically but with only light pressure, heightening her pleasure but ensuring her climax rose slowly and surely, building and building, making it difficult for her to breathe, her body wracked by wave upon wave of pleasure from fingers and of course her Slave's hot wet tongue.

"Has your come gone down Slut?" She asked him. 

He released her nipple from his mouth and replied "Yes Goddess, my apologies for almost coming without your permission."

"You are such a bad boy Slut, I'm going to spank your cock later."

Kevin fully expected, after she had asked him if his spunk had gone down, that she would order him to fuck her while her slave sucked her clit, but she surprised him by drawing him in close, kissing him deeply and passionately then telling him: "but I want a big hard cock in my cunt, and this," she idly flicked her slaves hard eight inches, "is so much bigger, longer, thicker and harder than yours, isn't it Slut?"

He had to agree that it was, but he knew that as much as she thought his mere six inches was a pretty cock, her words " a very pretty cock", that what she wanted, and what she needed to satisfy her was her Slave's eight thick inches. He glanced down at the gardeners cock, my God it was big, fucking enormous actually, but not the biggest she had had by some two inches, and he knew that he didn't have a leg to stand on were he to argue that he could please her without her having to resort to taking additional lovers, not that he would ever argue when it came to Carol's sex life: she knew what she wanted and woe betide any man, her husband included, who stood between her and a multiple orgasm and a cunt full of hot thick cum.

She started to get up off the bed and off her slave's face.

"Swap places, I need his big cock and your slut tongue."

They scrambled to get in position, with Kevin lying on his back, and Carol climbed on top of him and sat on his face. She half turned and told Slave to fuck her. He rubbed his cock head around her fuck hole, rubbing it over Slut's tongue as he did and then pushed past his tongue and straight into her cunt. 

Carol gasped and sighed with relief as Kevin's tongue sought her clit. 

"Now fuck me hard and fast, and don't forget to ask for permission to come." 

The shafting began, his cock sinking all the way into her then withdrawing all but the head, before slamming it back in. Suffice to say after everything that they had done this evening he didn't last too long, ten minutes at the most, which, given that he used to fuck her for the best part of an hour when the were together before she emigrated, was quite a quick fuck for him.

As his orgasm began to rise he said "P-please may I come Miss Carol, I'm very close, oh god."

Kevin thought that she was bound to deny him and allowed himself a secret smile, but was surprised when she said "You better make sure it's every drop of cum in those balls, or else you'll be licking it out of me," she said, the true Domme in her expressing itself.

From Slut's position he saw his cock quiver and his balls contract as her Slave shot string after string of his cum into her fuck hole. His orgasm lasted several seconds before his cock began to soften and he slipped out of her. 

Kevin continued to lick her clit while looking at her fuck hole, dilated and hot and sticky, he could smell her cunt juice and his cum, and as soon as Carol had composed herself she sat up, moving slightly forward, positioning her cunt directly over his Slut mouth. 

"Lick me clean, Slut. I want every drop down your throat and then, you make make me come."

Her Slave had slumped to his knees behind her and watched as Kevin licked his cum out of her fuck hole, then leaned forward and planted kisses all over her cut little bottom.

"Rim me Slave," she ordered him, and he spread her cheeks, pushing his tongue between them and allowing his saliva to pool in his mouth before lavishing her brown ring with long wet licks.

The tongue worship by both continued for several minutes, with Carol both praising them and berating them as "Such fucking Sluts, the pair of you. I need to find a man with a big cock to fuck your mouths before he bends me over and fucks me from behind. Then you two can lick his cum out of me while he watches. I bet you'd both love to do that, wouldn't you?"

Kevin moaned a muffled "yes Goddess," but Slave was slow to respond.

"Answer me, Slave!" she snapped at him. He murmured in reply, but Carol knew she was going to have to take his training slowly if he was going to progress to where she wanted him, and that was as her total and complete bedroom slave, as obedient as Kevin but with a longer, harder, thicker cock with better stamina and more spunk in his big balls. She made a mental note to order him to shave his balls before their next session. Her fingers went to her clit and she began to masturbate herself as her slaves licked her cunt and arse, and her orgasm, her third or was it fourth of the evening began to rise, her breathing quickening, her face flushing, and them it crashed over her, her head spinning, her shoulders shaking, spasm after spasm of pleasure coursing through her, and she shrieked once, twice, three times before reaching down and grabbing her Slut's chin, forcing him to stop licking as she simply could not take any more.

The timing couldn't have been better, as the phone rang and she clicked her fingers and the gardener scrambled to get the handset.

She clicked the green button, trying desperately to compose herself; "Hello, yes, oh hello darling! So nice to hear from you Dawn. Yes of course I've got time to talk. Yes I am a little out of breath, just trying to stay in shape."

The conversation continued as her Slut licked the cum as it dropped out of her cunt.

"No, I insist, come round here and we'll have some wine and get it out of your system. What a bastard he is! What you need is a good hard shag! Ha! Come round and we'll plan our evening."

She clicked the phone off and climbed off Slut's face, throwing the handset on the bed.

"Go and run the shower darling, my guest will be here in half an hour."

To be continued in part 5.



Carol's Assignation Pt. 05



In part 4 Carol introduced her two male slaves to the maximisation of Her pleasure, by one of them licking her cunt then her clit, as the other one fucked her. 

Their roles are inter-changeable, but the slave with the biggest, hardest and thickest penis is, inevitably, the one who got to fuck her the most. He also had incredible staying power, able to fuck her for half an hour without his spunk rising in his balls, and, of course a lot longer than that once she established her complete control over his, and her other slave's, release. But now, with her slaves taken right to the edge, her friend Dawn has phoned. She wanted to call round for a chat, but once she has left Carol plans to extract more promises, and several more orgasms, from her slaves.

Oh, and She also introduced them to Enforced Bisexuality, which both excited and amused her immensely.

Carol went into the bathroom with her new slave, her former gardener; she needed a quick shower before Dawn arrived and her bedroom must reek of sex. Her other slave, Kevin was told to prep some snacks and drinks, which inevitably meant prosecco and nibbles. He wasn't a bad cook, so hopefully between them this coming summer one could grow her something and the other cook it.

As she kicked off her shoes and slipped the hold ups down her legs, She called slave to remove them from her feet. She found herself thinking that her names for her slaves weren't really working; Slave and Slut, maybe She just needed to call them by their best attributes,

"Yes, that might work", she mused. The gardener had an eight inch penis, so maybe just "cock slave" should be his name. Kevin couldn't compete on that score, he could only muster a mere six inches, not nearly enough for Her tastes, but he was very obedient, quite talented and most enthusiastic when it came to cunnilingus, so maybe he should just be "tongue slave". 

As the newly named Cock slave turned on the shower She was feeling quite pleased with herself, and once Dawn had been and went she could play with the pair of them again. She fantasised about what She would get them to do, but was quite flexible, as long as it ended with each licking the others cum out of her vagina. She smiled at the thought of that, something She had yet to experience but an act She planned on repeating at regular intervals in the future. She had developed a taste for porn showing creampies, and although most were girl on girl, after the guy had come, they never failed to get her off. The thought of both of her slaves eating cum out of her freshly fucked cunt was delicious and made her clit tingle in anticipation. 

She stepped into the warm cascade and cock slaves firm hands caressed her back with a soft fragrant shower cream. Standing as her was behind her he reached around and applied the shower cream to her breast, kneading them and then teasing out her long hard nipples, nipping them hard, exactly how She liked it. 

Her breasts in general and her nipples in particular had always been remarked upon by, .i was going to say, numerous lovers, but when She reads this She might not approve, so 

I will say several lovers, and she loved the effect it had on men, and women come to that, as they felt them lengthen to their touch, or better still, in their hot wet mouths.

Her cock slave's right hand slid down her body, lathering her flank, the left still tweaking her nipple hard. His hands left her momentarily as he applied more shower cream, the coconut one which Kevin loved, which smell he had long associated with her. 

His hand slid over her flesh, her cute arse, down her thighs, then caressed her cunt, his fingers sliding between her lips, one entering her hot and hungry fuck hole. 

She chided him and he withdrew before kneeling and continuing to wash her perfect pins, finishing with her feet. The water cascaded down her body and she was delighted when he bent and kissed her feet in supplication, before looking up and smiling at her, hoping for her approval.

She flicked her fingers in an upward motion and he knelt up. She patted his head, and told him to hand her a bath sheet. He hurried to the towel rail, and taking the last towel, wrapped it around her body as She stepped out, telling him to wash himself then to return to her bedroom.

"Kneel and wait until I require your services," she commanded him. 

He stepped back into the hot water and she opened the door to the bedroom, walking through to the hallway then into the open plan living room,& kitchen where Kevin was just finishing his prep work.

"Almost done?" She asked him. 

"Yes, Goddess." he answered.

"Good. Go and get a quick shower." She said as she turned and headed back to the bedroom.

He finished off and walked to the bedroom, as She was towelling herself off.

"May I do that for you Goddess?" he asked.

"No Kevin," she replied turning to face him as she did, "but what you can do is go in there," she pointed to the bathroom as She let the towel fall to the floor, "and suck his cock. When I come in I expect to see at least half of it in your slut mouth."

He hurried away, leaving the bathroom door open. He stepped into the shower, knelt and told the gardener "Goddess ordered me to suck your cock, we'd better not keep her waiting."

The gardener had his erection in his hand, and angled it downwards until it was horizontal. 

Kevin mouth opened wide and he fed it in, inch by inch. He gagged at a little under four, withdrawing slightly before trying again. 

"Good boys," said Carol behind him, "now Kevin, take my razor, lather him up and shave his balls. Slaves do not have unruly pubic hair in this house, and trim the rest right back."

Five minutes later and the task was done, no nicks, no blood, and Kevin put the razor down, thinking "I knew she'd do that!" 

"All done?" she asked.

"Yes, Goddess." replied Kevin.

""Good. I will now inspect your work while you shower, and make it quick."

The Gardener, her Cock Slave stepped out of the shower and took a previously discarded towel and dried himself off, as Kevin lathered up. The smell of coconut reminded him of first meeting Carol all those years ago, when she wore coconut sun lotion as she sun bathed. His cock stirred and his own shaven balls tingled at the thought.

Two minutes later he turned off the water and used Carol's towel to dry off,before entering the bedroom to find Her sitting on the bed, her slave standing before her, hands behind his back, disappointingly untied he thought, and stepped to the side in order to see past him.

Carol was sucking his cock, and as she saw Kevin she looked him in the eye, holding his gaze before baring her teeth and then raking them down his hard shaft making him groan and the purple veins bulge. She withdrew her mouth, wiping the back of her hand over her lips, saying "and who sucks your cock better, me or this slut?"

"You do Miss Carol" he replied.

She looked at Kevin as she wrapped her lips around the shiny purple head, bobbing six or seven times, declaring. "More practice later for you I think."

She ordered both to kneel at her feet.

"I've decided to re-name you," before telling them their new slave names, asking them to repeat their new names to Her.

Kevin wondered if he would be allowed to fuck her while the Cock slave was around, cock slave being a quite specific title after all.

She directed them to get her some clothes to wear, black underwear and a black dress, no stockings, leaving her feet bare. Then ordering Kevin to go and kneel in the corner of the spare bedroom, and Cock slave to kneel in the corner of her bedroom, she went into the living room, closing the doors behind her.

Within minutes the door bell rang and she went to the door and looked through the spy hole: Dawn stood there, black hair shimmering, her perfect make up spoiled by a tear which had escaped her left eye.

Carol opened the door a d greeted he with an air kiss and a hug, ushering her into the hall, shutting the outside world out, if only for half an hour.

The bubbly was popped, Kevin's canapes offered and they sat as Dawn poured her heart out.

Basically her husband was a shit, more interested in golf than her, and don't even ask about sex! 

All she wanted was a little attention, a glass of cold chardonnay after a hard day in the office, would a foot rub be too fucking much to ask? And a good hard fuck once a week, even if he did have the smallest cock she'd ever seen never mind sucked! They laughed and she relaxed as she unburdened herself on her friend.

In truth, Carol hadn't known her that long, and even though Dawn was a little younger than Carol they had gotten along from day one, meeting on the outside balcony overlooking the sea as they both sipped a cold glass of prosecco.

"Sounds like you need a little distraction" said Carol.

"like a Night out!" Cried Dawn excitedly.

"Well I was thinking more of something more, shall we say, intrinsic."

"What's that mean?" Asked Dawn.

"Perhaps an orgasm...or two," said Carol, a plan hatching in her dirty mind.

"Chance would be a fine thing!"

"Well, I've had two, no three this afternoon already." Replied Carol.

Dawn sat open mouthed. 

"Remember I told you about the guy I had a thing with?"

"Yes, the guy from the east coast."

"That's him. He's called Kevin, but behind closed doors I call him ..." She paused dramatically "tongue slave," before draining her glass. "A top up is required."

Dawn had many questions, too many to recount here, which Carol answered, but the latters one question was more pertinent than all of them: "want to see?"

Of course Dawn did and Carol motioned her to bring her drink. She paused at the spare bedroom door. "Once I open it, there's no going back, and you must promise not to speak a word of 

this to anyone."

"I promise." Replied Dawn , rIsing two fingers to her temple in mock salute.

"I mean it Dawn. If you do then you and I will have a serious falling out." Warned Carol.

"Ok, I get it, now open the fucking door."

Carol opened the door to the dimly lit room, with its black and red decor, and walked inside.

"Whats he doing? " asked Dawn.

"Kneeling, waiting for me to use him." stated Carol.

"Fuck, thats horny. You mean he does whatever you want?"

"Of course, without a thought for his own pleasure. Mine to command."

Kevin was breathing hard now, he'd never even met Dawn, although Carol had told him she was, for her age, really quite gorgeous and curvaceous.

"I need to get me one of those." Laughed Dawn.

"You could always try mine out, see if you like it, the Domination I mean."

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? It's only a bit of cunt licking after all!" Said Carol with a laugh. 

"And him, would he do it?"

"Of course silly, he's my slave. He does as I command, otherwise he can fuck off back to the east coast."

They laughed together.

"Oh, are you wearing stockings?" Asked Carol.

"No, tights." Replied Dawn.

"Well this slave always works better whenever I wear stockings, its his fetish. You get undressed and I'll get you some." You traced the back of her finger down Dawn's cheek. "With your colouring, black I think."

Carol stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and then through to the main bedroom, opened her lingerie drawer, selecting a pair of plain black holdups, hand washed by Kevin only yesterday, after he had lucked his spunk of them of course.

He returned without so much as a glance at her cock Slave, closing the door as she left.

Dawn was still wearing her underwear, a tasteful black and silver platform bra, which pushed her tits up and matching knickers, with a full arse of sheer black gauze like material.

"Leave them on, he can remove them later," handing her the stockings, "and put hour shoes back on, it enhances the effect somewhat."

Dawn sat on the bed, and pulled the stockings up her calves, smoothing them out over her thighs. 

"Do you shave?"

"Yes."

"Everything?"

"Thin landing strip."

"Good." Before clicking her fingers, at which her slave jumped, and then stood, turned and walked to Carol, kneeling once more at her feet.

"I'd like you to meet my slave, I call him tongue slave, but please you call him slave. This is my friend Dawn."

Tongue slave turned and bowed to Dawn.

"Hello Miss Dawn, its a pleasure to meet you."

"He's very well mannered."

"He'd better be, unless he wants this" Carol idly pointed her red painted toes at his genitals, catching his cock with the gentlest of kicks, "spanking."

She turned her head to Dawn and smiled wickedly.

"Oh fuck." Was all Dawn could say.

"And now. Dawn requires her cunt licking, and when she's allowed you to make her come, bring her next door."

Her slaves eyes flashed, the penny dropping as he realised that once he had made her come, she was going into Carol bedroom where her well endowed cock slave knelt.

"And do not fuck her. She needs her cunt licking," and turned to Dawn as she continued, "and arsehole rimmed, if you're into that Dawn darling."

"Used to love it, but its been a while, a long long while."

"Well enjoy it, just make sure you come on his tongue."

She patted Kevin on the head. "Get that tongue to work, and if I hear one word of complaint you'll be getting a cock spanking later."

She turned and went into the hall, closing the door quietly behind her. 

To be continued in pt 6.



Carol's Assignation Pt. 06



In part 5 Carol had invited her friend to join her from drinks, ostensibly for Dawn to unburden herself re her husband's failure to stay off the golf course, and to basically spend more time fucking her.

Carol knew that Dawn needed to get past the need for some hot sex and after explaining her relationship with Kevin, invited her to sample her slaves tongue. 

Once the little matter of Dawn coming on Kevin's tongue had been dealt with, then the fun and games could begin.

As the door closed Kevin bent and picked up Dawns black patent leather shoe, placing it on her foot, before kissing the black stockinged ankle and down to the upper of the shoe, before repeating the process.

"I...I've never done anything like this before Kevin."

"It's fine Miss Dawn, and please call me slave, otherwise Goddess might be angry with me."

"Goddess? Is that her title?"

"She allows me to call her that when I worship her."

"How often is that?"

"Every day"

"And by worship you mean licking her."

"Yes, and fucking her if I've been a good slave. Now may we get on Miss Dawn?"

"Yes, yes. What do I do?" She asked.

"Well you lie back and relax and hopefully come on my tongue." He reached for the waistband of her black knickers as she leaned back on her elbows, eager to watch him.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the gusset, breathing in her musk, then licking her mound with his broad wet tongue."

He pushed his tongue into the side if her gusset, teasing her momentarily, before pulling the knickers down. She automatically lifted her bottom to assist in their removal, pulling them over one foot, leaving then hanging rather sluttishly on one ankle.

He spread her legs and kissed the inside of her her thighs between the stockings and her mound, then dragging a very wet tongue over her cunt lips, tucked neatly away, then turned his head, made his tongue hard, licking faster up and down her slit. He used his thumbs to open her up, her vagina dilating slightly as he did so, just enough to plunge his long hard tongue into her. She grabbed him by the hair with one hand, the other frantically grabbing the counterpane by her side, gasping at the feeling of having a tongue in her tight under used fuck hole.

"Thank you," it was Kevin who spoke, "thank you for allowing me the honour of serving you Miss Dawn."

He gave an involuntary shiver as she said "Shut up and lick my cunt," almost forgetting to add "slave." 

His tongue plunged back into her as he lifted her legs right up so that she was almost bent double. He softened his tongue, then licked from her fuck hole up to her clit hood in one motion. Hardening it again to seek out her bud, locating it, noting it was smaller than Carol's before sucking it into his mouth then rubbing his tongue across it, between his lips, turning his head so he could lash his tongue left and right, faster and faster, varying it with sucking it, then licking down to taste her cunt juice again. 

She moaned as every variation, her orgasm building and building, extolling him to "suck me Kevin!" forgetting to call him slave, until she was gasping for air, bucking her hips into his face, grinding her cunt onto his mouth. Kevin slipped two fingers into her, finger fucking her now sopping wet hole.

When it arrived, her orgasm was loud, long and very noisy, to the point of violent, she was definitely a screamer this one.

It must have lasted 15 seconds or more before she gasped and pushed his head away, unable to take any more pleasure.

"Fucking hell," thought Kevin, "if Carol is planning to have her fuck-licked she'll be climbing the fucking walls!" so much for not disturbing the neighbours! It was a good job the spare room didn't share a party wall or the middle aged guy next door would have been masturbating furiously by now.

He knelt between her legs as she rested. He smelt his two fingers, a rich musky aroma, different from Carol, but nevertheless very nice. Should he ask permission to lick his fingers?

He decided he should, but she said "no, lick my come off my arsehole instead."

He bent his head back, spreading her cheeks, much fatter than Carol's skinny little but gorgeous arse, her cunt juice was flowing out of her, more than a trickle that's for sure, across her perineum, which he licked first, then her brown starfish (anal bleaching is not popular where she lives), until she told him to stop.

He backed away and stood, holding out his hand to help her up.

"Goddess said to take you into her bedroom."

She held his hand as they entered the hall, her dressed in black and silver bra, black hold ups and black patent leather shoes, Him, of course naked, his cock hard and throbbing in front of him.

She stopped at the hall mirror to check her hair. 

"Be a good boy and fetch my handbag."

He scurried off into the living room, and returned with it. She put it on the telephone table under the mirror and fixed her make up. Her hair definitely had that just fucked look, which was ironic as she hadn't been...YET! But she looked gorgeous, very pretty, raven hair cascading onto her shoulders, large natural breasts, a lovely sweep to her hips, full plump but not fat bottom, and very shapely legs. Kevin wondered what she would look like with an eight inch cock in her, it wouldn't be long before he found out. She handed her handbag back to him and he returned it to the living room.

She held out her hand and he took it, escorting her to the closed bedroom door.

He paused and knocked, not hearing a reply he took a chance, turned the handle and ushered her through. 

Carol was lying prostrate on the bed, her arse near the foot, her legs bent. She was wearing the black lace top stockings, red Agent Provocateur suspender belt holding them up, the exact lingerie Kevin had bought her the previous week but which she had not worn for him yet. Red high heel shoes completed the ensemble. 👠💥

Dawn's breath caught in her throat not because of how she was dressed but at the shock of seeing a man kneeling between her legs, licking her cunt.

😛

She turned to go but Kevin held onto her hand.

"She wants you to watch, please stay."

"But they're having sex, it's private."

"Sex is not private in Carol's house, we all watch each other, its ok," he re-assured her.

"Who is he?"

"Her slave."

Her eyes were wide open in astonishment, she was speechless.

"How many does she have for God's sake?" she laughed.

"Just us two."

Kevin changed hands, holding her left in his left and slipped his right arm around her waist, and leaned in to her kissing her shoulder, which he was able to look over hoping to catch Carol's eye.

Carol enjoyed her slave's ministrations for a minute as Kevin slipped his hand off Dawn's waist, caressing her thigh, then her plump arse cheeks, slipping his fingers underneath spreading her lips with index and third fingers, his middle finger slipping into her vagina. He finger fucked her while Carol had her cunt licked.

Carol opened her eyes and looked at them, Kevin winked at her and she nodded, barely perceptible even to him. 

He whispered into Dawns ear: "Goddess wont allow me to fuck you until you've sampled her other slave, but first I have to show her that you're ready for him."

Kevin pulled his finger out of her, stepped in front of her and knelt, gently pushing her back against the door frame. Then he raised her right leg over hjs left shoulder. He craned his head so his mouth could reach her cunt. 

It was then that Carol spoke: "Stand up slave."

The gardener stopped licking and stood, Carol turning him by the hip to face Dawn. 

His eight inch cock was quivering in front of him, pre cum pooled at the opening, foreskin rolled back behind the engorged head. Carol sat up and grabbed his shaven scrotum, pulling down making his erection stand horizontal to his body then released allowing it to rise up to his belly again.

Kevin looked up at Dawn, her eyes were closed as he sucked her tender engorged clit.

As he stopped sucking she looked down at him, opening her eyes.

"Do you want his cock in you?" Kevin asked her.

Dawn looked up and saw the eight inch erection. She let out an involuntary gasp. She had never had a cock that big before, long and thick, slightly bent, but she knew she had to have it in her, despite Kevin being the one who had licked her to orgasm. 

"Yes, but what about you?"

"Goddess has other plans for me."

He shuffled to the side and turned to face Carol and her cock slave.

"Sit on the bed, slave," she told the gardener, "near the edge, and lie back."

He did as he was told and Kevin stood and took Dawn's hand and they crossed the room to the bed. 

Carol was sat next to her slave and she crooked her finger at Dawn.

"Uh-huh,reverse cowgirl first," as Dawn shuffled into position. Kevin stood in front of her and she smiled self consciously at him. He took her hands and lowered her down onto the slaves groin.

Carol reached between her legs taking the monster cock in her hand, aiming it towards her slit.

"Help me slut," said Carol. Kevin knelt and reached between her legs spreading her lips as his cock head nuzzled into her duck hole. 

Dawn, having let go of Kevin's right hand reached down to steady herself as the enormous cock head penetrated her vagina, the glans slipping past her inner lips, making her gasp in pleasure. She threw her head back and expelled a long "fuuuck!"

She gave in, forcing her arse down onto his cropped pubes, taking the entire length info her fuck hole until he was in her to the hilt. Kevin put his hands behind her knees lifting her legs high and wide, forcing her to lie back against his chest. 

Carol rubbed her cunt lips, wetting her fingers with the copious cunt juice, spreading them, then rubbing across her clit, at which Dawn moaned loudly. The cock slave began to buck beneath her, stroking his cock in and out about four or fives inches. 

"Get your tongue to work Slut" she ordered Kevin, and he shuffled in, leaning forward, kissing Carol's hand as he passed, and planted his tongue directly onto Dawns exposed clit.

She juddered at his touch and Carol leaned behind her undoing her bra catch, freeing her breasts, before leaning in to suck her right nipple, and tweak the left simultaneously.

It didn't take long for her to come, and this, her second, was even more powerful than her first, lasting nearly twenty seconds and accompanied by gasps, cries, plenty of "fucks!"s and more "oh Gods" than a convent on confession day, just after the cucumbers have been picked.

Carol took pity on her, pushing Kevin's head off her, and she just lay like a rag doll, although one impaled on a fucking huge erect penis.

Kevin mouth and tongue were aching and Carol sensed that. It was time for him to rest a while, it wouldn't do go sprain his tongue, which he had said had happened to him once before in the distant past during a marathon fuck-lick session.

Anyway, she needed his tongue for when she had taken a good load of spunk in her cunt, which she estimated would be within the next half hour (maybe even in the next chapter.)

To be continued in part 7.