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Control

By: jewel_GR



It was mid-afternoon as He watched her go about her house cleaning duties. She was nearly automatic, switching from dusting to vacuuming to laundry and cooking, without stopping to think. He was proud of her progress, as he rarely had to punish her. Occasionally, she bristled at His treatment, usually when He became bored and wished to see some action by teasing her. But she was easily controlled as her mind switched back to role as His sub.

The heat stirred in His loins as she crossed the room in her required uniform, leather corset, mini, stockings and garter with thigh-high, fuck-me boots--6 in. heels, of course. Yes, it was a cliché but DAMN if He didn't get off on it. 

She was nearly finished and He decided this was a good time for a session. He stood, walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Come to the bedroom when you are finished, dear." He felt the shivers travel down her body, an effect of His voice that He enjoyed very much. She squeezed him tight and nodded yes.

In the bedroom, He dug through their "toy box," grabbing rope and nipple clamps. He loved to see her tied, completely trusting in whatever He chose to do. Natural submissiveness had extended her limits far beyond what either of them had expected so soon in her training.

He was ready for her when she entered the room and ordered her to strip. She did so immediately, eyeing the equipment He had laid out on the bed. Her heart leaped slightly and sent icy hot fingers of electricity downward to her clit. She undressed quickly as commanded and stood waiting for His next order.

"Come here, precious, and sit," He said, patting the bed. She walked over and sat gently on the edge, automatically crossing her ankles for what was next to come. First, He undressed in front of her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor behind him. Her breath quickened and her juices began to flow. She watched hungrily as He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper, then stepped forward so she could assist. 

Her hands slipped inside and slid around His hips, opening the flaps of his jeans. Staring into His eyes, she pushed downward and slid them to His ankles, leaning forward and kissing His lower abdomen. His manhood twitched, lightly bumping her cheek. She looked up and smiled, then leaned back and awaited His direction.

He knelt in front of her, taking a length of rope and secured her crossed ankles. Another length was placed just below her knees and a third just above that. He helped her into a kneeling position, turning her away from him, then proceeded to secure her arms behind her back--first the wrists, then the elbows. Her body trembled in anticipation as He completed the hog-tie. He could smell her excitement, a soft musk, which pleased him. Next, He applied the clamps to her nipples, making her inhale a ragged breath. 

He told her "Suck my cock, slut, but do not swallow until AFTER I allow You to cum." She knew He was trying to advance her command response and self-control. But it seemed nearly impossible to do as he asked. However, she was determined to please her Master.

Suddenly, He grabbed the hair at the top of her head, pulling upward and back. Leaning forward, He parted her lips with His cock and drove it to the hilt. At first, she was shocked and surprised…then she settled into his rhythm, taking Him as fast or slow as He wished. Her tongue cupped him perfectly and she sucked His long, hard strokes, bringing Him to the edge sooner than He had thought she would. Watching His cock slide in and out of her stretched mouth brought his explosion hard and fast.

Her first instinct was to swallow, but she caught herself in time. He filled her mouth with His seed, and she became fearful that it would be more than she could hold. Finally, He pulled out and finished on her large, heaving breasts, His knees weakening slightly. She moaned in pleasure as He rubbed His cock over her breasts, leaving them wet and smelling of His sex. Then He walked around behind her to untie her binds. As she sat trying not to swallow, her heart beat faster. Soon, she would ebb away from the orgasmic edge she was riding, now, and would have to build back into the moment before she was allowed to swallow. Even the thought made her reflexes want to kick in. 

He untied her legs and elbows, then instructed her to bend her legs up so He could tie her calves to her thighs. She was wet between her legs from the substantial flow of her juices. Knowing she was already uncomfortable, He turned on the heat by running his hand across her sensitive slit. 

Pushing her forward until her cheek, shoulders and tender, clamped nipples pressed into the floor, He slipped His fingers inside her dripping cunt, which caused her to gasp and nearly lose control of what she held. She squirmed and whimpered as He probed her hot hole, over and over, first with two fingers, then three, and finally four. Her cunt tightened around His fingers, indicating that she was about to cum. He then shoved his thumb deep in her ass. She bucked and nearly screamed at the sensation. "Do you want to cum, sub?" He asked, fucking both holes at once. She whimpered and nodded, pleading for permission with her actions. "Alright, cum, little slut, but don't dare swallow until I see that your mouth is still full. Then you must ask permission." 

She nodded and backed into his hand, squirming to fill each hole with everything she could. Her body tightened, then shuddered and bucked as she came hard. He pumped her viciously, prolonging her enjoyment to its max. Her orgasm lasted several minutes before subsiding and leaving her whimpering and limp. As he withdrew his fingers, the flow ran freely down her thighs. He untied her legs and helped her to a kneeling position, then walked around in front of her, taking pride in her control, but still demanding the final step. "Open, dear," he said. 

She opened her mouth to show him she had managed and gurgled "may I swallow please, Master?" He smiled and nodded yes.

Control



It all started about a month ago. My fiancé Sara and I had been living together for over 4 years, but that day she decided to end it. I was depressed about it, but what can you do? If someone doesn't want to be with you, you can't force them to. She went to live at her parents' house until I found a new place to move to. A week later she must have been feeling guilty because she told me the reason why she broke up with me: she had been cheating on me with my best friend. I was obviously pissed off, and I cut myself off from that group of friends entirely. I mean, if they knew about this and didn't tell me, how good of friends were they in the first place?

Well after all of that I was driving home from work one night, and all of a sudden I saw these lights flashing off in the distance. They were close to the ground, and I thought maybe someone had gotten into an accident. I drove toward them to see if I could help out. That was when it happened. The light rose off the ground and sped straight at me unbelievably fast. In a second they were above me.

I looked up and saw a big metal shape that could be only one thing, aliens! I always wondered if there might be life on other planets, but I never thought I'd ever actually see a UFO in person. All of a sudden this blue light beamed down from the spacecraft and totally enveloped my car. Everything just went dead at that moment, my radio, my headlights, the engine died, everything. I felt a slight jolt and realized that my tires were being lifted off the ground. 

Oh my God! I thought, I'm being abducted! It took about five minutes for my car to be pulled up into the alien ship. I was terrified. If you believe most of what you hear about alien abductions, you know that weird experiments and even death can happen during them. When my car stopped moving and I heard the clunk of metal coming together, I got out of my car and looked for someway to get out of this situation.

There was none.

A door started to open across the room. This is it. Well I won't go down without a fight at least. I ran over to the door and prepared to jump on whatever popped out of it. I only made it halfway. For some reason my legs stopped running and I just stood there in the middle of the room. The alien came through the door and I got my first look at it. It really wasn't much different from how humans look. Its head was longer, its body was smaller, and its arms and legs were shorter than what a human's would be, but you could see the resemblance, almost as if they were distant cousins.

"What do you want with me?" I asked nervously.

I merely wish to say "hello" as you humans call it. Do not worry, I will not harm you. The alien had spoken, but its lips weren't moving. I was hearing what it said inside my head.

"You speak telepathically?" It was both a question and a statement.

Yes my people have developed the use of our brains to a fuller degree than our cousins here on Earth. On of my missions here is to help you humans realize the full potential of your mind. You will help me in this.

"Well. Ok I guess. But what can I do to help you?"

Just work with me and I will unlock the power of your brain. Then you will return and help the rest of your people find their own power.

"Sure. After all, what do I have to lose?"

* * *

Three weeks later I was back. The power was incredible. I could see into peoples' minds and read their thoughts. I also found that if I concentrated enough, I could plant commands into them. People would follow the commands, thinking that it was their own idea. After some practicing I could even control whole groups of people.

* * *

My phone rang, waking me up from a light sleep. It was Sara. She wanted to know if she could borrow my stereo for a party she was throwing for the girls on Saturday. "I can bring it over then. Don't worry." A plan was already forming in my head about how to exact punishment on my cheating ex.

* * *

Saturday arrived clear and sunny. Being in the middle of July it was also hot and humid. Sara's party was starting at 4 P.M., but I wanted to be sure that everyone who was supposed to be there was there, so I waited until 5 to show up. As I pulled up the long drive to what used to be our nice house out in the country, Sara came down off the deck and was waiting for me as I pulled over to park in the grass by the cars already there. Sara had her hands on her hips and looked ready to kill. I always thought she looked sexiest mad. She was 23, stood about 5'6", had long blond hair, green eyes, and an almost perfect set of 36 C breasts. She was wearing a two-piece dark green swimsuit that accentuated her blond hair and great chest. I quickly sent her a command to calm down, and be glad to see me. Her expression instantly softened, and as I got out of the car, she even hugged me.

"It's good to see you," she said.

"It's nice to be home," I answered.

"Lets get the stereo set up and you can say hi to the girls."

"Whatever." I had no intention of setting up the stereo, but it was a good cover story. I carried the stereo up to the house and climbed the stairs to the deck. Sitting there chatting were the girls that I used to call friends: Jen, Sara's 20-year-old sister; Gina, 22 years old; Roseanne, 39 but she looked only in her late twenties; and Julia, 23 the same age as Sara and I. Jen was wearing a conservative one-piece black swimsuit that still managed to show off her long legs and smaller 34 B tits. Jen was 5'8", the same height as me, with brown eyes, and had strawberry blond hair. I had always had a secret fantast to fuck Jen, but I was loyal to Sara so I never acted on it. Gina was a small woman. She only stood 5'2" and had 32 A breasts. 

She had brown eyes and was sort of plain looking. The feature that made up for this was her hair. It was brown and very long. It came down to the small of her back and had a natural waviness that made you wand to sit and run your finger through it for hours. She had a cutsie pink and red polka-dotted bikini on. Roseanne was almost twice the age of everyone there, but she acted like she was still in college, and looked like it too. She was 6' even, with blond hair down to her chin line. Her most obvious feature was her chest. She had gotten implants and wasn't afraid to show them off. They measured in at a 36 DD, and were almost popping out of her tiny red bikini. Julia was probably the best looking one of them all. She had natural deep red hair that spiraled down in curls to he shoulders, a 36 C chest, stood at 5'6" and had a face to melt over. She had on a light blue one-piece that had mesh inserted in its midriff. She also had her belly button pierced.

"Is this a good place for the stereo?" I asked getting an eyeful of these gorgeous women.

"Sure. Hook it into that outlet over there," Sara said.

I headed over to the outlet and set the stereo down. Ok, now or never, I thought. I put a command for Roseanne to bump her arm up against her tits to hopefully pop one of them out of that ridiculously small suit. Her arm came up underneath her chest and not only did one pop out, but they both did. Even being fake those tits were good looking. She realized what happened and tried to stuff herself back into her suit, but before she could I sent a command that Gina go over and start to suck on them. As Gina was moving I commanded everyone to watch, but think that nothing was wrong, and to even get aroused themselves. I had Roseanne grab Gina head as it came in and run her fingers through Gina's long hair. Gina was sucking away on one tit and had started to fondle the other with one of her hands. Roseanne stopped playing with Gin's hair long enough to reach behind and undo the top she had popped put of. She then reached over and undid Gina's top, exposing a set of tiny but cute tits. Roseanne started to cup these and play with Gina's nipples.

While this was going on I had Sara and Julia start stripping each other. It was all I could do to restrain myself from joining in and having my way with Julia, but I didn't want to start with her. I had someone else at the head of my list. I told Sara and Julia to continue on this course and I headed over to Jen. Jen whom I had fantasized about since I had noticed she had turned into a woman. I took her hand and lifted her to her feet. I just told her to follow my lead. I kissed her and she kissed back with such passion that it surprised me. She must have been enjoying the show that Gina and Roseanne were putting on. They were in a 69 now, and both of them were moaning loudly. I put my hands on Jen's shoulders and gently pulled down the swimsuit she was wearing. I had to stop halfway through because her breasts enraptured me when I freed them. 

They weren't the biggest or the cutest that I had ever seen, but they were absolutely flawless in my mind. Her nipples were hard and surrounded by areolas that were about an inch in diameter. I couldn't resist, I had to suck on these magnificent tits. I cupped her left tit with my hand and started to lick and suck on her nipple. Then I felt her hand on mine, trying to push it away. Was she resisting my commands somehow? I removed my hand to see what she wanted, but she just put her hand where mine had been. She was offering herself to me! I started to suck even harder, goaded on by her actions. While I was doing this I pulled off the rest of her swimsuit and dropped it down to her ankles. She deftly kicked it away so she wouldn't trip. I reached a hand up between her legs and started to run my fingers over her pussy. She was already starting to get wet I found.

I picked her up and carried her over to a sturdy looking reclining lawn chair. I laid her down and kissed my way down her body to her pussy. As soon as my tongue found her clitoris she arched her back and let out a huge moan. I kept licking and sucking on her clit, and I inserted a finger into her pussy. She jumped and started to shake and squirm her hips. I held her in place with my free arm and continued to work her pussy. I put another finger in and started to swirl them in a circle around inside her pussy while I continued licking her clit. By now she was bucking and jerking her hips so much I could hardly hold on to her. She reached a frantic pace and grabbed my head and pushed it as hard as she could into her pussy. Then she had her first orgasm. She let out a scream that sounded almost as if she was in pain and then kept screaming at a lower pitch for about a minute after that. I continued to work on her pussy during this, and didn't let up until she stopped screaming.

"I need you inside me now," she said. It sounded almost as if she was begging for it. Well I wouldn't argue with her at all. I positioned my not too large-not too small 5.5" cock in front of her pussy and gently tried to inch my way in. I guess she had other ideas though. She grabbed my hips and pulled me all of the way into her in one thrust. She let out a small yelp of pleasure mixed with pain and then started to rock her hips in rhythm with mine. We became a piston and cylinder, me pulling out partially and thrusting back in, her moving her hips to take the full thrust as deep as she could. I bent over to suck on her tit while I was fucking her, and she again cupped herself with her hand to help me suck on her better. She was moaning and shaking again, and I felt my own orgasm coming, so I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. 

I then thrust as hard and as deep as I could. She yelped again, and told me to go faster. I pumped her as fast as I could, making her scream with every thrust. She then let out another of her almost pain filled screams and came again with such intensity that she started to cry a little. She wasn't hurt, just at total fulfillment of pleasure. Seeing and hearing this brought on my own orgasm. I thrust as deep as I could and held myself there as I shot off the most cum I had ever felt coming out of my cock. I held her there until my cock had finished jerking around and then pulled out. Jen was totally spent, she was just lying on the lawn chair in a light daze, her eyes unfocused and staring off into space.

I looked at the two couples of women to decide who would be next. My decision was made for me however, because Roseanne and Gina came over to me. They knelt down and started to clean the mix of cum and pussy juice from my cock. They both ran their tongues over it and took turns sucking on it. After a few minutes under their ministrations I was back up and hard again. I pulled Gina to her feet, turned her so that she was leaning over the deck table, and gradually pushed myself into her pussy doggy style. Roseanne jumped up on the table and shoved her pussy into Gina's face. I grabbed a large handful of Gina's luxurious hair and pulled her head back as I rammed her pussy. I let just enough tension out on her hair so she could go back to working on Roseanne's pussy again. I looked into Roseanne's eyes as I pumped Gina and saw them full of longing; Gina's tongue and fingers just weren't enough for her. "You're time will come," I said. "Lets finish of Gina first."

Roseanne jumped off the table and I pulled Gina back from the edge of it. She could still support herself on it, but she was exposed to Roseanne below her now. Roseanne started to suck on Gina's tiny tits and then moved down to flick her pussy while I continued to fuck her from behind. In record time Gina started to buck her hips back against mine, moaning and shuddering. She let out a deep long sustained moan and then went limp. I had wanted to cum inside her too, but since I wasn't close yet I decided just to move on to Roseanne.

She was looking at me with pure lust. I've never seen a woman who wanted to be fucked more than she did at that moment. She pushed me onto my back and jumped on top of me. She drove my cock into her pussy and started riding me. This is my favorite position because I have the best access to a woman's tits this way, and I love to suck on them while I'm having sex. I sit up and grab one of her tits. She keeps rocking her hips getting as much friction as she can while I start sucking on her tits. The implants make them harder than normal, but I don't mind. She keeps rocking her hips and I keep sucking. She starts moaning and arching her back. 

I lay back down so she can get the full stroke she desperately wants, and play with her tits with my hands. I start feeling my orgasm starting again just as she is almost at hers. She starts moving her hips furiously, so fast that I can't touch her or she might drive my hands into her with the force of a punch. She is moaning and saying, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." over and over again. I've never seen someone move this fast. She starts screaming then, small screams that build up into a massive long yell of pleasure. I grab her arms and pull them out to her sides, and then I spear myself into her hard and deep. I do this again and again, making her let out a second long scream. I feel myself start to cum and I hold her arms while she sits impaled on my cock as I shoot cum deep into her.

Now it's time for Julia, I thought. Sara was busy sucking on Julia's tits and pumping her fingers into Julia's pussy. I went over to Julia and put my cock in front of her mouth. She snatched it up and started to suck on it. After cumming twice it took longer to get myself hard again, but watching Sara work on Julia's tits and pussy and Julia's moans that vibrated her mouth around my cock got me standing at attention soon enough. I had Julia and Sara get into a 69 with Julia on top, and I knelt down and started fucking her doggy style. As I pulled out I could feel Sara's tongue run across my cock and then I would push back in and Sara would move to Julia's clit. I told Sara to just concentrate on Julia as I kept fucking her from behind. 

By this time Jen had recovered and came over to help out. I had her run her hands over Julia's back and ass, then I had her put a finger into Julia's ass while I fucker her. She did it slowly, letting Julia get used to her finger, then started pumping it and pressing it against the thin wall between her finger and my cock. Julia was going wild, she had three people concentrating on her pussy and ass, and her body just couldn't take it. She went into orgasm overload, shaking uncontrollably and babbling incoherently. She jammed herself back against us and then lay still, totally spent. I pulled out of her and rolled her off of Sara. She just flopped over and didn't move, we had fucked her unconscious.

"Now it's your turn," I said to Sara. I lay down on my back and told Sara to sit on my cock backwards. She got down into position, but before she could get me into her pussy I grabbed her ass and shoved my cock all the way into it. My cock was still wet from Julia's pussy, but I knew that forcing my cock all the way up her ass so quick would hurt. She let out a howl of pain and started to whimper, but she recovered fairly quickly. I looked up to see why and saw that Jen was licking and sucking on her sister's pussy. This I hadn't even dared to fantasize about. Sara started to bounce up and down on my cock. Jen had three fingers in Sara's pussy and would wrap them around my cock through Sara's pussy wall. 

I wrapped my arms around Sara and held her as I thrust myself as deep into her ass as I could. Sara was moaning in orgasm by now, but I wasn't finished with her yet. I brought both of us to our knees, and then I stood us up. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on it. Startled she let out a yelp. I had Jen then start whacking Sara's ass every time I pulled back. Soon Sara's ass was nothing but a large red welt and she was starting to really cry out in pain. I had Gina take Jen's spot giving Sara spankings, while I put Jen underneath Sara and had her start working on her pussy again. This mix of pleasure and pain really got to Sara. She started to huff and let out deep moans and slam her ass against my cock. She came fast and hard; grabbing her sister's head and shoving it as deep into her pussy as she could. 

Gina stopped spanking her, but I kept ramming my cock as deep into her ass as I could get it. I had my hands clenched on her now red and sore ass and was just hammering her. I grabbed her shoulders and speared her so deep it almost hurt my balls they were pressed between us so tight. I let out a roar from deep within me and came in her ass. There wasn't much in there after cumming twice, but I held her in that position and that deep for over a minute. She was squirming and trying to get away, but I needed to show her who was boss. Finally I let her go. She dropped to the deck and lay there, worn out and bruised by what had just happened.

"Well it was good seeing you ladies," I said with a smile. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." With that I got dressed and left.



Control



He had told her to be at his hotel room at 2pm. Not a second earlier and certainly not late. She stood outside the door, watching the sweep of the second hand move towards the 12, she swallowed hard, knocked on the door and entered.

The room was dark and she kept her eyes to the floor as instructed, under no circumstances was she to try and seek him out as the spill of light from the corridor shone into the room. She closed the door behind her and could hear nothing, not even the sound of his breathing. She waited until her night vision improved and she could make out basic shapes within the room and removed her coat and let it drop to the floor. She was tall, 5 foot 10 inches and her legs went on for what seemed forever. She stood for a full minute in the corridor area, knowing that his eyes were looking at her. All she wore was high heels and hold up stockings. He had been specific about that. They were black, sheer and lacy on the tops. 

She then got down on her hands and knees and crawled towards the bed. Her movements catlike, slow and exaggerated. Until she reached the bottom of the bed.

He looked at her as she stood, keeping her feet three foot apart and drew herself up to her full height. He marvelled at her body, growing excited. He watched as she bent over slowly, her bum wriggling seductively towards him. She stood, having picked up the blindfold from the bed and put it on. She said the only thing she was allowed to say... "I'm ready!"

He waited a full minute, watching as her head moved from side to side, deprived of sight, her other senses more attuned, the only way she could pick him out was through sound.

He stood and walked towards her, he pulled her long dark hair to one side and brushed his lips across her neck. Barely touching her, the sensation sent a shiver through her and she goose pimpled. He whispered in her ear, "You have done well Fuck Toy!"

He dropped her hair and trailed his tongue across her shoulder to the top of her spine. His hands dropping to her bum cheeks, caressing them oh so gently. In a circular motion, feeling her firm flesh, enjoying the sensation. He then began to move down her spine. Kissing, gently biting, licking, till he reached the base of her spine.

By this time he was on his knees behind her. He whispered to her, "Bend over Fuck Toy". She slowly bent forward, using the bed to support her and then she felt his tongue move lower, between her cheeks. She felt his tongue flick over her anus and she made it pucker, involuntary. A small moan escaped her lips. She felt him nudge his tongue against her and she fought to relax, feeling him penetrate her, feeling her open up for him.

He slowly begins to tongue fuck her anus, tasting her, enjoying her, taking her over.

He then turns her around, lays her back on the bed and licks up the slit of her pussy. His tongue coated in her juices. He buries his tongue amid her folds and holds it steady against her clit. It throbs against him and whilst the temptation is there for her to buck her hips against him, to sate her desires, she resists. Slowly, he begins to move his tongue over her, gently like a butterfly flapping its wings against her. He builds up the pressure and the speed slowly and despite herself she moves against him. His face is covered in her juices and he drinks down as much as he can. He alternates between tonguing her clit, licking up her slit and tongue fucking her hole. Then, when she is on the brink of orgasm he stops and kisses up her stomach, over her breasts and nipples to her neck.

She feels his cock rest against her clit, not penetrating her, but resting against her. He twitches it against her and she rubs herself up and down him. He whispers in her ear, "Fuck Toy, do you want me to put it in?"

"Yes" she replies.

"Are you sure Fuck Toy?"

"Yessssssssssssssssss..."

He pushes just an inch of his cock inside her and moves his hips in a circular motion, feeling the rim of her pussy around him.

He whispers to her, "Fuck Toy, do you want some more cock?"

"Yes"

He pushes himself in another inch, this time moving his hips in a figure of eight.

He whispers to her, "Fuck Toy, do you want it all?"

"Yes", she replies.

He slides all the way home. Buried to the hilt, his balls resting against her bum cheeks. Feeling her warmth, her dampness. Feeling her grip him, squeeze him.

He whispers to her once more, "Fuck Toy, Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes", she replies.

Slowly he rocks himself against her, moving slowly in and out, building up the pace, feeling her move against him. Fucking her faster and faster, feeling her arch her back to meet him.

Again when she is about to orgasm he stops. Withdraws and turns her around and slides into her from behind. Slapping her bum cheeks and fucking her steadily. His hand moving around and cupping her breasts, finding the nipple between forefinger and thumb and squeezing gently. With his other hand, he moves it around and plays with her clit. All the time, he pounds in and out of her.

He tells her, "Fuck toy, I haven't decided where I am going to cum yet. Maybe I will cum inside your pussy, or maybe withdraw and cum over your bum and back. I may fuck your arse and cum in there. Maybe I will make you suck me and swallow me or maybe I will cum on your face and in your hair.

He continues to fuck her hard and again when she is about to lose herself in release he stops. He grabs her hair and pulls her to her knees in front of him. "Suck me", he commands.

Her lips cover him, take him all the way down the back of her throat and sucks on him hard. Her finger sliding into his anus, stimulating him.

"Rub yourself and cum Fuck Toy". Her hand dropping between her legs and she begins to frig her clit fast, seeking release, seeking satisfaction. As she builds to orgasm, so does he. His toes curl in the carpet as he fights to keep his orgasm at bay. He can't stop it and cums in her mouth. Filling her with streams of his seed. Her orgasm overtakes her and as his cum hits the back of her throat, she cums on her hand, soaking it. She gags slightly and swallows him down. Drinking every drop, not leaving anything.

As their orgasms subside, he helps her to her feet, removes the blindfold so that she can see him for the first time and he kisses her gently on the forehead and then the lips.

They knew that they would never meet again, because this was her chat room fantasy and he had helped her fulfill it...



Control



Josh Anderson was 18 years old and spending his last summer before he graduated high school when he discovered something utterly fascinating about himself. He possessed some interesting abilities that added a completely new dimension to his young life. 

Josh was a shy sort of guy and kept mostly to himself. His schoolmates considered him a computer geek but they would admit this dark haired young man was handsome in his own way. He did okay at the rural school he attended but did not have anyone he would call a close friend. He knew some of the small Gothic/Computer group at school but did not have the nerve to dress like them. He was also not interested in using drugs as most of them did.

Josh spent his off time divided between exploring the forest and fields around his house and surfing the Internet. He lived in a rural area and so there were always places to explore. This summer all he had was free time. His Mom, Julie would leave in the morning for work and not return till the afternoon. Josh and Julie were far from wealthy but they were able to afford the basics.

Josh loved sci-fi stories of all kind. This summer he found a series on mind control and some of it included control of attractive females. These stories fueled some of his fantasies. He read some pretty far out stories and even had written some of his own fantasies. He kept these hidden on his computer.

Josh also found several interesting Gothic-Magical sites that discussed various rituals to develop psychic abilities. Josh did not really believe in such things but was still intrigue by it. In fact one Saturday night just before the school semester ended he decided to perform one of the rituals.

He snuck out of the house during the full moon and went to an area he had prepared the previous afternoon. He had found a spot isolated but close enough to his house he did not have far to go. And he gathered a nice stack of wood for a fire. In the light of the full moon he lit the fire; undressed, painted a few ancient symbols on his chest, stood before the fire, and began to recite some ritualistic verses. He was little scared but as he said the verses he became absorbed in the proceedings. As his sweating body swayed before the fire he became strangely excited. There was an erotic feel to it that produced a raging hard-on. 

“Oh Fire of the Underworld and all above flow into this mortal and fill me with your strength,” Josh recited standing near the fire with his dick now point straight out at full attention.

Josh’s hand moved to grasp his cock and almost without knowing it began rubbing back and forth. He was feeling very strange. 

“God of the Underworld I give you my seed,” Josh screamed into the fire. As he ended this last phrase his cock erupted in a spray of cum. For a few moments he was in complete rapture. Josh had masturbated many times but it had never felt like this. In fact the feeling was so intense that as it ended he fell to the ground overcome by the sensations. He unable to move for a few minutes

“Wow, that was something!” Josh said to himself as he got up and went to small stream to clean up. As he washed himself a feeling of shame came over him as if he had done something very wrong. Josh decided at this point maybe Magic Ritual was not something he wanted to continue. He returned home, slipped into bed, and let the matter drop. Summer vacation was almost here.

The summer began and Josh was in heaven. He had no real responsibilities and he always found something fun to do. This particular day Josh was playing with his dog, Ralphee. They were in a field running and chasing whatever they happened to see. They had just come around a group of trees and Josh noticed his neighbor Mrs. Johnson hanging clothes. He had a good view of her but she could not see him.

Josh liked girls. He liked to scan the many naked women’s pictures on the Internet. He even snuck a peek at his Mom. He had seen in bra and panties several times and once got a quick view of her breasts. Jack had been very aroused by this and had masturbated numerous times thinking about what he had seen.

Mrs. Johnson was an attractive woman in her late 30’s. Josh had a good view from his vantage point about 30 yards away. Josh felt a tinge of excitement knowing she did not know he was there.

“Ssssshhhh”, he said quietly to his dog Ralphee. Ralphee sat quietly as Josh continued to watch.

Mrs. Johnson was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts as she hung clothes on a line to dry. Josh noticed she had hung some white bras and they were swaying in the breeze. Josh closed his eyes for a moment and formed an image in his mind of Mrs. Johnson hanging clothes in the nude. He felt his cock swelling as a result of this image. When he opened his eyes and to his complete astonishment Mrs. Johnson suddenly pulled the t-shirt over her head and then removed her shorts and her panties. Josh gasped in surprise but quickly found himself totally aroused by what he was seeing. Josh’s cock was hard almost instantly. He went with the feeling and pulled out his four-inch rock hard dick. 

Josh had always wished his cock were large like the porno guys. He always felt embarrassed when he had to change in front of other guys. Several times guys had made fun of him and this was very upsetting. However, on this day watching Mrs. Johnson’s display of naked clothes hanging he was happy to feel his cock and began to rub it back and forth. It did not take long and he shot a load of cum on the ground.

Mrs. Johnson was singing to herself as she hung her clothes. It was kind of hot but otherwise a normal day. Suddenly she felt rather strange and felt her clothes were too tight on her. She quickly removed everything she was wearing and immediately felt much better. So much better she was not aware she was now standing his her yard nude hanging clothes. Of course her house was isolated and there was no one to see her, she did not know about Josh, but it was not until she walked back in the house that she became conscious of the fact she had just been out in the yard naked. She looked out the kitchen window and stared at her clothes lying where she left them. She thought, “It must be the heat.”

When Josh looked back at Mrs. Johnson he saw her open the kitchen door and walk inside. Josh did not know what to make of this. It was really weird but he liked it. He would have to come watch Mrs. Johnson more often.

Josh and his mom lived together in a small country home. His father had divorced his mother the year before and they had not heard from him since. Josh had never had a very good relationship with his father and was glad when he left. However this meant his mother had to go to work at a small restaurant in town. She made enough to survive although there was not much left over. 

Josh knew his father’s departure had hurt his mother and Josh resented him for hurting her. For sometime now his mother seemed unhappy and never had much to say. Other than working, keeping the house clean enough, and watching TV she did not do much of anything.

His mother at 35 was a very pretty woman and could have dated lots of men in town. However, she chose to work as many hours as she could and then return home. That was her life.

Josh did not have any real friends other than Ralphee. It was summer and he enjoyed being by himself. After watching Mrs. Johnson it looked to be a very interesting summer.

Josh had learned quite a bit about sex when he was 10 and his Dad bought him his first computer. He quickly learned how to use his computer and found lots of information on the Internet. Josh reached puberty shortly after this. While his parents were gone one afternoon Josh was looking at pictures of naked girls and rubbing his cock. Suddenly he had a feeling build up in his stomach and before he could do anything he shot his first load all over the computer desk.

Josh was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal while his Mom washed dishes. He was till thinking about Mrs. Johnson’s standing naked in her yard. He looked up about that time and saw his Mom standing before the sink. His Mom standing there naked flashed through his mind. Suddenly his Mom began pulling down her pants to reveal a red pair of panties that were tight across her ass. Josh surprised by this quickly became embarrassed and thought about his mother fully clothed. His mom quickly pulled up her jeans.

Julie was standing before the sink washing dishes thinking of nothing in particular when she suddenly felt that her jeans were terribly tight. Without a thought of what she was doing she unbuttoned them and began to pull them down. Just about as quickly as the feeling arose it left and she pulled them back up. She was dazed by this and looked over her shoulder to see if her son had been watching. He did not appear to have seen what happen.

“Josh, finished with cereal so I can wash the bowl,” Julie said trying to sound normal.

Josh had quickly looked down when his mom began to pull up her pants so as to appear as if he had not seen anything strange. However, he had seen much he needed to consider about these events.

Later after his Mom left for work he sat before his computer thinking. “I pictured Mom and Mrs. Johnson without clothes and suddenly they began removing their clothes. That can’t be just a coincidence. I need to go and test this out,” Josh concluded and rose from his desk in search of a test subject. 

Josh lived in the country and had no transportation other than a bike. There were several neighbors within a few minutes walk. He did not want to use Mrs. Johnson again; he wanted to test it on someone else. He decided to go west to the Jones’ and see if anyone was home.

“Come on Ralphee, We have some hunting to do,” Josh said as the two companions went into the woods.

The Jones’ house was a small wood frame house and Josh found a nice vantage point only 20 yards away where he could be hidden. He and Ralphee sat and waited. Mr. Jones would be at work and Josh was hoping Mrs. Jones needed to come outside. Then he got an idea and pictured Mrs. Jones coming outside. He stopped the thought and then changed he mind picture to Mrs. Jones coming outside naked.

Mrs. Bertha Jones was 26 with short blond hair. She could stand to loose the weight she gained after the birth of her baby but she still was attractive. She was sitting on the couch watching soap when she suddenly felt very anxious. It was as if she had trouble breathing. She felt her bra squeezing her chest and tore at her blouse to remove it. She quickly unsnapped the bra and sighed as her ample 36D breasts were freed. However, she then felt her pants were squeezing her tightly and she tugged them down along with her black panties. Bertha’s nude body now sat dazed on the couch. She had felt something like this before when she had a panic attack. As she sat there naked suddenly the house was closing in on her and she had to go outside. Bertha left her baby playing on the floor and ran out the kitchen door and felt very relieved to be standing in her backyard.

Josh did not have long to wait. Only a few minutes after he pictured Mrs. Jones naked in the yard he saw the kitchen door open and she walk out. “Damn, she has big boobs,” he commented to Ralphee. 

“Ralphee, I don’t know what is going on but this is really something. Somehow I can control people just by thinking. I wonder what Mrs. Jones is thinking right now standing there naked. Boy, she has some hair on her pussy and it is not blond like on her head.”

Ralphee always agreed with Josh.

Mrs. Jones was not thinking much at this moment. She was feeling very good letting the wind brush away the feelings of anxiety.

Josh decided he had better let Mrs. Jones go back to what she was doing. He knew she had a baby inside and did not want anything bad to happen. He could have easily emptied his balls again at the sight of her big boobs but thought he had better let her go back to the baby.

Bertha suddenly looked around and wondered what had happened to her. She remembered the anxious feeling and attributed to an anxiety attack. But as she quickly reentered the house she was disturbed that she was standing naked in back yard. Luckily no one saw her. Bertha had no way of knowing about Josh.

Josh spent the remainder of the day considering the implications of what he had learned he could do. He wasn’t a bad person but he was loving the idea of controlling people particularly women. The day went by quickly and soon it was time for his mother to get off work and return home.

“Hi, Josh,” Julie said as she entered the front door.

“Hi, Mom,” Josh replied looking up from his computer screen.

“Come help me prepare supper,” she asked.

“Okay.”

Josh walked into the kitchen where his Mom was cutting up some vegetables. He noticed her jeans were tight and the outline of her firm ass was very appealing. Josh did not like it that he liked his mother’s butt but he did. 

After supper Josh helped his Mom clean up. 

“I’m tired so I am going to go take a shower and go to be early,” Julie told her son.

“Ok mom.” Josh had an idea as he watched his Mom go to her room. Josh wondered if he could make someone not see him. So he pictured his Mom and then he attempted to send her the thought, “You will not be able to see me until I say it is okay.”

Josh rose from the sofa and walked into his mother room. She was getting ready for her shower and as Josh walked through the door she rose from her vanity and closed the door locking it. Julie did not like the thought but several times she thought Josh might have snuck in her room to peep at her in the shower. She noticed him looking at her at times when she was dressing and she felt very uncomfortable with him seeing her in a state of undress much less naked.

Josh stood by and watched his Mom. She slipped off her blouse and undid her bra revealing her breasts. They were not large but firm with tight little brown nipples. Josh felt his cock beginning to swell as his Mom slid her jeans down her long legs. She now wore only white cotton panties and she turned on the shower. As she moved across the bathroom she slipped off her panties to reveal a firm ass. When she turned around Josh had a perfect view of his Mom’s hairy bush protecting her pink pussy.

Josh was enjoying the show and soon had his dick in his hands. When his mother finished she toweled off and went into the bedroom. She got her pajamas and another pair of panties but before she put them on Josh intervened.

“Mom, lay down on the bed naked,” he thought as he focused on eyes.

Julie suddenly had the strangest feeling. She dropped her panties and pajamas and lay back on the bed.

“Spread you legs Mom,” Josh commanded.

Julie felt a bit dazed as she almost mechanically spread her legs. “What was she doing?” she thought. 

“Rub your breasts.”

Julie had the oddest desire to touch her own breast and as she was considering this feeling she discovered her hand had moved to her chest and were kneading her breasts. She was surprised that it felt good.

Josh watched his nude Mom lying back and playing with her own boobs. He also had a perfect view of her pussy. After watching her for a few minutes, Josh thought, “Rub your pussy Mom.”

Julie’s hand slowly moved down her body and landed on the patch of dark hard that surrounded her pussy. As her hand hit the mark her body jerked. 

“Keep rubbing Mom. Make your pussy feel good!” Josh continued to send his thoughts.

Julie did not know what was happening but she did feel a pressure building up deep within her. It was a pressure she had not felt for a very long time.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she began to wiggle back and forth on the bed. She rocking back and forth as her hand massaged her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she said moving closer to an orgasm. Julie did not understand why she was feeling this way but she was consumed with desire. She could think of nothing but the sensation of her fingers on her clit.

Josh had never heard his Mom curse but then he had never seen her pussy either. Josh felt his cock pressing hard against his pants.

“Oh God I am Cumming,” his Mom groaned.

That was just too much for Josh. He had not even touched his dick but he came in his pants as his mother experienced her first orgasm in several years.

His mother groaned a bit more and then lay still for a few moments. Looking confused she got up and went to the bathroom. With that Josh slipped out the door sending one last thought to his Mom, “You can now see me again.”

Josh took a shower and then went to bed. He slept very well.



Control



She walked into the room, to find him sitting in front of his computer, in his spinning office chair... At the sound of her footsteps, he turned, chair and all, to face her.

He looks her up, then down, then raises his eyes again, slowly, so slowly, back to her face. She stops in front of him, one hand on her hip, pure arrogance showing through, in her stance, her bearing, her face. She's good, she knows it... And it shows.

She steps towards him, he starts to rise from the chair, but no, she pushes him back down, spreading his legs and sliding in between them, graceful, elegant, sexy… 

He lets out a guttural moan of anticipation, he can sense her mood, he can feel her excitement, and it fuels his own.

She sits on his lap, and puts one arm around his neck. Leaning forward, she kisses him. Hot. Passionate. Hard.

She turns, so she is straddling him, facing him. She reaches up, and starts to unbutton his shirt. Slowly, provocatively, one button at a time… She reaches the bottom button, and pulls the shirt off his arms, leaving him bare-chested.

She reaches up, and uses his shirt to blind-fold him. Cutting his vision off totally, leaving her in control of the situation.

Placing her elbows on his shoulders, using him as a support, she puts her mouth right next to his ear… He shudders, wait for her to say something…Anything…

She kisses his ear. Bits the top, gently, tugging.

She pulls back, and moves towards his face. He raises his head slightly, to where he thinks her mouth should be, to kiss her on the lips, but she puts her hand to his face, to stop him.

Gently, she kisses him on the right cheek. Moving over a tiny bit, she kisses right next to his mouth. His lips part slightly in anticipation… But she doesn’t kiss him on the lips. Not yet. Instead, she moves to the left side of his mouth, and kisses there, right next to his lips, softly, teasing him…

She works her way down his smooth, hard chest, kissing slowly, softly, teasing her way down…

He finally manages to un-grip his hands from the arm-rests of his chair, and he reaches out to grab her head, to bring it up to his face, but she doesn’t let him. Lifting herself, she holds his hand, and replaces them on the arm rests, pressing down, telling him not to move them.

Moving off his lap, onto the floor, she kneels between his legs. She undoes his belt, and uses that to strap his right hand to the arm-rest. Undoing the button, the zipper, and then pulling his pants down, down his legs, over his bare feet, she then uses the pants to trap his left hand where it is, on the arm-rest. He is now immobilized and totally in her control. Just as she wants it…. and him.

He is sitting where he was when she entered the room, now blind-folded and tied to the chair.

She can see him, straining under his boxers, long, thick and hard, very hard, already. She smiles, a smile of triumph and satisfaction.

She reaches, and holds him, running her fingers up and down his shaft, feeling him jump at the sudden contact, feeling his shudder of pleasure as the satin boxers rub against him. Leaning her head forward, she kisses the tip of his cock through the boxers, just hard enough for him to feel the heat, the pressure of her lips against him. His hips buck up towards her, and he moans, tossing his head to the side, wishing he could see, wishing he could grab her head, and take control… But that’s not happening this time. This time she is in control. And loving it.

She pulls away, waits five seconds, then leans her head in slowly, then kisses the head of his cock again, teasing him…

She reaches her hands in under the sides of his boxers, feeling his heat in her hand. She uses her nails to stroke down, and then up. Stopping at the top, she holds him as she places the head in her mouth, boxers and all. She rolls her tongue around him, moving him in and out of her mouth, hot and cold; he can feel the wetness, the heat, followed by the opposite, cold, and starts to lose control already. She can feel his balls trembling, full, but she isn’t ready. He isn’t allowed to cum yet.

She releases him, and slowly pulls the boxers off, leaving him naked, vulnerable.

She starts removing her clothing, using the removed items to tease him; she runs her scarf round his neck, and her shirt down his body. Dropped her skirt on the floor, and kept her high-heeled boots on.

She pushed her G-string into his right hand, still tied to the arm-rest, and her bra into his left. He holds onto these items tightly, as one would hold a stress-ball, squeezing and releasing.

She smirks as she watches him, knowing he is rapidly losing control of his body, his emotions.

She sits on his lap, lowering herself slowly, until his cock is just at the opening of her pussy, and as he groans, and bucks his hips upwards, towards her, towards the heat, warmth, wetness resting above him, she pulls away, up... Teasing still.

Sweating, trembling, he’s rapidly reaching the point of no return. She is watching him, almost laughing.

She leans her forward, still with her body just above his, and kisses his ear. 

“Having fun…?”, she whispers, sexily, seductively.

He tosses his head to the side, towards her voice, trying to catch her mouth with his, but she pulls away, too fast for him.

She laughs, mocking his vulnerability, enjoying the fact that he can’t move, enjoying her total control of the boy who normally has control over her. Enjoying this reversal of positions…

She holds his face in her hands, and, finally, kisses him on the mouth. He moans at the feel of her tongue pushing into his hot wet mouth, teasing him, twisting and turning around his. He kisses her back, eagerly responding.

She lowers her body, till, once again, she is positioned above his hardness, and he can feel her heat.

Using her fingers, she rubs herself, briefly, quickly, managing to rub the head of his cock at the same time, igniting them both, making him harder than before, ready and willing, causing her to become wetter than she already was, she starts lowering herself, slowly, down onto him, teasing him and herself now, knowing she wants all of him inside her, right now, but dragging the moment out, increasing the suspense and anticipation, till finally, in one sharp movement, he is inside her, all of him, deep deep inside her, she gasps, and stops moving, savouring the sensation of him inside her, filling her up…

She pulls herself up, then down again, and begins to ride him. Up, and down, faster and faster, further and further in, he is moving his body with her, as much as he can still tied to the chair as he is.

She leans forward, her full breasts rub against his chest, and he can feel her nipples harden further at the brief contact.

She’s kissing him now, they’re joined as one, kissing, moving together, inside each other, sharing everything. 

She can feel him tense up, and she knows he is going to cum, she reaches one hand down and rubs herself, wanting to cum with him, she begins to moan, closes her eyes and throws her head back, breaking the contact she had with his mouth.

She puts her left hand on his chest, she can feel his heart beating, her right hand is still rubbing, harder, faster, her clit is hard, and she can feel him, moving with her, in, out, in ,out, faster and harder, they are panting, breathing in sync with each other, calling out each others names, loving each other and what they’re doing.

With a final thrust, deeper inside her than any before, he lets loose, cumming, hard and fast, spurting into her hot, wet pussy.

Feeling him cum, her own orgasm bursts through her body, taking over, forgetting where she is and who she is, forgetting everything but the feeling spreading through her body.

The feelings subside; both of them are left panting, weak and breathless.

She unties his hands, and takes off the blindfold. He looks at her in stunned silence for a brief minute before picking her up, and carrying her out of the office and into the bedroom…



Control



O god! Her hand was creeping up towards my groin and I couldn’t do a thing about it! I mean our parents were there for gods sake, what did she think she was doing!? I stifled a groan as her fingers started tracing the outline of my cock.

We are sitting (my girlfriend and I) at a table for six in one of the classiest restaurants in town. You see, it’s my parents wedding anniversary and so both our parents and us are out having a meal to celebrate. 

Our mothers are at either end of the table and our dads are on the opposite side to us. So there wasn’t much chance of them seeing but I just cant believe she’s doing this! Although I have thought about doing something like this for years, she has never shown the slightest interest except teasing me mercifully by flaunting herself in the tinniest of dresses whenever we go out. 

Lily is slim and well toned with dusky blond hair that is naturally highlighted from the sun. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief; her skin is tanned, supple, and fresh. Her lips are full and o so kissable; her long athletic legs seem to go on forever. She is sexy, sassy, and innocent. She just loves to flaunt herself to those around her, making them wonder what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her. 

I was brought back out of my dream as I felt her hand slip inside my boxers! How had she managed to undo my trousers without me noticing??!! 

Her delicate fingers encircled my burning tool. 

I was finding it very hard to concentrate on the ongoing conversation when my girlfriend’s hand was down my trousers feeling my cock! I looked at her, only to find her seemingly engrossed in a conversation with my dad. 

“You ok Josh honey? You’re looking a little pale,“ My mother said softly. 

I looked up and gave her a weak smile before replying, “Yeah I’m ok, just feeling a little tired that’s all”

I glanced at Lily who gave me a wicked smile before turning back to her conversation. 

We all ordered some coffee; I hoped the caffeine would calm me down. No such luck. Her fingers burned a path along my straining dick down to my balls. My breath was becoming shallow; I should stop her before this goes to far. But I couldn’t, could I? Instead I reached down (with the intent of stopping her) and held my hand on top of hers. She glanced at me and tentatively started her stoking again.

I can’t believe this; I’m now helping my girlfriend to jack me off!

Suddenly she removed her hand and pushed mine out the way as she zipped my trousers up. O my god, was she kidding? My cock was rock hard and straining against my trousers. Was she going to leave me like this?

Then my senses returned and I remembered where we were, of course she had to stop, I couldn’t exactly blow my load right there in the restaurant could I! 

Lily’s voice interrupted my train of thought as she said to our parents; “Josh and I will just go and settle the bill while you finish your coffee’s.” 

I stood up cautiously, trying not to look as if I was hiding the biggest hardon of my life. 

We headed over to the bar to pay the tab but before we got there Lily took my hand and headed towards the ladies toilets. I was confused but before I had the chance to think about it she was pushing me into a stall and getting on her knees as she unzipped my trousers. 

“ O my god…Lily… we ca… Lily…I…” 

Any words that were once there left my mind completely as my cock was enveloped in Lily’s mouth.

“O fuck…” 

My legs felt weak as I used the wall for support. Her tongue was swirling around my cock, teasing, as pre cum dripped from the head. Her mouth felt like a hot wet velvet cavern as she sucked me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t take any more of this, I mean Lily, the most gorgeous, sexiest, most sort after girl, my girlfriend, was sucking my cock in the toilets of this classy restaurant and anyone could walk in at any minute. 

My bulging cock was stuffed in her mouth and she couldn’t get enough of it! As that very thought sped through my mind my hips jerked and I let loose a load of hot sticky cum into Lily’s sexy little mouth. My legs fought to stay standing, but failed as I fell back onto the toilet seat while Lily continued to suck my deflating cock.

“Lily…I…you…we…” 

Before I could get a coherent sentence out she stood up, put her hands on my knees and kissed me. Snaking her tongue into my mouth. And then she was gone, leaving the taste of my seaman on my tongue. I walked back to the table in a daze.

“You really don’t look well Josh” My mother commented as we waved goodbye to Lily’s parents.

When we got home I wished my parents a happy anniversary and excused myself to go to my room, leaving them chatting and laughing with Lily. The thoughts in my heads swirled round relentlessly, the images of the restaurant and Lily sucking my cock burned in my mind. I needed her there with me but how was that supposed to happen when my parents where sleeping just down the hall? 

It turned out that I didn’t have to do anything as Lily seamed to have it all planned out when she arrived in my bedroom half an hour later wearing only a tiny summer dress. The evening was hot and a thin film of sweat clung to her skin making her look as if her skin was shimmering. 

The power of speech was completely lost to me as she closed the door and walked towards me. She stopped a few feet away from the bed and in a slow seductive movement she lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. I sucked air into my lungs. 

My girlfriend was standing right in front of me without a stitch of clothing on, I felt like an electric current had just shot through me. 

Her body was amazing; it never fails to amaze me.

I released my breath in a rush as I looked at her. Her blue eyes sparkled as she watched my reaction. She moved closer to me, reaching for my hand as she pulled me up. I scrambled to my feet and stood before her, waiting for her to say something. Her eyes watched me as I stood before her. 

I didn’t get it, what was she doing? I held her gaze for as long as I could before I started to squirm and my eyes dropped and concentrated on the floor. I heard her laugh softly as she watched my discomfort. Before I had time to think, her hands had started to slowly unbutton my shirt, my loosened tie was next as she undid the knot and pulled the end sharply. Making me wince as it nicked the back of my neck. 

Her hands then started working on the buckle of my belt. 

If she was planning the same thing as my tie, I knew that this was going to hurt. Sure enough, as the pin dropped from my belt she tugged sharply. I braced myself but as the leather hit my waist I couldn’t help flinching. 

I wasn’t sure but I think I heard her suck her breath in sharply as she saw me flinch. Her soft delicate fingers started unzipping my trousers. They fell in a pool around my ankles. Shortly followed by my boxers. 

Colour swiftly rising in my face as I became more and more embarrassed, standing there in front of her with only my open shirt barely on my shoulders. She placed her palms flat on my chest and pushed upwards, forcing the shirt to fall from my body. So there we were, in my bedroom with my parents sleeping just along the hall, standing naked in front of each other. 

“Mmmmm…so sexy...” she murmured as her hands moved from my shoulders down my chest over my hips, and just before reaching my pulsating cock her hands swerved and came back to my chest before she removed them completely from my body. I glanced up and looked at her. She grinned as if she had been waiting for me to do exactly that. 

She bent down and picked up my tie before rising again. She seemed closer. Her eyes looked right through me, her body was just centimetres away from mine, and didn’t I know it! My cock was throbbing… my skin was tingling in anticipation of her touch. When she did touch me, it wasn’t what I expected at all, her palms rested on my chest before pushing me sharply back onto the bed. The shock made me gasp out. 

Quick as a flash she was on top of me, straddling the lower part of my body, my cock resting on her flat stomach. 

She moved her hands from my chest up my body, pushing my arms above my head… my eyes were transfixed on her breasts as she leaned down and kissed me lightly, It was almost to light to feel. I moved my head slightly and started to kiss her properly. Lily moved her body upwards so my cock slipped between her pussy lips, rubbing against her wetness. I lifted up, trying to get more contact with her pussy. I wanted to feel her hot little pussy surrounding my cock so badly! 

I took hold of her shoulders to push her onto her back but she pinned my hands above my head and brought her mouth down to mine in a rough passionate kiss as she ground herself against me. My mind went black for a second as I arched my back and pushed against her. As I made to move my hand down towards her breast but found I couldn’t move them. I looked up above my head and was amazed to find my hands bound to the headboard.

Ok, how the hell had she done that without me knowing? 

I felt her kissing her way down my chest, just before all thoughts left my mind I realized that’s exactly how she had done it. Control. She controlled me. Everything I did, everything I felt, She controlled. 

With that thought running through my head I shuddered underneath her as she started flicking her tongue anywhere and everywhere but my burning hot tool. 

I was gonna blow a load so big it would make her scream. I was so fucking horny. 

She looked up and tutted at me playfully, “Now, now Josh I don’t think that you should cum just yet”

I moaned softly in protest but the only response I got was a soft little laugh as her tongue went back to circling my nipple. 

As she looked up at me from under her eyelashes I could feel the burning heat of her gaze running over me. I arched up and strained against the ties holding my hands above my head but making no difference to my tightly bound wrists. 

I met her mocking gaze as she flicked her tongue out across the head of my cock, tasting the pre cum that had gathered there. I watched her, as if in slow motion as her tongue made contact with my cock… I inhaled sharply and my body tensed as my orgasm approached. Suddenly I realized that Lily was no longer touching me. 

I looked down just as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. My breath shuddered out of me as I watched her play with me. But before I could really think about just how horny this was making me, she stopped playing with my balls and started to crawl her way up my body. I was slightly apprehensive as I caught the look in her eye. 

As Lily placed her hands on either side of my body, closely followed by her knees as she straddled my hips. I could feel her wet pussy pressing against me as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying. I wanted to suck those nipples into my mouth and make her moan. 

With quite an effort, I pulled myself up towards her but she stopped me getting to close by keeping her nipples just mere centimetres away from my mouth. I strained to get closer to her peaking nipples but every time I got close she would move back, making me groan in frustration. 

After teasing me for awhile she seemed to become irritated so she leaned forward a little allowing my tongue to flick across her taut nipple for a mille second before I had to collapse back on the bed. 

We repeated this process, each time making me more and more frustrated until I was suddenly able to capture her whole nipple into my mouth. She gasped as I sucked the hard little nub into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue. 

After awhile I had to collapse back on the bed but instead of withdrawing she leaned down with me, keeping her nipple in contact with my mouth. Suddenly I became aware that Lily had started to grind her pussy against my straining cock, her left hand moving gently across my chest, moving her thumb over my nipple, causing a funny sensation to run through me. 

She started to raise herself up slightly, making my cock slip inside her pussy lips every time she raised herself up along the length of my shaft. Making me groan as I felt her wetness against my hard fuck tool. 

The tip of my dick started to slip inside her on every up stroke, making us both moan and hold our breath in anticipation for the next time my cock made its way into her hot little hole. Teasing me for the longest time ever, making me gasp and moan as she teased me mercilessly. 

With my hands tied behind my head, my body tensed and slightly arched, eyes squeezed closed letting the amazing sensations she was causing to run through me. 

Suddenly she stopped moving and reduced all contact between us. I nearly shouted in frustration as I started to open my eyes. Before her striking face came into focus, she took hold of the bass of my cock and slammed it deep inside her. My eyes shot open as my breath was expelled from my body. I gasped for air as her pussy started to constrict around my throbbing dick. 

My mind was buzzing with horny energy. I tried to lift my hips to push my cock deeper inside her but she would anticipate my move and lift herself up, teasing me unforgivably. 

She had never been like this before, I mean she liked to tease me constantly both during sex and just in general but she had never been like this, controlling, teasing, and never letting up.

Usually I can catch her out, find a weak spot in her plan, but this time she was totally and utterly in control and I couldn’t do a thing about it.

My eyes were drawn towards Lily; I watched her sitting on top of me, my cock buried deep inside her, eyes half closed, half watching me. 

She just sat there, rocking slightly as she brought her hand up to her mouth and slipped her middle finger enticingly inside her mouth and sucked on it for a minute before letting her hand move down over her breast causing herself to moan as she paused momentarily to pinch her nipple. 

As her hand started moving down again, I could see her itching to just get it over and done with and move quickly but making herself go slow, teasing herself, and me. 

After moving her hand over her soft taut skin she moved down towards her pussy. As her middle finger connected with her clit she sucked her breath in and bucked her hips forward, making me grunt as she pushed against my cock. 

I moaned just from watching her touching herself, it was so sexy watching her, in her own little world of pleasure as she played with her pussy. 

As I watched her, I was overcome with a craving like feeling as I realised I couldn’t touch her, couldn’t touch those amazing breasts, couldn’t suck one of her nipples into my mouth, feeling it getting hard as I flick it with my tongue, hearing her moan, feel her press against me.

Ooo… fuck I just wanted to touch her so much! 

As she started to rock faster against me I gasped as the tension in my cock became almost unbearable, when she started moaning my name and telling me how fucking hot I was. I thought I was going to pass out with ecstasy. 

Suddenly I felt her pussy start to clamp around my cock as she started to cum and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. 

As her orgasm rocked her body I was in heaven with the amazing feelings going through my cock.

“O god Lily, I cant…I cant... O fuckkk.. I’m cumming…arhhhg!” I groaned as hot sticky cum shot from my dick into the depth of her sweet, sexy pussy. 

The orgasm I experienced right then was more powerful than I have ever experienced. My mind went blank from the second my cum started pumping out of me to when I started to come back down to earth and collapsed back on the bed. 

I heard her moan softly as she rested against me. After a while I felt her reach up and untie my wrists from the headboard and experienced sweet relief, as my hands were released from their constrictions. My hands fell to her body immediately. To be able to just touch her, feel her skin beneath my fingers was an immeasurable pleasure I just hadn’t expected. 

She pushed against my hand softly like a kitten, who just got the cream.

End 

I think I will dedicate this story to a Mr L Summers just purely for revenge. lol

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Control



I hate being the designated driver, and hate being such a pussy that I accept that once every few times it's gonna be my turn again. You have no control when you're sober, stuck doing whatever everyone else wants. Basically it means I stand around drinking orange juice and making small-talk, waiting for the night to end because I know you can't get some for yourself. Tonight was no different. There were about seven or so of us at this seedy dive in the middle of nowhere. I don't know whose fucking idea it'd been to go there, but I was pretty much stuck until Paul, Tom and his girlfriend Suzie wanted to go home. Paul was dressed like the dippiest shit for some reason or another, and so there was no way we'd get into any place with any real class anyway.

It was about 1am and I was sitting at our table, tossing cold chips into a half-empty beer glass in between watching the skanky talent on the floor. There was no way that some of that stuff was legal, but I had to appreciate it, for what it was worth. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder and twisted to see Tom standing there, a little wasted but with that earnest expression of his.

"Hey, can you take Suzie home? She's... not feeling well."

I could see the tight little package that was Suzie standing near the door, arms crossed and looking pissed off as all hell. I knew she had an attitude, and I certainly wouldn't want to get on her bad side. I don't know how Tom handled her, especially with that evil eye of hers, but I bet that she spread those legs and used that cunt of hers to fuck like a goddamn jackrabbit. I looked back at Tom.

"And I suppose you want me to come all the way back here and pick you guys up later, take you back home like a good little delivery monkey?" I said, sweet as pie. It wasn't really a question.

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it," he said, missing the sarcasm, "Paul and me are gonna crash at Wes' joint. It's just near by here."

I turned back around and saw Paul and this guy Wes lining up at the bar. It all became clear. Suzie knew and couldn't stand Wes and there was no way she was going to spend even a single moment of time she didn't have to with him around, let alone crash at his house and have Tom try to give her a limp-dicked fuck on his floor in the middle of the night.

"Sure, I'll take her home then," I said, seizing the opportunity to get outta there. There were the usual heartfelt goodbyes and handshakes that only alcohol can produce before Suzie and I finally got outside. There were no clouds and it'd gotten chilly. Suzie was like a suppressed ball of anger. Her fists were clenched and she positively stalked to the car, those tight butt cheeks sliding across one another, hidden by only a few inches of white leather. The cold had made her tits quite perky, as I saw as I glanced over whenever we passed beneath a street light. Life has its little benefits.

We got in and strapped on our seatbelts. Hers ran over her chest, between those tits, making them look even more pronounced.

"Okay, so where do you live?" I asked her.

"You don't know where I live?" she said, doubtfully.

I shook my head. "No idea. Never been there." And to my surprise, instead of taking my head off, she laughed. It was the most unexpected and delightful thing I'd heard that night.

"It's okay. I'll show you the way," she laughed. "It's back that way. Do a u-turn and get onto the tollway." Great. I had to pay to take her home. But still, there was that laugh - and that body. My dodgy CD player finally found the track and began to play as we drove off. 

We didn't speak for a few minutes before I noticed her kinda looking at me, considering me.

"What?" I asked

"Oh, nothing," she said, obviously not meaning what she said.

"No, really what?" I asked again.

"How come you never have a girlfriend?" she blurted.

"I do have girlfriends," I said defensively, "Just... infrequently and... not for any great length of time."

She laughed again and punched me in the shoulder. "You're funny. I like you."

"You're welcome," I replied, grinning.

We were silent for a little while longer before Suzie spoke again.

"Hey, you want a blow job?" My cock immediately twinged into life. From just anyone or from her? Now or at some time in the future? While I wouldn't usually ever realistically consider cutting another man's sandwich, especially a buddy's, the meat was out on display now.

"Say what?" I said, not really taking her seriously, just offering to move back a step.

Suzie suddenly undid her seatbelt, reached over and rubbed her hand over my the bulge in my crotch, and whispered in my ear, "You know what? I'm gonna give you a fucking blow job in this car and you're gonna fucking sit there and fucking enjoy it. Okay?"

I'd read something somewhere, probably in a women's magazine, that said that it took at least eight seconds for your dick to become erect. I don't know how much time had just passed, but it was fucking hard now. She undid my belt, the button and the fly of my pants, and then pulled my underpants off my straining dick, which sprung into position like steel.

"Nice and easy," she said, wrapping her fingers around my cock and gently masturbating me, just to get a feel of it.

"Do you want me to uh... pull over?" I asked with the small piece of rational mind I still possessed.

"No fucking way. I keep blowing only while you're still going!"

With that thought in mind, I watched the back of her head as she went down on me, felt her place a small kiss on the tip before licking up and down its length. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head and started bobbing up and down, sucking me like a lollipop. I gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to pay enough attention to the road not to crash and kill us both... but she was so very sweet.

So it shouldn't have been a surprise to me when I slid across two lanes of the tollway and was moving into the service lane, but it was. When this realisation dawned, I hurriedly jerked the car back onto the road. Suzie paused her ministrations long enough to say, "Pay attention, junior," as an admonishment. To what, I wondered.

As I somehow managed to pay my attention to her and the road, I started stroking her hair and couldn't help but let out what was on my mind. "Oh god, You are such a bitch," I told her as her tongue ran circles around the head, "Such a bitch. Such... a... fucking... good... dick-sucking... bitch!" It was all true, and the truth spurred her on to new depths. "Oh baby, you're such a bitch," a repeated as my mantra as she blew me into oblivion. "... Such a bitch!"

She was so hot and I couldn't hold off much longer. "Oh baby, I'm gonna cum soon." Her only response was to grip her lips tighter around my cock, reach into my underpants and start rhythmically squeezing my balls. It was so close, and my body just did what came naturally. I held the back of her head in place and just started thrusting into her, using her face as a fuckhole.

My hips locked straight and I grunted as I violently shot my cum down the back of her throat. "That's right, bitch! Take it!" I grunted at her between gritted teeth. I kept her head in place as I made a couple more thrusts for another couple of streams of cum before I could let her go. Suzie sat back up, but kept massaging my dick and balls as she wound down the passenger window, hawked and spat out what she hadn't incidentally swallowed.

I wound down my window to get some fresh air of my own, some calming breaths. After a moment, I looked back at her. "Hey Suzie, you didn't just blow me because you're pissed off at Tom, did you?"

Suzie smiled and continued to idly masturbate my sore and softening cock, spreading the last of my cum around. "Take the next exit," she told me, and continued to give me directions until we pulled up at her flat.

"Suzie..." I began.

"Hey, thanks for the lift, okay?" she said before getting out and walking around to my side of the car. She lent on the door. "I'll catchya round," she whispered with a sex-kitten smile, before turning away.

"Suzie, I want to fuck you so bad," I said to her retreating behind. She paused, turned around and came back to me, resting her hands on the door frame.

"Yeah, I know you do. You want to come upstairs with me... like it's for coffee perhaps? Then you want to feel me up, grope my tits, push me on the floor, strip me naked and fuck my cunt until you got nothing left, don't you?" I started to open my car door, but she shoved it closed again. "Well, you can't. Sorry," she said, offhandedly.

"Suzie...?"

She again turned away, run up the steps to her flat and disappeared inside.

"Shit," I said to myself, amazed at the events of the night. "Shit!" I readjusted my jocks, folding my dick back inside and hoped that I hadn't got cum all over the front of these new pants before doing up my fly, button and belt.

"So are you comin' in or what?" It was Suzie, standing at the top of the steps. What the fuck was this girl's deal? "Yes or no?" she called, "Either way, boy." God-fucking-dammit! I looked back at my groin and back at Suzie. If it was my cock that girl wanted then she'd damn-well get it. There was no way I was going to be a pussy and not fuck her tits off. Some offers just can't be passed on.

"Shit!"

I wound up the windows and got out of the car. Dashing up the stairs two at a time, I meet her at the first floor. "This way," she said, leading me up another flight of stairs and inside her flat. She closed the door and I immediately grabbed her hips from behind, nestling my dick between the cheeks of her arse. I kissed her neck and ran a hand over her tight stomach, moving upwards to squeeze one of her tits before she pulled away from my grasp, stepping across the room. 

"So, you want to take off those pants or what?"

Did I need to be asked twice? As quickly as I could, I kicked off my shoes - no mean feat considering how much of a hurry I was. I yanked down my pants, stamping on them to step out of them as they clung to the sweat on my legs. "Whoa, slow down there, tiger," Suzie interjected, smiling. "Take it easy. Just wait for me a little."

In every way I wasn't graceful, Suzie was. Languidly, she pulled her top over her head to reveal the lacy push-up bra beneath. As her hair fell out of her top and back around her shoulders, she tossed the top away. "Like what you see?" she asked, holding her B cups. "Think you can do better?" she asked as she squeezed them gently.

"Oh fuck yeah," I said. Oh, she was a cock-tease alright, and mine was fit to burst with the strain in my jocks. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, lithely slipping out of it, tossing it onto her top. Watching her exposed tits jiggle, perky in arousal, I unbuttoned my shirt. It was a fucking longsleeved one that I had to undo at the wrists too, and it was not coming off gracefully. How the hell did women manage to do these things with grace? Fuck grace, I thought, pulling off my underwear hurriedly.

Suzie undid the belt on her skirt and it slipped to the floor. That was enough for me; Enough waiting, enough games, enough of her in control. She looked a little startled as I stepped over, grabbed her arse and pushed my dick against her stomach. "This is what you want, isn't it, you skanky little ho!" I whispered hoarsely at her as I crudely took off her underwear. She just looked at me, giving me the evil eye, knowing it was my move.

As the lace fell beneath her knees, I moved back up and ran a finger outside her pussy, over the neatly trimmed hair and back down again before slipping it into her slippery cunt, watched her watch me as I masturbated her. Gradually, as I rubbed the little ridges of her g-spot, her mouth lost that pissed off expression and her eyes began to glaze over a little. I started to move a little faster, in and out, in and out, in and out. Soon, my pace was matched by her breathing, hot against my face.

Before she could get too comfortable, I slid my finger out and put my hands on her shoulders. "Down," I told her, and she sunk to her knees, immediately taking my throbbing cock in her mouth. I let her suck me, run her tongue over the underside, use her hands to jerk me off, massage my aching balls again... but not for long.

"We've played that game already, Suzie," I said, smiling. "Down," I instructed, pushing her to the floor and lowering myself on top of her. I spread those legs of hers with mine and then just went for it, spearing her wet pussy with my dick up to the hilt in a single, powerful thrust. I watched her gasp, grimace, before again she calmed down and just watched me, hating me with those eyes of hers. My response was to pull back and grind my way back into her, see how much the bitch liked it. Again and again I ground my dick into her as again her eyes glazed over and then closed as she fell into the experience.

I built up a rhythm fucking and soon we were both panting, her little gasps contrasting my rasping breaths. "Do you like that?" I kept asking her. "Do you like it when I fuck you?" With broad movements, she shook her head from side to side, up and down with my thrusts. "Do you like it when I fuck your cunt, bitch? Do you like that? Do... you... fucking... like that?!"

She began murmuring and moaning in her breaths as I continued pumping, thrusting, grinding, probing her with my body and my words. "No," she murmured, her head still moving side to side. "No," she said a little louder as I continued fucking her. "Nooo," she forced out as her pussy spasmed and she grabbed my butt with her hands, arching her back, cumming with an unintelligible grunt that extended into a satisfied, stuttering moan of pleasure.

"That's right, baby," I told her as she gasped for air, "You like it just like a bitch, but we're not done here." I slid out and off her as she lay on the floor, taking deep breaths, glistening with our combined sweat. "Turn over," I told her, but she just lay there. "Suzie, turn over," I told her again as I rolled her onto her stomach. I slapped her arse playfully. "Now girl, up on your knees." Sluggishly she responded, pushing that lovely, taut arse in the air and was ready again.

I guided my cock into her cunt again and grabbed her hips, built up the motions, pistoned my dick into her like she was a mere fuckdoll. Her moans started again, getting louder as I increased the pace. I fucked her faster than I could swear at her as my heart thundered, the blood pumped in my head, and my balls surrendered and I came with more force than I ever had before, shooting huge wads of cum deep inside. She screamed soundlessly as her cunt gripped me like a vice, extracting every last drop that I could pump into her. And she would get every drop I had.

At last, I slipped my dick out of her and lay panting on the floor, nothing left to give. I watched as, after a moment, Suzie unsteadily stood up, walked over and picked up my pants, using them to wipe off the cum that oozed down between her legs. Then she reached into the pocket and pulled out my wallet. Opening it up, she took whatever notes were in it. "I'm gonna take this," she said, showing them to me, "My rent's due tomorrow and I'm a little short."

"You don't take Visa?" I asked wryly as I sat up.

"Screw you," she said, opening the door and flinging out my wallet, shortly followed by my pants. "Now fuck off."

Who the hell knows why she let me fuck her. She split up with Tom soon afterwards, so it was probably just one of those things women do to help a break-up. Who can figure them anyway?



Control



"Word on the street is that you're quite a kinky bastard," Annie smirked, her amazingly blue eyes filling with seductive intrigue as she flicked ashes from her cigarette quickly into the black plastic ashtray seated on the bar between them. Barely 5'2" tall, her legs dangled off the bar stool without touching the floor, and she pivoted her chair in a nervous gesture that allowed him to gaze for moments at her legs. Though not leggy, she had adorned herself with black fishnet stockings and a pair of black vinyl high heels. An attention getter. 

Jeremiah began to raise a beer bottle to his lips, then paused halfway. "Who says that?" he cocked an eyebrow, his sensual brown eyes filling with intrigue. He sipped from the bottle slowly, then took a moment to scratch absently at his mop of chaotic black hair. His pale skin and dark hair had interested her eyes; his curious smile and awkward mannerisms had kept her interest.

"The rumor mill, Mr. Rangel. The vicious Southside rumor mill," Annie grinned, and pivoted on her stool to extinguish her latest cigarette.

His laugh was honest, sincere. His face showed no signs of guilt; no protest that what she alleged was an outright lie. He swallowed down his last large sip of beer, and grinned invitingly at her as he reached into his baggy jeans for a wallet. "I'm blowing this dump. You want to come find out about those rumors?"

She laughed at this not so subtle, subtle hint, grabbing her purse and taking a final sip from her plastic cup. "Where to?" she inquired with a smile as he took her small hand and lead her out into the dirty Chicago streets.

"My apartment," he winked as he stopped beside a dark gray Hyundai Elantra and opened the passenger side door for her. Annie smiled with appreciation, waiting till he too was inside to grin, "You're certainly chivalrous."

He turned the key in the ignition and the car's engine roared to life. "I'm making up for what I'll do to you later," he smirked as he pulled the car away from the curb and sped off.

* * *

"Nice place," Annie smiled simply. She paced the living room area slowly, turning on her heels to gaze directly into his dark eyes as he locked the door and tossed his jacket onto a nearby sofa. He nodded and grinned. "Should we fuck on the kitchen table or on the washer and dryer?"

"Such options," she laughed coquettishly. "Can't we take things slow?" The truth was, she had no desire to take things slow, only to fuck this sexy man senseless before the sun came up on the new day. The rumors had been plenty and pleasurable, she'd taken great pride in eavesdropping on all the news of his sexual prowess, the kinkier, the better. Finding him in the bar tonight was merely a coincidence, an erotic, moistening coincidence.

"I never take things slow," he leered, stepping forward and snapping her thoughts away from the gossip. "Slow is boring," he laughed as he swept her off her feet quickly.

He carried her across the room and toward a large closet, and before she had a chance to wonder, he'd kicked the closet open to reveal a washer and dryer inside. He placed her roughly atop the dryer, and laughed as he hit the large white button on the right top of the appliance. "Let's spin," he growled as he spread her legs and stood between them.

"How fuckin cheesy," she laughed as she eyed him lecherously. "Fucking on a dryer?" He cocked his head and eyed her curiously, his brown eyes devouring her body as a grin formed across her lips. She placed her legs over his hips and pulled his body tightly against her own heat. "Little boys fuck on appliances, men get nasty in bed."

Jeremiah bit his lower lip softly, grinning before he answered. "Bed is boring."

"Maybe for you," she purred, reaching her moist tongue out and sliding the tip slowly across his top lip. "But I can be creative in bed."

He stood in stunned silence as her tongue worked over his lips, tasting his sweetness. Her hands reached around his back, savoring the sensation of his muscles pulsing with her gentle touch. He flexed as her hands dipped underneath his navy t-shirt, traveling below the waistband of his oversized Levi's. Their eyes locked as her hands kneaded the flesh of his ass, a crude smile tainting her lips with her next movement. His eyes widened, but he never jumped or tried to step away. She purred into his neck and shoulder as she worked her index finger slowly inside the tight opening. "Are you as kinky as they say?"

"What do they say?" he growled, a low, sexual rumble from his throat. Bucking back softly against her intrusion.

She laughed at this, pausing in her ministrations and sucking hungrily at his bottom lip. "You've never heard the rumors, Jeremiah, have you?" His only response was a groan as she slipped a second finger inside. "You're a bad boy, Jeremiah," she purred. "You like dirty things, don't you?" His small nod widened her grin. "Young girls," she purred into his ear. "Blood. Sadism. Control, Jeremiah, you like control." His eyes were shut tight, tongue darting out to lick his lips. He moaned with her touch, an almost melodic sound. "You've lost control, Jeremiah. Tonight, I'm the Master and you're-"

"Yes," he growled.

"Yes," she smirked. "You want me to dominate, don't you?"

"Yes," he begged softly. "Yes."

Without warning she removed both her fingers and smirked cruelly. She placed her index finger to his lips, stating simply, "Suck it!" He winced at the thought, but bent forward to dutifully run his tongue over the offered digit. "Now," she instructed, "step back and take off your pants."

Jeremiah did as he was told, a giddy smile plastered across his face. The pants quickly fell away, revealing a pair of plain black cotton boxers bunched around a large bulge. "Mmm," was all she offered as she watched the bulge twitch. "Now go get on your bed, naked!" He nodded his head slowly, waiting for her to hop down off the dryer and follow him into the small bedroom. "Now," she demanded authoritatively as they entered the room, sending him quickly onto the bed. He tossed the boxers toward her, a grin of triumph plastered across his face as they landed nearly onto Annie's head. "Bad boy," she laughed, tossing them across the room before returning her gaze to his large erection. "How big?" she inquired with careful interest.

"Eight," he smirked as he began to run his hand slowly up and down his length.

"No!" she barked angrily, reaching into her purse and extracting a small black whip. "I did not give you permission to touch or play." She brought the whip down harshly against his bare thigh, a menacing grin across her pale face. His expression laced with shock, pain, and intrigue. She grinned at this. "Now, on all fours."

He grinned as he climbed into the position, turning to gaze over his shoulder expectantly at the young woman. "Are you going to make me bleed?" he practically begged.

"Perhaps," she answered absent-mindedly, fishing through her purse yet again. He felt his pulse soar when he saw her remove the object from the leather bag. "How the fuck did that fuck in there?" he gasped, earning a quick lash to his exposed backside. "Don't talk," she demanded. He remained on all fours, awaiting her next move; though he was certain that it would involve the large pink toy she was now licking suggestively. "Eight inches," she purred. "Your twin." He tried to avoid wincing as she stepped closer to the bed. "We're going to play," she purred. "My way."

Jeremiah felt fear course through his blood, exhilaration, the promise of a long night filled with pain and pleasure. A low rumble formed in his throat as Annie climbed onto the bed beside him, pushing him down onto his back. "I'm going to ride you," she stated simply, tossing her clothing in various directions across the room and kneeling before him naked. He tried to observe her entire exposed form, tried to memorize the lines of her breasts, the soft curve of her hips. She allowed him no time, instead lowering herself down onto his waiting hardness within seconds. She let out a soft moan as his length was buried inside her tight body, grinning as a look of sheer euphoria crossed his ruggedly handsome face. "You like this, don't you, Jeremiah?" she questioned, an amused tone permeating her words.

He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust as he reached his hands forward to clutch at her hips. She lashed him for this, a burning sensation quickly forming at the site of each of his nipples. He hissed, and eyed the red mark that had already begun to form. "Bad boy," she smiled. "I didn't give you permission." He retracted his hands, placing them at his sides and continuing to stare up into Annie's haunting beautiful blue irises.

"Do you like to be punished, Jeremiah?" she smirked, riding him slowly, working her hips in a tauntingly languid circle. "Do you like to be beaten, Jeremiah? Bit? Lashed? Should I spank you, Jeremiah?" At that moment, he was entirely speechless, completely at her mercy as she clutched the small whip in her right hand and raised it above her head triumphantly. "We're done with this," she winked and tossed the object clear across the small room. It crashed into a closet door and fell with a thump to the carpet below. He felt his body relax slightly, had he been able to vocalize anything at that moment, he knew he would have sighed.

"Enough!" she had declared loudly, pulling her quickly off his hard body and standing above him. She looked tall like this, her body hovering for what seemed like miles above his own. The expression on her face was pure devilishness as she leered down at him, and stroked her now free hands over the contours of her stomach and hips. "You want to touch me, Jeremiah? Do you want to feel what I feel right now?" With that, her right hand had traveled drastically south, a finger slowly twirling across her engorged clitoris. For the first time, he noticed the tiny blue ring there.

"Jeremiah!" she demanded, squatting above him. Her moist center was only inches from his lips, and he could smell her scent. His cock twitched with this, his self control diminished to nothing as she turned him into her human plaything. A living, breathing blowup doll. "Are you listening to me?" she'd stated slowly, with a crude tinge when she realized he was, in fact, lost in his own thoughts of tonight's events.

He nodded slowly, it was all his body would allow.

"Roll over," she barked, standing up yet again, stepping away from his body, and then kneeling back down on the bed beside him. He rolled onto his stomach, the friction of the covers on his achingly hard cock causing him to bite his lip in frustration. "No," she argued, slapping his ass at the site of his pleasure. "Not yet. Kneel." He did as he was told, eyeing her with dumfounded desire. "Control, Jeremiah," she purred in his ear as he fought to think, to be a rational human being. "You've relinquished all control tonight. Do you like that I'm you're Master?"

Jeremiah nodded.

"Good," she smiled, slapping his ass playfully with a feminine giggle. "I like that you're my bitch. Do you know what I do to my bitches, Jeremiah?"

He shook his head slowly, to affirm that he did, in fact, have any clue what she had planned for him.

"I fuck my bitches raw, Jeremiah," she whispered in his left ear, pausing to chew gently on his earlobe. He moaned at this, bringing a wicked smile to Annie's lips. "I like that about you, Jere, you're so compliant. Now kneel there while I get myself ready."

Jeremiah did as he was told, observing the patterns of his bedspread and not Annie's movements throughout the room. He chewed his bottom lip, focused on the gentle white swirls of the black material below his achingly hard body. He needed a release, he longed to touch himself. To pull Annie's little body down onto his hardness, to fill her, make her scream, perhaps even, make her bleed. The thought of blood had brought a wave of pleasure to his erection, and he felt himself twitch.

"Don't do that," came an amused laugh from behind him. He didn't gaze over his shoulder as she approached, instead, he saw Annie's shadow envelope his body as she kneeled behind him on the Queen-sized bed. "I'm going to fuck you now," she informed him, and he felt her hands grip his hips roughly. "I won't relent until you bleed, Jeremiah. You're my bitch, remember?"

There was no warning, only the strange new sensation of something hard and cold trying to enter his body. She was pushing roughly but his tight body fought her intrusion, elongating the process and the pain. He wanted to cry out, wanted to beg her to force the entire length of the object inside his body, anything to make the pain stop. Instead, he bit his lip and tasted blood. The metallic saltiness filled him, bringing a new wave of pleasure through his abdomen. He growled, forcing his hips to slam back and meet Annie's desperate attempts to enter him.

"You're tight," she hissed through gritted teeth, and he felt her trying to work the foreign object further inside. "So fucking tight, Jeremiah. You little virgin bitch. Want to be controlled, need to be controlled. You want blood? I'll give you blood." She rambled as she worked, developing a rhythm as she slammed the pink length deep inside his body. He wanted to touch himself, wanted to reach behind his long body and touch Annie's wet lips. Instead, he focused on the new sensation, and vocalizing his appreciation for Annie's masterful strokes.

When the dark-haired vamp had finally begun to hit his prostate, Jeremiah cried out and felt the familiar stirrings of a release forming in his body. Somehow, Annie had known, and she had simply stated, "You can touch yourself, Jeremiah. Make yourself cum for me." And he had. She pulled out of him suddenly with his release, and he felt the pain of her exit and knew he was bleeding. Knew he had been split. "You wanted it," she had purred as she climbed away from his body and tossed the strap-on across the room. "You begged for me to fuck you, Jeremiah."

He had finally regained his senses as he felt her take his lifeless body into her mouth, had finally been able to think of words to speak. He watched her work slowly, passionately, and grinned as he ran a hand through her mussed tresses. "You're a good Master, baby," he groaned, his voice husky and deep with want. "And you'll make a perfect slave." Annie's blue eyes lit with curiousness, and she allowed his length to slip from between her soft, plush lips. "Now get all fours," he grinned, sitting up and gazing directly at the young woman. "It's my turn, and you're fucked!"



Control



This story is dedicated to J.C., a dear, valued friend. Thank you for helping me out of my own void and giving me the courage to never slide back into it. The gift of your time and your words will always be cherished. You helped me define a much brighter, fuller future and guided me out of that dark, lonely place I thought I'd have to live in. Thank you for the humor and patience in teaching me what you can from a distance and as a friend. Your Beloved is truly a lucky woman to be owned by a rare individual such as you.

Control.

There was no other word for it. He controlled her with a look, a whisper, sometimes a strong word or two. But he revered her too much to control her with violence.

Submission.

There was no other word for it. She willingly, achingly submitted to his control, to his desires and his whims. Her greatest joy was in bringing him pleasure.

As he sat on the couch in the library, he snapped his fingers. It was a sharp sound in the otherwise quiet room. She at once hastened to him, standing with her ankles as far apart as her tight, black skirt would allow.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he commanded her to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her hands trembled with a mixture of fear and desire. What would he make her do tonight? Would he allow her to have the sweet release she was more often denied? She left the blouse, unbuttoned, on her shoulders. Her lacy bra was visible, but just so.

She felt his eyes on her while hers remained downcast. She did not look away out of fear or shame but out of desire; she felt the need to not let him see how much she wanted him to take her. While her eyes did not look upon his face, she still kept her eyes upon his body, trying to discern exactly what he wanted.

He raised one finger on his right hand. She slowly moved her blouse down her shoulders. The sweet sound of silk rubbing silk whisked by until it dropped like a liquid pool at her feet. She took a small step to the left so that her three inch heels with the tiniest ankle straps were clearly visible to him, not hidden in the cloud of silk at her feet.

He made no motion and she simply stood there on display for a few moments, hands resting motionless at her sides. Her breathing quickened for surely his waiting was a sign that she would just be on display this evening and nothing more. He smiled inwardly at the sight of her breasts heaving with each deep breath she took. A small recess of her mind screamed out in frustrated desire; but she was flooded with the hope that she would meet his every expectation if all he chose to do was gaze upon her.

He issued his next wish with a casual flick of the wrist. She began to unhook the clasp of her skirt and slowly unzipped it. He had instructed her, early on in this relationship, to always move with care, with quiet contemplation. When he tapped a finger on his right hand, the skirt, too, fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, adjusting her resting stance so her legs were parted farther than the skirt had allowed. Her black lace panties and stockings with matching trim were offset by her creamy skin. Again, he simply stared, lovingly, longingly, at her body. Had she allowed herself to look at his eyes, she would have seen the hunger there. 

The minutes passed. She could hear the ticking clock on the mantel but was too consumed with pleasing him to track the time. She continually fought the desire to hug her arms to her body, to hide from his gaze. He knew she struggled with such impulses and delighted in seeing her broach a tipping point of disobedience, only to pull back from the cliff and again stand motionless before him. He watched her control herself, watched her submit herself to him and was pleased. He loved seeing a tiny shiver ripple across her body as she released the tension.

She was surprised to hear him shift in his seat, for as motionless as she was often forced to be, he, too, could hold himself still. She saw him tap the toe of his right foot, which caused her to turn around. She again planted her feet apart, praying that he would reach between her legs and roughly grab her sex. Her mind focused on figuring out what that would feel like because he had never done so before; he rarely used any force upon her these days. She had willingly become his obedient display object these last few months but the prayers that he would just take her had become more fervent. He sometimes did; that made it all the more sweet when he made her wait for it. But she missed some of the force he had to exert their first few times together. She wished he would just take her hard and surrender his reserve. And at the same time, she, time and time again, was brought to the brink of orgasm just knowing that she was answering his needs by being displayed.

He snapped, twice. Responding to his unspoken direction, she bent at the waist, keeping her knees straight, hands circling her ankles. This was one pose she feared; the blood in her body was pulled in multiple directions, some rushing to her head, the rest flooding the space between her legs that was on display to him, wrapped in the delicate black lace of her panties. She was always afraid she would displease him by losing her balance; the desire to meet his every need made her wet. Knowing that she was willingly spreading her legs for his benefit only added to the growing wetness. She soon feared she would feel a bead trickle down her thigh.

He left her there, seemingly not caring how long her head was down. But he was practiced at this and did not want her passing out. It seemed an eternity to her, lost in thoughts of balance, controlling her motions, her emotions, praying he was finding her beautiful. Soon, though, he knew it was time to let her up and she saw, between her legs, his foot tap again, thudding softly against the plush carpet. She rose slowly, as he instructed her during their first sessions, being sure to keep her knees straight, arching her back as she did so. 

She heard another snap, the crack breaking the stillness of the room. She turned to face him. She again cast her eyes away from his face, keeping them toward the floor but in line with his hands and feet, knowing from where his cues would come. She saw him tap a single finger on his left hand and momentarily lost herself wondering what it would feel like to have him slide the finger in her.

But she understood his command and reached behind to unclasp her bra. She let it drop to the floor, tossing it slightly aside. She raised her hands and clasped them behind her back, resting her wrists in the small of her back, fully aware of his unspoken command that when her breasts were uncovered, her arms were to be bound by her own volition. He allowed her the freedom of choosing the method; tonight she interpreted his signals that she would be on display for a long while and so bound her arms in such a way that she would be successful in maintaining her stillness.

He made a slight twirl with one upraised finger and she slowly circled around, knowing that he could see all of her, the slope of her breast, the curve of her hip, the way her breasts rose as she started to breathe more quickly, the roundness of her derrière, the arc of her back, the shape of her calf still shrouded in her stockings. She stopped suddenly upon hearing his snap, her back once again to him.

He slowly reached out and with the lightest of touches, traced the curve of the small of her back, just below her bound arms. The sharp intake of her breath broke the quiet of the room, for he never before touched her while she was undressing for him. She felt his finger ease into the fabric of her panties and she silently pleaded for him to just rip them off of her. He smiled when he heard the sharp intake of her breath. Slowly letting his finger slide around the curve of her hips, he reached toward her belly button, trailing so gently around. She bit her lip, hoping, praying his hand would inch downward. She was left frustrated with desire when he swiftly removed it.

He snapped again, and she turned to face him, her arms still tightly clasped behind her back. She did not see him lick his lips in anticipation, did not know his fervent wish to slide into her was clashing with his desire to admire all of her attributes from a small distance. He raised a finger on his right hand and she reached for the waist band of her lace panties. She took care to slide them slowly down her legs. With the deliberateness for which she was trained, she began to push them over her thighs, careful to not catch the lace trim of the stockings. As she passed her knees, inching the panties ever slowly downward, the lace rubbed lightly on the stockings, the soft rustle interrupting the silence of the room. Lifting one foot, then the other, she stepped out of them, tossing them aside as she freed herself. She returned to a standing position, her arms once again bound by her own accord in the small of her back.

She was startled to see and hear him stand. Their nights together usually resulted in her poised, ever so prettily near him while he went about his work. Sometimes he would reach out and stroke her leg while he read his reports. Other times, he would lean in, gently kissing her nipple or nibbling at her ear as he passed her while walking about the room. On gloriously rare occasions, he would concede to both their needs, the feel of him inside her raising her to climax all too quickly. These memories flooded through her mind as he walked toward her.

She took a sharp breath when his fingers danced across her skin. She had cast her eyes further to the ground as he grew closer, but now she hazarded a glance at his face. She saw the hunger in his eyes and felt relieved that he desired her just as much, if not more, than she him. His hand reached toward her breast, his finger tips gently following the curve, lightly trailing down her cleavage, stopping momentarily at her belly button. 

He placed his hands upon her hips, guiding her to take a few steps backwards. She felt her thighs brush into the desk behind her as he slightly lifted her to sit upon it. Instinctively she raised one foot to rest upon the top of the desk, the other dangling. She again looked into his eyes and caught him looking between her legs at the place newly exposed. He went to his knees and pulled her toward the edge of the desk so that she was barely resting upon it. A moan escaped her, breaking the silence of the room, at the moment his tongue touched her.

She lost herself in time and space as her skin continued to feel electrified by his actions. She did not want to break the magic of the moment but too soon felt the need to be released. He knew her body, felt the tensing of her legs, and grew more fervent, but not letting her fall down the precipice. He smiled inwardly knowing he brought her the same, if not more pleasure than she brought him.

He moved to stand before her and briskly unzipped his pants. In his haste he did not feel it necessary to undress with the care she had used. He plunged into her, shocked at the heat emanating off of her. Their bodies thrust against each other in unison, skin upon skin, cracking through the room much like his earlier snaps. He held her hips, her raised leg wrapped around his. His mouth went to her breasts and the moment his lips touched her, she arched her back into him, tensing around his strength inside her, and he felt her release. The feel of her inner muscles clinging to him, wrapped tightly around him, mingled with the smell of her juices tipped him over the edge and he filled her.

The remained entwined for a few moments, panting together. He held her, arms wrapped around her tightly, her head drawn to his shoulder. As he ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek, he said with all the pride of a man who cherished the gift of her: "Mine."

© 2011 Chiara_searches



Control



I turn the knob and can tell that you left the door open, just as I requested. I walk through the house to find you right where I told you to be, beside the hot tub. You stand as I come outside. Your hands fall to the side of your robe, and I can catch a slight tremble in your hand. You start to speak, but I stop you. I look in your eyes and see a mix of emotions battling for control. There is fear. There is confusion. There is playfulness. But most of all there is desire.

I smile and calmly tell you to disrobe. Now your nerves percolate to the surface. You are barely able to hold back from saying that you can't do it. But the courage finds you. I keep my eyes locked deeply in yours as you untie the knot and the robe falls quickly to the floor.

You feel your confidence rise when I can't suppress my smile. You realize I am unabashedly feasting on the sight of you in the hot pink bathing suit. And you know deep inside of you that I am enjoying everything I see. You want to kiss me. But again I resist. I tell you to turn all the way around for me, but do it slowly. You comply, knowing I will be examining every inch of you. The mere thought of it has you damp despite your best intentions. 

You are facing me now. I take your hand in mind and lead you to the hot tub. I have you step into the water and you watch as I strip to my bathing suit. I sit next to you. The night air is cool but the warm water teases your skin. I lean to kiss you, but won't let you kiss me back. My kiss is hard, assertive. You know that it is I that want you; that it is I who will have you and you that will be had. I part your lips and my tongue enters your mouth. When I have kissed you before, the kisses were soft. But tonight they are fierce, almost animal-like in their desperation. I put my hands on your face and pull you even close to me. You moan as my mouth leaves yours. You want more but I won't give it to you. Instead, I softly begin teasing your ears, and nibbling them enough to make you gasp. You try to wrap your hands around my neck, but I hold them back. You are to be touched, and not to touch. You look confused as your eyes meet mine. But the look of determination and passion in my eyes reassures you and you relent.

You feel my hands on your hips and a rush washes over your body. But I surprise you by lifting you up and onto my lap, facing away from you. Your long hair washes over my face, and you realize I am relishing the mere smell of you, of having you so close to me. My hands circle your waist and our bodies are as close as they have ever been. Between my heavy breathing on your neck and the hard cock resting against your back, you suddenly realize the effect you are having on me. Your body comes alive. You begin to move along with my hands, grinding against my body and making me moan in desire. You realize your body is following my hands, that I am directing how you move against me. I am pushing you in small circles around my cock, and you are physically under my control. I am not thrusting or grinding against you, but using you to grind against me.

I begin to kiss your neck and ears. My hand is on the front of your neck as I softly kiss the back. My fingers move to your mouth. But I don't let you suck them. Instead, I trace lightly around your lips. The feeling is light, soft and sensual. It matches the intensity of the kisses I am giving you from behind. You feel you can hardly stand it, and reach back to wrap your hands around my neck in warm appreciation.

But again your touch is refused. I gently but firmly pull your hands back down and put them on your knees. I do not let you remove them. Now you are leaning slightly away from me and I can see the curve of your back. I start to run my hands up and down your spine as I hold you totally motionless. Then you suck in your breath as you realize I am slowly lowering the straps of your bathing suit. I kiss your newly exposed shoulders and lower them all the way down. You feel my hands wrap back around to the front, searching for what they want so badly. Although you know it's coming, the touch on your nipples startles you. You feel from my fervent touch how much my hands are enjoying their conquest. You lean back and surrender them to me. You feel my hands are everywhere, running all around your large soft breasts, tweaking and teasing your nipples, but also stroking your stomach and pulling you to me. 

I take your hands and finally let you touch. But it's not my body that you may touch. I have your hands join mine on your breasts. With equal passion, we join each other in rubbing and teasing your nipples and feeling the soft give of your wonderful breasts. 

Finally, you hear my voice. "Stop. I need to see you." I move you off my lap and walk across the tub. You look confused and it is almost painful for you to stop. But then you look at me and fall back under my control. You see I have a plan for you. "Stand up." You immediately comply. Resistance does not even occur in your mind. "Take your suit off. And do it slowly." Your emotions surge. You almost resent the command. You're afraid to be naked, to open yourself to me. But you can't resist. Your hands comply with the command through a will of their own. They are not listening to the doubt in your mind. Before you can stop them, they have removed your suit and you are naked to the world. And your world tonight is just me. 

Your fear is instantly replaced by pleasure as you see me turn flush, barely able to control how much I want you. I am enjoying every moonlit inch of your porcelain skin. "Sit down on the ledge." My voice is stern but throaty, and you hold back a smile knowing that the mere sight of you has broken my will. 

But my composure quickly returns. "Move your knees apart." You accept the challenge and part your legs. I am not shy about what I want, and you watch my eyes finding your pussy. I am enjoying how wet you are and you are enjoying showing me. "Now, I want you to touch your self. But slowly, and you will use just one hand." You comply and greedily begin to stroke your clit. You see how hard I am and how much I want you. I am not touching myself. I prefer to save myself entirely for you. "Go inside yourself." You comply, and feel how tight it is. I tell you to go in and out, fuck yourself like I will later. You hesitate, but you know I will not accept your resistance. You start to move your finger in and out, thinking of the release you will have when that finger is finally replaced with my cock. "Now another." That's too far. You know it in your heart. But you must have it and you must comply. Scared and aroused, you bring your other hand to join. And for my pleasure and at my command, you begin to fuck yourself. Your eyes are closed and you are lost in the demonstration, as you long to show me just how much and how hard you want to be fucked. 

I tell you harder, faster. But you don't notice me leaving the tub. You startle as you feel my breath on your ears and I whisper to you. "It's time." I remove your hands from your now soaking pussy. I kiss them, tasting you. I smile as you see that I am holding the sash to the robe in my hand. You realize I am moving your hands behind you and will tie them with the sash. Your brow is furrowed in fear and shock. But I give you a smile and look in your eyes. And in that gaze you see all that lies between us: friendship, trust, caring, and a passion neither of us knows how to control. You know that I would never hurt you. And you know that you must submit.

The sash is not taunt, but tight enough that your back is arched. Now I stand in front of you and you are exposed to me completely. And I kiss you. This time, it's not aggressive, it's not painfully determined. It's soft, grateful for your submission, grateful that you have chosen to share this experience with me. My body pushes your knees apart and I move close to you. I begin to kiss you deeper and deeper, our tongues wrapped together as close as our bodies. My kisses regain their fervor, their strength and their ardor. You realize I am in complete control but that I will only use that control to make you feel bliss. I begin to kiss your neck, my hands again on those beautiful breasts that are now pushed out to meet my touch. I am alternating between teasing you softly and ravishing them with the fury I can barely control. Finally my mouth joins my hands and they work in rhythm on your nipples, your back arching even further in encouragement. 

But I soon leave your breasts, and begin to kiss my way to my real target. My kisses on your stomach are light, gentle. I find the skin there soft and welcoming. I move back, kissing each of your knees that are floating in the warm water. Our eyes are locked. Our mutual lust for the same thing is throbbing through our bodies like electricity. But I am slow to let you have it. Instead, I wrap your legs around me. You remember how much I enjoy your soft lovely legs and you relent. I am on my knees, just my head is above water. But I kiss you nonetheless. Each slow, burning inch feels like a mile for you. Your agony builds as you wait for the release. Finally you feel my lips above your pussy. A light kiss followed by my tongue. Then to the right. A light kiss, followed by my tongue. Then to the left. A light kiss and then my tongue.

Finally, I kiss your center. It is soft, wet and ready for me. I admire how wet you are, with a sense of both pride and satisfaction that you are in enjoying yourself as much as I had hoped. My kiss lingers, my lips just at the top of your pussy. I give you another kiss, still soft but more assertive. Then my lips part and my tongue lightly caresses you. I do the same all the way down your slit, soft kisses letting you know you will get just what you want. I then part my lips, and as lightly as I can I run my tongue all the way back to your awaiting clit.

I am encouraged by the feel of your thighs tightening around my head. I begin to lick harder and faster, encircling your clit with my lips as my tongue does its work. I use my hands to spread you, and am greeted with you bucking your hips into me, telling me you want more and more. I give you what you demand. My jaw works faster and faster, I am kissing and licking as you as much as I can. My tongue finds the same rhythm as your hips. I surprise you by sliding a finger deep inside you. You moan as you feel our bodies together, almost singular in their mutual desire. I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking it inside of me as my finger probes deep into you. My finger is inverted, searching for that spot that will make you moan. I feel you fucking me back and my mind wonders to the thought that I want my cock inside of you and need our bodies as one. I feel how wet your pussy has become. I can't resist you any more. I bring you to the brink of orgasm. 

But I stop.

I look in your eyes and no words are needed. I release you from the sash and we grab our towels. You lead me to a room and I tell you to lie on the bed. Every corpuscle in my body screams your name. But I hold back. I need to look at this beautiful woman and give thanks for the incredible gift she has given me. You are needful, your body practically whining for completion. I come to the end of the bed and climb up. I hold your ankles and spread them before me. I lean forward and you feel my weight on your body. I put my forehead on yours. You kiss me for the gesture. "I want you, and I have to have you." You nod your assent. 

You expect fear to set in when you feel my hands on you again. But now all is calm. The only thing in your veins is the adrenaline of desire. You feel me enter you, and I kiss you. Our bodies are finally joined as one. I do nothing but hold the sensation. I do not move, but want to enjoy being with you for as long as I can. Barely able to stand it, I thrust deeper inside you, as far as I can. I feel you respond, pushing back together with me. Our bodies find their rhythm. We are one. There is no control here. We feel only togetherness, depth, passion and need. I bite my lip. I am holding your thighs, pushing them back so I can get deeper and deeper inside you and make our bodies feel even more together. The tightness I feel amazes me. I hold back my desire, resist my urges. My whole world is focused on pleasing you. I push harder and harder, seeking your ecstasy. Your moans tell me you are not far from it.

It happens like the bursting of a dam. You can't hold it back. Its warmth swarms over you, practically burning you with pleasure. You cry of pleasure is quickly followed by my own, as my body quivers and releases everything I've held back. The feeling lasts a lifetime. We spend eons in that moment, pleasure out-of-time washing over us. 

We are now face to face. All we can do is laugh. Our bodies are electric. Ever pore is sensitive and alert. You rest your head on my chest. My hand runs through your silken hair. I kiss the top of your head and wrap my arms around you. Nothing else in the world matters. I pull the blanket over us like a cocoon. Our talk is brief, light and happy. We fight sleep. We fail. Our bodies betray us into the deepest sleep we have ever known. The sleep comes quick, and when it does our bodies are wrapped tightly together. Arms are intertwined. Legs have become a spider web. There is no telling where one begins and the other ends.



Control



You are out at lunch with some family members, rather large group that you hadn't seen in awhile...while you're laughing, joking, smiling, and reminiscing, you get a text from me.

Curious, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, open it, and it reads, "You wanna play?" Your thoughts rush back to the night before...where you laid me down, softly took control and rewarded my full submission.

You're confused...kind of scared, kind of excited, mostly intrigued. You're not used to surprises. They make you feel unprepared...naked and exposed. You told me that from the beginning. No surprises.

Despite the little wave of panic in your chest, your curiosity won out. You replied, "Play what?" Thinking more, "What are you up to?" 

You wait, nervously looking at your phone every 5 minutes for a reply, just in case you'd missed something. You hadn't. 

Reluctantly, you put your phone back to it's pocket, and try to rejoin conversation, however, you're only half engaged, as you can't seem to get my cryptic message out of your head. 

"Wanna play?" What could that possibly mean? You rack your mind and come up with an infinite number of possibilities, your head wrung with ideas. 

At last, lunch is over, and you must part ways. You wait in line to pay the tab, still conversing with a family member, and you receive another text from me. 

It states: "My game." You're partially aroused, yet still nervous, as you fumble with some cash, dropping it on the floor.

Thoughts collide inside your head, you can't wait to get out of there to send me another text, searching for more information...something, anything that would clue you in on what I was talking about, planning, no idea what was to unfold.

You sit in your car, and catch a whiff of my perfume. You look around frantically, knowing that I'm there somewhere, half wishing that I'd cut it out and get it over with already, half wanting to continue this game of cat and mouse. 

Your thoughts turn back to the phone and my message. You try to call me, and hear my message on the phone...personalized for you..."Not so fast, mister. You have to play by my rules, this time." 

You type, "What game? What's this all about?" Again, no answer.

You drive in traffic home, unable to rid your mind of my scent or my game. You come inside, and get another text from me. This time it's a picture. 

You greedily accept it, curse the phone company for being so fucking slow. Don't they know the urgency that sits in the pit of your stomach? 

After what seems to be like an eternity, the message reaches you. 

You open it up and see a picture of my hazel eyes with "I" typed underneath, followed by my soft, pink lips biting into a piece of green apple, a spot of juice by my freckle on my chin, with the word "want," typed underneath. 

"God, do you know how much this is killing me?" you say, as if I were standing there in front of you. Your cock throbs as you yearn to lick the rogue juice from my mouth. 

The third slide flashes a picture of you sleeping. It states "You." You search, trying to think of a time when you were asleep, when I was not, and it drives you crazy that you can't.

You try to call me again, and get a new voice message, "Nope, James, now I told you, this was my game...we can play yours later...but tonight, you belong to me." Despite your anxiety, this turns you on even more. 

You start looking through the house, scouring every nook I could be hiding in, looking behind every door. Nothing. You decide to sit on the bed and wait, and plot the dirty, unforgivable things you want to do to me, you know how to make me beg...and you drift off to sleep.

You awake to the door closing, and your nose is sweet with Clinique: Happy, my signature fragrance. You sit up scanning, once again, but all you see is a note on the chair, written in my loopy penmanship. 

It says, " Get dressed." 

Your eyes distinctively look to the closet where you see I've laid out a pale green shirt, with a shiny off-white tie, your dark jeans, and my favorite black pinstriped suit jacket-decidedly dressed down. 

You let out a belly laugh when you see a new pair of red Chuck Taylor's hanging from the handle of the closet. 

"Go figure...she always has to toss something else in there just to make it her own." You go to put them on and find another note stuck in there. 

It says, "Meet me at the studio."

A wave of relief passes over you, as you get to finally talk to me to see what this is all about...but then just that thought hits you, and your relief is replaced by intrigue, arousal, and there's always that small little panic, greedily gnawing away at the base of your skull. 

You hop in your car, and are once again, greeted with the olfactory confirmation that I've been there. You shake your head, as this foreign hunger fills you. You're pissed that I'm playing with you like this...like you're my goddamn puppet, little children's plaything. 

Yet, you also are strangely intrigued as to how long I'd been planning this, how I could have kept it from you, what game I'm talking about, what you might be walking into once you get to the studio. 

My scent snaps you back to reality, and the fucking traffic that is keeping you from getting to the meaning of all of this.

You arrive at the studio, a charming 2 story Victorian with a Widow's peak and multicolored hydrangeas in the front, and pull to the back, park, and sit in your car for a few seconds, you see no one else's car, and the studio is dark. Naturally. 

"How else would it be?" you think, as you pause to collect yourself, allowing the rage slip away, in your controlled, regimented way. 

You decide that you will play along...to a point...you still don't like the idea of walking into something you don't know, and that strange, panicky, urgent arousal threatens to escape as you stop to pick me some roses, lilacs, and lavender with the gardening shears that just happen to be laying there...

You fumble for your keys, taking the shears with you, and find a simple, hourglass-shaped cobalt vase sitting near the sink. You now know that the shears were not there because I merely forgot them. 

You realize at that moment that I'm into your head. I know you, almost more than you know yourself, which both scares the shit out of you, and gives you this odd, satisfying, sense of relief all at once. 

You finish cutting the flowers and you're sick of all of this nonsense that keeps fucking with your head, and you're ready to see me...finally. 

You wash your hands as you meticulously retrieve every piece of greenery out of the sink into the trashcan. 

You carry the flowers and arrange them in the vase, leaving them on the table. 

Fixing one stray, uncooperative lilac, your eyes focus on the vase, and you think back to the last time you ran your fingers down my fleshy, ample form, lingering in the curve of my waist, How your fingers traced the fullness of my hips, and you find yourself absentmindedly stroking the side of the vase, getting hard, once again. 

You snap back and realize that as soon as you find me, your fantasy can become reality. The urgency returns, boiling low in your gut, increasing as you find a trail of the pinkest rose petals-the exact hue of my lips you long to kiss- as you descend the stairs, deciding to follow it. 

It leads you to the great room, dark, and deserted, except for my large, white backdrop on its stand, and in front of it...your chair. A smile crosses your lips as you remember the acts performed on private display in that chair, how you bent me over and took control, once again, watching my face in the mirror, as you filled me, asking for my submission, which I freely gave on that night.

As you creep nearer, you see a 2 pairs of handcuffs, sitting there. Beneath them, you find a note. 

It says, "I've submitted to you time and again, freely, willingly, greedily. You have opened my eyes to so many things. But tonight is your night to surrender yourself to me. You must do this first, willingly, in order for this night to progress. Do I have your submission? If so, I'll know when you fasten these handcuffs, first to the chair, then to your wrists."

You suck in a breath and freeze. Your eyes scan the room, looking for somebody watching, and find no one, but once again, the slight hint of my perfume ignites your senses. The internal struggle is enough to make you scream. You want to finish what I've started, this burning, aching in your groin, but it's murder for you to give up control...and I know it.

You sit in the chair, curiosity winning out, and no sooner than you'd sealed your fate with the last click of the cuffs, a blinding light pierces the darkness. You shut your eyes, reflectively and suck in a breath. You hold it for a second, and are suddenly aware of a flickering light. Startled, you realize it's reflecting off the sheet in front of you. You open your eyes and see that it's a silent, black and white 8mm home movie. 

I'm blowing kisses at the camera give it a quick wink, and pull a man's hand from out behind the camera. You see me walking to the bedroom, playfully kicking off my patent stilettos, smiling and laughing, you know in an instant that the hand you saw was not familiar. 

You are instantly hardened as I wiggle my hips, the way I always do, to get out of my black pencil skirt. 

Bending over, I kick it off, following it to the floor, revealing my famous boy shorts, lace, lavender and sheer this time. 

I pause and give the camera a wink behind me, allowing it to survey my perfect, round ass, before drawing myself back up to work on the buttons of my black silky, polka-dotted blouse, complete with bow at the neck, which allows the blouse to be held up, as it's sleeveless and bares my shoulders, revealing the indentations of my collarbone. 

I slowly pull the tie loose, and the silk yields, falling open, exposing the top of my cleavage. 

I sway and smile as I start to undo my buttons, slowly, one at a time. 

Your cock aches to be released, as I've created this entire seductive dance just for you; but not quite, singly. There is the matter of the man behind the video camera, undoubtedly hard, as he watches me silently strip for you. 

The thought that he is watching and wanting turns you on even more, and you look down as a trickle of blood flows down your left wrist. You wince, as you didn't realize you were pulling so hard on the cuff.

I slowly remove my blouse, revealing a string of pearls that skims the top of my navel, and a lace demi corset that makes my tits look the most fantastic you've ever seen them look. 

God, what you wouldn't do to rip the arms off the chair and run to me, tearing off my corset, and fucking me like the little slut you know I am, with him watching. But, the chair doesn't yield as easily as your tender flesh.

The camera gets set down on top of the dresser, and the videographer reveals himself. You recognize him instantly as the voyeur from the gym. 

I instantly back him up against the wall, kiss him hard, and turn my head, looking at you, directly into the camera as he kisses my neck and discards my corset, grabs my pearls and pulls me again close, for another hot, wet, impassioned kiss, before I fall to my knees, licking my soft, pink mouth, greedily, as I hastily unfasten his tight dark jeans, revealing his hard upturned erect cock. 

I slowly drag my tongue up the base of it; he lets out a small yelp as I slowly linger on the tip, my mouth washing over his desire for me. I turn back to the camera as I'm fondling him with my tongue, and give you a wink, which once again, ignites your senses. You've never been this high before.

My lips slowly fall over the entirety of his form, using my hands as a guide, I slide his cock in and out of my mouth, him even more excited that the tables have turned, that you're watching him this time. 

You see his body start to tighten, his abs and legs clench, he grabs his hair, and digs his palm into the wall. 

God, what you wouldn't give to watch him bend me in half over the footboard and fuck me. 

Just when you think you cant stand it anymore, he explodes, filling my mouth, spilling out of the side, and your mind darts back to the text of the apple, as he yanks my head back and licks the cum off my lips, we both give you a knowing look into the camera, as his tongue outlines my chin, and he pulls me into him for one more kiss. You let out an audible groan. You wanted to be the one licking his hot, sticky cum off my lips as he watched.

The camera goes to fuzz and the room goes black. Again, you're greeted by my scent. Such a great name, you think, they must've known the instant reaction it would have on men. 

Again, you squint as a light is flipped on, this time, a spotlight from behind the sheet. Centered within the spot, your cock jumps as you instantly recognize my form. 

My full, round, breasts, my ample, perfectly shaped ass, my hips, which balance out my tits so nicely, and my small, hourglass waist. 

You see my profile and focus on my full lips and notice my tousled hair, framing my face right beneath my brows, but where is the rest of it? You lift your eyes and realize that it's tucked up under a fedora. You love it when I wear a hat. 

I undo the tie from the form-fitting trench you had missed that I was wearing, so caught up in the moment, instinctively licking your lips and swallowing, as to catalyze the events set into motion by me. 

You look down and see the precum gracing the front of your jeans, and you ache to unzip the zipper that holds your desire captive.

It drops to the floor, and suddenly, you flush, anticipating what's to come. 

You feel your temperature and hardness rise again as I take off the hat and shake out my hair, and instead of stripping, you see me slip out of my shoes, and watch me slowly put on a pair of stockings, and notice the roundness of my ass and see the little ruffle on the back of my panties. 

You think about the time you bent me over the chair, the very chair that you are sitting in. 

Your senses scream, and you are suddenly aware of the sweat rolling off your brow, and you wish you could loosen your tie, use the cuffs on me, cuffing my hands to my ankles, yanking the ruffle aside, not even bothering to remove my panties...just urgently, needfully, greedily, taking me as I'm pulling the stocking up my thigh.

You realize that I've finished with the stockings, and have put the stilettos back on, and you appreciate the swing of my hips as I walk toward the sheet, tear it down, and toss it to the side as you visually devour my black corset, much like the one in the movie, and black panties with white polka-dots.... and always, the sexy little ruffles on the back. You see the stockings are black and have the pin-up seam up the back, and notice how much heels really accentuate my strut. If it only weren't for the fucking cuffs, you would have had me by now...

As I come closer, my scent is stronger, and you suddenly feel no pain, sweat, heat, only adrenaline, and the electricity running through your groin. You notice that you're not the only one wearing a tie...mine matches yours, and you long to pull it-me toward you-anything to get closer to me, to touch me, feel me smell me, be one with me, devour me.

I am finally before you, devilish grin in tow, lapping up every second of your agony. You had no idea I could be such a mean little cock tease, but that's only the tip of the iceberg. 

You try to touch me as I start to unfasten your belt. I lean in, just out of your reach, and whisper into your ear, "Remember, this is my game...and the rules are no touching." You flash me a hardened look and set your jaw, letting out an exasperated sigh, as you begrudgingly grip the armrests. 

I continue to unwind your belt from your waist, your cock jumping at each loop I exit. You lean back and watch my face as I undo the button on your pants, excited as a kid, on Christmas morning, opening up my presents, you know how much I love your cock. 

I loosen your tie, and rip open your shirt, buttons flying in all directions, revealing your sculptured, chiseled chest. I then finish your pants, slowly watching you squirm as I unzip them and slide them down your hips, to your ankles and cast them aside. 

Seamlessly turning on a dime, I take my own panties, and slowly slide them down my hips, watching your face, as I bend over and step out of them, baring my glistening, neatly shaven pussy, inches from your tongue that begs to bury itself in me.

I turn around, and straddle you on the chair, feeling the outline of your hardness throb beneath your boxer briefs, willing it inside my hot, wet slit sitting on your lap. 

I lean toward you and dodge your kiss. Instead, I grab your hair, you softly moan as I bare your neck and trace it with my tongue, stand up off of you, dropping to my knees, while I start toward your erect nipples, you brace yourself for my tongue. 

I only come close enough for you to feel my hot breath tracing its way down your body, pausing at your boxers, licking the wetness we both created on your underwear. 

You squirm as you silently will me to take them off and take your cock in my mouth, and you rock your hips so I can take them off, which I do...ever so slowly and patiently with my teeth. You shudder as you can feel my breath on your tight, perfectly erect cock, for it is me who wields the control tonight.

Your are reminded of your helplessness when I spot your wrist, and the fresh, red life oozing from it. I pull the cuff aside and lick the salty blood. You draw in a jagged breath at the hurt mixed with pleasure as your cock bounces in agreement, once again. 

I hover above you, straddling you in the chair; just to where the head of your precum covered cock can feel the heat of my pussy. 

Your senses scream, as you want so badly to be in me, thrusting as deep as you can go. 

But I don't let you. Not yet. 

I lean in to you, you nuzzle your face into my chest, and I let you suck at my nipples a bit, quivering, chest heaving, pulse quickening, as this is the first time I've let you touch me all night. 

I pull back, and the head of your swollen cock makes contact with my equally aroused wet little clit, and watch your face as I slide it slowly down the lips and in, just the head.

Every nerve in your body screams as you writhe to make it go in. 

"Just a little farther," you beg me with your eyes, but again, not yet. 

I come close to kiss you, once again. Just breathing on your lips sends a shudder through your body. 

I allow you to kiss, but on my terms. I retreat when you try take control. You submit, and allow me to dart in and run my tongue down the length of your bottom lip, instinctively parting them. 

You smell me again, a heady mixture of perfume and sex, as I lean close to your ear and say, "How bad do you want it, James?" 

You moan in response, "God, I need you right now." 

"Beg." 

"Please...God I can't take it anymore, just fuck me, hard." 

I give you a wink as I pull your head to the side and kiss you hard, on the mouth, my tongue exploring yours, and I continue to tease, lightly stroking the head of your hardness with my wetness. 

You reflexively reach for my hips and slam them down onto you, realizing that while you were begging, I relieved you of your restraint. 

I throw my head back and moan in pleasure as I allow you to take control, doing what you do best, for I got what I wanted this evening: your voluntary submission, and I made you beg.

I willingly submit to your demands and run my nails up your arms and into your hair, our breath is in perfect sync as we both explode, exchanging our fluids, and collapse into a sweaty, exhausted, entangled heap on the chair, embracing, both still shuddering, drinking in each other's kiss, with you still inside me.




Control



...Later that week, you once again smell me in your car, and find a DVD with the label: "Wanna Play Me?" 

A smile crosses your lips as you remember the electricity of that evening. You walk in, come up behind me, and put your arms around me, like you know I love so much, kiss me on the neck, spin me around, and kiss me until I almost melt into the floor. 

"So, what's this?" you ask with a grin. 

"Pop it in and see." 

You pull me into the bedroom and I take my perch, snuggled into your shoulder. You start the movie, and realize that I taped our encounter. 

You sit and watch in awe at my control over you, your submission to me...you're amazed at how easy I was able to turn the tables, starting with a little text message. 

You look over and see that I'm asleep next to you, and you instinctively kiss my forehead. You watch as you take over, and then your hands reach down your boxers, playing with your arousal. 

You watch until we almost finish, and you notice the camera shake, and hear sharp jagged breaths, close to the camera. 

You see a male hand flash in front of the camera, trying to steady it, and hear a soft moan followed by, "Fuck." 

The screen goes to fuzz, and you look at me, in disbelief.

My smile gives me away; you know I wasn't really asleep...and that we weren't the only ones that had a happy ending...



Control



My second story. Again all feedback and criticism is welcome. Please take a moment to tell me what you really think about this and if you would please check out my other story. I don't know if any women responded before but I am eager to hear a woman's point of view on these stories. This story is also about 95% true.

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My name is Kevin. I'm 32 years old and I live in San Diego and attend Thomas Jefferson School of Law in downtown San Diego. It's my second year and if I'm lucky I'll be a lawyer sitting behind a desk taking advantage of the country here in a few years. I always tell people that when I become a lawyer I will sue a squirrel if it looks at me cross eyed. Jaded is my middle name. Long gone are the days of my youth filled with the bliss that only ignorance can provide. Unfortunately when the ignorance faded it began a journey of bitterness and anger that has created the future lawyer that I am today. But I digress. This story is not about my hatred of the world or our government. 

Unless you're an engineer, scientist, or get lucky enough to get a government job then San Diego is not the best job market in the world. So when I moved to San Diego with nothing more than a few dollars and a degree in Sociology (thanks for the worthless 50K degree University of Central Florida and counselors) my job prospects were limited. I had moved to San Diego on a whim after visiting a few years earlier. I didn't know anyone nor did I have any connections. It was only a few months into my life there when I realized that my particular degree was a worthless piece of paper and the only way I was going to make it work for me was to continue my education. That is how I ended up in what I now consider to be one of the most evil professions of all time. 

So there I was 30 years old and selling cars in San Diego. A college graduate doing a job that someone out of high school could get. The first few weeks on the job I kept telling myself it was temporary. I made an effort to become somebody I was not. When I got to work I flipped a switch inside my head and instantly became what appeared to others to be a mysterious, unfriendly, and brooding loner. People realized it was not me in time when they would watch me with customers. Just as I flipped the switch to not let any of my co-workers know the real me I would also flip a switch with customers and become the nicest car salesman they had ever met. 

There's a lot of downtime for car salesmen. Albeit rare there were days where we did not see a single customer. I would go to work and be cordial with my co workers but during the down time I would make an effort to avoid them. I would smoke in the parking lot by myself and take long walks. Other times I would sit at my desk and doodle or read trying to pass the time until I was off or a customer showed up. This behavior did not go unnoticed for long.

I first noticed Christie on my second day at the dealership. She was a tall girl, probably about 5'10, enormous tits, dark almost black hair going past her shoulders and almost halfway down her back. I had always gone for the more petite and tiny girls but Christie changed that for me. She had an incredible ass that was bigger than anything I had ever touched and yet due to her height and frame she carried it great. If I had to compare her to someone I would compare her to Marilyn Monroe only a slightly bigger frame. She was not fat at all and I remember one of the older salesman saying "That's how a woman should be built" in reference to her one day. 

Christie was 26 years old and she was the DMV clerk at our dealership. She worked a 9-5 and over time I noticed she only spoke with select employees on the sales side. She would talk to the managers and only a few salesmen. It was obvious she was a little stuck up or so I thought at the time. Lucky for me she was a smoker which is how we started talking.

I had been there for about 3 months and Christie and I had only exchanged smiles and the customary good mornings and good nights when she would be leaving. She was never rude to me and I was never rude to her but I got the feeling she could care less to get to know me. Then one day she turned that idea upside down. Our employer had just established smoking areas for us. No more walking around the lot smoking. Now we had to all gather in one of several areas out of sight of the customers. After all nothing is more offensive in California than a cigarette smoker. That is how Christie and I found ourselves smoking together one afternoon.

"Can I ask you a question?" she said.

"Sure what's up?"

"What's your problem? Why don't you talk to anyone?" Christie asked.

I stood there for a few seconds just staring at her trying to think of a good answer that would get her to leave me alone. After a few seconds of silence with her staring at me waiting for an answer I decided to just stick with the truth.

"I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to make money. I just want to come in here and do my job. No one was friendly to me when I started here and some of those jerks inside treated me like shit. I don't plan on being here that long either."

"I've heard that before, Kevin. People come into this business because they can't find other work and then they realize they can make a decent living if they can put up with the shit. Most lifers in the car business stumbled into it just like you."

I shot her a rude look and then said "OK what's YOUR problem? Can I be honest with you and not ruffle your feathers?"

Christie looked perplexed and then said "Yes." I was worried I was about to open my mouth when I shouldn't but today I felt like talking for a change. Being quiet at work all the time was getting to me. I needed some human interaction other than customers with whom I was always super phony.

"OK, Christie. Don't take this the wrong way please. But you aren't exactly Miss Personality around here either. You walk around like you're better than everyone else and I've seen you be rather rude with a couple of other employees, too. I get the feeling that you girls in the back office look down on us car salesmen just like the customers do. But in reality you wouldn't have a job if it weren't for us up front. If we don't sell cars there won't be any DMV paperwork work for you to do to make your 10 bucks an hour. So I ask you Christie what is YOUR problem?"

Christie was inhaling her cigarette as I finished what I had to say and she calmly exhaled in one big cloud as if to signal to me that I was about to get an ass chewing. I didn't care. This bitch better watch it with me. I told myself if she went off I would give it right back. Then she started.

"First of all I make 19 dollars an hour thank you very much and that's on top of health, dental, and other benefits. If you think my job is easy maybe you should try and do it. You obviously don't have a clue as to what I do. DMV clerk is one of the most important positions at a car dealership. We sell over a one hundred cars every month and I have to do paperwork on all those, plus the trade ins, and all the used cars that we bring in from auction as well. If I make one mistake it can have long lasting repercussions that can require countless hours to fix. As far as my problem I don't have one. People come and go in this business. There's no point in developing friendship with people who are going to be here a month. If I did that my personal life would be out of control. You probably noticed I do talk to Brad and Ed but they've been here for almost 10 years. Also I'm talking to you aren't I? Most car guys are douche bags. In the 4 years I've been here I've been hit on by over a dozen salesmen. It gets old. All they want to do is fuck me. No one is looking for a relationship and I'm not a car sales whore."

"A car sales whore?" I asked. I liked the way this girl talked. When she said "fuck me" I felt my cock stir a little. If you don't count the Asian massage parlors I hadn't been laid since getting to San Diego almost 6 months ago. 

"One of those girls that get in this business and ends up being fucked by so many car guys. They're out there. It's usually the receptionist or the occasional female salesperson. My brother is a sales manager at Toyota down the street and he's been in this business for over 10 years. I had a leg up before I got this job. I know how salesmen are and I know girls whose reputations are ruined because everyone knows everyone in this business and everyone talks. We had a girl a couple years ago who went into sales and slept with 3 different salesmen in a year and now the whole industry here in San Diego talks like she's some mega whore. That's not gonna happen to me. I keep my personal life and my professional life separate."

I looked at her differently now. She wasn't stuck up any more than I was. She was just careful. I saw a girl who was wise beyond her years and her bluntness and honesty impressed me. We talked for a while and it was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. I worked at the dealership for another year during which time we became smoking buddies. Christie had a boyfriend that was not in the car business and he would stop by every once in a while and he and I became friendly, too. 

Over the next year Christie and I became smoke buddies. We would always smoke around the same time and if it was only us we would always be happy about it because it allowed us to talk openly. What started as a smoking relationship quickly turned into more. Both of us started opening up to each other about the rest of our lives. One thing I absolutely liked about her was I never heard a negative word come out of her regarding her boyfriend. I was single the entire year with the exception of a few awful dates so I never really had much to talk about when it came to relationships either. 

As time went on I found myself becoming more and more attracted to Christie but knew that I couldn't act on it. I accepted that we would never have anything more than this friendship. One day before work I hit up an Asian massage parlor and actually told her about it. I hadn't had sex but I did get a hand job and I told her this.

"Gross! You let some Asian chick you don't even know give you a hand job?! I didn't know you were into prostitutes."

"Oh give me a fucking break. It's a massage and they play with my balls and jerk me off after. So fucking what? I respect those women a lot more than I respect these little sack chasing hoes here in San Diego that won't date a guy unless he drives a BMW. At least the massage girls are honest. They're not romancing your money out of your wallet. It's a consensual thing where both parties win."

"Whatever Kevin. It's prostitution."

"Did I say it wasn't? So what if they want to sell what they have? Women can give it away but oh no they can't fucking sell it. Look. I don't want my daughter if I ever had one to be a prostitute and I don't want her jerking guys off at the end of massages either. But where's that liberal girl that I know? Who are you to tell someone what they can and cannot do with their bodies? You complain about the Bible thumpers well it's no different. If I want to pay some chick to massage my balls and I want to smoke weed all day and then marry a guy it's nobody's fucking business. Unless I'm hurting you, costing you money, or taking from you then no one has a right to tell me how to live my life. I'm shocked Christie. I never knew you to be that judgmental. I'm just gonna" and then she interrupted me.

"Take it easy! I'm not judging you! I don't really care. I'm just saying its prostitution. Don't get mad at me."

"So you don't think I'm a scumbag for doing it?"

"No I don't. If you were out there popping out kids and abandoning them then I would consider you a scumbag. You're not hurting anyone and to each their own. I'm glad you trust me enough to share that part of your life with me. Do you go to those places often?"

"Not really. Once every couple of months if I can afford it. It's never less than a hundred bucks with tip. I haven't exactly been successful with the opposite sex since coming here so I gotta do something. These women out are ridiculous. I finally find a city filled with some of the hottest women in the world of all races and most of them are bitches. I don't surf, I don't do clubs, and I'm not rich. Not exactly a formula for sexual success in San Diego and to top it all off I don't really have a social circle either."

I didn't tell her I had already fucked 3 of my customers. I would save that for another day. Revealing my love of Asian massage to her was enough for one day and I wasn't trying to change her opinion of me. But other than those customers my sex life was boring and infrequent.

"Well thanks for the TMI, Kevin. I gotta get back to work."

"Seriously? Did I say too much?" I asked.

Christie gave a quick laugh as she walked towards the door to go back inside and she said, "No you didn't. I'm just shocked at your openness. Not too many guys would tell a female co-worker what you just did. I still like ya Kevin! See ya later today." 

Christie walked back in the building and disappeared into the back office where she did her work. I found myself checking out her ass as she walked in and I felt my cock stir again. Damn I'd love to fuck her. Those tits are amazing. I've always been a boob guy more than anything. 

During my year there I decided on law school. My friend had become a lawyer a few years earlier and between his pressing me that I would be a great trial lawyer and my occasional minor scrapes with the law I thought it was a career I could do. I took the LSAT and sent in my applications and lucky me I got accepted at a law school in San Diego. I decided I would live off student loans and the money I had for my 3 years of law school. A week before I started I had my last day at the car dealership. So last year in August I started law school. 

When I left the dealership everyone was great to me. I had loosened up a little and developed some pretty nice friendships. I even had a social circle of people in my neighborhood. Life was progressing and the only thing I needed now was a girlfriend. I had tried online dating and met a couple girls. One was a huge girl that tricked me with the headshot and I never saw her again. The second girl was an 18 year old high school senior that was looking for a daddy and I was more than happy to help her. Great sex for a couple weeks until I realized daddy issues weren't the only problem she had and I ran from her as fast I could. The third girl turned out to be pill popping alcoholic slut nurse with 3 kids by 3 dads. We went on one date and after I fucked her she spilled her life story on me. I actually called my cell phone provider and blocked her number the next day. 

I was in my second semester of law school, early spring, when I decided to stop by the old dealership and say hi to everyone. I walked in and after I had been talking to some of the guys I worked with Christie came around the corner and saw me. She was on her way out for a cigarette. I had thought of her off and on over the last 6 months but again she was in a relationship and never struck me as the cheating type.

"Oh my God!!! Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Kevin!!!!!" Christie came at me with her arms wide open and a smile like I was her long lost lover returned from war and I remember thinking it was odd as it happened. She had never been like this when we worked together. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

She came up and put her arms around me and hugged me tight pushing her huge tits right into my chest and causing the blood to start flowing to my cock. In my 30 plus years I had never had real natural tits that big to do with as I please. 

"Hi Christie. How are you?" was all I could say due to my mind focusing on her tits.

"Good. How are you? I'm so glad you stopped by. I miss my smoke buddy. So me and James broke up."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You guys were together for a while right?"

"Almost 2 years. We tried but we were both lying to ourselves. I still care about him but we will never get back together."

"Hey if it's for the best then good. I'm still single. But with law school I don't exactly have a lot of free time. Hey! What are you doing this weekend? I'm single, you're single, want to go to my friend Rick's party with me? Not really a party exactly but more a cook out and beers and just chillaxin."

Christie looked at me funny and said "Are you asking me on a date?" 

"No I'm not asking you on a date." I said way too firmly. "I just thought we could hang out."

"Wow you said that awfully fast."

"My bad. I did sound like a jerk didn't I? I'm sorry I'm really tired and didn't want you to think I was sending a wrong message. We got along great when we worked together and I just thought we should hang out now that you're single. I was trying to tell you no pressure and it's just friends. Obviously I would date you."

"Obviously? Why do you say that?"

"Why wouldn't I date you Christie? Any guy would be lucky to have you. You're hot, big boobs, nice ass, have a personality, good job, take care of yourself, and you're cool."

"Oh my God you just made me blush!" Christie said as she was literally turning red.

We looked at each other for a moment with looks that friends don't normally share. I found myself thinking about how sweet it would be if my cum were on her lips. I hadn't cum in a girl's mouth in years let alone on her lips and with all the porn I watch anymore I was missing it deeply. I looked at my cell phone and realized I had to go meet my study partner so I told Christie it was great to see her and gave her my number and told her to call me tomorrow if she wanted to go to the cook out with me.

The next day was Saturday and I woke up with a raging hard on. I decided I would get up and go get a massage so I could relax the rest of the day. After I made breakfast I drove over to Convoy Street where all the Asian massage parlors were and spent my normal hundred dollars and walked out with a smile on my face. As I was driving back home my cell phone rang and it was a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kevin! It's Christie."

Even though I had just came minutes earlier I felt my cock stir again.

"Hey Christie! What's up?"

"You still want to take me to that cook out?"

"Yeah you wanna go?"

"That's why I'm calling."

I gave her my address after we talked and she agreed to drive over to my place in an hour and we would go together in my truck. I drove home and quickly showered again and got dressed for the cook out. If by some chance I got lucky I didn't want her to know I had been to a massage parlor earlier in the day so I had to get the oil off me.

Christie showed up at my apartment a little while later and after some brief small talk we got in my truck and went to Rick's house for the cook out. On the way there Christie asked me not to abandon her since she didn't know anyone there. When we got there around 2PM the cook out was going strong and over 20 people were already there drinking and socializing.

We had a great time. Talk revolved around the usual topics. Eventually we got around to the car business and Christie and I monopolized the conversation as we told people the proper way to buy a car. She thought my friends were cool and all my friends liked her, too. It was amazing what a great time we were having.

When the sun started going down I realized that a few more drinks would keep me from being able to drive home so I told Christie I was ready to go and asked her if she was. She said yes and we started the drive back to my place. We listened to music on the way and didn't talk much. I love to jam out when I drive. After I pulled into the parking lot and turned off the truck I turned to her.




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"You wanna come up and have a few more drinks and hang? If you get too drunk you can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch or you can always take a taxi home and I will come get you tomorrow. Come on. Hang out. I'll even pay for the taxi."

"Damn Kevin. I see you still have your sales skills. You don't have to close me. I'm not ready to end the night. I can pay for my own taxi if I get too drunk."

With that I smiled and we headed on up to my apartment. When we got up there we popped open some beers and headed out on my balcony to smoke. We spent the next few hours talking about everything and nothing and we were getting quite buzzed as the night went on. It was then that I started getting really personal with her.

"So I gotta ask. Why did you and James break up?"

"It's complicated." she replied.

"I don't have anywhere to be so let me hear it."

"I'll give you the simple answer, Kevin. He's a great guy but he wasn't man enough for me. Not that he was a pussy or anything like that. But I need more in my relationship. I'm afraid I will never find what I really want."

"What do you want?" I asked with sincerity as I found myself wanting to know what makes this girl tick. 

"I don't need you thinking I'm crazy, Kevin. You're one of the nicest guys I've ever met. It's your Midwest side. People out here are so fucking pretentious and fake."

I looked at her with shock that she thought I was a nice guy. 

"WHAT?!!" she yelled at me as she hit my arm with her hand.

"You think I'm a nice guy? Thanks. I guess."

"You ARE a nice guy. I know you can be an asshole but you're also very honest and open when you want to be. I love that about you. I've never had a guy be like that with me. Kevin I was attracted to you not too long after you got hired. I think you're great."

THAT WAS MY IN. I was going to fuck this girl tonight. A little bit of luck and a few more beers and that pussy was mine.

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me?" I asked her.

"Uh, hello, I had a boyfriend." Christie said.

"That's what I love about you Christie. You're not some cheating whore idiot girl."

"So you love something about me huh?" she said with a smirk on her face.

"I love lots of things on you Christie. I love your tits, I love your ass, I love your gorgeous face, your hair, your lips, and I have no doubt I would love your pussy, too, if you ever let me have it."

I could not believe what I had just said. I was drunk. No doubt about it. I had never talked to a girl like that. At least not one that I had not already fucked. My stomach sank and I thought I had just fucked up.

"OK then..." Christie said and then looked away. I had to speak up fast.

"I am so sorry. That was rude. I am soooo sorry. I'm drunk and I haven't been laid in a while and you do look great. I'm really sorry. I understand if you leave. I am so sorry."

"It's ok, Kevin. I respect your honesty. I'm a little shocked but it's ok. Have you always thought of me like that? Sexually I mean?"

"Do you really want to know? Do you really want to hear what goes through my head when I look at you?" I asked her.

There was a moment of silence as we looked at each other with both of us wondering where this was going.

"Yes I do. Tell me." Christie said with a look of seriousness on her face.

I hesitated. My cock was growing fast. I had on khaki shorts and a polo and if my cock got any bigger I wouldn't be able to stand up. 

"OK I'll tell you. But you may not be friends with me afterwards. I think you're slammin. I think you're smart and independent and I love that about you. Two days in a row never went by when we worked together that I didn't have some sort of sexual thought about you. Everything about you is always so perfect. Your hair, your makeup, your clothes, jewelry, all of it. Oh and in case you haven't noticed you do have two of the biggest tits I have ever seen that weren't fake. I dream of your tits, Christie. You already know I'm a bit of a freak. Want me to go on?"

She was captivated. She said "yes" very quietly and then took a drink of her beer. Was she getting turned on?!! Am I going to get laid?!!

"OK. But I warned you. I've thought of what I would do to you and how I would use you if I ever got the opportunity. If you were mine I would wear you out. You'd break up with me just to give your body a rest."

With that she started laughing and said "Ohhh reallyyy?" in a seductive way. I replied yes and there were an uncomfortable although erotic silence between us.

"Kevin..." she said. "Can I tell you why I left James?"

"Of course." I replied.

"He wouldn't do what I wanted him to do. I tried to talk to him but he never listened I guess. I'm going to tell you something that barely anyone knows about me."

I looked at her and I could feel the clear pre cum dripping out of my cock. I was rock hard. I couldn't wait for her to continue.

"I want to be controlled, Kevin. I want a man to make me his. I want a man strong enough to understand that I need discipline. I need someone to keep me in line and punish me when I've been bad. I'm not a cheater and I'm not a whore but I am a very sexual person. If I could find a man to do what I need I would be his forever."

My cock was about to explode. Did I just find out Christie is into some freaky shit? She went on.

"I would be the perfect woman to the right man. I cook, I clean, and I want to take care of a man that takes care of me. I need someone like that in my life. I need stability and to be controlled."

That was it for me. I decided to go for it. But it wasn't just lust I was feeling. I liked this girl. I really liked her. I had never known a woman as classy or intelligent who I could talk to for so long or hang out with and not get sick of in a few hours. I was worried if I made a move that even if I was successful it would be nothing more than a one night stand. I was actually envisioning a relationship with Christie.

"I need to go to the bathroom." she said as she got up and went inside. I followed her in and went to my bedroom quickly and pushed my cock down so it wasn't forming a tent in my shorts. I heard the toilet flush and she came out.

"Can we sit inside for a while? That chair on the patio is not that comfortable." 

"Yeah let's sit on the couch" I responded.

We sat down and I turned on some music with the remote. She sat on my couch Indian style and faced me as I sat on the couch long ways with my feet on the table in front of it. Damn she looked good. She had on some black shorts and a white tank top that accentuated her breasts. I looked down to see if I could see her panties or anything through her shorts.

"What are you looking at?" she asked rather calmly and I realized I had been caught.

"Fuck I'm sorry. Our little conversation is turning me on. I can't help it. Maybe you should go." I said, wanting to be the nice guy and hoping it might work.

She laughed and then grabbed a blanket and put it over her legs and said "Is that better?"

"Not really!" I replied quickly.

She inched closer towards me and grabbed my hand and looked right into my eyes and started talking.

"I'm not a slut. I don't do one night stands."

I replied "One of the reasons I like you."

"Do you? Do you like me? Or do you just want to fuck me? If we were to have a few more drinks and end up in bed would that be it? Would I be another conquest to you? I like you Kevin. I want to date you. Would you want to go out on a date with me sometime?"

"Absolutely." I answered.

"Kevin, I need to go home. I can't drive either. Will you call me a cab?"

"Sure but before you go let me show you something." I grabbed Christie by the hand and pulled her up off the couch and took her to my bedroom. She stood there while I opened up a dresser drawer and pulled out a box filled with car keys.

"SERIOUSLY KEVIN?!!" Christie exclaimed. 

I started laughing and said "I know! I can't help it! I'm the guy that took the keys home from the lot all the time. I'd forget to check my pockets or hang keys back up at least twice a month. I got sick of getting yelled at or having to go in on my day off so finally I said fuck it and just started keeping any keys I brought home on accident. I figure I got a thousand dollars in keys here and that's a lot less than that dealership ripped me off on my pay so they're still ahead of me."

"You're so bad, Kevin. Funny, though."

We were facing each other with only about a foot in between us. We were at the edge of my bed. It was at that moment I noticed something I had never seen before. Christie had a little scar behind her ear. Without thinking I reached under her hair and pulled it back so I could see behind her ear and said "Aww you got a little scar there. How'd that happen?" I was rubbing on it as I looked at her.

"Bicycle accident when I was a kid. I was always clumsy." she replied.

"You poor little thing" I said as I kept rubbing behind her ear with my right hand.

"OK you need to stop" Christie said with her head looking down.

"Why?" I said and kept on rubbing.

"Please Kevin, stop. I haven't been touched in a while and you're turning me on. I'm not ready for this. You promised me a date."

"You'll get your date." I said.

She then grabbed my hand and pulled it away and walked out of the bedroom and back onto the couch and sat down.

"Can you call me a cab?" she asked.

"I'll do it right now. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable. I just really like you. Do I still have a date with you?"

"Yes." she replied very quietly.

I smiled at here and then picked up my cell phone and dialed for a cab. We hung out for another 20 minutes and decided to go out the following Monday when she got off work. She gave me her address and told me to pick her up at 7. My phone rang and it was the cab driver letting me know he was outside. I walked her to the door, opened it, and then made a bold move.

I grabbed her arm and spun her around and with my right hand on the back of her head I pulled us together for a passionate kiss not knowing what to expect. She kissed me back and we were locked in a passionate embrace. I took my right hand down and ran it down her back and replaced it with my left hand behind her head. I ran my hand all the way down to ass and put my fingers in between her cheeks and squeezed hard and she pulled back and pushed me away.

"Slow down tiger!" she said.

"I'm sorry. I can't help myself."

"Walk me down to the cab."

We walked down together and I took her by the hand. We got to the cab and stopped. I looked at the driver and let him know it would be a second and then I held her hands and looked her in the eye.

"I can be the man you need, Christie."

"We'll see" she replied and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips and with that she hopped into the cab and left. 

I went back upstairs and quickly got my pants off and pulled my cock out in my bedroom. I grabbed a towel and threw it down on the bed. I was still rock hard. I started stroking my cock thinking about Christie and in no time at all I was shooting my cum all over the towel on my bed. No sooner had I cum when my phone rang. It was Christie.

"Hey Kevin. Why don't we go out tomorrow night if you can? That way my friend can drop me off at your place and then my car will be there for me at the end of the night."

I told her that sounds good and she told me she would be over around 6 tomorrow. The whole time we were talking I was touching my cock that was still dripping cum. We hung up and minutes later I was sitting on the couch smoking a bowl of fine California herb and daydreaming about what was to come.

The next day was my usual boring Sunday. I did some shopping and some laundry and then got ready for our date. Christie showed up about ten minutes before six and I was ready then, too. She was wearing a form fitting black cocktail dress and high heels. I had on some nice pants and a white shirt. We didn't stay at my apartment long and instead went straight to dinner.

It was a wonderful dinner. We talked about many different things and we were both so comfortable with each other. Neither of us drank very much either. Only a couple glasses of wine. When dinner was over we went for a walk by the bay and held hands. We eventually found a bench to sit down on together and in no time at all we were kissing and our hands were wandering. Every other minute we had to stop though as some couple would walk by on a date of their own I assume.

"It's getting late. I need to get home. I've had a great time, Kevin. But I have to be at work in the morning."

"Let's go" I said.

We were back at my truck in no time and headed back to my apartment. When we got there she said she needed to use the bathroom before she left. We walked upstairs and when we got inside I kissed her again before she went into the bathroom. I then went to my bedroom and took off my nice dress shirt and shoes and when Christie came out of the bathroom I was standing there minus my shoes and shirt but still had on a t shirt.

"I can see you're tired, too" she said as she walked towards me.

"I'm not tired. Just ready to relax. I had a great time with you. I want to see you again. Stay for a few more minutes." I said.

She said ok and we went out to the balcony to have a cigarette together. After our cigarettes were done we walked back inside and together we walked towards the door. When we got to the door I took another chance at boldness.

"Christie... don't go." I said to her in my deep voice trying to sound appealing.

"Kevin... not yet. We've been on one date."

"That's all I need. Give me twenty more minutes and if you want to leave after that I won't try to stop you."

"Oh fine can I have a bottle of water then?"

"Sure."

I got her the bottle of water and we sat down together on the couch and in no time at all we were making out again like we were at the bay on the bench. 

I was running my hands all round her neck and her ears as I kissed her. Her hands found their way to my back. We made out for about 15 minutes and then I stood up and took her hand and pulled her up. She did not resist. I led her back to my bedroom and she wouldn't make eye contact with me anymore. I knew what I had to do and I knew what she needed.

"Turn around." I said to her as we stood at the edge of the bed.

She did as she was told never saying a word.

I reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and started pulling it down slowly with my right hand and my left hand was on her stomach as though I was holding her in my control. I then took the straps off her shoulder and let the dress fall to the ground. She had taken her heels off long ago. We were not talking and she was not facing me.

Christie stood there with her back to me wearing only a black thong and a black bra. I started kissing her from behind all over her neck while my hands found her tits. I pushed my hands down her bra to feel her nipples and she moaned every so lightly. I then slid my left hand very slowly down the front of her chest until it reached the top of her panties. I pulled her closer to me and I started to whisper in her ear.

"If you're a good girl I'll send you home with a smile. If you're a bad girl I will be the only one smiling at the end of the night and your ass will be red. Do you understand?"

"Mmm hmm..." was all she could get out.

"Good. Now let's see what we have here." 

I grabbed a hold of her entire body and pushed her towards the bed and she offered little resistance. I then forcefully pushed her head down on the bed to where she was completely bent over with her feet on the ground and her ass in the air. She still had on her thong and bra. I took my right hand and started rubbing on her ass cheeks.

"You have a nice ass, Christie."

She said nothing in response. I then took my right hand and slapped her ass very hard and she let out a loud whimper followed by a moan.

"CHRISTIE. When I compliment you on your ass the nice thing to do is to say thank you. If you're rude I will spank you. Do you understand?"

"Mmm hmm" was her acknowledgement.

SMACK!!! I hit her ass again.

"Not mmm hmm Christie. Yes it the proper response. I told you if you were bad I would be the only smiling at the end of this night. Now... DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I said very forcefully and stern.

"Yes, Kevin" she replied like a scared little girl.

"Good. Let's have a look at your pussy shall we? Are you a shaved little girl or do you have some sort of nice patch of hair down there?"

She started to get up and I smacked her ass and pushed her down on the bed by the back of her head. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"I never told you to get up. I can see your pussy just fine from behind and if I can't then I will let you know when you need to turn around. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Kevin. I'm sorry."

SMACK!! I smacked her ass again very hard and by now there were red prints all over her right cheek.

"Don't disappoint me Christie."

I then took both my hands and pulled her panties down very slowly until they hit the floor and I pushed them aside. She was completely shaved and had the most beautiful pussy lips I had ever seen. They were pouty and delicious looking and I couldn't wait to stick my tongue in between them but I knew I had to do this right for Christie.

"Shaved. Nice. You have a nice pussy, Christie."

"Thank you, Kevin" she responded.

"Good girl. I'm glad to see you are learning your manners."

"Kevin?" Christie said very demurely.

"Yes?"

"Will you play with my pussy please? I'm so wet. Please, Kevin. I'll be a good girl I promise. Please play with my pussy. Please. I'm dripping, Kevin. I'm dripping for you. Please play with it now."

"Oh you poor little girl." I replied as I started rubbing on her pussy lips from behind. 

"Ohhhhhh, Kevin... yes... please put your finger in."

SMACK!!! I hit her ass again and completely stopped touching her pussy.

"Christie I don't mind being nice to you. But you asked me to play with your pussy and next thing you know you start telling me what to do and asking me to put my finger in you. This is not about you, Christie. Keep being so demanding and you will get nothing."

"I'm sorry, Kevin."

"Be quiet Christie. I'm trying to enjoy my new pussy."

I took my time with her. I spent the next few minutes just rubbing on her ass and playing with her pussy. At the same time I undid my pants and got my shirt off so I was standing right behind her completely naked. She still had on her bra and was face down on the bed with her feet planted on the floor. 

After rubbing around her pussy lips and touching her clit I brought my cock up to her pussy lips and started rubbing it up and down her slit. She started moaning and I could see her visibly shaking from time to time. Suddenly she spoke up.

"Kevin, I need your cock in me so bad. Please put your cock in me." 

"Christie I'm going to let you cum on my cock. But afterwards I want you to clean it up. Have you ever tasted your own cum before Christie?"

"Yes. When I finger myself I always taste my cum."

"Good girl. Well I'm gonna put my cock inside you and make you cum and then I want you to lick it off okay honey? If you do a good job of that I will let you have some of my cum. Would you like some cum Christie?"

"Yes." was all she said.

"Good girl. OK honey. Here comes my cock."

With that I stopped rubbing my cock all over her pussy lips and pushed it in. She was so wet and tight at the same time I thought I might cum right away. But I quickly gathered my senses and proceeded to slowly pump her pussy and eventually got in a nice rhythm. She was shaking all over and I realized I had not yet had the pleasure of her tits even though my cock was now buried deep inside her. I reached around with my hands and pulled her back by her tits so I could touch them as I fucked her from behind. 




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"Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, oh Kevin, Kevin I'm gonna cum, Kevin, Kevin I'm gonna cum, oh, Kevin," she kept saying over and over. I could feel her pussy tighten on me as she said it and was really worried about cumming myself.

"OK Christie. You can cum baby. You've been good. Cum for me baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you love my cock."

"Ohhhh OK, ooohhhh, OK, I do, I do, I love your cock Kevin, oh, I need it, ohh, oh" Christie kept frantically saying.

"OH KEVIN!!! OH KEVIN!!! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!! KEVIN I'M CUMMING!!! OHHHHH!!! DO YOU FEEL IT?!!! OHH KEVIN!!!'

Christie seemed on the verge of a heart attack as her orgasm flowed through her and I could no longer take it. I felt my cock start to tighten and the juices start to flow. I had seconds. I pulled out of her and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her down to the floor in as gentle a fashion as one can do that. This was the first time she had seen my cock. I pushed her down so she was on her knees facing me with my cock aimed right at her. She knew just what to do.

Christie took my cock with one hand on my balls and the other on my shaft and brought it to her lips and after a few quick licks she took my entire cock into her mouth and with the skill of a porn star she was cupping my balls, stroking my shaft, and throating me all at once. I could barely contain myself. She still had her bra on and for some reason that added to the erotic atmosphere for me.

"Christie I'm going to cum. Now be a good girl and don't waste it."

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me and said "I won't I won't I promise. Where do you want to cum Kevin?"

"On your lips and in your mouth. You've been a good girl and you deserve it."

Christie smiled and resumed sucking my cock.

"Please cum for me Kevin. I want your cum so bad. I won't waste it I promise!"

"OK Christie. I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum. Get ready baby."

She didn't put my cock back in her mouth and instead continued stroking me with my cock head right by her lips.

"OHHH! CHRISTIE!! I'M GONNA CUM!"

I started shooting stream after stream of cum all over her lips and then she opened her mouth and let me shoot right on to her tongue and the back of her throat. I came for what seemed like an eternity! I had not had a cum like that in some time! 

I started to get weak in the knees. I had never felt that before. I then fell back on the bed and was sighing and breathing heavily. Christie stayed on her knees and was licking up the cum around her lips using her fingers and tongue.

"I told you I wouldn't waste any Kevin." she said.

"You've been a very good girl, Christie."

I decided to see just how far I could take this control thing.

"Christie, go get us a bottle of water and the ashtray from the patio and then come back in here and lay next to me."

"Yes, Kevin" was her reply.

FUCKING AWESOME! Did I just win the lottery? Am I the luckiest guy in the world?

She came back in the room with what I asked for and then laid down next to me with her head on my chest and I started rubbing her head.

"You've been such a good girl, Christie. Go ahead and call your roommate if you need to and tell her you won't be home tonight."

She picked up the phone and did as she was told and then I spoke to her again.

"Christie get me that little brown box on top of my dresser." 

She looked confused but did as she was told. I told her to open it and she did and she saw a container with marijuana in it sitting next to my little glass bowl.

"Pack me a bowl and then come over here and finish cleaning up my cock. There's still some cum leaking out and I don't want it wasted."

She did as she was told. I started smoking a bowl while she lay on the bed licking my cock clean. Next thing I know I was hard again and I motioned for her to get on top of me and she did.

Christie rode me and as she did she looked me in the eye and said, "Kevin I'm on the pill. Will you please fill me up with your cum so I can sleep good?"

"Sure baby. I can do that."

I started sucking on her massive tits as she rode us both to completion. I came inside her at the same time she was cumming. When we were done I rolled her off me.

"Put your panties back on Christie. Then come to bed. I don't want you leaking my cum all over my sheets."

"Yes, Kevin."

With that we snuggled together and turned on the TV and quickly fell asleep. It was obvious that we had both found what we wanted. I whispered into her ear as she was drifting off, "Baby in the morning I want you to make a pot of coffee and then come back to bed. I will probably want to cum in your pussy again. Good night little girl."

"Good night, Kevin. Thank you for letting me cum and thank you for giving me some of your cum."

"You're welcome baby. Now go to bed sweetie. You're gonna have a busy day tomorrow."

We both drifted off to sleep and it was the start of a wonderful relationship.



Control



We were heading to a hotel together in the country. For two uninterrupted nights of sexual satisfaction in the kinkiest ways possible. Of course my knowledge of the plans stopped at the name of the hotel and what time I was to arrive. From there, 100% control was to be given up to my Master.

As Thursday grew closer, I struggled to contain my excitement. It didn't help that I had been banned from masturbating by my Master. From the Thursday previously until he touched me when we met, I wasn't to touch my pussy. I was to keep my hands away from my clit and wasn't even allowed to caress my breasts. My mind was on overdrive. I felt myself tightening my thighs as much as possible to feel the slightest of pressures but to no avail. Nothing was helping. Also not helping was the messages Sir was sending me every day and night. Reminding me that I was his to use; reminding me what we had done previously. Describing every last detail of the last time we had met as if I needed reminding. But it was different hearing it from his perspective. 

Different hearing what he was thinking when I was lay on the floor, my tits exposed. Lay there panting on the floor from the force at which I'd been thrown there by him by the fistful of hair he had grabbed. He was displeased with me from a few days before we met. I had cum without his permission. Not deliberately, but that's no excuse I know. I should have known better than that. I disobeyed my Master and for that I accepted the punishment he dealt me. I felt my pussy flooding my knickers as I remembered his harsh punishment...and again as I remembered how he told me how much he enjoyed caning my ass. 

Shaking my head I came back to reality, sat in front of the television on the Wednesday night. Only one more sleep and then I'd be on my way to complete pleasure. On my way to possibly feeling more pleasure than I've ever felt in my life. And pain. So much pain. And humiliation. The list of possibilities was endless and my pussy was dripping in anticipation.. 

Thursday morning arrived. I woke up with a very wet pussy and hard nipples. My cheeks were flushed with excitement. It felt like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up in one. Heading out to the car with my small suitcase I felt nervous and excited. 

It wasn't until I pulled into the car park directly in front of the hotel that I felt how the last week had wound me up tightly. How the last week of zero self stimulation or any orgasms at all had affected me. How the thought of seeing Sir again had made my knickers wet through on the drive. I looked down between my legs and saw how much my skirt had ridden up while driving plus a very slight wet patch staring back at me. Fuck. I needed him. 

Getting out of the car I spotted him standing in front of the hotel, his own suitcase beside him. My breath caught. I fumbled slightly with my keys, struggling to get the boot open and my suitcase out then to lock up. I didn't look up again until I had completed those menial tasks and found him walking towards me, an amused look on his face. 

"You're late," he greets me with. 

I hastily check my watch, seeing that it is indeed 7 minutes past 2. Shit. Not a good way to start. I open my mouth to explain about the traffic, but close it again when he raises his finger to my lips. 

"I'm not interested. That's a stroke of the cane for every minute you were late. Come."

He turns around then, leaving me standing in shock. It takes a second for me to get myself back together and I hurry behind him, dragging my suitcase on its wheels behind me, skipping a few times to catch him up. Keeping my head down I settle into the same pace as him, just slightly behind, not wanting to risk any further punishment. 

Entering the hotel, after he has collected his suitcase from the top step where he left it, I'm struck by how quiet the surroundings are, and even how quiet the hotel is. Approaching the reception desk together, the receptionist looks up from her computer and smiles at us both and says hello. I open my mouth to respond but I'm quickly stopped by Sir.

"No one asked you to speak, sub. Go stand over there like an obedient little sub while I get us checked in," he said sharply, nodding towards the fireplace. 

I felt my cheeks flame hot in embarrassment and saw the look of utter shock pass over the receptionist's face. I didn't hesitate any longer than it took me to take in a deep breath. I turned and walked over to the fireplace, my head down and stood as I know he would want me to - facing the wall, with my hands clasped behind my back, legs together. I couldn't bring myself to stand exactly as he would insist in private, with my nose touching the wall, legs slightly spread, with my arms behind me with my hands grasping the opposite elbow. 

I felt his eyes on me, watching my retreat and as I positioned myself as well as I could bare in such a public place. Then he started his conversation with the receptionist. His tone of voice changed completely with her. He was friendly and approachable once more, putting her at ease immediately. I heard the tremble in her voice retreat and give way to an easy tone that suggested she wasn't completely unknowing of what was going on between us. They were discussing how quiet the hotel was, we were the only guests that night. I heard him thank her, then walk over to me. I felt my entire body tense as I heard him come closer. 

Leaning in close he whispered in my ear, "you better get used to this, and you better start to do better my little sub. You know exactly what I expect of you." While he was saying these words his hands were at work on my body; pushing me closer to the wall until my nose was touching it, pulling my arms tighter behind my back until they were positioned in the box position and lastly he quickly thrust his hand between my legs forcing me to open them, just below my pussy, no contact. I let out a whimper, almost a cry. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me in front of a complete stranger. 

"I'm sorry Sir, yes Sir," I reply. Speaking my first words to him since I arrived.

He turned away then, walking back to the reception desk. He's given our room number and a key card. He wishes the receptionist a good afternoon and I hear him walk back towards me. 

"Get our bags from the desk, sub, and hurry up about it," he barks, his tone of voice startling me into movement. 

I pull back from the wall and walk quickly over to the desk, seeing the girl there grinning at me. Or is she smirking. Either way I can see the shock still there in her eyes. Like she can't quite understand my behaviour. I smile at her, hoping to reassure her. Trying to let her see that I'm not mindless, but that I'm enjoying myself. Thoroughly. Despite that, I can still feel the flames surrounding my neck, my chest and my cheeks. Mortified at this stranger's witnessing of my first act of complete submission. 

Until Saturday evening when I arrived home I belonged to my Master. I was going to be expected to do whatever he said, with no hesitation and with a smile on my face. Or at the very least a look of lust in my eyes. Grabbing the handles of the bags I followed the direction he went quickly, not wanting to lose him. I caught up to him at the foot of the stairs and he motioned for me to go ahead of him. I felt his eyes on my ass. 

"Stop."

I stopped on the third step, our bags weighing heavily in my hands. Felt his hands on my waist as he tugged my skirt up slightly. Obviously deciding that wasn't enough, he moved his hands to the hem and pulled it up further, exposing my ass, clad only in a small black lacy pair of knickers. A very wet pair of small black lacy knickers. 

"Continue."

I kept on up the stairs, my cheeks even more on fire if at all possible. I could only hope that the reception girl had returned her attention to her computer. At least we wouldn't bump into any other guests.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I waited his next instructions. I had heard our room number and could see from the sign in front of me that we should turn left, but I didn't want to show any disobedience. He pressed his body against mine as he reached the top of the stairs also. 

"Very good sub, you please me. Turn left and continue until you reach our room. When you get there, place our bags to one side of our door and I want you to kneel on the other side. Face the wall our door is on, knees spread apart, hands palm up on your thighs, tits pushed out and look straight ahead. You may sit back on your heels. Do not move. Do not look anywhere, except straight ahead." With that final instruction he taps my ass not so lightly and turns me in the right direction. 

I follow the corridor and signs until I reach our room door. The carpeted hallway muffles my footsteps and I can't hear anything behind me. I daren't look to see if he's following me. Our room is right at the back of the hotel it seems. I've made two turns and can only imagine we are as far away from reception as possible. This makes me relax slightly. Until I realise the further we are from anyone the more he can make me scream. The more he can spank me. Loudly. I shiver partially from fear but mostly from excitement. 

I follow his instructions, dropping to my knees to the right hand side of the door, the side he will see and have to pass to enter the room. I wonder idly how long he will leave me waiting. I try to get comfortable. My black skirt is still pulled up around my waist, so it isn't restrictive, my deep purple blouse is still tucked in, the buttons strained slightly across my G cup breasts. My lacy black bra is causing a beautiful discomfort against my hard nipples and my knickers are a sodden mess. My modest heels are fitted snugly on my feet still, keeping me in such a position that my back is curved as I push my breasts out as he wished. My light brown hair falls down my back to my shoulder blades, loose for now.

I'm staring straight ahead as instructed and starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye, to my right. I correct my position even more, to perfection I hope. I hear him standing behind me then, can imagine him looking down on me. I hear his breathing, even and easy, like he's completely unaffected. My breathing becomes erratic and I can feel my pussy tingling in response to his proximity. 

There is movement to my left then and I hear the subtle slide and click of the key card in the door. He pushes open the door, picks up the bags and enters, letting the door swing closed behind him. 

I groan in mild impatience. Humiliated again. I'm silently praying that no one comes along this way. There might not be any guests, but that doesn't mean there isn't any staff around. 

I have no idea how long I've been kneeling there. My muscles are starting to tense up and I can feel cramp building in my calves. I try to shift my weight from hip to hip to relieve it. I must have been here for at least fifteen minutes now. My discomfort is only adding to my anticipation, and I'm almost angry with myself for that. Until I remember, this is why I'm here. 

With that thought, I hear the door open. I straighten my position again, finding myself slightly slouched from my attempts to relieve the cramp. His hand rests on the top of my head, stroking down my hair, the back of my neck. I start to relax, my shoulders dropping with loss of tension. But it's short lived as he grasps a fistful of hair at the back of my head. I gasp in pain, at the sudden unexpected harshness. My hands automatically come away from my thighs in surprise.

"Hands behind your back and keep them there slut, do not try to stop me, unless you wish to displease me further," he snaps.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir," I whisper through my pain, placing my hands behind my back in his preferred box position. 

"Good girl. Maybe you do want to please me. Even if you haven't shown that yet," he turns me to face my left by the fistful of hair and pushes me forward with his foot in the small of my back. Keeping a firm grasp of my hair as I start falling forwards, I'm suspended in mid air. His hand and the hair attached to my scalp the only thing keeping me upright. I struggle to keep my hands behind my back as he has instructed, desperately wanting to put them out and find the floor with them. 

He keeps me like that for what feel like ten minutes, but is most likely only 30 seconds. My scalp is screaming in protest, I'm whimpering in pain, trying to keep back a scream or a shout. He lowers me closer to the ground, before letting go when I'm an inch or two from the floor. I land with a grunt, let my legs straighten behind me and my forehead rest on the soft carpet. My scalp is on fire as is my pussy. 

"Back up, on your hands and knees this time bitch and follow me."

My cheeks are flaming again at being spoken to like this, at being told to crawl after him. I obey him though. I don't want any more punishment than I've already gained. 

I crawl after my Master into our room. I glance around as best I can without looking too obvious. I see coils of rope sitting on the desk beside numerous sex toys and spanking tools. My pussy responds again to the possibilities that lie ahead of me.

"Stand up bitch."

I whisper, "yes sir," as I stand as quickly as I can. My muscles are already protesting slightly. I place my hands behind my back once more, wanting to keep in his good books. 

"Turn around for me. Slowly. Let me look at what I possess. Let me look at my submissive's body. The body that I'm going to use, abuse and torture over the next few days."

I feel my knees weaken and my tummy flips and tugs as my clit throbs at his words. A moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes as I try to control my reaction. 

"Yes sir," and I start to turn for my Master. Slowly as he requested. I sway my hips from side to side to turn me on the spot, highly sexualised by everything that had happened up until now.

"Stop. I am going to satiate myself with your body. Your pleasure is second to mine, and I am in charge of it. You do not do anything this weekend without my permission. You do not go to the bathroom, you do not take a drink, not even a sip of water, you do not sleep without my permission. You do not cum. You do not speak to anyone without my permission and when you address me you will do so properly. Any time you fail to follow these instructions, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I nod as I whisper. 

"Not good enough. Speak so I can hear you girl. At all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I reply, louder this time, my voice trembling with lust. 

He stands up then and walks over to me from where he had been sitting at the foot of the bed. His hands come up to my face first, caressing my cheeks, moving down with the back of his fingers over my neck. One hand continues to travel down over my breasts making me gasp, just as his other hand circles my throat and tightens almost imperceptibly. I feel him cup my left breast feeling its weight in his hands and his fingers run over my clothed nipples. As he starts to tighten his grip on my throat, he grasps my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and pinches hard, making me squeal at the unexpected pain and his mouth takes mine. 

I feel his tongue slip past my lips, and I respond excitedly, so grateful for this intimate touch, wanting it to go on and on. He abruptly releases me, both hands going down to my waist, exploring the bunched up skirt. 

"This is a good look for you. You look like a desperate whore. Like you couldn't wait to be open and ready. Get back on your knees over on that chaise lounge, with your face against the seat and your hands either side of your head. Do not move from that position until I say so."

As I turn away from him, desperate to follow his instructions immediately, I feel him grab a handful of my hair again and use it to bend me forward at the waist, my ass pushing out behind me. His hand makes contact with my ass harshly, 6 times I count, 3 hard, sharp spanks on each cheek, before I can even process what's going on. My ass is burning and my mind is working hard to try to work out what happened.

"You forgot something bitch. Let that be your last reminder." And he pushes me away from him. 

Shit, I didn't acknowledge his instruction in my haste, I think. 

"I'm so sorry sir, yes sir, I understand," I stutter out quickly in an attempt to redeem myself however marginally. 

"Crawl to the chaise, like the bitch you are. Let me see that ass of yours high in the air with my handprints on it."

"Yes sir," I say as I drop to my knees again. I start to make my way over to the chaise which is in the furthest corner of the room. I've never felt so degraded in my life as I crawl on my hands and knees to whatever fate awaits me. Yet I have also never felt so turned on. I can't wait to find out what he has in store for me when I get to the chaise. I do my best to get up on it without lifting off my knees too much. I kneel with my knees as far apart as possible, my knees on the very edges of the chaise. I quickly lower my head and turn to face him, resting my cheek against the soft fabric with my hands on either side of my head as instructed. 

I regret facing him. I see him walk over to the table and lift the one item I had really hoped to not see this weekend. The cane. Shit, I thought. He's going to do this now. My punishment for being late. 

I feel my ass tense up in anticipation. 

He walks towards me, swishing it through the air, letting me see how he swings it at full force through the air. Letting me hear the intimidating sound it makes. When he reaches me, he starts to run the very ti of the cane up the back of my thigh, moving to the other one when he reaches my sit spot, teasing me. Then he starts to tap me lightly up and down my thighs, the insides, the outsides, the backs, the backs of my calves, over and over as he speaks.

"Our time hadn't even started and you already earned yourself punishment by being late. Seven minutes late, therefore 7 strokes. But I don't like odd numbers. So it will be 12 strokes," he chuckled at that, almost as though he could read my indignation that surely that meant 8 was the next number, not 12.

"You're right in your thoughts, little sub, 8 would be the next logical step," he says, smiling, confirming that he knows your mind, "but 12 is more traditional. And I do like traditional. Plus you didn't stand exactly how I wanted you downstairs. The first 7 will be across that unmarked backside of yours. The remaining 5 you will turn onto your back for and raise your legs in the air. I want you to grasp your ankles and pull your legs back and keep them apart. I'm going to cane your inner thighs to remind you that your legs are to be apart at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I respond, almost paralysed by fear and desire. 

"Count the strokes sub, and thank me. Trust me on this, you do not want to forget that."

And I feel the first impossibly hard stroke against my ass with no warning. The light taps stopped abruptly then before I could process that, I felt the biting sting across both cheeks. I scream out, completely forgetting to count, never mind thank. I can't think at all.

"Now that, was just not good enough."

He steps forward and I jump when I feel his touch, his hand makes contact with my ass, harshly several times, bringing me back to my senses.

"I'm sorry sir, I just wasn't expecting it sir. Please, I'm sorry, sir."

I feel him slipping his fingers into the waistband of my knickers and pulling them down, tapping each knee in turn to take them completely off. He sits them in front of my face, I can smell, almost taste my wetness. 

"If you scream out again, you'll have these in your mouth, and I will still expect you to count and thank me. Let's start again," he says, almost impatiently. 




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"Yes sir," I reply, desperate not to disappoint or have my sodden knickers in my mouth. 

Before I've even finished speaking, he's brought the cane down on my ass hard again. I scream out before I can stop myself, but quickly follow it with, "one, thank you sir."

But it wasn't enough for him. The next thing I feel is his strong fingers pushing the soaked crotch into my mouth, followed by the rest of the material. I gag at the texture, but get turned on by the taste of myself. 

"Now remember, I still want to hear you counting sub."

And with that he continues his punishment across my ass, as I struggle to form the words around my knickers. I feel like I'm almost shouting, every time I form a word, my tongue presses against the fabric gag, tasting my juices over and over. 

After 7 strokes on my ass, he orders me onto my back.

"Hold your ankles back, that's it. Hold that position or I'll tie you into it for the rest of our time here. I want you to show me you can be obedient and that you are not a waste of my time. Now remember, these next 5 strokes are for your own benefit. So you can learn how to keep your appropriate position. Your job as my submissive is to be ready to give me pleasure at any time. And you can't very well do that with closed legs can you?" He looks at me expectantly then.

"No sir," I try to get out as best I can.

"I'm glad we're on the same wavelength again. These 5 you don't have to count. You're not going to be in any fit state to count out loud. But I do expect you to thank me afterwards. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir," is my muffled response, my eyes wide with fear. My ass is on fire from his attentions to it with the cane, so I can only imagine how my thighs will feel. I don't have to imagine for very long though, as he brings the cane down on my tender flesh with more force than previously. I squeal out behind my gag, almost letting go of my ankles in shock, wanting to curl up into a ball. The next stroke comes down on the opposite thigh with as much ferocity as the last. Another two follow quickly on alternate thighs, my squeals only getting louder with each one. He waits until I've calmed down, and momentarily I think that it's over. Then I count back and realise I still have one more. He lines up the cane, this time across my pussy. My dripping wet pussy. I start to squirm away, but he shoots me a look that makes me realise how bad an idea that would be. He aims diagonally upwards, across both lips, just to the left of my clit.

I know this is going to sting. A lot. But part of me wants it so much. I start to breath deeply and evenly, preparing myself. But nothing can. I feel the cane whistling through the towards my pussy and then feel the exploding, stinging, biting pain right across my most tender flesh. I scream loudly, even though my knickers.

"Thank you sir," I blurt out a muffled thanks between squeals of pain after a few seconds. The initial sting of each stroke has died down already to an intense burning. He reaches up between my legs, hovering over me. He looks down at me, caressing my face tenderly and reaches into my mouth to pull my pussy juice and saliva soaked knickers out to free my mouth. 

"Thank you, sir, thank you so much sir, your little sub thanks you for her punishment sir," I blurt out before I can say anything else. 

He smiles down on me and rewards me with a tender kiss and his hands starts to slide over my wet pussy. I can't help but moan into his mouth in pleasure, even as he slides over the welt that is forming. As he kisses me, he trails his fingers over every single welt he has given me, leaving a trail of stickiness from my juices. 

"Good sub," he says, breaking off from our kiss for a moment, "my little sub." Then his lips are on mine again.



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This time instead of thanking PapaGus for his editing prowess, I also thank him for the plot for this one. When he was editing "Ginger Snaps" he asked me e-mailed me this idea. I had an outline done and planned a shorter story than what I ultimately produced. During the time I was writing this, I also wrote a story for the Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge, or FAWC, as it has come to be known, and I had two other pieces to write for another project. 

So Gus, here is your idea brought to life. Thank you my friend, Saxon Hart






"Are you getting out of here on time?"

I looked up to see my boss Barry Masters looking into my office. He wore the same cheesy grin he always wore on the nights that he would be coming to my house for dinner. He enjoyed rubbing it in that he was going to fuck my wife.

I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Bill Jaczwenski, pronounced Jacks-win-ski. Most people know me as Billy Jack, or just Jacko. I am a 35 year old account executive for a small time piss ant advertising agency in Houston Texas. 

Now being an account executive in one of the large New York, or Los Angeles agencies would mean a lot of power and responsibility, not to mention money and respect. At BM and Sons it just means that I handle everything while Barry sits on his fat ass and reads those horrid bodice ripper novels. As if it isn't bad enough that he reads these books meant for lonely and bored housewives, he has to masturbate after he reads the love scenes. 

So here's this douche bag sticking his head in my office asking if I am getting out of here on time, when he knows damn good and well that I will be. Since he hired Amy, an intern with an awesome set of tits, and an ass to match, leaving the office on time has been no problem at all. But since tonight is "the night" I told him I had a few things to finish up and that I would be out in half an hour.

"Fine. I'll go eat at The Royal Fork, but I expect you and Lynn to be ready when I get there. And Jacko, I do mean "ready."

"Ready" meant Lynne was to be naked and I was to be wearing my chastity device. I know most males wouldn't consider me to be a "real man" but I do what I have to do to survive. 

I met my wife Lynne ten years ago at a Christmas party given by a local bank. They were Barry's largest client and their dedication to us is what mainly kept the agency afloat. Since I was the one who mainly handled their account I was invited to the party as well. Lynne was a teller in their drive up only branch. 

I spent the evening making small talk with some of the personnel that I knew from my dealings with them. I was talking to the manager of the loan department about a planned golf outing they had planned for shortly after Christmas. It seemed that his usual partner was going through a rough divorce and had in fact been assaulted with his own clubs. Since Barry closed our office from Christmas Eve until New Year's Day, I agreed to play. 

As I was talking golf with the group who were attending the golf outing, I began to notice a few women were gravitating towards our little gathering. We were discussing our handicaps when a well-developed blonde spoke up. "Hey Bob. Why haven't any of the tellers been asked to this outing?"

She was wearing the proverbial little black dress. Her bosom was truly testing the limits of its bodice and my eyes were locked on like a hawk on a field mouse. I almost didn't realize she was talking directly to me when she asked, "So what's your handicap?"

Now I am no neurosurgeon. Nor am I any kind of expert on the functions of the human brain. So I cannot explain why the only word to fly out of my mouth in response to her golf question was "Great tits."

Guffaws of laughter came from everywhere. I could feel my face turning red. "That's fuckin funny," said someone. "Damn why can't I come up with original answers like that?" asked someone else. The girl in the black cocktail dress and "fuck me" pumps gave a chuckle and then said, "Well I guess you will be in the traps all day."

Luckily I had the presence of mind to play it off as a joke. "I seriously doubt I'll spend all day in the traps. Not many scratch golfers do."

"Wow! Are you considered a scratch?" asked Bob.

"No, but it sounded good." This brought another round of laughter. I didn't bother telling them that I had been close to going to Q school before I got hired by Barry. 

The conversation turned back to golf and I felt relieved that I hadn't made a complete ass out of myself. Barry might not have liked it much if I had. Soon the group went separate directions and I found myself back at the bar. 

"Care to buy my tits a drink?" 

I turned to find myself looking into the ice blue eyes of the little black dress' owner. "No, but I will buy their owner one as an apology for my Freudian slip."

She laughed and we talked the rest of the night away. When the party was over she kissed me good night and headed for her car. "I'll see you at the golf course sir. Just wait until you see what I wear."

I swallowed hard as I imagined her in some tight shorts, or a miniskirt bending over to pick her ball out of the cup. "If her ass was anything like her tits, the golf outing might be better than a porno." I thought to myself as I waved good bye. 

I figured that Barry and his wife Joan were off fucking whom ever. The only reason they ever went to these things was to find new fuck buddies. I wondered if they ever fucked each other, and I had my doubts that Barry was truly the father of all of his sons that no one has ever met. 

During the first month that I worked for Barry, Joan propositioned me four different times. In the end my morals and the fear that Barry would fire me won out and I never took Joan up on her offers. Truth be known I was probably also saved from a few social diseases. 

Wednesday morning I went to the golf club and found the group from the bank. The day was damp and chilly so I felt sure that everyone would be in long pants rather than shorts. Having been born and raised in Wyoming, I wore shorts 90% of the year. Unless I was at work of course

Half of the people from the party didn't show up. They were trying to figure out how to divide up 13 people when I walked up. 

"Billy! Damn glad you came," Bob said as he greeted me. "We thought we would have five or six foursomes, but as you can see, we are well short of that number. Do you mind playing in a twosome?"

I told him that I didn't mind playing in a twosome. I was profoundly disappointed that Lynn wasn't among the attendees. I was told that I would be in a twosome with Jerry Montez, a commercial loan officer, but when a member of the first foursome wasn't there at their scheduled tee time, Bob asked Jerry to go join them. 

My new partner still wasn't there as the second group was about to take the tee box. Just as Bob was trying to figure out what to do he exclaimed "Ok, here's your partner Billy. Try to stay out of the traps." As the group began laughing I turned to see my partner approaching.

"Sorry. I got hung up trying to buy tees." I turned and found myself face to face with Lynn. She was wearing a purple fleece pullover and heavy knit yoga pants. While the pull over hid any hint of cleavage, the pants definitely displayed her curves. "Where is everyone?" she asked.

"First group is probably on the green by now," said Bob. "Do you mind playing in a twosome with Billy here?"

She gave me a wink. "Not as long as he brought his money."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. We bet on everything. Usually during a foursome we bet drinks, or stunts, or whatever anyone is willing to bet. High stroke counts cost a person drinks at the turn." explained Bob. 

"I hope you brought enough money Billy," she said. I didn't say anything.

Bob was laughing as he teed up on the white box. He hit what looked like a respectable drive and then the foursome was on their way down the fairway. Lynn and I made our way onto the tee box. 

"Ladies first," I said as she bent over to place her tee. I was admiring the shape of ass as she bent over to make her set up.

"Stop staring at my ass pervert!" Damn! Did she have eyes in the crack of her ass? 

"I wasn't even looking your way. I was watching your colleague hacking away in the rough over there." She stood up and looked down the fairway, where a guy was swinging wildly in the long grass about a hundred yards away. 

"Oh," she said. 'I didn't mean that you're a perv by the way. I just figured that you were.."

"Yeah you figured I was staring at your delectable ass, I know."

She gasped, "Oh! So you were. I'm going to have to keep an eye on you buster. Just so fair's fair, I get to stare at you while you tee up." 

"Ok," I chuckled. "I think you can go ahead and drive now, they are on the green." 

She swung and drove the ball about 170 yards and turned to me with a smirk. "Top that Mr. Nice Tits."

I stepped up to the black tee box and set my ball and tee. "And if I top that, what do I get?" I asked.

"If you outdrive me from there, I'll play the back nine in my tight white shorts and tank top," she said wiggling her ass. I felt my cock beginning to rise and had to fight it. I had never driven with a boner so I didn't know how it would affect my swing.

I gulped audibly, and addressed my ball. Then she started cheating. While I was aligning myself she was making comments about my ass. Then she said she'd make me play the back nine in my underwear. Fortunately I was able to tune her out and hit a 280 yard drive that bent around the dog leg and came up 50 yards shy of the green. I turned and said, "I know your ass will look fantastic in them shorts."

All she could say was, "Shit!"

Needless to say I enjoyed watching her play golf in her tight white shorts and tank top. I also ended up not paying for our first three dates. Three months later we were an exclusive couple. 

I found out early on that she thought that Barry was a jerk off. We were finishing dinner when she asked if there were any women in my office. Thinking that she was worried that I had a wandering eye I told her that the only woman was Jane, a 65 year old grandmother who basically answered phones and made coffee.

"I bet the creep ogles her chest anyway," Lynne said and chuckled. 

I laughed when a mental image of Barry checking out Jane's rack hit my head. I pictured her slapping him with the big ass purse she carried with her everywhere. 

I Lynne's parents at Thanksgiving. They flew in from San Diego and spent the week with her. I met them Thanksgiving morning and we all had the dinner that she and her mother had prepared. After dinner I offered to bring her a slice of pie. I instead returned from the kitchen with a ring on a pie plate and I proposed to her. 

George Carlin once mused that people don't seem to get laid much at Thanksgiving. He definitely wasn't there that Thanksgiving. Once Lynne's parents had returned to their hotel, she proceeded to fuck my brains out.

We were married on a boat in Galveston that following May. My parents bought me a house in an upscale section of Pasadena as a pre-wedding gift. "That way if you end up in divorce court, you still have a roof, sonny boy," were my dad's words of wisdom as he handed me the keys. 

I told them that divorce wasn't in my future but thanked them for the forethought. Lynne and I moved in after our honeymoon and settled into our life. During our first four years of marriage I could never complain about our sex life. Other aspects of our life, however, left a lot to be desired. 

When Lynne and I got together, she was barely making ends meet. I assumed that was because she didn't make a lot as a bank teller. As they say, when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me. 

I allowed Lynne to handle our finances for the first six months of our marriage. I figured that since she worked in a bank, she'd be good with money. I was wrong! It took me a year and a half to get us back to even afterwards. I was constantly paying the shut off notices rather than the utility bills. We had several long discussions and quite a few arguments. I even spent several nights on the couch. 

Eventually our raises and my fiscal head got us a tidy savings built up, but it didn't last. Within two years we were back to struggling. Her paycheck covered most of her credit card bills. My salary went to pay everything else. Barry wasn't paying me near enough so I was getting ready to start spreading my resume around in hopes of a better paycheck, but I knew most reputable agencies won't count small time experience. 

The week it all turned to shit started out just like any other week. After paying the bills, I had managed to buy food for the week and fill our gas tanks. I had even managed to tuck away a few bucks in case it was needed. 

Work was fairly normal Monday morning until Barry called Walt into his office. I couldn't tell what was being said but I could hear Walt's voice gaining in intensity. In minutes they were screaming at each other. The only thing I definitely heard was Walter telling Barry that Marion and Joan were both worthless whores and that he hoped that Barry's cock would rot off. 

I had no clue who Marion was, but Barry seemed to take his wife being called a whore in stride; probably because it was true. As Walt stormed out of Barry's office he made a b-line for my desk. As soon as he started approaching me, Barry was telling Jane to call the police. Walt got to my desk and said, "You better watch your back Jacko!"

I was about to ask Walt what the fuck I had done to him when Barry screamed at him to leave or he would press charges. Walt looked at him and yelled "Fuck you, you dickless son of a bitch," as he headed out the door. 

"You better watch your back Jacko!" For the rest of the day Walt's words would play through my mind. So much to the point that I was dwelling on them and almost got killed by a fast moving truck as I got off of the beltway onto the feeder. I am grateful that his brakes worked better than my brain, or I'd have been a statistic. 

When I got home the first thing that struck me was that Lynne was already home. Usually she worked until seven. I walked into the house to find her lounging on a new white couch. That couch had not been in my living room that morning when I had left for work; neither had the matching love seat and easy chairs. 

"Hey baby," she said. "You like? I called off work today and went shopping at that new furniture store over in the Galleria. I fell in love with this set and bought them on the spot. Are you mad honey?"

"Were they free?" 

She scoffed. "As if. I got a good deal though for opening a new account with the store. I got us good payments." 

All I could do was smile. I knew that if I opened my mouth a torrent of vulgarity would flow and we'd have a war all night. Instead I smiled and went into the den to figure out just how bad she'd just made things. 

After I'd figured it all out I knew there was no way I could take a pay cut to move to a new job. I hated the idea that I was going to have to slave for fuckin Barry. The only upside was the fact that after Lynne bought something like this I got some pussy. I might just take her ass for this. 

After dinner we were sitting on her expensive purchase watching TV when I started making my moves. I started sucking her earlobes and trying to work a hand under her skirt when she stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Uh uh lover boy. We aren't doing anything on this couch, but if you take me to bed you can take me back there." She must have been a mind reader. 

I was pretty much worn out when I made it to work the next morning. My head was still stuck on the sight of my Lynne flat on her stomach with a pillow under her hips, and my cock buried between her delightful ass cheeks. 

I had pounded her into a sweaty ball of whimpering jelly before I was done. I was sure that she'd call off of work or call in late. She usually did after an all-night fuck fest like that. 

I was tired but a few cups of coffee had me running full steam when Barry got to work that day. He gave me a funny glance as he went to his office. I never paid much attention to Barry so the look didn't mean anything to me. 

Ten minutes later a most striking young lady walked into the office. Jane greeted her. "Can I help you ma'am?"

"AH yes. I'm Amy Stewart and I have a nine o'clock with a Mr. Barry Masters."

Jane picked up the phone and spoke. Then she hung up and said, "You may go on in Ms. Stewart," as she pointed to Barry's office. 

I called Lynne later on. She was at home as I figured she'd be. "You didn't go to work baby?" I asked her. I was mildly annoyed but also a bit proud.

"I called in and said I'd be late," she replied. "Someone wore me out last night. Is that someone ready to wear me out again tonight?"

"You know he is baby," I said. After a few minutes we hung up. I was setting an ad up when Barry came out with the young lady in tow.

"Amy, this is Jacko, we call him Jacko because his name is too damn hard to pronounce. Jacko, this is Amy. She's taking Walt's place and will be following you around for the next few days." With that he turned and made his way back into his office.

"Bill Jaczwenski, but please feel free to call me Jacko."

"Amy Stewart," she said as she offered me her hand. I had the insane urge to kiss it like in the movies. "Can I call you Bill?"

I told her she could indeed call me Bill, and we set about the tasks of the day. I showed her the ropes and tried damn hard not to stare at her. Her scent was intoxicating. Of course I wasn't too surprised that Barry had to keep coming out and sticking his nose in. 

I had at first worried that Barry might have hired Amy because she was a knock out. She soon proved to quite a smart woman who knew her way around the ad game. I was curious why she'd be in a Podunk shit-hole agency like Barry's when she could have easily been a star on Madison Avenue. 

I went home that night and fucked Lynne again. We didn't pull the all-nighter like the previous night but we finished just as sweaty. I was pretty clear headed when I went to work the next morning. 

Shortly before noon Barry called me into his office. I could tell he was irate but I hadn't a clue why. "You fucked up Jacko."

"I fucked up? What..how?"

He pulled an ad for a car lot I had worked on and showed me. They were going to hold a drawing for $500.00. I remembered the ad well. When he showed me the ad it said the drawing was for $5000.00. Alan, who owned the lot was livid and was threatening to pull his account. 

"I got him calmed down and we are printing a revised ad as we speak. I ought to fire you on the spot Jacko but I have a better idea. I want to meet you at your house tonight for dinner; I like fish by the way. I want to discuss this with you and Lynn before I decide what to do about you. I'll be there at 6:00." 

I had no idea why the asshole wanted to involve my wife but I knew she hated him and would most likely do whatever she could to spite him. I didn't give it much more thought as the day went by. 

"What does that asshole want me to do?" asked Lynne when I told her all about my foul up and Barry's idea. 

"Dirty old prick probably just wants to stare at your tits for a while tonight, or wants us to join them for a swapping party."

"I'll cut your cock off before I ever let you fuck Joan Masters, buddy boy. And I am sure that if I ever saw Barry Masters naked I'd want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon," she said as she shuddered. 

I shuddered. "I'd cut my own cock off before I'd fuck her." 

Dinner was good. I was a little pissed off that Barry kept eye-balling my wife. I noticed that she kept moving in ways to avoid giving him a decent look at her body. She'd even wore a long sleeved turtle neck sweater despite the late spring heat. 




Control



Once dinner was over Barry said "OK, we've had a great dinner," he looked at Lynn. "Very good dinner my dear." She blushed slightly and thanked him. 

He cracked his knuckles and said "I don't know if you know this or not Lynne, but your husband nearly cost me a huge account today." I had to stifle a laugh. Lynne and I often talked about how Barry believed himself to be the "King of Madison Avenue," when he ran such a penny ante little agency. 

"I see no reason to punish him if it was saved."

"Because my dear, he needs to learn not to be distracted by the new young lady in the office and concentrate on his job." 

Lynne threw me a look as I scowled at Barry's words. He knew I had never been anything less than professional. I had told Lynne all about Amy as well. I might have downplayed her attractiveness, but Lynne knew I wasn't interested.

"What do you propose we do to teach him Barry?"

"I propose we fuck right in front of him." 

I was stunned. My mind was screaming that I should get up and beat the living dogshit out of Barry whether I needed a job or not. Lynne looked as if He had just asked her to eat a bucket of pig shit. I almost laughed at her look of revulsion. Barry however seemed to not notice. 

"That's a lovely offer Barry," she said in a placating voice. I was instantly reminded how silly the thought of her ever giving in to him was. I knew she'd shoot him down in flames. 

"There are two problems with your offer though," she continued. "First, I am sure my husband would divorce me in a heartbeat for even considering it. Second I only have eyes for him. I say we forgive and forget and move along with our lives." 

"He wouldn't divorce you Lynne. Most men fantasize about seeing their wife fuck another man."

"I don't," I chimed in but Barry carried on with aplomb as if I hadn't even been in the room. 

"If he divorces you my dear he ends up paying for you to live in this house until you decide to marry someone else, and then you get half of its value from him. If he divorces you I'll fire him and then he'll be hard pressed to meet the large alimony payments you would be due to receive. You have him over a barrel my lady."

"Look Barry," she said. "I love him and I know he loves me. Why would I want to hurt him?"

"You wouldn't hurt him. You'd only be taking control." She looked unsure so he continued. "Do you mean to tell me Lynne that you like having to have his approval to go out with your friends? You have to justify buying something pretty for yourself? Do you mean to tell me that you aren't even the slightest bit ready to make him crawl for you?

"Lynne what I am proposing will give you absolute control over him. All you have to do is tell me that he isn't toeing the line, and I'll ruin him. I can make sure he never works in advertising again and he'll have to work several jobs to stay out of prison.

"Not to mention the fact that it will improve your sex life by leaps and bounds. Think Lynne; not only could you have sex any time you want, but you could have sex with any guy you want. Jacko there will eventually realize his love for you goes deeper than mere sex. He'll be happy to see you fulfill all of your fantasies. And, when you do allow him the enjoyment of your body, he'll appreciate it so much that he'll bend over backwards to please you. You can't lose Lynne."

"He's fucking nuts!" I thought, "Or stupid." I was wondering what exact words my wife would use to shoot him down. I was sure he'd fire me after she lit into him, but it would be worth it. I would also track him down some night, ring his doorbell, and kick the shit out of him. 

Needless to say I got the shock of my life when she asked, "What are we waiting for?"

I just sat there in shock. I kept expecting her to start laughing and tell him he had been sucked in. Usually when she did that to me she'd go for an old term and say "Psyche!"

Even as they were stripping each other I expected her to call the joke off. Finally I got pissed and grabbed Barry by the scruff of the neck and began frog marching him out of my house. He was chattering on about firing me and suing me for assault when Lynne hollered from behind "Damn it Bill you stop right there!"

"What? You can't be fucking serious Lynne. I know you can't stand this bastard."

"I am serious Bill. You almost fucked his business up and he isn't going to fire you, so this is the least I can do."

"You best stop this foolish bullshit right now or I will.."

"You'll what? Divorce me? Fine we'll get a divorce and then you can work your ass off in menial jobs trying to keep my standard of living high enough to keep me from having you thrown in jail."

"And I'll have you locked up for laying your hands on me," chimed inn Barry. "I was going to make this easy for you, but now you have to get in here and watch."

"I'll fucking ki.."

"You'll do nothing. You'll sit back and take it. You have no other choice. Cuckolding or prison? Come on Lynne; let me show you how a real man treats a woman."

I'd like to say that Lynne came to her senses and tossed Barry out on his ass. I'd like to tell you that she laughed when she saw his pathetic cock. I'd really like to not tell you how she actually squirted when she came. 

When all was said and done Barry left, admonishing me to be on time for work in the morning. If I hadn't been broke, I would have bought a pistol that night and sent two certain people to meet Jesus.

Lynne came out of the bedroom a little while after Barry left. I was sitting on the new expensive couch. "You can stop sulking Bill. It's over for tonight. Come to bed."

"Fuck you. I'm not sleeping in that bed ever again. I'll sleep on the couch. I'm sure glad Barry doesn't turn you on. If he had you'd have fucked him on the table and then I'd never be able to eat."

"Look. I'm sorry Bill, but I...I don't know. He was talking about all of the power I'd have and it turned me on immensely. I think he's a disgusting pig, but he had me so hot that I was ready to explode." 

"Yeah, the way you were urging him on and telling him how fucking great he was sure made you sound disgusted. And telling him he was better than me? That was so fucking out of line. Unless you have been lying to me about how good I am, and there was no way he's bigger. I've seen bigger cocks on new-borns."

"Come on Bill. He wasn't that small."

"What? He makes me look like a fucking porn star. I had to look twice to see if he HAD a dick. Of course the way you were carrying on, I would have thought you were fuckin' Long Cock Magee."

"Yes I enjoyed it. Having power and humiliating you was a huge turn on for me. Seeing you humble and powerless got me going. Even talking about it makes me horny, come fuck me baby. I need it. I won't tell Barry."

"Get bent whore. I can't even look at you without feeling betrayed, anger and revulsion. No fucking thank you."

"Come on Bill. I am sure Barry won't keep this up for too long."

"Once was too long. I'm here still only because I am between a rock and a hard place. I'm still here because I have no options," I said trying hard to keep from crying in front of her. "You fucking humiliated me. I have to look at that asshole everyday now knowing he thinks he's a better lover than I am. I have to deal with knowing that he took the one thing in this world that I held truly precious." 

I lay on the couch and crossed my arm over my eyes. I heard her shuffle off to the bedroom. I couldn't even think straight. I knew there had to be a way out of my predicament, but I couldn't see it. 

I went in early to work and tried to get to my tasks. I was doing well until Barry came in and shot me a smirky grin. It took everything I had not to walk over and smash his smug face. I didn't know exactly how I was going to deal with the whole situation, but snippets of a plan were coming to me. 

After doing a little research on the internet I knew what steps I had to take first. I needed to leave work early. That would be no problem. I also needed Lynn to be at work. She probably was, because Barry surely didn't wear her out. 

I spent most of my morning on the internet locating the things I needed to turn the tables on my wife. I would lose my job but I wouldn't lose my home. I located several places in Houston where I could get what I sought. 

Around noon I went to Barry's office and told him I was leaving. "I never said you could leave early," he said.

"Yeah you did. I made this appointment three weeks ago and told you about it then. I cleared this with you long before I made the appointment." I was lying through my teeth but Barry never remembered things. Jane usually conned him out of three weeks' vacation every year. 

He stared at the wall stupidly for a minute and then said, "OK. Yeah I remember. GO ahead but you better be at home when I get there this evening."

"What? No one ever said .."

"Jacko, this was set up last night. Maybe if you hadn't been sulking you would have known. I'm also going to have a surprise for you. I know you hate me, but that just makes it sweeter."

"I don't hate you Barry. But I can't say I'd piss on you if you were on fire."

"6:00 Jacko. Don't be late." 

"Fuck you," I said under my breath as I closed the office door. 

My first stop was an electronics store across town. I bought several mini cameras and microphones. The guy at the store told me how to set it all up. He said they were motion activated and they sent the video to a secure website so that even if someone compromised my computer the videos would be safe.

My next stop was an attorney's office. Paris Hyde was the least likely name I had ever heard for an attorney, but her reputation for helping men with marital problems was legendary. 

I told her the complete story and what I was doing to gather evidence. She confirmed that I didn't need to disclose my "espionage" because I was sole owner of my property. She advised me not to drop my bombs until she had everything ready to file. She also said I had to sit through at least one more session to get evidence to support my claims. Under Texas law, I could divorce her for cruelty or adultery, and in some cases both could be listed as cause. She also gave me other avenues to pursue. I couldn't wait to laugh in Barry's face.

I went home and set the cameras up. I put three in the bedroom, and two in the dining room. The other two I put in the living room. By time I was done, I had time to move my clothes into my office. 

I also retrieved a pillow and a blanket from the hallway closet. Lynne had bought them only because they were on sale. That closet was full of crap she'd bought on impulse. After I placed them in the office, I went out to a bar. 

I got home around 9 to find Lynne was sitting at the table drinking a glass of wine. I didn't say a word to her as I went in to take a shower. For the first time since I had moved out of my parents' house I locked the bathroom door. 

I thought I heard the door rattle but I was unsure. I smiled to think that I could indeed keep control of my life, and that soon she'd know how little control she really had. I took my time getting dressed and went straight to my office.

A few minutes later the door opened and Lynne walked in. I mentally added, "Buy a lock set for the office door," to my to-do list. I had just logged onto my computer to see how much evidence my cameras had gotten during my absence. I quickly shrank the window as she sat on the edge of my desk.

My heart ached because she had done that so many times. She'd sat on the corner of my desk many times to let me know she was horny. Horny was the last feeling in my body. All I saw was a traitorous cunt on my desk. She didn't say anything; she just sat there staring at a spot on the wall. 

I looked up at her and asked "What?"

"You've never locked me out of your shower before," she said with a sniffle.

"You've never completely disgusted me before. Were you coming in to tell me about the great sex with Barry?"

"It wasn't great," she said. "It was terrible. I realized what a pig he is and realized I was doing you wrong."

"Got 'em!" I thought. I now had proof of adultery for my lawyer to use.

"He was mad that you weren't here," she continued. "I told him that you'd been called away for an emergency. I let him have me thinking it would be as great as last night was, but it was horrid."

"So basically you both got off on humiliating me," I stated flatly. "Without good old Bill to kick around the thrill was gone. Well boo fuckin hoo."

"I thought you loved me," she whined. 

"I did until you let Barry Masters between your legs."

"Last night was incredible," she said. "All I want is to experience that again and you are being a selfish brat and want to deny me. You're supposed to love me enough to help me achieve sexual bliss. It doesn't hurt you, well maybe your ego, but it is such a turn on for me."

At that point I realized that she was buying Barry's shit hook, line, and sinker. I told her one last time to get the fuck out of my office and then I left the house. I drove around aimlessly for a while and ended up in Galveston. 

Being Friday night I had my pick of any number of bars. I opted for one that I had never been to before. Lynn and I used to go down to Galveston a lot. We'd spend the day on the beach and then close down a bar. 

As I was drinking I saw Hank Shaw walk in. Hank was working for Barry when I started. He left to work for a local radio station five years ago. He saw me and came over to where I was sitting.

"Bill. Long time no see."

"Hey Hank. How's the radio life treating you?"

"I can't bitch. Are you still with that fucktard Barry?"

"Unfortunately. Did you hear that Walt left?"

"No. I haven't seen Walt in a couple of years actually. He came to the station and hit me up for a job. Told me Barry was making his life hell and he had to get out of there." 

"Yeah I hear that. I know I am tired of his third rate ass."

"You know, just between you and me, I know Barry has run a lot of good people off. Hell, when I worked for him he screwed two different guys' wives. Can you believe that shit? What always got to me was neither one beat his ass for it." At that point his party arrived and he bade me farewell and went to sit with his friends. 

"Two guy's wives." I suddenly smelled a rat. I decided I had to talk to Walt. Maybe he hadn't threatened me that day but warned me. Before I left the bar I asked Hank if he knew how to get ahold of Walt. He said he didn't so I left. 

I got home and crashed out on the couch. I didn't see or hear Lynn and I was just fine with that. I was dying to talk to Walt, but in a city the size of Houston, you just can't go door to door until the right guy answers. Just as I fell asleep the answer hit me.

Lynne was gone when I got up Saturday morning. I went to Lowes and bought a lockset for my office and installed it. I opened up the cameras on my computer and checked to see what they had recorded. 

I saw Lynne and Barry fuck for about five minutes. I heard Barry apologizing over and over for not making her cum. She assured him she was fine and said it would be better when I was back. "Speaking of Jacko," she told him. I wanted to bitch slap her for calling me that. I tolerated it at work because I got paid to be there. I would not tolerate her calling me that.

"Speaking of Jacko, we might want to go easier on him. Let's keep our activities to Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"That's fine," said Barry. "I have things on most nights anyway. I just wanted to make Jacko sweat. We'll make him wear the surprise next time."

"Surprise?" I opened all of the video files and watched Barry enter the house carrying something in a bag. He told her how much he'd like to pound her on the couch and she chastised him and said nobody would ever fuck on her couch. 

He told her he'd brought my surprise but since he and Lynne were in such a hurry to fuck, he showed her what was in the bag as they rushed down the hallway. I had no camera in the hall so the surprise would remain just that; a surprise. "Horny fuckers," I said dismayed that I didn't know what the surprise was. 

I spent the rest of the weekend avoiding Lynne. If she was home I tried my damnedest to be out and about. I spent Sunday evening in my office. She had tried to tell me that Barry had been by on Saturday evening, but the video revealed the truth. She had sat around drinking wine and fucking herself with a dildo.

Since she didn't have a dildo when all of this shit with Barry started, I assumed she had bought it that day. Going over the video I discovered she had bought the dildo and some lingerie. 

The nice thing about Barry is the fact that he's completely predictable. He leaves the office at five o clock every day without fail. He expects the rest of us to stay until five thirty. Jane leaves at ten after and then everyone else drifts out leaving an empty office by five twenty. 

On Monday I found myself alone in the office at five thirty. I went into Barry's office and opened his computer. I knew his passwords because the guy actually had Jane write them down in case he forgot them. I opened the top drawer on her desk and was rewarded with not only his passwords, but also sticky notes to write them on.

In short manner I was in Barry's computer and rifling through the personnel records. I got Walt's address and logged out. I also wrote on Barry's calendar an approval for a vacation day for Wednesday. I also noticed that Jane had penned herself in for vacation the following week. 

As I was leaving I thought I heard someone in the office, but I didn't see anyone. I took a quick look around and left. I stopped at What A Burger on the way home. Lynne never liked me eating fast food so it would piss her off, and I could eat in my office and not be around her. 

Tuesday passed by rather quickly. Barry came over that night and I found out what my surprise was. It was a metal cage designed to cause me pain if my cock got hard. It was also designed to prevent me from fapping. Needless to say if they expected me to be tortured by it they were sorely disappointed. I hadn't sported wood since the whole Barry debacle began. 

Barry did mention bringing Amy in for a threesome. "Maybe we can let Jacko lick my cum out of both of you," he quipped. I wondered how he'd get her into this mess. 

I did get quite a kick out of hearing Lynne going to town with her vibrator mere minutes after telling Barry what a stud he was, and how he made her cum harder than I ever thought about. 

I also got a bit of dark pleasure out of taking some of the wind out of Barry's sail when he got an eyeful of my cock in the chastity device. Every time any reference was made to him being more of a man than me I chuckled. 

On Wednesday I went to see Walt. I arrived at the address I got from Barry's computer and rang the doorbell. I could tell that the woman who answered the door had once been a damn attractive woman. She still would be, but she looked haunted. I could tell that stress was eating her alive. 

I felt bad when I asked for Walt. The look of guilt on her face when she told me where I could find him was heart wrenching. By the time I thanked her for her help and she closed the door there were tears rolling down her face. I almost tried to say something comforting, but decided I didn't know the situation so I just moved on with my quest. 

I found Walt right where she said I would. He was in a room at a real shit hole motel just off the freeway. Not even the hookers brought johns to the dump, but I suppose it was cheap shelter. 

I knocked on the door. I was shocked when a disheveled version of Walt opened the door. He was wearing a dirty wife beater and a pair of cargo shorts that appeared to be five sizes too large. He stepped back from the door as if he was a vampire and the daylight would kill him. 




Control



"Jacko? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Well, I tried to talk to you at your house but I was redirected here." His face sunk when he looked at me. 

"Barry got to you didn't he? Damn it I should have warned you before. Come in man. Hell I should have risked jail to fully warn you in front of Barry."

I walked into the room that served as Walt's domicile. There was a saggy single bed in the middle of the room, flanked by a threadbare couch on one side and a small table and two rickety chairs on the other. 

"Jacko, part of what is happening to you is my fault."

"How the hell can it be your fault Walt? You left before Barry started his shit with me."

"Well, let me tell you a story Jacko. I knew from the first time that Barry met my Marion he wanted to fuck her. It's just something about the guy; he has to do shit like that. The woman doesn't even have to be hot. 

"I worked for Barry for twelve years. When I first got there a guy named Jarvis was in your position. Jarvis and I were pretty much the team along with Jane. Jarvis got married to a gal from Humble. She wasn't all that much to look at, but Jarvis loved her. 

"One year at the bank Christmas party Barry tried to make the moves on Jarvis' wife. I left before the whole thing started, but I heard all about it. Jarvis nearly hospitalized Barry. When we got back to work that following Monday, Jarvis was gone and Barry was still wearing bruises. 

"Barry brought Hank Shaw in and then he replaced Jarvis with some college kid. I can't remember the name of the guy who replaced Jarvis, but I know Barry got to his wife and the guy quit. He was replaced a guy named Steve Harkin. 

"A year later Steve left and you replaced Steve. I had heard that Barry had gotten to Steve's wife. Barry had somehow figured out a way to get guys' wives to fuck him without them beating his ass like Jarvis did. Unfortunately I soon found out how he was doing it. 

"Just after Hank quit, Barry called me into his office and told me I had fucked up on an ad. He'd spent all morning long talking our client into not firing us and making it right with them. He told me he'd discuss my future later over dinner. I was to bring my wife and meet him at a local hotel."

"Bastard invited himself to my house for dinner. What ad did you fuck up by the way?"

"A. M. Motors. I accidently put the wrong price on a car in the ad. Funny thing is; I don't even remember modifying the ad." Again the alarm bells were going off in my head. 

"Any way. Barry told Marion he wouldn't fire me if she'd consent to cuckolding me. He told her that there was no way we'd survive without my working for him.

"For three God damned years he fucked her three times a week. One night I happened to run into Joan. I told her that Barry was fucking my wife. I didn't know they were swingers. Barry came over the following evening and informed me that his wife had told him about our meeting.

"He then told Marion to stop taking her birth control. He said my punishment for trying to break his marriage up was going to be me raising his bastard child. The other option he said would be sucking his cum out of her cunt after he left. 

"That morning in his office I told him his bullshit had gone on long enough. He told me he'd decide when it was over. He told me that once he knocked Marion up he'd go after your wife. You know the rest. I'm living in this shit hole while I divorce my wife. I don't know where I go from here though."

"Did you divorce Marion?" I asked. 

"Not yet. I think I can hurt her more by not divorcing her and never paying her a dime in alimony. I wish I had evidence to support an adultery claim."

When I left Walt ten minutes later, he was a happier man. I told him I'd be in touch. I had told him enough of my plan to cheer him up, but not enough to derail it should Barry get wind of it. 

I felt pretty good as I drove a random pattern toward my home. It was early afternoon and I had no desire to be home when Lynne got there. As I turned onto a main thoroughfare I saw a familiar sight. I say "familiar" even though I had never been ther before in my life. I had, however, seen the picture of the place for as long as I had worked for Barry. A big cartoonish sign that read "A.M. Motors beckoned to me."

I pulled onto the lot and was instantly set on by four eager salesmen. A tall guy with a handle bar moustache and a ridiculous ten gallon hat had the lead and easily outpaced the other flopping ties. 

"What can I do you for?" he asked with an accent so thick it had to be fake. "Name's Sam Colt. Which of these beauties can I put you in today?"

"Sam Colt? Are you fucking kidding me? No wonder people think Texans are idiots." I thought as he shook my hand. "Well Sam, I wanted to know what I had to do to get my name in the drawing for the five hundred bucks."

"Aw heck son. We don't give away five hundred; we never draw for less than five thousand dollars. You can enter for free just by agreeing to listen to a phone pitch, receive e-mailings, and to be on our mailing list. Or you can buy a car and get one entry for every thousand you spend."

At 5:30 I found myself walking into my office. I now knew I had been railroaded. I was pissed off and I was looking for evidence to bury Barry. I wanted to contact the previous two guys that Barry had done this to. 

I went through all of the personnel files and found the two I was looking for. Steve Embree and Kenny Lawrence were easily located by accessing their colleges' alumni data groups. I didn't care if I was leaving an electronic trail, because I was using Barry's computer. 

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was just after six. I knew the cleaning people came in at nine so I had time. I opened some financial files and got into Barry's book keeping. I began looking for receipts from A.M. Motors. I found entries where every other client had paid us, but no A.M. Motors. 

I was intently looking through Barry's computer for information when I heard someone ask, "Find anything good?" 

I spun around and found myself looking into the ice blue eyes of Amy Stewart. I had been busted red handed. I was in the office after business hours, I was in the boss' computer and I had confidential files lying around. I was completely lost for words. 

The look on Amy's face was inscrutable. I had no clue if she was going to rat me out or fuck me right there on Barry's desk. Then without realizing I was doing it I opened up and spilled my guts to her. I told her all about Barry cuckolding me and how he'd ruined a few other marriages.

As I struggled to calm down, she rephrased her question. "Did you find anything to bury this bastard?"

Amy and I left the office before the cleaning crew got there and went to have dinner at a small place near her place. We compared notes and she told me her life story. By the time she was done I knew things that changed the scope of what I was planning. I also now had a partner in crime.

BM and Sons didn't mean what I thought it meant. It meant Berkhardt, Markowitz and Sons. Jefferson Berkhardt and Jacob Markowitz had opened the ad agency in the seventies. Jefferson's son and Jacob's two sons worked for them when they were of working age. 

After graduating college, Dennis Berkhard decided he didn't want to be in the ad game and joined the Air Force. Jacob's eldest son joined the firm and his youngest decided to try other ventures. 

Five years later Jacobs' youngest son was incarcerated for trafficking cocaine. During the court sessions Jacob's health began to fail. He soon stepped down from BM and Sons and his eldest son took his place. Meanwhile after some dirty politics and some greasing of judicial palms, Jacob's youngest son was free to return to his legitimate business that he'd allegedly used as a cover for moving cocaine into the Houston area. 

Now Jefferson was running the agency with Jacob's son Barry. Barry had his name change from Markowitz to Masters to avoid publicity from his drug dealing brother. One day Barry approached Jefferson and told him that he had messed an ad up and that he'd spent two days kissing ass and making things right to avoid losing a big client and he used the mistake as leverage to push Jefferson out of the business.

Jefferson's daughter Margie married a man name Peter Stewart. Margie and Peter had a daughter named Amy. "So Barry has been pulling this shit for a long time huh?"

"Yeah he has. My grandfather admitted he messed up on the ad, but that was still not reason for Barry to pull that shit on him."

"Let me guess. The ad was for A.M. Motors."

"Yes it was. Do you know who owns A.M. Motors?"

"Alan Markowitz," I said. "I didn't know until your story that he and Barry were brothers, but I knew they were in cahoots. A.M. doesn't pay anything but material costs for their advertising."

Amy went on to tell me how often Barry had been asking her on dates, or asking her to lunch. She had turned him down flat every time and she could tell he was getting pissed off. "I think that's the reason he made me stop working so close with you Billy."

After we had shared all of our information with each other, we made our plan and called it a night. I got home after midnight and looked in at Lynne. She was sleeping with my old pillow pulled in tight as if she were spooning it. I felt no pity at all for her. 

I did feel better knowing I wasn't going against Barry alone. Amy had been grateful that I had uncovered so much and that there was a way to strike back at him. She had envisioned putting up with his crap for a few years before she had enough to take him down.

I ended up getting a reprieve for Thursday night. Barry told me to tell Lynne he was sorry but he had a big meeting to attend and would be gone all weekend. "Call her yourself, asswipe," I thought to myself as he left the office. 

I went home that night and mowed my yard and messed around in the garage for a while. When I went in to shower, Lynne was wearing a new negligee. "Do you like?" she asked me. 

I chuckled and said, "You're wasting your time. Lover boy had a meeting and canceled tonight."

"You could take advantage then," she said without missing a beat.

I just laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"You thinking I want someone else's leftovers. That's a fucking riot."

"What do you mean 'Someone else's leftovers'? I am still your wife so this is your pussy."

"Aren't you forgetting the creepy piece of shit who is supposed to be fucking you tonight? The same creep that you decided to fuck because humiliating me was so much damn fun? Fuck off and die. I want nothing to do with your festering hole."

She stomped off to the bedroom and I took a shower. I grabbed my pillow and hit the couch. She must have been pissed off because I didn't hear her toy until almost midnight.

The next morning Amy approached me at work. She smiled evilly and said, "Guess who has to work on the A.M. Motors ad today."

"Is she bigger than a bread box?"

"Funny. I want you to check it over when I am done. I am sure Barry has a plan for me. Did you know that he asked me to go to Florida with him this weekend?" I shook my head. "Yeah. I told him I had plans, then he got upset and then told me the A. M. Motors account was mine."

"Well the jerk off couldn't bed you any other way so he has to lord some power. He just has to hope you don't quit."

"Oh, I won't quit. I have plans," she said as she winked and went back to her cubicle. 

After everyone else left for the day I looked Amy's work over as she requested. It looked like every other A.M. Motors ad we had printed. I made copies of the information sheets and took a picture of her ad. 

"So do you have plans for the weekend?" she asked me.

"Just avoiding the wife," I said. "You?"

"No plans. I do have extra room if you want to avoid her completely. I'm not offering my body, but we could have a fun weekend."

We did have fun. My fun began with ignoring Lynne's protests as I packed a bag. I even included work clothes for Monday in case I decided to not come home until Monday evening. It sounded like an echo in our house. 

"Where are you going to be?"

"Not here."

If I could speak any other languages I would have said more to her, well as long as she didn't speak them as well. My grandfather had taught me a few swear words in Polish, but I didn't feel like swearing at her. 

She was crying as I walked out the door. I know some would call me an asshole, but I could not be with a woman who took pride in humiliating me. I did plan on watching all of the surveillance video; I wanted to see the look on her face when she called my cell phone and discovered it was on the couch. 

Amy and I had a great weekend. When I got to her place she came out with an overnight bag and told me to drive. After I had gone a few blocks I said, "Do we have a destination, or are we just running away?"

She laughed, "Oh yeah. We're going to a friend's house. They have a home on Lake Conroe." 

Her friends had a beautiful home. I knew if Lynne had seen it she'd want to sell our house and buy one like it. She had griped a time or two that we didn't live in The Woodlands, or in The Heights but we did have a nice home so she'd finally stopped wishing so much. 

We spent Saturday on their boat. I drank several beers with Tony as we tried no to stare openly at Amy and Kathy lounging in their bikinis. When Amy wanted to water ski, I think we were both hoping for a suit mishap.

That evening Tony did up the quintessential Texas Bar-b-que. We had plenty of food and beer. They had several other friends come, and everyone seemed to have a wonderful time. 

Amy introduced me as "a friend" to everyone she knew. Tony and Kathy introduced me as "Amy's friend." I was pleased at one point when one of the gals took Amy aside and told her she shouldn't let me get away, because I was a keeper. I caught a thoughtful look on her face and then made sure she didn't see me looking her way.

On Friday night we each had a room. Since Tony and Kathy had another couple who'd driven from Baytown they asked if I minded sleeping on the sofa so that they wouldn't have the long drive back. I didn't mind. If I had been at home I would have been on the sofa anyway. 

Kathy left me to find me a pillow and blanket. I looked at the couch and realized it was the same one that had taken up residence in my own living room. I could hear Kathy talking to someone. 

I couldn't tell what she was saying or to whom she was speaking, but I definitely heard her say "OK. Well good night then." I heard a bedroom door close. I sat and waited for Kathy to return but instead Amy came out.

"Hey, I have a full size bed. No reason for you to sleep on the couch Billy. I trust you to be a gentleman."

I took one look at her and realized that arguing would be futile, so I accompanied her to the bedroom. She wore a long t-shirt to bed, and I didn't know if she had panties or shorts on underneath. I wore a pair of shorts so I wasn't too worried about inappropriate contact. 

"I trust you to be a gentleman." Those words rang through my head when I awoke in the morning with Amy spooning me and my hand very casually holding her right breast. My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds and her ass was pushed back into me so hard that I was afraid that the material of my shorts would fail to keep us chaste. 

I moved to extricate my hand and she gripped it. "Not yet Billy," she said sleepily. She sighed and pushed into me further. "I can't wait."

"Can't wait? Can't wait for what?" I wanted to ask, but she'd resumed her light snoring. 

I awoke later alone in bed. My cock ached like mad. For a few minutes I lay there reveling in her smell on the pillow next to me. I got up and took a shower. I took care of my raging boner as well. 

I found everyone on the deck enjoying bacon and eggs and coffee. I saw a huge smile on Amy's face as I sat across from her. We all made small talk as we ate. I was slightly embarrassed and I kept catching Amy looking at me.

Amy and I left in the early afternoon. I thanked Tony and Kathy for their hospitality, and Kathy said she was sure we'd see more of each other. I wrote it off to them being good people and thought nothing more of it. 

We chatted lightly as we drove back home. We went back over our plan. I was sure Barry was going to make his play on Monday and we talked over contingencies. "If he tries to make me have sex with him one on one I'll just make him fire me."

"At that point I'll drop my bombs as well. I won't make you stand alone."

"I know you won't Billy." 

I glanced sideways as she said that. She wore a smile that I couldn't quite read. Then it dawned on me that she had been calling me Billy. I searched my memory and found that I couldn't recall the first time she'd called me that, but I loved the sound of it.

We got back to Amy's apartment and I carried her bag to the door for her. "You can stay here tonight if you want to Billy. I promise not to bite."

Choosing between staying with Amy and going home to hear Lynne's bullshit wasn't hard at all. Amy did give me a curious look when I brought my work clothes in. "Were we a bit confident that I'd let you spend Sunday night too," she asked.

I chuckled. "Well I had hoped, but I was also ready to get a hotel room instead of listening to Lynne's crap." 

I had planned on sleeping on Amy's couch but she wouldn't hear of it. "I have a queen size bed and I only use half of it. We slept together last night and nothing happened, so we can do it again."

A funny look passed over her face, but when she caught me looking at her she smiled. "I know you're still married and I don't want you to stoop to her levels. You are too good of a person Billy. But I also admit that I loved waking up in your arms this morning."

We slept in pretty much the same attire as the night before; I in shorts and her in a long t-shirt, but we woke in a different position. I woke up to find she had her face in my chest and her leg was thrown over my hip. One hand was on my chest and the other arm was wrapped around me. My arms fully encircled her, and I was glad that there was a little breathing room at our crotch areas because I once again had a raging hard on.

I was in heaven. I wished that I could hold her like that forever, with the scent of her hair filling my nose, and her warm soft body fitting so well with mine. I realized that Barry had taken a lot more from me than just my wife. She had been my friend and my companion. 

I wasn't sure what I would do next but I knew my life with Lynne was done. I would never be able to look at her again and not feel humiliation and betrayal. Amy was great, but I didn't think she'd have any interest in a guy seven years older and un-employed. 

I dozed until Amy's alarm went off. We got up and took turns in the bathroom. I showered first and then got dressed while she was in the shower. I had planned on getting to the office before Jane, or anyone else. 

I was about to leave when Amy came out of the bathroom with a towel around her hair and wearing a large bathrobe. I felt a bit awkward telling her that I'd see her at work. There was something behind her look but I wasn't sure what it was. She smiled and told me to hurry. 

I was in the office fifteen minutes before anyone else and had my task completed in five minutes. I then started the coffee and went to my desk. Within half an hour everyone was there. Amy gave me an odd look as she walked to her cubical. 

Barry of course was last to arrive. He didn't say anything to anybody as he went straight into his office. After lunch, he called Amy in. From my desk I couldn't see or hear anything from Barry's office. 

Twenty minutes later, Amy came back out and went to her desk. I didn't get a look at her so I had no clue as to her mood. I did see that Barry had a spring in his step when he left at four. Everyone else was gone by five and I stayed ten more minutes before I did a couple of things and went home.




Control



Integra walked down the quiet hallway. A box of things in her hand. It was easier to think of them as just 'things' at these times. Everyone was away. Except Seras. Integra had bade her to be in her room for a while. Long enough to get it over with.

Her grandfather and her father kept notes about vampires. Private notes for family only, not that she shared anything personal with others. There were vague mentions of what vampires could inspire in their prey. How one could twist another to dark and corrupt thoughts. The seals placed on them would ensure that there attention would not wander, but instead be placed on the holder.

On her, now.

More oblique references to how a held vampire could be directly controlled and how to make it forget what transpired were not lost on her. With Alucard the violent fantasies he projected were easily ignored and only on a few occasions had she needed to do this. Whatever story his mind made-up once she was finished did not concern her.

With Seras, Integra hadn't thought that she was doing anything. Nothing like she associated with vampires for days, nothing of the terrible feelings they made others feel. Not until she caught herself fantasizing about sucking on Seras's breasts. 

Her hands clenched at the memory. The insidiousness of it. It had slipped past all her defenses. She built them up over the years, needing them for her life. To felt them breached so easily stabbed her heart. She would not allow anyone to think that she was weak, that she could be won over by soft imitations of 'love'. She would show Seras who was in control.

First she set out rules for herself. If she didn't have rules then she was no better than them. She would not make Seras drink blood. It would be so much easier if Integra made her, but it was Seras's choice and not hers. She also would not take the girl's virginity away. She should be allowed to give it to someone who cared about her more what Integra planned for the night.

Seras's room was just ahead. Integra stopped at the door and invoked the control on Seras. She walked in. The vampire sat blank-eyed on her chair. She gave no indication that she saw or noticed anything.

"Undress" Integra commanded. She turned away and was about to disrobe her self when she decided that Seras should. The surrassations of clothes against skin told Integra that Seras was finished.

The vampire stood, unconcerned about her nudity when Integra glanced at her. Death had not marred her skin yet. It was still a healthy pallor. Her breasts did not sag, even without a bra. There was a stray thought, Integra stomped on it.

"Undress me." Dully she walked over and unbuttoned Integra's shirt. A distant warmth briefly flashed and was gone. Integra refused to acknowledge it. She was not weak. She would never submit. She was in control. Seras's quick fingers opened up Integra's vest and shirt. Seras pushed off her clothes in a fluid motion. A soft thud and they hit the ground. The sharp click of her pants and they were undone. Integra stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Her bra was last. The quiet that followed consumed all. Seras gazed the dark bronze woman in front of her. There was no praise, no demeaning stares. She just waited. "Please me."

Seras's hands glided across Integra's arms. Feather touches that did things to Integra she suppressed. The vampire's fingers played on Integra's skin and slowly looped her way to her master's master chest. She gazed intently at Integra. Looking for anything that Integra liked. As her hands breathed past the taller woman's nipples she twitched. Seras leaned forward and took Integra's nipple in her mouth and gently sucked on it. 

The feeling distracted Integra. A sigh escaped her lips. So different than Alucard. Seras's hands moved against Integra's legs. It was so distracting. So different than Alucard. Thoughts sang out like a hypnotic rain. Caring foreplay was a completely alien experience. The air melted around her skin. Seras's touches and caresses were warm and delicious. Integra pushed back, but this pleasure was soft and yielding. It wouldn't move back like the kind Alucard summoned. The feelings wrapped around her arms and feet.

Seras's hands traced patterns in lazy circles. Her lips moved downward. Her hands went higher. Whispers across Integra's skin. Kisses on her taunt stomach. Integra jerked. A teasing caress on the sides of Integra's breasts. The room tilted. Shortness of breath. It was different, so different. Not judging, not forceful, understanding and sentimental. Seras's caresses were vanishing. An insistence Integra could not name. A shiver passed through her and she did not know why. 

Somehow, sometime her panties had been removed. Thinking was hard. She lost track of time. She felt those touches drift further down. She felt hot. Seras was so cool, Integra stiffened. Lower, lower. Shock. Integra tossed her head back as Seras's tongue licked at her. A moan escaped her lips. Her body tensed. The melting air climbed her body and encased all her legs. The sybaritic feelings Seras caused vibrated throughout her. Seras nudged a part of her. It was like a finger rubbing on a wine glass. Seras's tongue darted farther in. The glass reached higher to Integra's abdomen. The young vampire's fingers continued to stroke and please Integra. The woman felt a building inside.

The room shook. That noise, that pleasure filled her mind. The world twisted. She looked at the ceiling, held in the air. She felt one of Seras's arms support her. The vampire continued with love-making. Tension everywhere in her. Seras kept on, Integra's pleasure imperative in her mind. Integra's muscles contracted and relaxed as Seras's tongue caressed her. Slowly, wonderfully, Integra could no longer feel anything but ecstasy. The wine-glass sound became her being. Her whole body melted into glass. 

Seras seemed to know this and her efforts went faster. Breath went, thought vanished, nothing meant anything but the pressure all through her. The glass vibrated in time with Seras's ministrations. Integra could not move or she would break. Seras continued, neither hurried or slowed. She wanted Integra to be happy. Integra's vision went, only the beautiful noise existed.

Then she shattered. Pleasure, endless and hers went on forever. 

When she woke up she was cradled in Seras's arms. She was humming some tune and rocking Integra back and forth. She done nothing else. Integra pushed her away and snapped upright. She let this happen. She lost herself. She gave herself to this undead creature. She even, even-No. Did Seras quietly laugh at her? She was a Hellsing! She would not, could submit to this!

Seras looked up at her and still had the friendly smile. She wouldn't be swayed by these pretend gestures. She wanted to bite her, use her, like every other vampire. She would not be taken in. It made Integra's face burn. Seras was the same, everyone was the same. They believed her so stupid as to fall for the lies.

Integra snatched her hair and slammed her into the ground. Seras's smile went away, only to be replaced by the look given to an ill friend who was not getting better. Integra punched her. I am not weak. Punch. I am not weak. Punch. I am not weak. Punch. I am not weak! Punch. I AM NOT WEAK! Punch. The echo in the chamber told Integra she'd been screaming it at Seras. Her body vibrated. She wanted to smash Seras's face in. For letting Seras make her feel good and then, then,-

She pushed her head down one more time and went to her box of things. She had plans, but they were forgotten in the rage. A blind need to hurt, to prove herself.. She grabbed the first item she saw. It was a blue phallus with straps to fit around her thighs and lower back. Integra snapped into it. There were oils and lubricants. She wasn't going to use them. It didn't matter if it hurt Seras or not. She'd show the vampire.

Seras had pushed up and was giving Integra a strange look. Without thought Integra smashed the back of Seras's head. The smack of bone on concrete sounded wonderful to her ears. Seras's expression never changed. Integra got between Seras's legs and shoved them apart. With her other hand she seized her waist and drug Seras's hips upward. Integra leaned over, ready to thrust into the vampire. Seras's had that caring gaze in her eyes. Integra smashed into the teen. She pumped in and out several times. Nothing changed in Seras's demeanor. 

"CRY OUT!" Seras immediately started cooing and gasping in pleasure. "IN PAIN!", the girl jumped into the sounds of hurt and torment. Integra smiled. This was better. She was in control. She made Seras feel what she deserved to feel. She was in charge. She was in control. Her own pleasure building as Seras's faked cries of pain continued.

When Integra was finished, hours later, she made Seras dress them both and checked over her for any marks that might be noticed. Nothing. It was unlikely that Seras would ever figured out what happened but Integra was not willing to take that chance. Everything had been placed back the way it had been.

Integra straightened her tie and walked out, releasing the control. 



Control



You start by tying my wrists to the headboard with a scarf. You know I like to boss everyone around during the rest of my life, but in bed, tonight, you are going to be in complete control. With a pillow under my ass, I'm naked, laying on my back and you spread my legs wide so you have full access to my pussy.

I'm already wet but you start by licking my cunt and fucking me with your tongue to really get me going, but you stop after only a minute because you know how fast I can come when you go down on me. You are in control and you are making me wait.

You tease my clit with the dildo before you slide it into my wet pussy. Slowly at first, teasing me with it by pushing it in deeper and deeper, then pulling it all the way out and teasing my cunt. You know what I want and you know how I want it, so you stop teasing me before I can come, you want me to get so hot and wet that I beg.

You leave the dildo deep in my pussy then slide up so your knees straddle my shoulders. You take your big cock in your hand and rub it for me, right in my face. You tell me to beg for your cock but before I can answer you put the tip in my mouth and start to slide your big cock deeper and deeper. 

You want to tease me though and you know how much I love to suck on your big hard cock, so you take it out and rub it between my tits, teasing my mouth with just the tip. I move my head forward to lick it while you fuck my tits, getting your juicy pre-cum all over my big tits and rubbing my nipples until they are hard and standing up just like your cock. Finally you give me your whole cock in my mouth again, pushing it in all the way, hard and fast.

You check that the dildo is still in my pussy, you move it slowly, careful not to move it too fast so I can't come. You love to tease me and you love that you are in control and I can't move my hands to my wet pulsating cunt to touch myself. I am so hot and so close but I can't do anything about it and you love having that control over me, so you push the dildo all the way into my pussy, fast and hard, then leave it there for me to feel while you slide your cock in and out of my mouth.

I can taste your sweet and salty cock as you slide it in and out, in and out of my mouth. Starting slow and shallow, then getting deeper and deeper. I moan in pleasure, I love the feel of your cock in my mouth and dildo deep in my pussy. The hotter I get the deeper I can take your cock into my mouth and I open my throat so you can push it in deep. I can feel your balls on my neck and I love it. You fuck my mouth, in and out, in and out, I taste your cum and I love it. 

You take your dick from my mouth and move up a little more so you can put your balls in my mouth. You tell me to open my mouth as wide as I can, to open my mouth wide just like I open my legs wide for you. I open up and you put your balls in my mouth. We both moan in pleasure, I love it when you tell me what to do and I love it that you are in complete control. You love it too and you fuck my mouth with your balls, you can feel it as I slide my tongue all over them and suck on them until they are as wet as my pussy. I can feel your cock on my face, making wet sticky spots of cum and I am so hot that I think I could come right then, but I stop myself because I know you are in control and you will make me come when you want me to.

You slide your cock in my mouth again, in and out just a few times before you take it out and rub it so I can watch while you tell me what else you want to do to me.

With my wrists still tied so I can't move my hands to touch myself to get the release of an orgasm that I desperately need, you flip me over and tell me to get on my knees. I do as you tell me and I feel you rub your big, wet cock in between my thighs and up in between my cheeks from behind.

You take the dildo out, then slide your fingers in so you can feel how wet and tight my pussy is. You lube up another finger and stick it in my tight ass. I tell you how much I love it, I tell you to give it to me and I beg for more so you start to tease my ass with the butt plug, pushing it in slowly, then taking it out. Finally you push it hard, all the way in and I moan even louder and tell you to give me your cock too. 

You tell me that you are in control and you will give me your cock when you say so, but you can't wait any longer either so while you push the plug into my ass hard, you slide your big pulsing cock into my wet, tight pussy telling me how hard you are going to fuck me. 

While you fuck me, you slap my ass because I begged for your cock, you slap my ass because even with my wrists tied I still try to be in control, you slap my ass and tell me that I am yours and you will do want you want, and your slap my ass because you like it (and you know that I like it too).

My pussy is so sensitive from all the teasing that I can feel your big dick pushing into me so deep and I can feel every little ridge from the big veins pulsing as you slide it in and out, harder and harder. You fuck me hard and spread my cheeks, telling me what you want and what you are going to do to me. You tell me that my pussy belongs to you and I keep moaning because you feel so good I will do whatever you want.

You reach around and rub my clit a little and I can hardly stand it. With the plug in my ass, your big cock in my pussy, and your finger on my clit, it is like every pleasure center in my body is humming and you can feel my pussy getting tighter around your cock.

Leaving the plug in my ass to keep it open for you, you untie my wrists so I can lie on my side. I watch you rub your hard cock, lubing it up really good so you can slide it into my tight ass. You tell me what you want and what you are going to do and even without my wrists tied I submit to you and tell you to give it to me. I want you so bad, I want to feel your big cock filling me up. You slowly remove the plug so you can work on sliding your cock into my ass.

You want it bad, but you know you have to go slow. You've been fucking me hard, but now you take it soft and slow. You know I like it hard, but teasing me slowly is good too. Laying on my side and with my ass stretched a little from the plug you are able to get your cock all the way in and it feels so good we both are close to coming. Laying close behind me, you finger my cunt softly while you fuck me in the ass and it only takes a minute before we are both coming. I start to come first and as my ass tightens around your cock you can feel it and it's too much for you, you lose control too and come inside me.



Control



For the one who continues to be my sole inspiration...

I was practically aching with desire. I was trying to be good and patient, but my body was betraying me. I kept imagining all of the things I wanted him to do to me and picturing his hard cock sliding down my throat. I was desperate for him, which did not differentiate this from any other day, but today the yearning seemed to grow exponentially as he denied me. 

"The more you move, the longer you will sit there, and I have all night, Jules..." The smooth honey of his voice hit my ears and I immediately stopped moving and sat up a little straighter. 

I was sitting in his high-back office chair, naked, legs spread wide and bound, arms tied securely to the armrests, the red ball gag in my mouth forcing my mouth open salaciously, drool running down my chin. My eyes were covered, only small slivers of light leaking in through the bottom of the blinders he had chosen. 

As usual, he was enjoying torturing me, occasionally coming over to rub my nipples or slide his fingers to my clit and rubbing gently, skillfully taking me upward towards bliss. But just as I would start to let go he would stop cold, leaving me frustrated and moaning my need for him. 

I heard the click of the camera on his phone and then silence. I wasn't sure if he had left the room or if he was just sitting quietly watching me, waiting for me to move. I tried with all my might to be still so he would reward me with his touch. 

My breaths were deep, making my breasts rise and fall as I struggled to compose myself and focus on something, anything that would distract me from wanting him so bad that it hurt.

My longing for him was such that it was all consuming and visceral. I could feel his hands on my body and his tongue in my mouth, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as the thoughts progressed. I willed myself to be still as I heard his footsteps approaching me and I mentally begged him to give me some sort of release. 

"Is my little slut horny?" He asked mockingly, bringing his hands to my nipples and rubbing gently as I nodded and moaned, arching my back and looking up at him, wishing I could see his eyes boring into mine with the intensity I loved so. 

"Do you want to cum, Jules?" He asked, keeping one hand on my nipple and bringing the other to my clit as he rubbed both slowly. 

"Yes! Please! Please let me cum!" I begged, the words coming out garbled and incoherent, more drool escaping my mouth as I struggled to communicate my desires. I was starting to lose control, I was slipping into a blurry puddle as he touched me; my body was surrendering to his sexy dominance, giving him everything he wanted and demanded from me with ease. 

"Good god you're so fucking wet, Jules. Your body belongs to me, I decide when you cum. Right baby?" He was getting aroused, I could tell by his tone and his words, this pushed me up even higher and I nodded again as I waited for him to give me permission to explode for him, as only he could make me. 

I was shaking and moaning as he withdrew his finger from my pussy and put both hands on my nipples, twisting and rubbing them as his mouth licked down my warm body and my waxed bikini area until it found my wet pink pussy. He spread my lips open with his tongue and I felt myself break apart as he licked furiously and nibbled lightly on my clit. He then backed off and started slowly licking me in a slow maddening circle. 

Quickly I shattered, body convulsing in pleasure as he sped up with my orgasm, fingers pulling harder on my nipples. I moaned and screamed in extraordinary pleasure, then felt two of his fingers push up and into me. 

I instantly clenched my muscles around them as he furiously shoved his fingers in and out of my gushing pussy. My whole body was tingling and my mouth was making obscene sounds around my gag as I continued cumming for him. 

It did occur to me, in the back recesses of my addled mind, that he hadn't exactly told me I could cum. But actions speak louder than words, right? And his actions had definitely wanted me to cum. Not sure he would see it that way, but the pleasure center in my brain could not have cared less. Just yet anyway. 

He kept his fingers buried in my pussy and the fingers of his other hand pulling at my nipple as his tongue swirled around my clit. He loved making me cum, but he hated to be disobeyed, especially when we we were in our apt roles. I rode out the orgasm until I felt his fingers slip from my pussy, instantly making me feel empty.

He didn't speak but but I felt his hands untying my wrists, then my legs. Before I could regain feeling in either, I felt myself being pulled from the chair, to my knees, by my hair. He reached behind my head and unsnapped the ball gag. 

"No talking Jules. And no hands. Just suck my cock so I can cum in your mouth or wherever I want..." as he said this he was dropping the gag and immediately shoving his very hard cock into my mouth. I took it in, my lips tightening around him as I savored the feeling. I loved sucking his cock, the feel, the taste, and, most of all, the sense of control over him that it gave me. 

I was kneeling before him as he ruthlessly fucked my face, hands pulling my hair hard, and I was absolutely in heaven. I was helplessly addicted to his cock and the way it felt inside my body. And to the way he made me work for it and submit to him in order to get what I needed. 

"Fuck Jules! Take it baby, take it all!" He muttered lustily as he slid his dick all the way to the back of my throat and held it in place. With his other hand be ripped the blinders off my eyes, wanting to watch my eyes water and grow bigger as he cut off my air supply. I squinted from the assault of the light and gagged as I tried to adjust to his size in my throat. 

"Look at me Jules!" I popped my eyes open as wide as I could and looked at him, trying not to panic from lack of oxygen. "Do you trust me baby?" He asked me, a smirk on his handsome face.

I nodded, eyes watering more, and he relented, briefly, pulling back his cock and allowing me to breath. Soon however he pushed back into my throat, keeping his hypnotic eyes locked on mine as he used me again and again. I slowly started breathing out of my nose and using my skillful tongue on his hard shaft as I sucked on him. 

I was so aroused and I wanted to taste his cum very badly. My hands gripped his ass as he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth. I slid them towards the crack and pulled apart his cheeks; he groaned and closed his eyes. I moved the fingers of one hand towards his asshole as the other kept his cheeks apart. 

He started moving his hips harder, shoving his cock into my wet and willing mouth, deeper and faster as I started working my index finger around his ass. I rubbed all around the outside then slowly ventured inside his ass, sliding it in and out a few quick times. 

My mouth was still hungrily devouring his hard cock, soon it was quivering in my mouth. He grunted loudly and stopped moving, he then started to cum, hard, hot semen pouring into my throat as his body convulsed. I kept my finger in his ass as he came, swallowing his cum, his hands still tightly clutching my hair. 

"Oh yes Jules take my cum you fucking slut!" He exclaimed, opening his eyes and looking down at me with incredible satisfaction. My stomach flip flopped and I smiled up at him, unable to contain the way he made me feel. He smiled back, despite himself, and pulled his dick from my mouth. Again I was struck by the emptiness.

I fell back against the chair and waited for my next direction. I watched his eyes trail my body as he considered his next move. As I looked at him, I wondered if he knew that I knew how he felt. That, under the dominance and the airs of control, he really loved me and wanted to make me happy. He just didn't want to get eaten alive. 

And me, well as much as I wanted him to think I would devour him, I really loved him too and could not imagine hurting him or not having him in my life. My pride often forced a mask of indifference, but when he was close to me, all my guards dropped. It was like a magical spell made us so perfectly "us" when we were together. As well as ridiculously happy and sexually compatible. 

"Stand up!" He ordered, bringing me back to the here and now. I struggled to my feet, using the strong arm be offered for leverage. He pulled me towards the doorway and across the hall to our bedroom. He shoved me face first onto the bed and slapped my meaty ass hard with his hand. His aggression was running hot tonight, there was probably a reason, but regardless, it was fucking turning me on. 

He grabbed a butt plug out of the drawer and ran it through my wet pussy to lubricate it before roughly shoving it into my ass. I grunted as he showed me no mercy, pushing it in as far as it would go. 

"Do I need to gag you again Jules?" He asked as he slapped me again on the ass with his hand. I cried out from the growing pains in my ass from the plug and his hard slaps. 

I was afraid to speak, remembering his earlier order, so I looked at him and shook my head furiously, my jaw still a bit locked up from the gag and sucking on his big dick. I didn't want to show my discomfort however, he would likely exploit any weakness I showed him now. 

"Then shut the fuck up. Now you came earlier before I told you to. What to do what to do..." God he was such an ass. He knew I would cum, he wanted me to cum, and still he got to use it to punish me. Fuck me. Not that I minded his punishments but still there was a principle here. 

But being a pain slut left me few options and my stubborn will power all but dissolved when he was in charge. "I think the cane will be good tonight, don't you Jules?" He asked rhetorically, as he went to fetch it from the closet. "Up on all fours please," he asked politely, his gentle tone belying his true intentions. 

I didn't reply but pushed up onto my hands and knees, head down deferently. He first came around to my face and pushed my chin up so we were eye to eye. He kissed me gently, then with more and more passion, running the cane up and down my back and ass tenderly, then, as our tongues danced, he quickly drew back and smacked my left ass cheek with the cane. 

"Ahhhhhh! I screamed out both in pain and surprise as he struck me twice more and then again when my cries got louder. I quickly discerned the pattern and when he struck me again I reacted much less dramatically, trying to control the pain. He kissed me again before pushing my head back down and returning to my ass, pushing the butt plug in further. 

"Are you wet yet Jules? I know you love your spankings, don't you slut?" He asked, again spanking me with the cane as I tried to hide the intense pain searing my bottom as well as how fucking horny it was making me. I simply nodded and flinched as he swung back to hit me again. He laughed as he landed the blow softly this time.

"Spread your legs. You know I hate when you try to guess what I'm gonna do Jules!" He said mockingly, as I pried my legs apart for him, sliding the round of the cane into my gaping hole. At the same time he slapped my ass with his hand and I clenched around it as I cried out. 

"What am I gonna do with you baby? You don't want to listen, you're pussy is wet like a fucking slut's and you won't shut up!" He kept moving the cane inside of me and I was worried I was gonna cum if he kept it up. I felt like a bitch in heat, so greedy and hungry for an orgasm from him that I was willing to do whatever it took. 

I would give up anything just to feel his cock in me. I settled for the cane and closed my eyes as it repeatedly hit my g spot. Lucky for me, every time I got close to cumming he would stop moving the cane and smack my ass harder. I was so frustrated I was pushing against the cane and begging him to fuck me. 

"You want me to fuck you Jules?" He asked me as he pulled the cane out of my pussy and spanked me with it three more times. I screamed out, almost ready to yell the safe word, when he threw it aside and rubbed my ass gently with his hand. I was in tears, more from the intensity and frustration than from pain.

"Yes, please, please fuck me, I promise I'll be good I just need your cock!" I begged him the way I knew he wanted me to, turning my head back towards him as I pleaded. When our eyes met, he must've seen something earnest in my tear soaked face, because something softened in him ever so briefly. 

"Okay Jules, I guess you've earned it. BUT..." He hesitated, watching my crestfallen expression and smirked again. He got off the bed and went back to his dresser to grab something else. I sighed in angst as I waited and lowered my head. Why did this shit turn me on so much? 

"Because you're a slut!" He finished for me and I turned back to look at him again. He was lewdly dangling a pair of nipple clamps before my bewildered eyes. Had I said that out loud? Or was he reading my fucking mind again? In my current state of delirium and near insanity due to my arousal I wasn't sure. 

"Come here baby," he said, sitting up against our sturdy wooden headboard and holding the nipple clamps at the ready. "I'm going to clamp your nipples, then you're going to ride my cock while I pull on them. We won't need the gag, this time I want to hear you scream and moan when you cum on my cock like a good slut. But not till I say or you won't cum for a week. Tell me you understand..." he said, purposely drawing this out, knowing I needed his cock in me like I needed oxygen.

"Yes sir. I understand. Please just let me feel you inside me. I need it so bad..." I crawled over to him and ran my hands over his chest and kissed his mouth. He parted his lips and our tongues touched, exchanging firecracker sparks between us. I rubbed his cock as we kissed, fondled the soft skin of the head with my fingers, feeling him grow larger and more needy for me as his hands grazed my nipples. 

He pushed open the sides of one clamp, fumbling as he attempted to multitask, my fingers driving him crazy as they rubbed his cock the way only I knew how. On the third attempt he got it into place and I sucked in my breath from the pressure as the blood rush to my darkening pink nipple. He quickly fastened the other and watched as I closed my eyes and arched my back, adjusting to the delicious pain, my hand never leaving his smooth cock. When tbe pain subsided I was ready for action.

"Can I please take it now? Can I slide my slutty wet pussy onto that beautiful hard cock of yours that I haven't stopped thinking about since the last time you fucked me silly? Please, baby boy?" I whispered to him, wrapping my firm legs around him, my pussy ever so close to his cock, my lips near his ear, knowing by the twitch of his cock in my hands that the tables had turned. I licked his earlobe as I waited for his response, half expecting him to cum in my hand from how large he felt beneath my fingers. 

"Oh god Jules...you're so hot. Yes baby please give it to me...give me your fucking pussy!" he panted, tugging on the chain that tethered my nipples and as much as I wanted to make him beg and plead and feel the utter desperation I had felt, I couldn't wait one more second. I lowered my hot pussy onto his cock slowly, ever so slowly, feeling every nerve ending fire as his thick cock claimed my pussy, again. 

"Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god!" I exclaimed as my nipples were pulled back and I was spurred into action, riding his cock up and down, faster and faster as the room started spinning and time and space were lost and it was just us alone on pleasure island. He held the chain down so that every time I bounced up it pulled and made me yell louder, the pleasure co-mingling with the pain and compounding every single second of our lovemaking into total ecstasy. 

His cock felt enormous inside of me and I wanted to cum so badly but I held back, building on the orgasm that would eventually overtake both of us, just as soon as he gave the word. I opened my eyes and saw his staring back at me, pretty golden orbs bright with lust and love protruding from him and into me. 

"Come for me Jules," he whispered, "I love you so much..." I immediately moaned his name and felt myself fall, the orgasm crashing all around us, my hips bucking, his cock releasing his seed into me as the room went dark. All I could feel was pleasure radiating through my entire body as I came hard, body shaking and grabbing onto him for support. 

His moans and pleas were music to my ears, his body my instrument as I kept my legs tightly wrapped around him, my hands stroking his back as we rode out the waves. He removed the clamps from my nipples hastily, cupping my breasts lovingly in the afterglow as I winced against him.

"That was fantastic. You're never allowed to let me go, I love you too much!" I told him, taking advantage of a moment of vulnerability to express my feelings. My ass and nipples were raw and my knees were rug burnt but none of that compared to the way my heart felt when it was close to his. I hugged him tighter and our hearts became one, the furious beats matched as we kissed. 

"Next you can clean my cock so I can shove it in your ass, I'm sure the plug has it ready for me by now!" He whispered and, again, we were off...



Control



She arrives shortly before midnight, her expression a mixture of fear and anticipation. I greet her at the door, wearing my outfit for this evening. Since I won't be the primary focus of your attention tonight, you've allowed me to add a black cape to my usual uniform of my collar and nothing else. If she is shocked, she makes no show of it, taking my appearance in stride. I bring her into the foyer and take her coat before directing her down to the dungeon. She says nothing the entire trip, but when she first enters the "play area", I hear her take a quick breath. "Not having second thoughts, are you?" I ask her.

"No," she relies with a shaky voice. "This place just caught me a little off guard."

"Well, you better get yourself in check, missy. Any sign of fear like that again, and she'll send you home. You don't want that, do you?"

"No.", dropping her eyes to the floor as she says it.

I say no more about it, and begin to prepare her for your arrival. I take her to the bathroom in the back and remove her clothes, and clean her thoroughly, per your instructions. When I am done, I lead her back to a spot near the foot of the steps and tell her to kneel there with her head bowed until we both return. Once she is in position, I leave to come get you from your bed chambers, turning off all the lights except the one directly above her.

When I enter your chambers, you are waiting for me, completely nude. In an effort to make you proud of me, I immediately begin my grooming duties by fetching your lotion and powder from your dresser. After setting them within easy reach on your bedside stand, I go to the closet and retrieve the outfit you intended to wear tonight. You stand up as I approach, your arms spread wide to indicate you are ready for me to do my assigned duties. I start by applying the powder between and under your breasts and between your legs. Then I take the lotion and massage it into your arms, back and legs. You rub the top of my head to show me that you approve of my actions thus far. Smiling, I pick the outfit off the bed and help you into it. I start with the black leather halter top you had custom made, helping you to button it up and adjust your nipples so that they stick through the holes in front. Then comes the black leather chaps, made in the style worn by motorcycle riders. You like these pants because they leave your pussy and your ass exposed so that they can be worshipped whenever you desire. Once I have the belt fastened, you sit back on the bed and I add the final component: a pair of knee high black leather boots, a pair that I gave you as a gift. I love them because they show off your shapely feet and calves. To tease me, you rub one of your feet along the side of my face and then point the toe to my lips, indicating you wish it kissed. I do so and it brings a smile to both our faces. Finally you say "I take it the child has arrived and is ready for me?"

"Yes, Mistress. I followed the instructions you gave me to the letter."

"Of course you did. It's not like you had a choice in the matter. Now, take me to her."

"Yes, Mistress."

I grab the candle on your dresser that you use for these occasions and light it before heading out the room and into the darkened hallway. I lead you down the stairs to the lower level, then down the next set of stairs to the dungeon. She is in still in her proper position, kneeling in a circle of light. I look closer and notice she's trembling.

"It is good to finally see you in person, child." You say to her. You met her online, but due to distance and scheduling, you had never really met her in person. However, thanks to a change of job, she lived in the immediate area. Drawing closer to her, you say "Tell me why you are here."

"I wish to serve you, Mistress."

"Why?"

"Because only through serving you will my spirit be free, Mistress."

"Hmmm...an interesting answer. Tell me though, why should I let you serve me, child?"

"Because I will give you control over all of me...my mind, body and soul, to use for your pleasures as you see fit."

"I already have that with Paige. Why would I need it from you?"

"Because I have a higher tolerance for pain then she does...in fact, I truly enjoy it. You would be free to indulge all your sadistic desires with me." I feel a little touch of jealousy from her statement, but try to control my facial expressions. I don't want to do anything that takes away from your enjoyment of the evening.

You are silent for a moment as you contemplate her answer. Then, moving behind her, you say "I see. Very well then, tonight we will test your resolve to give me control over your body. Paige and I will play with you...sexually. However, you are forbidden to achieve orgasm. If you cum, you will be sent home, never to see or hear from me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand."

"Do not refer to me as Mistress. You haven't earned that privilege. You will address me either by my full name, or simply as "Ma'am". Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Then let us begin. Paige, turn on the lights."

I walk over to the switch and bring the lights up to full. You look at me, and with your eyes you indicate for me to put her on the table in the center of the room. I move to her and guide her by her arms so that she lies on her back in the center of it, with me securing her hands above her head using the leather straps. You stop me from putting her feet in the stirrups, telling me to put the wireless butterfly on her first. Going to the closet where you keep your devices, I locate it and put it on her, making sure the device is positioned for proper stimulation of her clit (which is fairly large, I notice). Once I have it on and have handed you the remote, I finish securing her legs to the stirrups. Moving to your side, I say "She's ready for you, Mistress."

"Yes, I see that she is. Are you ready to begin, child?"

Her voice cracking, she replies, "Yes, Ma'am."

Walking over to her, you hover over her face, the remote visible in your hand. "Let's start with setting one, shall we?" you say as you start the vibrations of the butterfly. Her body stiffens in response, as a low moan escapes her lips. "Hmmmm...I think she likes it Paige. Let's turn it up a few notches to see how she like that, shall we?"

"Yes, Mistress. I don't think she'll be able to last though."

"We'll see. I have faith in her. You won't disappoint me, will you child?"

"No, Ma'am."

You turn the butterfly up to setting five, which is the half-way point. She bites her tongue to keep from screaming out. You tell me to get between her legs and watch her pussy to make sure she doesn't try to "sneak a cum in". I get on the stool and put myself at eye level with her pussy. It is a beautiful sight, I must admit. Her clit is swollen from the stimulation provided by the butterfly, and her lips are glistening with her wetness. In fact she's so wet, it's starting to run down from her pussy hole down into the crack of her ass. I want to lick her desperately, but I know it's not allowed yet. I contend myself with the view and the sounds of your voice as you talk to her, and the muffled sounds of her restrained moans.

"How does it feel, child? If your pussy on fire with the desire to cum? Is your clit throbbing, begging for release? Tell me child...beg me to let you cum." 

"Please let me cum! Please! I need to so badly!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Hmmm...I had thought about letting you, but since you've forgotten how to address me, I guess you'll have to suffer some more. Paige, get the holding strap and the G-Spot vibe please."

"Yes, Mistress." I move back to the Toy Closet and find the strap and vibe you're referring to. It's a modified strap-on harness that you made so that it would hold a vibe in a woman's pussy for you to keep your hands free. You've told me stories about how the G-Spot vibe has brought your lovers to tears, so I'm anxious to see how she fairs with it. 

"That's a good girl, Paige. Now put it on her and make sure to turn it up to full."

"Yes, Mistress." I tell her to raise her hips so that I can get the strap adjusted properly, all the while listening to her apologize to you and beg you for another chance. You indulge her for a moment, but when you've had enough, you give her a light slap across her face and tell that if she doesn't be quiet, everything will end, right here and now. She immediately closes her mouth, but her eyes remain pleading.

I get the strap on her and slide the vibe into her juicy pussy, moving it back and forth and watching her reactions to determine if I've found her spot. Suddenly, her body stiffens and I know I'm in the right area. Using my free hand, I turn the vibe up to its highest setting and put it into position under the strap, tightening it to make sure the vibe doesn't escape. 

"How does that feel child? I'm sure it will keep you from making the mistake of not addressing me properly again, won't it?"

Amazingly, she draws from some inner reserve of strength to answer you, saying "Yes, it will, Ma'am. I won't forget again."

"Good. Now I'll just let you lay there for a while and simmer. I want Paige to play with my pussy while you watch." You smile at me and beckon me over with your index finger. "Lower the table so that her head is between my legs. I want her to be able to see your fingers rubbing my clit. Who knows, she may even be lucky enough to have some of my juice fall into her mouth."

Excited at the prospect of being able to touch you, I press the controls on the table to lower it, while you come to stand at the head of it, watching her face. When her head is about five or so inches below your pussy, I stop it and wait for you to tell me I can start. You spread your legs so that your thighs are on either side of her head, giving her a clear view of your already wet pussy. You take my hand and guide it to your clit and tell me to start rubbing. I use my index and middle finger and start to massage your clit slowly, the way you like it. You close your eyes to enjoy the sensations and even start to slowly grind into my fingers. I look down at her and see that she is watching intently, even licking her lips fantasizing about what you may taste like. Every so often, she closes her eyes in concentration as she fights the urge to cum. 

"She seems to be enjoying the sight of your pussy being pleased, Mistress." I whisper in your ear.

"Hmmm...really? I'm glad she is. Maybe one day, if she's good and serves me well, I'll let her taste it." You moan a little from the pleasure I'm giving you, and then you open your eyes and look down at her. You both seem to be gazing at each other through the eyes of lust and I wonder what it will be like to see the two of you together. "Why don't you let her smell my juices? Take your finger and wave it under her nose."

"Yes, Mistress." I reply as I follow your bidding. Holding my finger under her nose, I listen to her sniff it, smelling your fragrance for the first time. You laugh as she desperately tries to lick my finger, lost in the moment. You bring her back to reality by turn the butterfly up full blast, bringing a loud scream from her as she strains not to cum.

Stepping back, you walk around her, as if giving her an inspection. "I seem to remember from our correspondence that you like anal sex. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Ma'am" she responds in a breathless whisper.

"Hmmmm...Paige, take her off the table and put her on the Alter. I don't think we'll need to restrain her there. 

"Yes, Mistress." The Alter. Something I built for you not too long ago. The full name is The Alter for Ass Worshiping, and I designed it for the single purpose of worshipping your asshole. It could be considered a padded upside down examination table. "Stirrups" on either side of the table, with padded knee rests sat wide enough that I could slide my chair in between your legs and feast on your ass like I was sitting at the dinner table. The first time I used it, you came so hard, your juices made a puddle on the floor. You already asked me if I would be alright with you using it tonight on her and as always, I told you that I would give you anything. 

After you have stepped back from the table, I raised it back up to make it easier for me to undo her restraints. Helping her off the table, I guide her, on shaky legs since the vibe and the butterfly were still going full blast on her tortured pussy, to the alter and lay her down on it. For the first time, I notice that she has a lovely ass and wonder if you'll let me taste it one day.

"Get me the vibrating butt plug, Paige."

"Yes, Mistress." I almost start to feel sorry for her. There is no way she can keep from cumming now. I get the plug and the lube from the closet and kick my stool between her legs and get to work, while you come to stand behind me and look over my shoulder. I pull the strap out and to the side, exposing her asshole to our hungry eyes. I squeeze a dollop of lube on to my finger and begin to work it in, sliding my finger in and out of her. She moans louder and starts to beat her fists on the alter as she tries to keep from cumming. Soon, one fingers changes to two and then three. I look up at you and you nod your head for me to insert the butt plug. It goes in easily and I move the strap back to hold both vibes in place.

"Please Ma'am! I don't know how much more I can take! Please let me cum! Please, Ma'am!" She cries out.

"No, my child. Not yet. You have a little more to do for me first. Patience. Now Paige, I believe the next part of our torture should be ready. Will you attend to it, please? I'll make sure she's kept...entertained while you're gone.

"Yes, Mistress." I say as I start up the stairs. Just as I get to the top of the stairs, I hear the knock at the door. I open it and there he stands. He is another of Mistress's playthings, one she uses for occasions like this. He nods to me and comes in and hands me his coat. After hanging it up, I lead him back downstairs.

"...enjoy this a great deal, child." I hear you say as we get to the bottom of the steps. "Ahhh! Here is Paige with the next toy now. Be a good girl and put it where it needs to be."

I lead him to the head of The Alter, where his crotch will be at her eye level. I hear her gasp as she realizes what's going on. From the side of the table, you whisper in her ear, "I know you like dick, child. It's quite alright. You're about to have, from what I've been told by Paige anyway, some of the finest dick in the city. This will be your final test. He will fuck you for a solid half an hour, during which time, neither of you can cum. If you survive that, you will have passed your first test. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand."

"Good." Looking at him, you say "You know what to do. Fuck her fast and hard. Pound the shit out of her pussy!"

He moves behind her and removes his clothes while he waits for me to remove the strap/vibe combination, leaving the butterfly in place. Once I'm done, I raise the table so that his dick is level with her pussy. When she's in position, without a word, he slides himself into her, causing her scream yet again. Her pussy is stretched almost to the breaking point. Grabbing the balance handles on either side of the table, she fucks her mercilessly. The sound of her ass slapping against his stomach echo's all through the dungeon. I look at you and you are smiling, enjoying the sights and sounds. You call me to you, to sit at the foot of the chair, so that I can share in your enjoyment. 

Soon the sounds are joined by her screams, as she once again begs you to let her orgasm. She begins to cry, saying that the dick is too good and she wants to cum so bad she can taste it. You look at her and tell her that she still has about ten or fifteen minutes of fucking left, so she better hold out as best she can. I smile, knowing that this is your element...this is what you enjoy the most and I'm happy that I can share it with you.

He looks at you and asks if he is pleasing you with the way he's fucking her. You simply nod your head, and continue to play with your pussy. We both get caught up in the show and lose track of time, until you glance at your watch and realize that nearly an hour had past! You tell him to stop and to come over to you. At the same time, using the remote, you turn off the butterfly, and watch as she collapses on the altar, seemingly spent. 

"Since you've been such a good toy, I will give you a reward before you leave. Jerk off into her mouth and then you may go."

We both are surprised by your sudden generosity, but say nothing. I watch as he goes back over to the table, and lifts her head with his free hand so that her mouth is level with his dick. He starts to pump his cock hard, relieved to be able to cum after nearly a month of being denied that pleasure. I thought for a moment, he'd end up pulling his damn dick off, he was stroking it so hard. After a few moments, he got his rewards. With a moan that came from his soul, he came in huge gobs. It shot into her mouth, all over her face and chest and even in her hair. When he'd finally finished, I watched as the cum driped from the corners of her mouth before she swallowed it. You smile and nod to give her permission to close her mouth and down the contents. I watch as he gets himself together and puts on his clothes and leaves. Now it is just the three of us again.

Walking over to the altar, you kneel so that you are at eye level with her. "Are you awake, child?"

Barely audible, she says "Yes Ma'am. I did as you instructed. I did not cum, even though I wanted to with all my heart."

"Thank you for the gift of control over your body. Perhaps you will be allowed to serve me after all."

I could see the smile spread over her face as she heard those words. "For right now, Paige will take you upstairs so you can rest. We will continue tomorrow. Goodnight child."

"Good night, Ma'am."

Standing, you say "When you have her settled, come to my bedroom. You've performed well tonight and I want to reward you."

"Yes, Mistress!" I nearly skip while walking her to the guest room, looking forward to spending time with my mistress.

The End



Control



"Do you trust me?" I asked looking up at Mike, my lover, from between his legs. My hand stilled on his cock as I waited for an answer.

He laughed nervously, "Why?"

"Just answer! Do you?" 

"Of course."

I smiled up at him and resumed my slow stroke up and down his shaft.

"Mmm," he half moaned and half sighed as he leaned back against the pillows on the bed. "I love when you tease me."

"I know," I said. With the other hand I pulled out the four-inch anal vibrator I had hidden earlier. 

Putting the vibrator down on the bed next to me, I searched with my hand to find the bottle of lubricant I had also hidden earlier. Mike was completely oblivious; his eyes were closed, and I could see he was totally absorbed in the feeling of my hand teasing his cock

It was difficult to lube the vibrator with only one hand, but I was determined. I didn't want to lose the element of surprise, so I made sure my hand never faltered its slide along Mike's skin.

When I had the vibe ready, I leaned over Mike's cock and wrapped my mouth around it. Very slowly, I eased down his shaft, swallowing him inch by inch. Mike groaned. I had just learned to deep throat, and Mike was still surprised each time that I was able to hold all of his cock in my mouth. I was surprised each time, too, by the thrill it gave me to be able to swallow him.

I caressed his balls with my free hand and slid my mouth back up to the tip of his cock. I teased the head with my tongue, listening to Mike's sharp breaths. I loved to tease and torment him, alternating soft licks with deep throating, fast strokes with slow sides of the tongue.

On the next downward slide of my mouth, I teased the tip of the vibrator around his anus. I knew he would think it was my finger since I had done that before. Gently I began to push the lubed vibrator into his ass. I felt him tighten around it and his legs tensed at the intrusion.

I began a more vigorous rhythm of my mouth on his dick to distract him from his tension. Slowly, I eased the vibe in as far as I could.

I looked up at Mike's face when I turned the vibrator on. His eyes flew open in surprise, and again his muscles tensed.

"Wha…?" he began to question, but the words died as I increased the speed of the vibrator and began a steady in and out rhythm.

"I am going to fuck you in the ass with this vibrator," I told him, kissing and licking his balls between each word. "And I'm going to suck your cock while I do it."

"Oh God," he moaned.

In and out, I slid the vibrator. I could feel myself getting wetter. I was so aroused by the power I had, knowing that I was "fucking" his ass, knowing that for once he was completely vulnerable to me. I wrapped my mouth around his cock, tighter than before, and matched the pace of my mouth to the vibe. In and out, up and down, over and over.

My clitoris throbbed; I needed to be touched so badly, but more than that, I wanted Mike to come. I wanted to feel him spurt in my mouth, to have the taste of his come on my tongue. It didn't take long for me to get my wish. Mike's hips began to lift from the bed as he tried to fuck my mouth. I let him: my mouth accepted his thrusts as I continued the plunge of the vibrator with my hand.

"Oh God," he yelled, his hands holding tight to my hair. His cock was so far into my mouth that he came in my throat, and I was disappointed that I hadn't been able to taste it.

I switched off the vibrator and slid it out of Mike's ass. He released my hair and I lifted my head and grinned up at him.

"You're a naughty girl," he told me. I could tell he was still trying to catch his breath, and I was pleased that I had given him such pleasure.

My grin widened. "I know."

"You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" 

I looked down at the bed, trying to appear remorseful, but I wasn't. I knew what he meant by asking, and though it had seemed impossible that he could arouse me anymore than I had been while fucking and sucking him, his question alone nearly made me come in anticipation. Several minutes passed, as he continued to watch me. I grew anxious to know what he would do to me, and I knew that he waited, so he could recover from his orgasm, but more so that he could torture me with his silence.

"On your hands and knees." His voice was quiet, but commanding.

I quickly complied; my body tingled as I waited for what I knew was coming. And then, when I had begun to relax -- smack: a sharp crack on my ass as he spanked me. Smack, smack, his hand fell hard on each cheek and the burn of it sent shivers through me. I loved to be spanked, to feel that quick burst of pain as flesh met flesh.  Again and again, his hand struck me until I knew my ass was red from the blows.

Behind me, I heard movement but I didn't dare turn to look. Besides, the anticipation, the waiting only increased my arousal. And then, I felt him behind me, one of his hands tight on my hips while the other spread my legs further apart. Without warning, I felt his cock pushing into my anus. I was so surprised, I cried out. Always before he had taken his time with anal sex and made sure that I was relaxed and ready for him. 

Mike reached his hand underneath me and began to tease my clit; automatically I began to relax around his cock as I focused on the pleasure in my clit. Taking advantage, he slid completely into me. Now that I had adjusted to him being inside me, I could tell that he had at least taken the time to use lube before he had so suddenly entered me. I knew I should have been upset with him, but I wasn't. I was just as turned on being so under his control as I had been having control over him.

Mike played his fingers along my clit as he thrust in and out of me. Finally he whispered in my ear, "Come." He held his fingers tight against my clit, the way I liked it and plunged deep into me. "Come for me," he said again, and then he moaned as his own orgasm took him.

Hearing his command, feeling his hand on my clit, and even more, feeling his cock pulsing in my ass, I shattered in climax, my whole body trembling from the pleasure of it. Mike was barely able to pull his cock out of me before we both collapsed onto the bed. He lay draped over me, his hand idly playing with my hair.

I turned to face him. "So…does that mean you liked it?" I asked, with a sleepy smile.

He laughed, "What do you think?"



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"Hey, you're home," she smiled as the door opened. "I didn't expect you for another half an hour. Dinner's not ready yet." 

Dropping his jacket on the floor of the kitchen with a smile, his eyes filled with hungry lust. "Good. Come over here, baby. I've been thinking about you all day." 

"Do you want dinner to burn?" 

"To hell with dinner, I want dessert." He sauntered over to her and lifted the hair from the back of her neck. His quick kisses and nibbles across her neck and shoulders sent shivers of delight through her body. "I want you." 

She threw her arms out in front of her to catch the counter before his weight pushed her into it. She could feel his desire crashing into her, feel his heat and intensity and passion. "Not now," she whispered breathlessly. "I've spent the last hour cooking this. I don't want it ruined now." 

"Too bad." The tone in his voice made her turn her head to look at him. It was harsh and demanding, the voice of someone used to getting his own way. She shook her head, her eyes wide with fright. "Come with me. Now." 

With a step backward, he held out his hand to her. She took the opportunity to shove him away and run into the front hallway. He shook his head with a smile. So it was going to be one of those nights, huh? Very well, he could manager her in this mood just as well as any other. He followed gamely into the hall. "You're not going anywhere, and you know it." 

She was not in the hallway. He had not heard the door open, so she was still in the house somewhere. He ducked quickly into the living room, and didn't see her there. Neither was she in the bathroom or the laundry room. Smiling to himself, he crept slowly to the coat closet. The little minx hadn't tried hiding in there for quite some time. Steeling himself for a fight, he flung the door open and stood behind it, ready for her to run straight at him. 

And he wasn't disappointed. With a sound that could only be described as a battle cry, she lunged out of the closet towards the place she had assumed he would be. Instead, he came at her from behind. One hand quickly snaked itself across her chest, pinning her arms to her body while his other hand clamped down on her mouth. 

Shaking her head back and forth, she tried to break his hold on her. She tried to drop to her knees in a desperate attempt to throw him off guard. With all of his strength, he kept her upright and tight to himself. "Ah, ah, ah, sweetling. That won't work this time. I told you I was in the mood for dessert." 

With the way that she was fighting him, he knew he would never make it up the stairs to the bedroom. He instead dragged her, kicking and trying to scream behind his hand, towards the living room. Showing his dominance, he pushed her down onto the couch stomach first, laying his length atop her. She was still locked in his embrace and trying valiantly to free herself. 

"Oh, sweetling, why do you fight so hard?" he whispered in her ear as he pulled her head back. "You would think that you didn't enjoy me anymore." A sigh escaped him as he pulled his arm out from beneath her. "I guess I'll just have to show you the hard way." 

It was a shame that her sky blue camisole had to be ripped off of her body. It had been his favorite. Now her silken breasts were free for him to play with. He could hear her whimpering behind his hand as he grabbed one luscious mound fiercely. His fingers dug their way into the soft flesh again and again. He let out a moan against her shoulder. "I love the way you feel under me, sweetling." 

She took advantage of his momentary distraction and lifted herself from the waist up off the couch. Intent on dislodging him from his position, she tried to fling herself backwards as much as she could. Instead, he ground himself down on her even harder. His pelvis was pushed roughly into her buttocks, and she could feel his swollen member creep its way between her cheeks. He wasn't going anywhere. 

"Again," he growled. "Struggle for me." 

She wasn't sure if he had meant that as a command or a challenge. Pausing only a second, however, she took him up on it. With a slight change of strategy, she instead rolled herself towards the edge of the couch, hoping to throw them off the edge and break his grip on her. 

The wind was knocked out of him as her body landed on his a second after his back hit the floor. He was expecting that to happen, and didn't let loose his captured prize. He wasn't expecting her to try and kick him in the balls however, and instinctively let her go to cup his injured sack. He closed his eyes in pain as he heard her run upstairs and slam the bedroom door. 

"Well played, sweetling," he wheezed after a minute of trying to get his breathing back to normal. "Well played. Now, where the hell did I hide the bedroom key? No doubt she locked me out." 

After finding the key hidden behind the boxes of noodles in the pantry, he made sure to turn off the stove and take the chicken out of the oven. He didn't need to come down here in a few minutes with the fire extinguisher, after all. The freezer called out to him, telling him he could stop a minute and ice his balls before dealing out her punishment. Shaking his head, he knew that the ice would only make it harder to get an erection when he wanted one. 

And he wanted one now. He was still looking forward to his dessert. Even more so now that he had been denied it once already tonight. He would not be denied again. 

He stopped in the living room to pick up the blue camisole. It really was a shame. This slight piece of fabric made his sweetling look so voluptuous. Those gorgeous little breasts of hers strained so hard to push themselves out of the tight restraint that this shirt put them in. Her nipples were almost always hard from the lacy embroidery set right atop them. His fingers slid over the sky blue fabric reverently. It was still warm from her body. Lifting it to his face, he could still smell her on it as well. Her lavender soap lingered in the woven texture of the fabric. 

Despite the pain in his groin, he was growing hard thinking about the body that belonged to this camisole. He longed to feel her beneath him, writhing in pleasure. Or pain, it really didn't matter much to him right now. He needed her like no other. 

He took the steps two at a time. Let her know that he was coming for her. Let her quake with the knowledge that he was on his way to claiming her body as his own. Let her understand the energy that was seeping out of every pore. 

It took all of his willpower not to just crash through the bedroom door. He did have the key, didn't he? Why should he act like a total barbarian? He heard her cry out as the key turned in the lock. "Sweetling, you must know that I had another key. Surely I wouldn't have let you destroy the only one." 

His voice was pleasant as he opened the door slowly. He saw her sitting on the bed with a pillow clutched to her naked breasts. He moaned out loud with the desire that coursed through him at that sight. Slowly he walked towards the bed, pulling his shirt off before he got there. 

"I want you so badly, sweetling. You drive me crazy when you fight me like this. I want to ravage you!" 

Her hand snaked out to slap him for his stark comment. It took barely a thought for him to reach out and grab her before she struck him. A second later, he caught her other hand as she tried again. He smiled as he shook his head in disapproval. Bringing her hands to the front, he encircled both of her fragile wrists in one of his hands. With his free hand, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her roughly down onto the bed. He was now sitting on her legs and had her arms pulled over her head. 

His gaze traveled adoringly down her face, her breasts and stomach. She was trembling beneath him, still trying to unseat him and release her hands. "You're not going anywhere, sweetling, until I let you. And that will only be when I'm done with you." 

Lifting his weight off her legs slightly, his free hand began pulling down her gray yoga pants. His fingers grazed over her fevered skin with reverence as it was shown to his hungry eyes inch by tantalizing inch. When he couldn't push it down any further, he used his knees, then his feet, to continue moving the fabric slowly down and off her legs. She used the opportunity to try to push him off of her again, but he held her down with a firm hand on her pelvis. 

"You're not going to get rid of me that easy," he growled as he sat back down on her legs. He punished her with a brutal kiss. Her mouth was invaded by his marauding tongue at the same time her sex was by his fingers. She twisted like a snake in an attempt to make it harder for him to accomplish both, but to no avail. He rode her body's waves like a hardy pirate ship destined for its plundered bounty. 

His iron grip on her wrists tightened as he pulled back his head. "You ignite such passion in me. I forget myself so easily." As if to say that he was sorry, his other hand sped up its unwanted foray inside of her. She cried out as she began to enjoy his harsh administrations. "Yes, sweetling. Come for me. Let me hear your passion." 

As an added incentive to hear her cries, he bent his head down and bit into her delicious breasts. The flesh tasted sweet as his tongue danced over it. His fingers danced inside of her as he slowly continued to draw his teeth together. The harder he bit down, the harder he squeezed her wrists together. 

Pain and pleasure mixed together for her. Her head began to swim from all of the sensations. Suddenly, without much warning at all, her orgasm crashed over her. Her back bowed with the ferocity of her climax, pushing her sweet flesh into his mouth and almost loosing her hands from his grip. 

Her cries echoed through the room. He pulled his mouth from her silken flesh so as not to hurt her when she collapsed onto the bed. His fingers kept up their wicked dance, eliciting another orgasm from her the second he attached himself to her other breast. Her head was thrown left to right as her body continued to coarse with pleasure. 

"Please, oh please stop!" she cried in vain. She wasn't sure if she could handle much more of this. But he didn't give her any choice in the matter. Instead, he took one of her wrists in each of his powerful hands and pinned them to her sides as he slid himself down her molten skin. "No, not now, please!" 

Her cries were lost on him as he began to suckle her clit. He knew she was overly sensitive right now, and that the merest touch of his tongue would make her cry out. Out of vengeance for her little stunt in the living room, he latched on and pulled it ruthlessly into his mouth. With a bloodcurdling scream, she lifted herself off the bed almost three feet in an attempt to dislodge him. 

And it worked. He could not follow her body like that the way he was laying down, and let her have the momentary victory. She would have to come down eventually, and his mouth would be waiting for her. 

"That was for the living room, sweetling," he advised her huskily when he was sure she could hear him. "You have no idea how much that hurts a man when you do that. Come back down here." 

She shut her legs tightly together, and he could see her head shaking violently behind them. "No. No. Not tonight." She was begging him again, and it nearly disgusted him. 

He let go of her wrists and pulled her legs apart and down. He placed his legs between hers so that she couldn't close them again, and shot one hand up to close around her throat. "I told you to come down here. That was not a request." 

Her hands grabbed onto his arm in a feeble attempt to break his hold on her. She could feel her windpipe being slowly closed off, and forced herself to take even, shallow breaths. She knew he wouldn't really let her pass out. Would he? 

While she was writhing beneath him, he used his free hand to pull down his own pants. It was a good thing he was wearing slacks and not jeans, he never would have been able to get jeans off with only one hand. He got his pants and underwear down low enough that he could shrug them off the rest of the way, and again began to finger her sweet folds. She was still wet and ready for him. 

He dropped down so that he could feel her warmth inviting him to take it. Letting up the pressure on her throat, he leaned in and whispered in her ear with a smile. "Sweetling, you may try to tell me you don't want this, but your body says something completely different. Your sex is just begging to be taken." 

She tried to shake her head underneath his grip and moved her hands to push him away from her. He raised his body up and grabbed her hands with his to stop the assault. In one fluid movement, he thrust himself deep inside of her and pushed her arms into the mattress on either side of her head. He let out a cry of his own as he reveled in the sensation of being completely engulfed in her warm, satiny folds. 

Her legs came up underneath her and pushed her up once more, trying to dislodge him once again. Instead, he buried himself deeper inside of her, eliciting a cry of passion from both of them. 

"Again," he cried before ravishing her mouth. 

She complied willingly, thrusting her hips up wantonly as she opened her lips under his. Soon, a rhythm was struck between them. Each press of her hips was met with one from him, locking them closer together then bringing them apart as she lowered slightly. His hands locked onto her wrists, crushing her arms into the bed as he raised the top half of his body to tower over her. Now, when he thrust into her, he seemed to go inconceivably deep. 

"Now. Oh sweetling, now!" 

With one last thrust from both of them, they were plunged into the abyss. Waves of passion swept them both up in a fiery simultaneous climax. They cried out with pleasure, their voices intertwining like their bodies. Her legs gave way, sending both of them crashing to the bed. 

They were spent. Just catching their breath was a battle. Slowly, he let go of his grip on her wrists. She slid her hands across his sweaty back and hugged him close to her. 

"You always know just what I want," she whispered in his ear. He could almost hear her smile. 

"Deny me again, and you'll get the same treatment." He nuzzled in close to her neck and bit tenderly at the sensitive spot under her ear. 

"Deny you. Humph! Oh," she sighed as he continued nibbling. "Oh! The chicken!" 

"Shh," he soothed her as she tried pushing him off her. "I took it out of the oven and turned off the stove so that whatever was in that pot didn't burn to the bottom." 

Since she really didn't want to go anywhere right now, she let him pacify her with that thought. If it was really a problem, they could just order pizza later. She knew that they weren't getting out of this bed for at least another half an hour.



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The events of this story are all true, as far as I can remember them. I condensed some of the information for the sake of story, but that is the only alteration I have made. Once again, I appreciate comments and feedback and thank you for the feedback I have received thus far. 

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Packing, packing packing... college life definitely has its perks, but boxing up all your shit twice a year isn't one of them. You would think that with all this experience behind my belt, seeing that I've done it for 4 consecutive years, I'd be able to figure out a plan and get it done all lickety-split like. OR... the time, the last I checked, was nearly five in the morning and I was still going through my clothes. 

I was also on the phone with my good friend, Rob, talking about, well, sex, of course. The story behind Rob and me is an interesting one. He is a dom from sunny California whom I've known through instant messaging and phone conversations for over three years now. Over three years of a very strong mutual attraction. He loves sending me pictures of his toys and his hot body. I also know in explicit detail several things he's itching to do to me and quite frankly, I get hot just thinking about them. But its not just that I know for a fact Rob is dominant enough to take me- which is a rare enough find in itself. He happens to be rather experienced, extremely intelligent and has consistently been a good friend to me. My master does not like the frequency of my communication with Rob, especially since he is very aware that I am attracted to him. 

"See, the interesting thing is that although doms seem to have all the power during sex, it's not really true. The sub is really the one who is in control," I told him, very sure of myself, as I folded a sweater.

"I don't know about that, Dey. I think it's a little of both. The sub has certain powers and the dom has certain powers. At some point of pain and punishment, the dom will eventually relent to the sub on a short-term basis. Long-term, however, no good dom is going to let a sub get away with not following his instructions. "

"I don't know. I think the sub gets the better end of the deal. All she has to do is give the dom her body, and the dom takes care of her. The dom has more responsibilities to the sub than the sub has to the dom; it gives the sub more power."

Rob laughed at me; he did this often. "Having responsibilities towards something gives you control over that something."

I frowned. "I think it makes you submissive to that something."

He let out a non-committal sound. "Suit yourself."

"Well, I mean, come on, think about it. Its all just a game, right? Its play-sex. And the sub is the one who holds the uh, "safety word" or whatever you want to call it. She is the one who decides when it stops, because the dom is dependent on her; its give and take. The dom needs the sub because he needs someone to be submissive to him, and the sub wants to be dominated. They both fulfill the needs of the other."

"I agree with you on the last part, Deya, but the first part of what you said, well, I wish I could personally show you just how wrong you are."

I laughed, "Whatever, Rob. Well, I'm done packing for now. I guess I'll let you get some sleep now."

"Let me? I don't know how my crop feels about you "letting" me do something, " He laughed again, "All right, babe. Sweet/wicked dreams."

***** 

During the next day, with the help of my roommate, I got everything packed up and moved all my shit to a temporary apartment. 

That night, I was back in the city and in my master's arms. Damn glad to be there, too. It was late and I was exhausted. My Master, Dave, was peacefully nuzzling and holding my breasts while I played with his curly mop of hair. Inconsistent lamplight from the street outside his window cast his whole room in a glow, dancing shadows over our faces. I sighed, content, closing my eyes to drift off to sleep. 

An electric shock jolted through my body. I didn't even open my eyes. "Dave... I'm half asleep... the only thing that sucking on the nipple will do is make me horny," I felt him bite down on my right nipple. I gasped, my eyes open and wide. 

"Mmmmm...," he licked with his tongue. Once. Twice. "That's what I wanted... to hear that little cry escape these pretty lips of yours," He leaned up, eyes dark and smiling and brushed his lips against mine. 

I put my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He obliged me, adjusting his position and kissing me with bruising force. He pressed his knee against my pelvis, moving it back and forth. I slid one hand down the center of his body. The head of his cock jumped as I stroked it with my fingertips. I broke the kiss. 

"You are already hard," 

"Yes I am," he murmured His lips took mine again, more gently this time, his tongue searching for my own. I gave it up to him, tentatively. 

He controlled me by touching the underside of my tongue. It worked like a switch- it made me ravenous and helpless. We both knew it. When he had my tongue securely locked in his mouth, he grazed it with his teeth. Slowly. Agonizingly. I uttered a sound deep in my throat. My body ached. My legs closed around his and I ground hard against his knee. 

My hand trembled against his cock. 

He began licking the underside of my tongue, over and over. 

Lick. 

I grabbed at him. 

Lick. 

Whimpering, grinding harder, feeling my pelvis start to slide on the juices I was leaving on his knee. 

Lick. 

I broke away breathlessly. "Please. Please master. I want you. Please!" 

His smile was dark, his eyes held the secrets of what he wanted to do to my body. Forbidden things we had not even talked about. Sick, twisted things. I saw them there and was afraid. He saw my fear and his smile widened. 

"You want me?" he whispered. 

"Yes!" I pleaded with him. 

"You want my cock in you?"

"Yes, Master, please," 

"You want it in your pussy?" his hand idly pinched the nipple of my left breast, squeezing it cruelly. 

"Yes,"

"You want it in that tight ass of yours?"

"Yes," 

"You want to suck me off, after I've been in your other two holes?"

"Yes," I answered. Somewhere deep in my mind, where I still had a mind, I knew I did not want to suck on his cock after it had been in my ass. In fact, the thought disgusted me to the point of feeling nausea. And he knew it. 

"Damn, you little slut, my knee is soaking," He got to his knees, looming over me. I looked up at him, as bound by his gaze as I ever could be by ropes or cuffs. His fingers separated my lips. "Fuck, you are so wet," He drove two fingers inside of me, rubbing them against my front wall. 

I moaned and arched my back, trying to drive his fingers in deeper. He pulled them out quickly. I whimpered, my eyes opening in time to watch him shove his fingers into my mouth. 

"Lick them clean, bitch." 

Screwing up my face in disgust only made him smile.

"Do it." His voice was sharp. I opened my mouth a little wider to take them in. He lodged his fingers against the back of my throat in one swift movement. I gagged. He smiled again. I placed my hand on his, but just left it there, far too afraid to rebel, not over something like this. He withdrew his fingers just enough so I could lick them with my tongue. "Mmmm... admit it. Admit that you like this." 

I shook my head. 

"It's dirty, isn't it?" 

I nodded, sucking his fingers into my mouth with hesitation. 

"You like it; there's that dark part of you, the one that begs for pain when I'm fucking you. That part likes it. Admit it." He took his fingers out of my mouth and slapped me lightly across the face. "Admit it, you dirty little slut,"

I glared at him. "No. You know I hate that taste," 

He smirked, amused. He dipped down and kissed me, taking my tongue with his, caressing my tongue with his. My mind went blank. "Admit it," he whispered. 

"That part of me... that part of me likes it. But...." 

"But?" he breathed the word against my lips and kissed me again. He broke off the kiss. The world swirled around me. 

"I... what? I can't remember...," I looked up at him helplessly, confused, drowning in his eyes. "What were we talking about?" 

His lips tugged upwards. "Never mind, slave." He climbed overtop of me until his cock poked my cheek. "Make me hard." 

My hands, craving the soft, pliable flesh over his cock, eagerly grasped its thick head and body in my hands. I put the tip of his dick to my mouth. Then I was choking, gagging on him. His cock found its way to my throat and had plunged inside. I tried swallowing him down, swallowing down my panic and disgust. My nose and chin pressed firmly against his sweaty balls. I inhaled through my nose and the stench of his sweat forced bile up from my stomach. I closed off my throat, which in turn squeezed around him, constricting him. He moaned and thrust my face deeper into his crotch. My stomach lurched again and I pushed away from him, coughing and swallowing. 

"Good girl," he said. 

I was turned away from him when he grabbed my body and slammed it down on the bed again. My breasts jumped and jiggled painfully. He pulled on my legs, till his penis was inches from my pussy. He smiled down at me and shoved against me, all the way into me. I screamed as my pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust to his width. "Master!" I gasped. 

He leaned over me, his lips near mine. "Yes?" 

I opened my mouth to speak but he kissed me then, brushing the underside of my tongue with his. Whimpering, I forgot the pain and wrapped my limbs around his body, pulling him into me, so deeply. My hips began fucking his cock without him even moving. His teeth took my tongue and the orgasm rose and took me over. I cried out as he bit my tongue and my body bucked against his dick, soaking it with cum. He pulled away without letting me calm down and he flipped me over like a doll. 

"Now that I'm all wet..." he placed the tip of his cock against my ass, finding the hole and slowly forced the head of his penis inside. I gasped. I found no pleasure in the beginning of anal sex. He knew it and enjoyed it that much more. Pressing both his hands on my back, he eased into my ass. "You are so fucking tight, I love fucking your ass."

I didn't respond, merely cried out against the mattress. Once. Twice. Again. And again. Stroke after stroke he penetrated and abused my asshole. He pushed faster and harder, and his cock seemed to get even bigger, expanding inside of me. As he came, his weight came down on my back, and I gasped, just trying to breathe. 

At least it was over. Dave never had any energy after he came, he was just content to suckle my nipples and lay his body next to mine. I eased away from him, moaning softly as my ass disengaged from his cock. I fell on my back and closed my eyes, breathing hard, sore, and exhausted. 

Something touched my lips, tapping against them. I opened my eyes and recoiled at the sight of his erect dick. "What are you doing?" I asked, pulling back and away. 

"Clean me off," he demanded, his eyes hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for objections. 

"No," I said firmly and backed away further. "You know how I feel about that." 

He lunged forward, grabbing my hair and pulling me to him.

I screamed and gritted my teeth, staring up at him with angry, wild eyes. 

"I'm sick of your little rebellion. You are mine. My slave. Now DO IT!" 

"If you put that in my mouth I will bite it until you bleed," I told him in a low, serious voice. 

He flung me back against the bed. My head hit the headboard just before he slapped me across the face. His hands found my throat and squeezed, applying just enough pressure to scare me. 

I coughed, struggling for air. "No, and there is nothing you can do to force me," 

"I will leave marks on you. I will leave marks in places that you will not be able to hide, or explain away." 

"You can't! My parents are coming into town next weekend!" 

He smiled at me again, that devil's smile. "I will. You know I will." 

"I will not suck on you after you've been in my ass. I never have. I never will." 

He slapped me again, harder. 

I gasped. "That might bruise..."

"Do you want me to hurt you? Really hurt you?" I

was silent, but fuming inside. I was submissive during SEX. This wasn't sex, this was an ego trip. "You won't. You won't really hurt me." 

A pause. 

I was taking a risk. I didn't know how serious he was. My heart was racing. I didn't really want to be hurt, not like this. 

He leaned back and released my throat. "You are right. I won't. I can't really hurt you. But you will regret this. This is a favor. Don't think I'm going to let it happen again." He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. 

I sighed and relaxed, enjoying my brief moment of control.



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The three men standing on the porch were strangers who had met in a bar earlier in the evening and began talking about what all men in bars talk about SEX! The oldest a man in his fifties named Mike began telling the other two about his hot young wife and how she did anything and everything he told her without question! The other two, Larry a huge man in his twenties and Kyle a small but powerfully built man in his thirties, didn't believe him and challenged him to prove it. Mike had accepted their challenge by taking them to his home, where his young sexy wife would have to prove what he had bragged about to the two horny strangers.

Cassy, Mike's 25 year old wife was not expecting him home for hours so she was stretched out on the sofa like a sexy cat nude (except for a short white robe) toying with her hard nipples (her husband loved to torment her nipples because they were VERY sensitive) and clean shaven pussy. All of her 105 pound 34C-24-36 5'4" dark skinned body was beginning to feel very warm as she thought about how horny he always was after a night out at the local bar. A sexy smile came over her petty face framed by her short dark hair and a sparkle to her soft brown eyes as she imagined him fucking her hard and fast as he loved to do after his nights out. It surprised her when she heard the men enter the house; she quickly closed her robe while moving to meet her husband and his guests. 

Mike greeted Cassy by grabbing her and kissing her deeply while running his hands all over her sexy body as the other men watched. "You are not dressed properly for our company," he told her as he untied her robe and stripped it off leaving her totally naked in front of his new friends "That's better," he told his hot young wife as he sent her to the arms of the two strangers, "Now give our guests a big kiss and show them how sexy you are."

"Feel free to explore her assets, she'll be using all of them soon to satisfy our needs," Mike said as Cassy went to do his bidding. She was a little nervous but becoming very turned on none the less by the thoughts of servicing three horny men at once. Kyle grabbed her naked body first, pulling her tightly to him French kissing her warm mouth deeply while squeezing her soft ass checks with both hands. "Nice ass isn't it?" Mike asked watching as Kyle mauled his sweet wife's bare soft round butt with both his strong hands.

"Very nice, bet it's real tight," Kyle commented as he moved one hand around between Cassy's thighs to cup her warm sex mound "Damn her cunt's already hot, I'll bet she's gonna be a wild fuck." he said as he felt the heat of her already wet pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy working on these" he continued as he moved his mouth to one of her hard nipples which he began sucking and biting.

"Don't be a hog man, let me have a feel," Larry said as he pulled Cassy's hot body away from Kyle. "I love her tits already," he continued as he grabbed both her soft melons in his huge hands. "Damn they feel good," was his comment as he mashed her breasts in a vice like grip causing her to cry out in pain. "Does she like it rough Mike?" he asked as he squeezed both her soft tit's even harder taking her breath away.

"Doesn't matter what she likes, it's only what I want that counts! " Mike replied as he pulled Cassy's lust filled young body away from Larry and pushed her towards the living room. "Time for you to put on a little show for us slut. Sit down boys and watch while I make her entertain us." he said as he motioned the other men towards the sofa.

Cassy's breasts throbbed and ached from the mauling Larry had given them while her hot pussy actually dripped sex juice as Mike sat her down on the coffee table. "Spread your cunt open and play with your clit slut, I want my friends to see what they are about to have!" he commanded his red hot wife as the other two men pulled out their hard cocks. Her red swollen clit and wet sex hole was now on display for them as she spread her sexy legs as wide apart as she could and used both hands to stimulated her already sex crazed body even further.

"Fuck man she's gonna cum before we even get to fuck her!" Kyle panted as he stroked his medium length but very fat cock. Cassy's was ravaging her hot wet cunt like a mad women, rubbing her clit very hard and fast while fucking herself with three fingers. Her head rolled back and her eyes glazed as she moaned softly, getting closer and closer to cumming. 

"She won't cum until I tell her to, she knows better!" was Mike's reply to Kyle's statement about Cassy's wild state of passion. "You can do what ever you want to her but she will NOT cum without my permission," he stated flatly. The words exploded on Cassy as she reached the very edge of orgasm letting her know her torment was only beginning for she knew he meant exactly what he said. His control over her was so total and complete she would go insane first before cumming without his permission. 

"Bet I can make her cum with this!" Larry said as he slowly ran his hand up and down the biggest cock Cassy's had ever seen. It was at lest 12 inches long, as big around as her small arm, and was so hard it throbbed as she stared at it wide eyed. "Come here baby and ride me until you explode." he commanded as he reach out and pulled her up on his lap. 

Mike's overheated young wife quickly arranged her sex crazed body on Larry's lap so his monster cock was at the entrance to her dripping wet cunt. As she tried to put his cock in he stopped her saying, "Not yet Baby, I wanna tease you a little first so you really want it!" With that he began rubbing his enormous hard dick up and down her red hot pussy driving Cassy wild with the need to be fucked. 

"Please....fuck....me....please....fuck....me!" Cassy's panted over and over as Larry continued his torment, teasing her by putting just the tip of his huge hard into her hot pussy, but not letting her have anymore of it.

"I'll fuck you if you cum for me slut!" Larry asked the almost insane young woman sitting on his lap desperately trying to fuck his big throbbing cock. Her mind reeled in confusion, part of her want very badly to fuck his monster cock and cum, but another even stronger part kept her from doing anything against Mike's orders. 

"I can only cum when my Master allows me to sir," Cassy panted knowing she could do only what her Master said no matter what her own feelings. She had long ago given herself completely to him and nothing could ever change that.

"Let me help you Larry, her hot tits need some attention," Kyle chimed in as he moved up behind Cassy, ran his arms around her soft hot body and began to maul her soft breasts and hard nipples. The tormented young wife almost lost control when at the same time as Kyle attacked her sensitive tits, Larry rammed all his fat 12 inches inside her steaming hot sex hole in one swift motion.

Cassy's mind almost exploded as Larry's enormous cock slammed into her, stretching her tender young flesh so much that the pain nearly caused her to faint. He grabbed her soft ass checks with both his strong hands and began pumping her sexy body up and down on his hard shaft like she was a rag doll. The tormented young woman's body almost over powered her mind and exploded in orgasm but she managed to regain control before she disobeyed her Master.

"She won't cum yet, but you can still keep trying. Kyle why don't you use her little back door and then you can't both try at once," was the words she heard Mike say. The thought of being fucked by both men at once sent pangs of fear thru her mind knowing how hard it would be to keep control of her passion with both her sex holes filled with hard cocks. 

Without taking his hands from Cassy's hard nipples Kyle moved to bring his hard throbbing rod between her soft ass checks as Larry pulled them wide apart. "Put it in for me slut, my hands are busy," Kyle laughed as he prepared to sandwich the almost insane with lust young slut. 

"Do as he says slut put his cock up you ass and fuck both of them like the slut you are," Mike added as Cassy struggled to get Kyle's cock in position to ram her tender ass. He slammed his cock into her, thankfully for her he was so hot that his pre-cum give it some lube but it still caused her to cry out in pain. "Abuse her nipples Kyle, it will drive her crazy!" Mike added sadistically to help his friends torment his sexy wife.

Cassy's sex crazed body was now under tremendous pressure to cum as the two horny strangers ravaged both her sex holes at once and assaulted her sensitive nipples. She suffered silently knowing that begging for release would do her no good and only make them work harder to make her cum. The two men now found a rhythm in their fucking first filling her to bursting then withdrawing driving her almost to the point on insanity. 

"Rub your clit slut; rub it hard so my friends can see just how hot a slut like you can get!" Mike taunted his nearly crazy wife wanting to prove just how much control he really had over her. Cassy's reach down and began doing as he commanded assaulting her throbbing clit as the men increased their pace, pounding her holes so hard she knew they could not last much longer.

Mike stood stroking his own rock cock as he watched to two horny studs use his beautiful little wife thinking how much a turn on it was to have so much control over her. The small sexy woman sandwiched between two men was being fucked so hard it was almost unbelievable she could refrain from cumming but he knew she wouldn't dare. "Harder guys, fuck the slut harder!" he panted wanting her torment to increase because the more she suffered the hotter it made him.

"Fuck man I'm cumming!" Larry grunted as held his huge hard cock deep inside Cassy's wet cunt and shot his big load. The feel of the hot sex juice and throbbing cock almost sent her over the edge but she held on somehow holding back the intense orgasm she must release soon or go mad.

"Damn it, me too!" was Kyle's reply to his partner as he filled sexy Cassy's little ass with hot cum while giving her tortured nipples one last hard twist. The hot slut moaned in pain and tossed her head around violently as he abused her sensitive nipples so hard tears ran down her pretty face. "Man there's got to be something wrong with this gal, maybe she can't cum!" Kyle panted as he pulled out of her well used ass and collapsed exhausted on the couch.

"She will cum when I tell her just watch," Mike replied to Kyle's remark as he moved to his hot wife. He pulled the lust crazed young woman off Larry's sent cock and laid her nude sweating hot body out on the coffee table. "Suck my cock slut," he ordered her as he straddled her pretty face and pushed his throbbing hard cock against her red lips. She opened her mouth and eagerly swallowed her husband's big rod knowing that her release would be coming soon.

Mike wasn't as ready as Cassy hoped, deciding to torture his sweet little wife a little longer he took both her hard nipples between his fingers and began tormenting them. He was nearly ready to explode so he began fucking his hard cock in and out of her mouth as she struggled to take his entire rod in. The harder and faster he went the more she fought to keep her body in check, pleading silently for him to let her cum before she went insane with lust.

The satisfied strangers watch in awe as Mike's naked young wife lay spread eagled on the table sucking his cock like a mad whore, her whole body seeming to glow with the heat of her passion. They wondered just how long their new friend would continue his torment of the sexy little slut they had just finished using.

Cassy's brain now began to fog with pure lust as she used the last of her self control to beat back the incredible wave of orgasm building up inside her over heated body. If her Master didn't release her soon she would surly lose her mind for never had he taken her this close to pure sexual madness.

"Listen close my little slut and do exactly as I tell you," Mike panted as he neared orgasm, "Put your hands to your sides and don't touch yourself." he continued while still fucking her sweet mouth. She quickly did as he ordered; grabbing the edges of the table hoping desperately that he was almost ready to her let cum. He released her sore nipples and continued "When you feel the first blast of my cum in your mouth you may start cumming and don't stop til you can't cum any more. Understand slut? I want to drain you dry."

It was like getting in the starters blocks for Cassy as she prepared her body to explode when her Master filled her mouth with his sweet hot cum. She wanted and needed very badly to release all sexual tension that the three men had built up inside her overheated body. Please she thought to herself please Master cum I can't take much more I MUST find relief!

The other two eagerly watched as Mike savagely fucked Cassy's mouth knowing that they were about to see a real show when he finally released her. He held back as long as he could to show his control over his slut wife, but finally he grabbed her head with both hands, buried his hot hard sex rod to the hilt in her willing mouth and came. 

What happen next can only be described as amazing; Cassy began to writhe around wildly as the waves of orgasm swept quickly thru her over sexed body. The men watched in awe for at lest five minutes as she explode with orgasm after orgasm, screaming as each one over took her before she finally collapsed with exhaustion. As for their sex toy she had NEVER felt anything like that in her life, each wave of pleasure building on the last until finally it reached an incredible peck for sexual satisfaction.

Cassy lay there half conscious as the men talked about how sexy she was and all the things they would do to her after they rested. She new that they would use her like the slut she was, fucking her all night until they couldn't get their cocks hard any more. God she thought, as a soft smile came to her pretty little face, it was great to have a Master like her Mike in control.



Control



I sat trying to focus on something else, anything apart from the vibrator throbbing on max between my legs. I knew if I came now he would be angry. It had been fifteen minutes of this torture now. I cursed myself mentally for being so stupid. I knew I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone he hadn't said I could. I didn't know he was already home, on his way up the stairs when the nice lady across the corridor from us asked how I was. Maybe I would have got away with it if I had just answered quickly and gone inside. But I didn't. Maybe I wanted to get caught... But I started chatting with her. He paused on the stairs, listening, before striding up, chatting to us like nothing had happened, all the time holding me with an icy stare that I knew meant real trouble, before ushering me inside and saying a cheerful goodbye to her. The door slammed ominously.

"To the bedroom. Clothes off."

I had waited for about an hour, sitting on the floor, hands behind my back, while he ate the supper I had prepared. My stomach rumbled with hunger but that was the last thing I had to worry about. I heard him pile the dishes in the sink, and his angry footsteps across the wooden floor of the flat. He stood behind me, thinking about what he would do to me first. The vibrator meant he was really angry. He set it to max immediately and shoved it underneath me, fiddling for the best position until it was sitting right against my clit. I didn't make a sound, knowing if I showed any sign of losing control my punishment session would last longer. 

Within two minutes I was ready to cum, and found myself almost losing consciousness with the effort of ignoring the vibrator. Instead I focused on the pain of my over-stimulated clit, letting that become the only thing real to me. He had a clock on the wall directly in front of where I sat so he could monitor how long he made me hold out for. Also, it made every minute seem longer to me. Twenty minutes! Surely he would be satisfied now?! My clit was so sore by now I was beginning to fear I might pass out. He got up quickly from the chair in the corner of the room he always watched from, and removed the vibrator. I almost sighed in relief, but managed to keep my face a mask of control.

He knelt behind me and kissed my neck, sending a shiver of delight up my spine. 

"Good girl. Now make me cum." He had the zip of his pants open, his boxers drawn down to reveal the huge member so many parts of my body had been forced to contain. I had never known a man with such a large cock, and I suspected he took Viagra because he was more than double my age, (I was seventeen when I met him, and had left my parent's home to be with him, he was forty-five) yet somehow he was always ready to perform when he wanted me. I took him in my mouth without hesitating, taking as much of him in as I could without gagging. At least he was always gentle with my throat, and if I did gag I was always rewarded with a hard slap on my rear. I felt like I was on some weird trip, my body seemed to be tingling all over. I took him in too deep, gagged, and he pulled away from me, his eyes furious. He was all about control, and he was already angry. He pushed me into a kneeling position and slammed his cock into me. I was dripping wet and it wouldn't have hurt if he hadn't been so huge, but I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from my lips. He became even angrier, and slapped my ass hard every time he thrust deeply into me. Then he reached under the bed, where he always kept some small elastic hairbands and various lengths of heavy chain. He twisted two bands double and placed them expertly on each of my nipples, before taking a chain, passing it under my breasts and using it as a kind of rein to pull me up and deeper onto his cock as he lunged savagely into me. 

I don't know how he kept this up so long, even with the help of Viagra, but it felt like hours -- my pussy was so raw I thought I would start bleeding -- but eventually his breathing got heavy and I could feel he was going to lose it. "Cum NOW bitch!" he ordered, and started slamming so hard into me I could barely hold myself up. I let my concentration go and felt my pussy muscles immediately begin to spasm, hard and fast, a desperate scream coming from me, the contractions around his shaft finally driving him over the edge. We collapsed together, the weight of his muscular body on top of me making me feel incredibly safe. No matter what I knew I could trust him with my life. We lay panting for a good while before I helped him onto the bed, his head resting on my breast, my arms wrapped tightly around him as we both slipped into sleep. 



Control



You tell me that the anticipation that builds when you won't fuck me is good for me, that it makes me all that more appreciative. I personally think that's all a bunch of bullshit, but I smile and pretend that's all it is, just anticipation, even when I feel the need pulse through me harder and harder trying to break free, I can't sit still, and my pussy stays almost embarrassingly wet. Anticipation my ass, this is just another way you tease me. Another way I learn what it is to lose control. 

What you may not know, however, is how much I enjoy it. How much I need to hand over control. How much I want to feel your body against mine, your fingers, your hands, your mouth, your words moving me, controlling me, making me ache with the need to be controlled. 

It scares me how badly I want it, this lack of control. I want to feel your hand on my clit, taking me to the brink of an orgasm only to move away and leave me whimpering for more, begging for more. I want your hand around my neck, allowing me to breath under your command, and only then. I want your mouth against my ear, telling me the things that you'll do to me.

You whisper in my ear words that scare me, frighten me to my very core, and yet even now, my pussy is wet just anticipating those words. This morning you told me you wanted to fuck my pussy, and I haven't been able to sit still since then. My pussy contracts and floods my panties with sweet sticky juices. You made me cum, and if I hadn't had my hand pressed hard against your dick, I would never have known you were affected by the encounter. Your cool, collected demeanor infuriates me. 

I strive to stay on my feet as my pussy rebels at the abandonment of your fingers and you walk away, out of the room oblivious, or so it seems. When you turn around and crush your mouth over mine, I tentatively touch your hard dick again behind your jeans, and smile a little at the small pieces of control I keep, I still know that I have affected you, that I have caused this hard as steel reaction from you. 

I turn and lean against the table, flipping my skirt just a bit to show you the black lace panties I know you like. I hope to entice you, interest you enough to fuck me. I look over my shoulder and when I see you unzip your pants I smile. I turn and drop to my knees, hungry now to have your dick in my mouth. I smile as I wrap my fingers around your dick, I had forgotten how big you are, how well you fill my hand, my mouth, and hopefully soon, my pussy. I gasp as you lean against the counter and slowly fuck my mouth, tears spill from my eyes at the panic I can't quite control. I can't breathe and you just push farther into my throat. The lack of control scares me and makes me groan in anticipation at the same time. I'm still tentative, so worried I'm not pleasing you, but you tell me you want to cum in my mouth, and I take it as encouragement. 

You reach down and lift me up to my feet. Turning me around, you push me hard onto the table. I pull my skirt up over my ass and beg you to fuck me. "I'm so wet, please fuck my wet pussy."

You stretch my pussy wide open as you slide your dick into me, my whole body trembles as the orgasm shocks me with it's ferocious power. Your fingers assault my clit as you continue to fuck me hard and fast. I can hardly breathe as one orgasm is followed by another, then another. I turn to watch you as you pull out of me and cum all over my ass. I smile as I feel it drip down my thighs, the same thighs that are still trembling from the orgasm I'm still feeling. I smile over my shoulder, satisfied in the basest sort of way. 

My legs won't stop shaking, I can hardly stand, and drop to the chair before I fall to the floor. I know this is all amazingly average for you, but it is nothing of the sort for me. I feel so good still, I revel in the little aftershocks that make me shiver as I watch you lean against the counter. Amazingly average? No, not exactly. 



Control



My girlfriend, Patricia, and I tend to switch between the dominant and submissive roles. It all depends on the mood that day. Some days I'm feeling more aggressive so I will take the lead. Other times I need someone to put me in my place, and she is very good at that. It never was because of boredom, but we started incorporating other people into our sex life. 

Lately she has been very into me taking complete control of her. As much as I enjoy submitting to a dominant female, it seems when I'm in the bedroom, I want to do whatever I want to her without having to ask. 

We met a guy on the internet who was into the same fetishes as us and seemed like someone we could bring into our sex life. His name was Jake and he lived not too far from us. Patricia loved having the attention of two males at once. It never bothered me. If I was the dominant one, I'd be in complete control of both her and him. I'm bi-curious but haven't acted on that yet though he would do whatever I asked. I'd usually just make her do things to him or order him to do this or that to her.

When we moved in we turned the basement into a sex dungeon of sorts. It took a lot of time and effort but it was well worth it. Essentially we had all the things we wanted. There were a few items we were still saving for.

Jake came over about 6 tonight, as Patricia was in the shower. We talked a bit until she finished up. Then we all headed downstairs. 

He put on a leather mask and threw his clothes off to the side. I got naked, watching my girl put on her black leather corset before sliding fishnets up over her legs. The boots came next and they come up just past her knees. She lied down on the table we had set up in the middle room of the basement.

"Jake, start tying her hands."

He wrapped the rope around her wrists several times before tying the rest to a hook on the wall. She pulled to test it out and couldn't move very much.

"Get up by her mouth. Patricia, I want you sucking his cock. You better do a good job too."

I reached down onto a shelf and grabbed a leather crop. It ran smoothly over her thighs before I swung it down full force, leaving a bright red mark. The smell of her pussy filled my nostrils as I got down on my knees, burying my face. I'd flick my tongue along her clit before running it down her slit. She began rocking her hips, pushing herself closer to me. 

Her moans were faint because her mouth was full of Jake's 8 inch cock, but I heard them escaping. I started to fuck her opening with my tongue as I watched Jake fuck her throat. She'd gag but continue on without me having to order her to continue. My fingers pushed in up to the knuckle, first two, then making my way up to four. 

"Are you enjoying sucking his cock? I know how much you love it, whore."

I reached back over to the crop I set down in the floor, pressing it against her opening. Slowly I pushed it into her snatch. The handle was all the way in her as I twisted it around inside.

"Suck him. Show him how hungry you are for that cock."

She started sucking harder and moaning louder. His moans were escaping his mouth as well as she took every inch of him to the back of her throat. He'd pull it out and rub it along her lips, making her beg for it. She'd spit on it and dive forward, engulfing all of him. 

"Spit in her mouth. You better swallow it slut."

As instructed she opened wide and caught the spit, swallowing it down before having his prick back in her mouth. I stood up and walked towards her breast, getting a better view of her deep oral skills. Jake had a handful of her hair, pulling her forward. She'd take every inch in and hold it as his balls rest against her chin. The only reason she'd even withdraw is that it was so deep that she worried she would throw up.

"You are quite a good dick sucker. Is that what you do when your master isn't at home? Pleasing other men? Huh?"

"Yes master."

"I thought so. You are such a slut."

I wrapped my hand around her left breast, squeezing it. It was soft between my fingers. I smacked her right breast several times before leaning in, taking the nipple into my mouth. My tongue circled around the erect nipple right before I lightly bit it, pulling it upwards with my teeth.

"How bad do you want me in your hot cunt? How bad bitch?"

I slapped her across the face a few times before grasping her cheeks, turning her head towards me.

"How bad?"

"I want it more than anything master."

"Good girl."

Jake reinserted his throbbing prick into her mouth. His hands squeezed on her breast as he fucked her. I moved down between her legs. Her legs were so smooth to the touch as I lifted them up, spreading them for a clear view of her shaven pussy. Her wetness was dripping down to her ass hole and the warmth felt good on my cock as I pushed my way in.

"Mm, you are enjoying his dick too much. You are fucking soaked. Dirty cock slave."

Patricia bucks wildly as I'm fucking her with every inch of me. She sucks hungrily at Jake as my pace quickened. My index finger rubs lightly at her clit as I pull out before shoving my way back in.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to cum in her mouth."

"Stop! You won't cum in her mouth, pull away. Stand over there and watch me fuck her."

Jake stood off to the side, lightly rubbing himself. I'd look over to see him enjoying it and it propelled me to fuck her harder. I gripped onto her legs and lifted her ass up in the air, driving myself deeper.

"Fuck. Oh fuck! That feels so good master. Fuck me harder."

Her natural reaction to this pleasure is to play with her clit or rub her breast, pulling at her nipples. Quite often I caught her pulling at the rope. 

"Hold still bitch. I'm going to fill you up."

"Yes, fill me up, fill me."

I pulled out and ran my cock up the length of her slit, sliding it across her clit. She shivered, biting down on her lip to control herself. I put my dick at her opening and slowly moved every inch back inside.

"Play with your cock. When I'm done I want you to fill her up as well. Be ready."

"Yes sir."

His cock was red from all the friction he was giving it. He'd squeeze it hard while stroking it. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him. Seeing him nearing orgasm from watching me fuck my girl turned me on even more. Her cunt was dripping on my balls as I'd drive deep. With a couple thrust, I couldn't take anymore and shot my semen in her. I pushed deeper as felt more gushing out. She moaned loudly, tightening up her muscles around me.

"Fuck. All right Jake. Shoot your cum inside of that hot pussy."

Surprisingly he didn't waste a second. It didn't seem to bother him that I had just came in there. As he was told, Jake was ready. It only took a few thrusts and he was yelling out in pleasure. I stood off to the side as I watched him fill my girl with his seed.

He pulled out slowly, tapping his still leaking cock on her slit. We unraveled the rope around her wrist. Jake took the mask off and tossed it onto a table nearby. She sat down in a chair and reached down, finger fucking her cunt before licking her hands completely clean. 

"So, hunny, maybe next time, can we bring in another guy as well?"

If she loved two guys attending to her, I knew she'd be ecstatic with three. It was something to consider.



Control



Her eyes stared up at him blazing. A smirk traced his lips before they came crashing down. A breath of surprised left her as his mouth consumed hers. Soon enough her mouth found itself pressing back against his. She gave off a small snarl before her teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. She pulled it in between her teeth sensually and bit down sucking. Hands pressed her wrists into the bed. Her body arched itself up against him. Her mouth let go of his briefly before attacking his neck. Her teeth clamped down at the skin and pulled. Her tongue pressing itself against the small bite marks. 

His hands struggled to pull her arms over her head and hold onto both of her wrists at once. Her body twisted as he finally just jerked her arms where he wanted them. Her mouth let go of his neck and she let off a growl before tugging at her wrists to try and free them. He laughed at her before his mouth pressed down again. This time her kisses back were rough and hard her teeth scraping at his lips. With one hand holding her wrists his other trailed down her arms to her hair. He entangled his fingers into her hair and tilted her head to the side. His lips bit into her neck and she let out a quiet breath. Her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth nibbled and sucked. Fingers ran down her neck and chest making her whimper and writher. Soon the hand found itself winding its way up her shirt. Her body pressed back and away from his hand as if to prevent him. Her eyes opened up and locked onto his as his hand grasped her boob gently. She shifted her body as he gently tugged on her nipple. Soon he had her shirt up and pushed away as his mouth wrapped itself around her nipple and sucked. Her hands twisted once more in his and almost broke free before he tightened his grasp pressing down onto them harder. 

He kissed his way down her stomach and jerked her skirt down her hips with his free hand. His eyes latching onto the small scrap of fabric that lay between her legs before he pulled them off as well. Fingers drifted down inside across her clit before pressing in. A little keening sound came out of her lips as his finger pushed deep feeling how warm and wet she was. Her legs spread as she tried to wiggle her body to gain more pressure. His thumb rubbed her clit before withdrawing completely. A loud whine left her lips as he pulled away and he smiled at her. "Shh." He whispered into her ear before nipping at it. Her eyes watched him glazed over as he slipped cuffs out of his pants and onto her wrists over her head. Once her hands were cuffed he grabbed at the chain link in between them and dragged her up and to his head board. He slipped the cuffs around the head board and settled her lying on her back. After that he took a blindfold and tied it around her eyes. He ran his one hand down the side of her face. 

Now with both his hands free he ran them slowly down her body. She wiggled and pulled at the cuffs her hands opening and closing into fists. His lips found themselves flowing down her body till he started pressing them against the insides of her thighs. Breathless whimpers came out of her lips as her back tensed up in anticipation. When her body was trembling he darted his tongue out to run it across her clit and she jerked in surprise. As her body began to wiggle he grabbed onto her hips and held her still as his mouth pressed against her. His tongue swirled itself across her clit and then down and then up again. Running his hand down her hip he slipped a finger deep inside of her while his mouth sucked and pulled on her clit making her moan loudly and stiffen. Her body withered as his mouth tasted her and delighted in her torment. He pulled back and just slowly moved his finger in and out of her watching her face. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he laughed suddenly. Her body jumped in surprise and she tilted her head to the side biting onto her bottom lip trying not to ask what was so funny. 

The weight that was on the bed lightened suddenly and she tried to rub the blindfold off of her eyes so she could see what was going on. Suddenly the weight of the bed increased again and fingers were placed onto her chin. A light pressure was placed to make her open her mouth. "Open your mouth now." His deep voice resounded. She kept her lips pressed closed just to be a bitch. The pressure increased. "Open. I won't say it again." A deep growl of warning in his tone. Her mouth slowly opened and she felt something nudge against them. Her tongue darted out and licked across the head of him. Slowly the head pressed itself inside of her warm wet mouth. Her lips pressed themselves around him tight pulling him deep. Her tongue pressed itself against the underside of his head while sucking. She loosened up her mouth as she felt his hips pressing down slowly pushing himself into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against him flat so that as he moved deeper inside he would feel it trailing itself up to his base. Her throat flexed around him as she tried to suppress a gag. His hips pulled themselves back and she tightened her mouth as he did so as if trying to pull him back in. His hips rocked forward again and she jerked at her wrists wishing she could scrape her nails down his back. Her mouth worked at him hard till he pulled himself away from her. 

She laid there panting as she sat there her senses going wild from her being blind. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled upward and lifted into a sitting position. Hands wrapped themselves around her turning her around and slipping her hands back over the headboard. Her hips were grabbed and jerked down pulling her body into a lying down position. She tried to move herself upwards so she could lift the cuffs away from the head board. As she was doing this suddenly a resounding smacking noise entered the room about the same time as a loud yelp from her came. Her body spasmed from the shock of the smack and then his hand landed again and another yelp came out. "Please." The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them. Another smack landed and she arched her back and screamed this time. Suddenly she felt something being placed inside of her mouth and tied behind her head. She struggled as she realized he had gagged her. Another smack landed and her body spasmed. Her eyes squeezed themselves shut behind the gag and her hands clenched. This time after the next smack she felt him ram himself deep inside of her. 

A loud moan tried to escape her but the gag prevented it from making much noise. His hips started rocking into her and slamming against her. She felt his body press against her as his cock slammed itself inside of her. Her body shuddered as she felt pleasure ripple its way through her body. Her hands pressed down into themselves as he slammed his hand into her again as his hips jerked forward hard. He wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted them upward so that as he slammed he could press himself more against her. Her body shook almost continuously as he fucked her. He leaned forward and fisted her hair and pulled her head back. She moaned loudly underneath the gag as he slammed into her particularly hard and deep that time. He watched his cock move out of her and then slowly push itself back inside. Her wrists twisted themselves in the cuffs as her body shook hard and he grabbed onto her hip with one hand and pressed his hips tight against hers. His body pulsing as he orgasmed hard. She felt herself collapse onto the bed and she breathed hard. Her head leaning on its side on the pillow not even bothering to try to free herself of anything. Hands ran themselves up her back as they went about freeing her.



Control



Dear Readers:

I don't know where the fuck this came (heh) from. Usually I don't like to be in control, but the idea of forcing a man to go down on me....well, that started it all and then I let the story go where it would. Hope you enjoy.

-Elenia

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"Are you sure we can't work something out, Ariana? This is more than a little demeaning, after all."

"Demeaning?! I would think it would be more demeaning that a knight can't find enough money to pay his debts to society, as it were. I think you ought to just consider yourself lucky I think you have enough skills to get by without paying for the rent."

Sir Corwin Ironfist looked stricken. "It is for the children, after all."

"So? Get to work." And I seated myself on the desk and pushed him to his knees. Truth be told, I wouldn't have turned the children out of the orphanage, but I already had a bad reputation and figured I might as well take advantage of it.

Corwin did not hesitate any longer but pushed my dress up to my hips. I had already spread my legs for him, and he dove eagerly at my pussy, burying his face in it. He had always been good at this, and he hadn't lost any of his skill.

I draped both legs over his shoulders, and as he gripped my thighs I leaned back on my hands. Oh, to have a knight kneeling between your legs, against his will, pleasuring you, obligations heaped upon him. I recommend you try it --there's nothing like it.

He gently pushed my panties aside and began running his tongue along my sex. My clit was already swollen in anticipation and I was moist as well. He knew by now that while hesitation was forbidden, so was stampeding directly toward the clitoris, and he began by circling my sex oh so sweetly with his tongue, letting me feel his hands on my inner thighs, his mustache tickling me and growing wetter with my juices.

Soon I was wet enough for him to slide his warm wet tongue inside of me and I welcomed it, beginning to moan. He penetrated me and began sliding his tongue in and out of my folds, and I reached down to help him pull my panties out of his way. His long pointed nose occasionally bumped against my clit, making me shiver against him.

In spite of himself and his pride he chuckled and slowly surrounded my clit with his tongue, bathing it in warm wetness, as I moaned wantonly and rubbed myself against him. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. Corwin never disappointed.

He opened me with two long fingers and began to penetrate me, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his mouth finally closed around my clit and began to suck it ever so gently. I ran my fingers through his waist-length wavy hair and grabbed two handfuls, pushing his face into me. I felt him groan in helpless desire and I wrapped my ankles around his head as I came, filling his mouth and covering his face with my own juices. 

He knew me by now and immediately eased up the pressure on my clit, switching to first stroking it ever so gently with his tongue, and then not even touching it but just moistening and licking the area around it, as my sensitivity increased almost to a painful point.

I came down slowly, panting, still gripping his hair. I looked down between my legs. Pulling his head up gently by his hair, I looked into his eyes. His mouth and chin were glazed from me, and his mustache even wet, but his blue eyes gazed back, expressionless into mine. 

"Are you hard, Corwin?" I whispered.

He just nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

He nodded again, his breath coming perceptibly shorter. 

"Then get up here," I said, releasing his hair. 

He moved away from me and stood, his hands already going to his pants. Unbuttoning them quickly, he freed his cock, which was already erect as promised, jutting from its nest of fine blond hair. I pulled my dress off first one shoulder, then the other, exposing my breasts and their brown nipples. I smiled at him, then, sliding off the desk, turned around and bent over the desk. 

I reached back and pulled my panties to one side, exposing my aching sex to him. 

"Fuck me, knight, and pay for what you want, you whore." I murmured. He gripped my hips, and I could feel the mix of suppressed fury and desire in the strength of his grip. He actually growled, and I felt the thrill dart up my spine. 

I felt him move to me, and I felt his cock brush against my skin. Suddenly he hesitated. "I'm so tired of you ordering me around, when all I'm trying to do is help those kids."

I shrugged lazily. "You could always find another way to pay for it."

Silence. Then, "I think I will," and before I could respond, before I had even realized I had abruptly lost control of the situation, Corwin shoved his cock against my asshole. I cried out and lost my balance, falling forth against the desk. 

"What the hell are you doing?! Oh!" For he hadn't hesitated, and had shoved forward again and had actually begun to open my asshole a little. I tried to flail but he easily grabbed my wrists. He twisted them together, and grabbing them both in one of his large hands, and grunting, he pushed forward again.

I was no anal virgin, but I didn't give it to just anybody! And when I had had it before it had always been gentle, with lots of prep time and plenty of build-up. He gave me no such thing, and rammed it forward again and I shrieked as his head popped in finally.

I didn't give in the fight yet but all of my flailing and crying out was to no purpose. I had never really realized how fucking strong he was before! And he didn't wait for anything. I heard him grunting as he pushed, pushed, pushed...and suddenly he slammed all the way up my ass, I screamed out loud this time, no doubt about it.

"Here I am," he grunted, beginning to work that cock back out of me as I whimpered, "slaving day in and day out," half way now, "trying to do some damn good in the world," and only his head was in, "and then people like you try to take advantage of me, you little whore!" And with that he slammed his cock all the way back in.

"I'm sorry," I gasped out. "I was only playing with you! Honest!"

"You know what? I don't care anymore. I've done everything you ever wanted. Now you do what I want, or rather, take what I want to give you." He was fucking my ass roughly now, in and out. Thankfully I was beginning to get used to it. I had known he was big but I hadn't really been intimidated by it until now.

"You know what else, you little whore?" He reached up to my neck and gathered a handful of my hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he jerked my head back just hard enough to hurt a little. "All these times going down on you, I know what you like. I know what turns you on."

And indeed, I loved getting my hair pulled. It was almost an instant turn-on for me. It had always been, since earliest puberty and today was no exception. I was still wet from before and I felt my clit beginning to swell. The pain in my ass had receded to a dull throb, and as he began to penetrate even deeper, I moaned, I couldn't help it. I loved a good ass fucking, and I only had never let him into my ass for pride. 

"I think this is what you wanted from me, all this time, for me to throw you down and take you the way I wanted. Even if it wasn't, it sure as hell is what I wanted, you little cocktease. Do you know, in all this time, you never once put your mouth on my cock? I'm going to fuck your mouth tonight, too. I'm going to fuck you in every hole. But first I'm going to wear out your little asshole."

I was almost gone beyond caring. I tried to fight him one last time, squirming in his arms. To my utter shock one of my arms actually got loose. As I flailed, I couldn't see what I was doing and threw my weight backwards. I felt the back of my head connect with his face.

I froze.

"You...bloody...bitch," he whispered with quiet menace. "My nose is bleeding, you gave me a fucking bloody nose." 

"Oh, god..." was all I could say.

"You better call to Him," was his rejoinder. Grabbing my hips, he roughly pulled me off the desk. I was significantly shorter than him, and lighter, and was left, actually dangling in the air, his cock stuffed up my ass, his hands gripping my hips.

He moved to the carpet and let himself drop to his knees. With a surprised oof! I fell in front of him, but that wasn't enough for him. Putting his hand on the small of my back, he pushed me down until my breasts and face were actually on the floor. He pushed my legs down too, until only my ass was a few inches off the floor. He leaned over me, and for a moment, tenderly nuzzled his cheek against my shoulder, leaning his weight against mine, so I couldn't fight. Then he turned his head, and bit my neck, hard. 

"This is what you get for that."

And with that he pulled himself up and began fucking me in earnest. All of my whimperings and pleadings were met only with his hand, pushing my face into the carpet, or pushing my back down. He fucked my ass as though I was naught but a toy. He rode me, and all I could do was bite my lip and take it like a good girl. Tears were streaming down my cheeks but I admit the tears were from the humiliation; the pain was all but gone. 

My resistance was being sapped, and soon I just collapsed fully to the carpet, letting him pound my poor little asshole. He let go of my wrists and I let them drop limply to my sides. I felt his hand come down on my ass. WHACK! I jumped, but had no energy in me to do more. WHACK! WHACK! 

Finally after what seemed like hours I heard his breath catching regularly and he began to move faster and faster in me. My fingers curled into the rug as he finally slammed his whole length into me. I heard him cry out and actually felt him emptying his balls into my ass. My forehead pressed something cool and I opened my eyes to find it was resting on the bare wood floor; he had actually fucked me across the rug. 

He withdrew his limp cock from my ass and sat back. I tried to get up once, failed and fell again, all my limbs weak. I could only imagine what a sight I must make for him, looking at me from behind. I tried again, and this time I was able to roll over onto my back and look at him. 

He was sitting, his pants fully off, panting, blue eyes on me. As his gaze fell on my front, he smirked. I glanced down at myself. 

My belly, thankfully, had been covered by my dress, but my breasts, thighs, and my mound all showed signs of severe rugburn. I tried to sit up and winced. I could only managed to sit on one ass cheek. I reached back tentatively and felt my wide-open asshole, leaking come. I looked at him with large eyes.

"Next time," he panted, "If you behave better, I'll let you come."

I looked down at myself, and then at him. I moved to my hands and knees and crawled to him. He looked surprised, but didn't stop me, and I curled up at his feet, and laid my head on his thigh. 

"I hope next time comes soon, Corwin." 

True to himself, he didn't disappoint.



Control



What do you think of when you hear the word "control"? "Control" is used in many contexts these days: people try to "control cholesterol," there is "parental control" of TV channels, "controlled burning" of forests is debated, and there are the ever-popular birth, pest, and remote "control" options -– not to mention "control groups"! To a submissive like me, even though I use the word in many of these ways, "control" signifies the exercise of a restraining or directing influence over ("to regulate") or to have power over ("to rule"). But, at times in my submission, "control" has meant "to check, test, or verify by evidence or experiments." The main thing about control for a submissive is the giving over of it to a Dominant, which at times has been an intractable problem for me.

There are jokes about people being "out of control," a phrase that can be used very seriously or not seriously at all. Someone in the throes of psychosis or paranoia may be "out of control;" someone intoxicated with alcohol or high on drugs may be described as being "out of control" as well. I have used the phrase, usually without a great deal of thought about its levels of meaning, but I find that submission has given me a new respect and consideration for the concept of being "out of control."

As a submissive, when I completely and fully relinquish control of my physical body, my emotional attitude, my psychological concepts, and my daily activities to a Dominant, I feel "out of control." Past experiences of feeling "out of control" always were extremely negative, which accounts somewhat for my difficulty in achieving full and complete submission. Rigorous control of my personal behavior and any expression of my feelings has been part of my life for decades, helping me fit in with my family and with others in my profession. The select group of friends who knew the more emotional and less controlled person I really was provided an insufficient outlet, so my rebellion against my self imposed restrictions (and the lack of a Dominant to serve) resulted in a lifestyle that was damaging to me physically, medically, and emotionally, and that cut me off from most of society.

The control that characterized my professional life, gaining me recognition and respect, was threatened when I allowed myself free rein to eat anything (and nearly everything) whilst performing only the barest minimum of physical activity. The more I achieved professionally, the more I ate, and the more weight I gained; ultimately, when my weight had reached over 350 pounds, even my professional standing was threatened. I simply became too fat to work at the level I demanded of myself and had led my supervisors to expect from me. I dragged myself through 10-12 hour work days, only to come home and collapse in front of the television, eating pizza or other fatty foods in quantities far beyond what my sedentary, though busy, days could use for energy.

When I realized that the area in which I had allowed myself to be "out of control" was threatening an area of my life upon which I relied for the modicum of self-esteem I permitted myself, I underwent bariatric surgery and lost 100 pounds over the course of a year. However, once the weight had been reduced to the point at which I could function at a high level professionally again, the scale stopped dropping. I stayed at or around the still excessive weight of 250 pounds for more than 10 years following my bariatric surgery.

It was only when I began my submissive service and experienced the dual benefit of at last having an outlet for my submissive nature and having the guidance and encouragement of the Dominant I served that I began focusing my attention on healthy nutrition and hydration, as well as physical exercise and conditioning. My new focus ensured that my excess weight could be lost; over the course of my first year of submission, I lost 130 pounds, reaching the lowest weight of my adult life. Even more importantly, the weight loss has not been ephemeral; it has been maintained, and even increased, as I have moved into my second year of submissive service.

Despite the obvious connection of submissive service (with its requirement of relinquishing control in many areas of my life) and my weight loss success, letting go of the control I upon which I have relied for years takes more than conscious choice. Working toward that goal requires daily (if not hourly) monitoring and encouragement. Changing the pattern of decades requires rooting out the neural pathways pounded into my brain through years of repeated thinking and behaviors about myself, and my relationship to other people. Because I understand this, because I know first-hand just how difficult and multi-layered a task my submission requires, I am proud of the progress I have made, although I have fallen short of my goals and the achievements the Dominant I serve hoped I would reach. 

After more than a year of submissive service, I finally have learned that, when I am "out of control" as that condition existed in my life before my submissive service, I am most in control. I am in control because the Dominant is exerting control more extensively and objectively than I could. The Dominant not only has the benefit of perspective and understanding that is difficult to achieve about oneself, but the Dominant has the benefit of being Dominant -- being in control whilst directing, instructing, and guiding a submissive is who and what the Dominant is, just as relinquishing control, following direction, taking instruction, and allowing myself to be guided is who and what I, as a submissive, am.

The Dominant exercises rigorous control over my experiences, carefully monitors and guides my reactions to those experiences, and works calmly and patiently with me to help me appreciate and accept both the experiences and emotions for the lessons they are. At the same time, the Dominant also must control the Dominant's actions, reactions, and needs. The Dominant must protect the Dominant AND the submissive, even when their needs and desires conflict. When the submissive has given up everything to the Dominant, the submissive bears the burden of the choices and instructions of the Dominant. But the Dominant bears the greater burden, for the Dominant must choose for two. If the Dominant deserves the trust and relinquishment of control granted by the submissive, the Dominant makes choices that support and encourage the submissive's growth in service and joy in submission. The responsible Dominant feels the weight of the duty owed to one who has been granted full access to heart, mind, body, soul, and spirit of another. The submissive serves in ways that please the Dominant, even if those ways are not ones the submissive personally would have chosen; still the Dominant must provide the submissive with ways to serve that reward the submissive so that submission will continue being offered freely, fully, and without restraint. 

For a long while, I have thought of the balance between Dominance and submission, the dynamic that operates in D/s relationships, as a sort of "which came first, the chicken or the egg" puzzle. Although I understand that a submissive must freely choose to serve, it was more obvious to me that the submissive must surrender the choices born of ego, the desires springing from self-love, and the limitations designed to protect the submissive's idea of herself to the Dominant.

The idea that the Dominant is the less-powerful partner in the couple was difficult for me to grasp. I began submission noting all the actions, thoughts, and feelings given into the Dominant's control. I focused on responding to the Dominant's instructions, preferences, and directions. As a result, I fully believed that, once my initial choice to serve the Dominant was made, each and every other choice belonged to the Dominant.

Perhaps I can be forgiven this way of thinking – I am very new to submission, and the Dominant I serve has very formalized, rigorous (one might even say strict) standards for the performance of a submissive. My service has encompassed everything in my life – from the top of my head (no more short hair) to the soles of my feet (4" stiletto heels as standard footwear). The preference that I ask permission from the Dominant to pause in conversation in order to use the toilet, the need to secure the Dominant's permission to buy a gift for a parent, and the idea that the Dominant knows what I am feeling and thinking – sometimes before I acknowledge either to myself – made it seem to me that the Dominant had all the power, all the choices, and all the options.

What I have come to understand, however, is the price the Dominant pays for those choices. The Dominant often seems to be capricious, to decide off-hand that there is something that should be done or at least attempted by the submissive. Time has taught me that there is very little spontaneity in Dominance, since the wise and caring Dominant must try to decide what tests to set to encourage the submissive to grow, must monitor the submissive's progress so as to encourage or instruct where needed, and must subordinate selfishness in the interests of a submissive whose greatest joy is in serving.

When I help the Dominant undress, when I bring him a glass of wine, when I kiss his feet, or make his dinner, I am happy because I am serving the One I love above all others, and because I am SERVING. Just as a Dominant cannot be a Dominant without a submissive, a submissive cannot be a submissive without a Dominant to direct and receive service. The "Dominant" being served may not be a Dominant in the sense of a full D/s relationship that involves emotions and sexual relations, but a submissive can find some fulfillment of the need to submit and serve in many "vanilla" areas of life. I am certain that my decisions in my life before my D/s service began were made to support the submissive self of which I had no conscious knowledge. 

For example, when I participated in local theatre, I chose to work behind the scenes (running lights, locating and staging props, doing makeup) rather than to appear on stage. My interest in the legal profession found expression in the roles of legal secretary and paralegal, rather than attorney, despite being admitted to law school. Friendships were characterized by my constant attention to friends' interests and wishes, and it was usual that I would surprise them with a favorite book, dessert, or other treat because making my friends happy brought me so much joy. In fact, I took this behavior to such an extreme that several people voiced their concern that I was trying to "buy" friends because I did so much for other people. The simple fact was that, being a submissive, service was my natural state of being, providing services for others about whom I cared made me feel complete and happy in a way nothing else in my life did. 

However, despite the opportunities to serve others that abounded in my life before my submissive service to the Dominant I now serve, they were not enough, and the lack of the level of submission and service I needed to be most fully and completely myself manifested as 230 pounds of excess weight, hyper-control of my professional and home environments, and a deep longing and lack that I unsuccessfully tried to satisfy with food, and hiding away from the world, spending my free time reading, trying to escape a bleak reality through books.

The Dominant must choose a submissive carefully so as to find one with whom the mental and emotional rapport allows for personal and relationship growth for both parties. A submissive must be careful in the Dominant chosen to be served, avoiding those who use dominance as a disguise for bullying and abuse, and hopefully finding the Dominant whose personality and style will guide the submissive to the zenith of submissive expression, true service, and joy.

Even people who are not participating in D/s relationships may have no trouble recognizing services a Dominant may receive from a submissive. Their ignorance of the balance of duties, responsibilities, and benefits a true D/s relationship requires may result in envy of a Dominant whose shoes are shined, whose laundry is done, food prepared, house maintained, and sexual whims indulged. But these people cannot as easily discern the joy and fulfillment a submissive receives only by having her practical, emotional, and sexual service accepted. Even more difficult to appreciate is the need a submissive may have for pain (physical, psychological, or both) inflicted by the Dominant to fully experience sexual and/or emotional release. Pain as a part of sexual excitement and fulfillment may be incomprehensible to some, and a blessing of true submission is that there is no need to justify, explain, or gain acceptance for any service as long as that service is in accord with the needs of the Dominant and the submissive involved.

People who are neither Dominant nor submissive may not understand that a submissive's appreciation of being "out of control" in the hands of a Dominant offers a welcome respite from the surfeit of choice elsewhere in her life. One who does not feel the urgings of submission or the imperatives of Dominance, or who has not allowed those emotions to surface, may be confused or threatened by a submissive's belief that she lives most fully when stripped of everything but the pride of service performed well, with love, and the joy of bringing a smile to the face of the One that is loved and served. Such a person never may be able to understand a submissive whose submission and service result in confidence erasing years of insecurity, self-hatred, and loneliness; self-esteem and self-respect nurtured through acts some perceive as demeaning, humiliating, or perverted. A submissive's deepening servicing to the One to whom all is known, the One who respects and tests the submissive, and the One who urges the submissive continually to improve and grow enhances the submissive's pride, and strength of self, despite the requirement of submission that the submissive's self be subordinated to the Dominant.

I am hard-wired to be submissive, but I never was a submissive until I was fortunate enough to have my service and submission accepted, trained, and developed by the Dominant I serve. Although I know this, I have finally come to know that, should the Dominant I serve dismiss me tomorrow, the active submission He engendered and encouraged would find other outlets. It would be a difficult transition – rather on the order of compressing the Mississippi River into a mountain stream – but it would be a transition, rather than a cutting off or death. On the other hand, without a submissive in service, a Dominant has no outlet for the aspect of His personality that requires Him to lead, to decide, to choose – and to pay the price for all of that.

As a submissive, it of course never occurred to me that I could be a Dominant; as a submissive, it often seemed to me that being the Dominant was easier – receiving instead of giving, reprimanding instead of crediting, or withholding instead of reciprocating. What I have come to understand, and strive to comprehend more fully as my service continues, is that receiving requires just as much intention as giving; that reprimanding without crushing the spirit of the person being disciplined is more challenging than giving out empty compliments; and that withholding to encourage responsibility and acceptance of the need to freely give can demand more strength of will than any service I am called upon to offer in submission.

I still struggle to give up all control, not to second guess, not to question why, not to wonder and analyze everything, but my continuing service is helping me win that struggle. Admitting that the life of a Dominant is a closed book to me, no matter how much I have learned about the Dominant I serve, no matter how carefully I study the expressions and habits of the Dominant I serve, no matter how often I attempt to anticipate that Dominant's preferences, I still have learned to appreciate the dedication, commitment, concentration, and sheer effort that the Dominant brings to bear on the Dominant's role in our relationship. I will never watch or learn as much from the Dominant as the Dominant is able to watch and learn from me. I never will understand the Dominant's thoughts and feelings in the ways in which the Dominant understands mine. I continually strive to learn that giving what the Dominant prefers is more important than giving everything I can think of, and to rely on the fact that the Dominant will never let me give more than the Dominant is willing to acknowledge and respect.

I will serve, submit, subordinate, and survive. I will be proud and happy that my submissive nature finally has found expression, even when that expression may be unusual, difficult, painful, or even humiliating to me. I AM a submissive – and I am proud of both my submission and the Dominant I serve. 



Control



She'd finally done it. She'd quit.

No one ever had expected it. Least of all, her.

But she'd finally done it. Gotten a job in a larger city. She was about finished with work and he was having a small going away party for her at his house. Something outside that turned out to be larger than he had thought. But fun just the same.

One problem. She wasn't there. Or really late. Depending on the outcome.

He couldn't believe she'd pull a no-show after all they'd been through together. He was still adjusting to her quitting. He had been drinking a lot. 

Finally, she walked in. She was greeting people as she walked in. She was two hours late. She was wearing a white-buttoned shirt and jeans, so it wasn't like she was taking all that time putting together her wardrobe. And honestly, that was really how he wanted her to look tonight. Like her. No pretenses.

She made her way over to him. There was something different about her. She didn't look away when she caught his eye. 

"Hey. How's it going?" she said.

"You're late," was his response.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. I wanted to make a grand entrance. Plus I was busy. Remind me someday to tell you why," she said, and she had a smile in her eyes.

She circulated around the small get-together. Every once in a while she'd catch his eye, and again, where she'd normally look away, she'd keep it. Challenge him. 

It stood out because she challenged him in most ways. Except for this one. So for her to finally challenge him in this department might be something to reckon with. It almost made him nervous. Almost. Mostly, it made him smile.

Especially now that she was leaving. While he was upset, it made what happened tonight less crucial, or high stakes. Not that he would actually do anything with her, but his reserve was a little more down. She was smart to give him a few hours to drink before she got there – if her goal was to get him at the right moment, she had.

He was talking to someone when she moved behind him. It might have been a little crowded, but nowhere near as crowded as she made it out to be. She held onto his hips and pushed her body against his as she pressed behind him. No one else could see what she did, but his heart did pick up a little speed. He turned quickly to see who it was, but he knew.

As she moved away into the crowd, he caught her eye again.

"Excuse me," she said. Her eyes were lit with a fuse. It was sparkling, spitting fire. The only thing he didn't know was what the fuse was attached to – what would blow when it reached the end. Knowing her, it was probably an M80.

"Any time," he said. He smiled at her. He probably should not have been enjoying her attitude. But he couldn't help it. It was all in fun. Right?

It was about an hour or so later after she arrived when he realized he didn't see her anymore. He looked around a little bit, but he thought better of asking anyone if they had seen her. 

She had gotten dropped off, so he couldn't check for her car. He was puzzled. Then he thought about it for a few minutes. He got another drink. And then something made him go upstairs and check his room. Maybe it was that fuse.

He opened the door and she was there. Sitting on his bed. 

She was leaning back on her hands. Her legs were crossed and she was barefoot. 

"Hi," she said. Her smile was warm.

He closed the door behind him, and crossed his arms, leaning against it. He did not want to get too far into the room. Too far into the situation. Too far into trouble. But still, he couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi," he said.

"Took you long enough," she said.

"What if I didn't come up here till the party was over?" he said.

"I'd have waited," she said.

"What if I came up here with a girl?" he said.

"I thought of that, of course, Mr. Popularity. I would have said I had too much to drink and needed to lie down for a few minutes," she said. 

"Are you surprised to see me?" she said.

"No. I'm surprised you have clothes on, to be honest," he said.

"I can change that pretty quickly," she said, getting up from the bed.

"But I never know with you. I have never met a man like you," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he said. 

She stood in front of him now. 

"Well, I have never met a man who would turn down repeated offers for a no-strings-attached blow job. That man would probably be able to turn down a naked woman in his bed. And I've never met another man who would do either of those things," she said.

He wasn't sure how to take that. 

"Sorry I have self control and am not trying to take advantage. I guess that makes me a bad guy," he said.

"It doesn't make you a bad guy. I like a challenge. I'm just telling you why I am not naked already," she said. 

She pulled his arms from the crossed position to her hips. He didn't resist. She moved her mouth close to his. She didn't kiss him. Yet. But she noted he didn't pull away. With his back against the wall, he didn't have far to move.

"But I'll also tell you that I am going to make it difficult for you to say no this time," she said.

He smiled. We'll see about that, he thought. This was a game he won either way, so he did not mind playing it. 

"Oh yeah? How so?" he said.

She moved her mouth to his neck now. Then to his ear. 

"You'll see," she whispered.

She moved her mouth to his again, so close. He did want to kiss her. Her mouth was almost at his. He could have taken control right there. But he wanted to wait. He didn't want to let her off the hook that easy.

She brushed his mouth with hers. It was hard to not kiss him. But she saw he was responding. His hands tightened on her hips quickly. He leaned into her mouth slightly. She thought that he might not have even realized it. Both of them were breathing faster.

"You want to kiss me," she whispered.

"Maybe. But I'm not going to," he said. He was close to breaking, though. Close. He didn't want her to know that. 

But she did. She smiled. And pulled back. 

Her fingers went to the top button of her shirt. His eyes followed them.

"Are you looking? I'm surprised. A man with your strength of resolve would be able to keep his eyes on mine while I open this button," she said, as she opened it.

"You're right. Minor setback," he said, smiling at her. He kept his eyes on hers now. The world's most intense staring contest.

"Ok, make sure you don't look. I'm on button number two," she said.

Her shirt was halfway open. She wore a thin, pale-blue bra that was almost transparent. Not that he would know. Because he wasn't looking.

"You want to look," she said. 

He didn't say anything. Just looked into her eyes. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this for you? Show you everything. Have you look at me. I want your eyes on me," she said.

And he knew that. Knew it by the shirts she wore around him all the time, bending over. It was almost indecent sometimes. He did not complain.

Her shirt was fully open now. Her breasts were spilling out of the bra. She moved his hand to her side, to her naked skin, just below her bra. 

And he could feel her warmth. And feel the strap. And he looked then.

Her eyes closed knowing he was looking. She let the feeling wash over her. 

His other hand moved to her other side. He had wanted to see her. Had thought about it many times. This was not even enough.

He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and her knees were weak for a second.

She held onto his shoulders, still standing there while he looked at her. He moved his hands up to touch her. He traced his fingers over her bra. It was soft. He found her nipples through it and her eyes closed again. Her grip on his shoulders tightened.

"I'm not going to be able to stand up much longer if you do that," she whispered.

He put his finger to her mouth.

"Shhh," he said.

In a quick move he took her by the arms and switched places, so she was against the door, and he was in front of her. He pushed her against the door hard. She gasped.

"So, you were saying you were going to test my self control?" he said, as he traced the seam of her bra, the tip of his finger just underneath, until he got to the front snap holding it together. 

He toyed with it and she covered her eyes with the back of her hand. She couldn't breathe. 

"If someone was looking at the two of us right now, who do you think they'd say was the one about to lose control when I unsnap this – me? Or you?" he said.

She was trembling.

"You win," she whispered. She didn't know why she had bothered trying to play this game. It was one she always lost, one way or the other. This was a much better way to lose than usual, though.

"Not yet. I haven't even gotten started," he said.

He leaned in to kiss her then, his arms moving to pull her to him, and she felt faint. He could feel her weak and holding onto him. It was amazing to feel the effect he had on her. All this time he somewhat discounted much of what she said as flirtatiousness or an ego boost, but he could feel it now. She wasn't kidding.

His tongue found hers and he moved back toward the bed, pulling her along with his arms, kissing her softly, her mouth hungry for his, until they were both lying on the bed, face to face. He pulled away. She rested on her back, looking at the ceiling for a minute. He leaned on his hand, propped up on his elbow, looking down at her. He found her bra again, tracing her nipples through the soft fabric.

Her back arched slightly. Something about him touching her nipples sent her over the edge. They were extra sensitive anyway, but him doing it. It was intense. She was embarrassed with her reaction. And she knew it was going to get more intense when he reached again for the snap in the middle.

"Don't," she said.

He ignored her, and with a quick snap he had it open. She had been barely held in by the skimpy material of the bra anyway, so with the release of the snap, she was utterly naked on top.

He looked at her for a few minutes. He had thought about what she looked like. He kept his hand moving on her skin, but just below her breasts now, on her belly, making small circles with his fingers, teasing her. 

She knew he was looking at her, and it made the orgasm simmering so close to the edge start to bubble and boil. She had to hold on to it. She didn't want to admit how intense her reaction was. And he hadn't touched her yet.

He still looked at her. Her breasts were bigger than he thought. Her nipples were hard and dark pink. He was teasing himself as much as her holding back from touching her, and now he had to.

She opened her eyes to look at him as he slowly moved his hand up to hold her, cup her in his hand, and she felt warm and lusciously heavy, and he moved his fingers to her nipple, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, and rolled it gently.

Her back arched. Her fingers clawed the bed. She gasped. 

"You have to be quiet....there are a lot of people still outside..just outside the window," he said, smiling. 

She had forgotten. But it didn't matter. She wouldn't be able to be quiet anyway.

He worked her nipple with his fingers, until he reached his arm behind her back to pull her, pull it to his mouth. Oh God, she thought.

"No...," she said. She pushed him back.

He tried again and she pushed him back again, looking in his eyes.

"You can't," she whispered.

"Why?" he said, still working her nipples with his fingers.

"Because...," she blushed. It was cute.

"If you do that, I'm going to...," she said.

He stopped.

"Going to what?" he asked, smiling.

She covered her face with both hands.

"Ah...," he said.

"And the problem with that is?" he asked, resuming his teasing and tugging on her nipples.

"It's...it's too fast. Embarrassing. I'm not usually like this. It's just when it comes to you," she said, still covering her face. She felt the blush.

He smiled again. He stopped and pulled her hands from her face.

"Again, I'm not seeing a problem," he said.

"It's just ... I know you like a challenge. But I'm so close...so close. I'm right on the edge. I've been trying to hold on. But if you do that, I'm done," she said.

"Well if you don't believe me ...does this feel like I'm turned off by the idea you are so turned on you are about to come?" he said, and moved one of her hands to the front of his jeans. He felt hard against her hand and she inched closer to exploding. 

Her fingers found the button and worked to open it. He grabbed her hand.

"Not yet. After all that talk, I'm not stopping now," he said.

He took her face in his hand and looked in her eyes.

"I'll make a deal with you. Right now, I don't want you to hold back. Just let it go. I want you to give me all you've got. And then after that...after that. You make me work for it later. How does that sound?" he whispered. 

She couldn't breathe, but nodded. He kissed her mouth and moved it down to her neck. She closed her eyes tightly. Her fingers dug into his back. 

"But you have to be quiet...," he whispered into her neck.

His mouth was on her collarbone, and he licked it. She sighed. Her fingers dug tighter into his back.

He was so turned on by her response. He couldn't wait to get her all the way. He was losing control himself.

He wrapped his arm behind her back and pulled her to him, and he felt her back stiffen, waiting, waiting. 

He lifted her in his hand, and reached out to her nipple with his tongue, barely touching it, circling it. 

She felt his tongue, warm, wet, on her hard sensitive nipple, counted to three in her head, still holding back, and then she felt him pull her nipple into his hot, wet mouth, sucking it gently, working it with his tongue.

She ran her hands into his hair. She wrapped her leg around his hip, pulling them tightly together so she could feel him hard against her. They were body to body, everywhere.

"Oh...yeah...now...right now," she said and he felt his dick get harder. So hard. He felt her shudder. He felt her start to sigh and moan and put a hand over her mouth. He worked her nipple deeper into his mouth. He worked it harder with his tongue. 

And she came. She was so tightly against him he felt it shudder through her from her hips to her heart. And he didn't stop. He pulled her nipple out of his mouth and teased it with his tongue again and then worked it gently with his teeth and he again had to cover her mouth as she started to cry out. And she came again. 

He moved to the other nipple as she grinded her hips against him and sighed his name. He was not as gentle now, working it hard with his mouth, with his tongue, with his teeth and she was getting louder now, it was so hard to keep her quiet. But it didn't stop him.

What did stop him was a knock at the door.

"Hey, man, what are you doing? You've been gone a while?" one of his friends said.

He smiled at her. While he answered, he opened her jeans and pulled them off. She covered her eyes again.

"I'm not feeling great all of a sudden," he said, and she looked at him as he ran his hand up her thigh and put his finger to his lips for her to be quiet. 

His friend was still at the door, and tried it but it was locked. The sound of the knob turning made her heart jump.

"I locked it so no drunk assholes try to raid my room while I was laying down," he said, and his fingers ran up her thigh and to her panties, moving her legs open, and she arched her back, biting her lip hard. He smiled again. 

He moved his fingers to push her panties out of the way, and moving her legs open more, he teased her amazingly wet pussy. She grabbed a pillow to cover her face and swallow her scream but he pulled it away. He wanted to watch her face, watch her struggle with being quiet. Especially with what he was going to do next.

"I'll be back down in a little while," he said, as he slid two fingers deep inside her. 

Her voice creaked in her throat. Her hands went into her hair. Her back arched. She shuddered and shuddered. 

"Ok man," his friend said, and it sounded like he left.

She pushed him away.

"You're fucked up," she whispered.

"I'm just way more in control than you are. That's all," he said, smiling at her.

"Fuck that," she said. 

She'd wipe that smug look off his face. Right now.

She pulled him off the bed to stand next to it. She pulled his shirt over his head.

She kissed his mouth, slowly, teasing it with hers, moving her body close so her nipples were rubbing against his chest, and as she worked her tongue into his open mouth, she reached down to the button of his pants, opened it, and slid her hand inside to find his hard dick.

She held him, stroked him first, her tongue deeper into his mouth, pushing her breasts against his chest, her other hand in his hair, and then she did something she'd wanted to do for a long, long time.

She dropped to her knees. 

She looked at him while she opened his pants, pulled his dick free of them, hard in her hands. She looked at him while she stroked it, up and down.

"Do you know why I pulled you off the bed?" she whispered to him.

His hands were in her hair. 

"Because the first time you come in my mouth, I want it to be with me on my knees in front of you. That's where I belong. Right here," she said.

He closed his eyes and his hands tightened in her hair. She could see his control was starting to slip and she hadn't even touched him with her mouth yet.

She smiled.

She licked him first. Softly. That gentle touch caused his hands to tighten again. She was more turned on by his reaction than what she was doing. So far.

She teased the head of his dick with her tongue, making small circles She licked him like an ice cream cone, eagerly. Tasting him. Then she moved him into her mouth, her hand still stroking him, softly, slowly, easing him a little at a time into her hot mouth. 

It was so hot and wet. His knees got a little weak. He held onto her shoulders, trying not to show it was for support, but she knew.

And her tongue. It didn't stop. Her tongue was twirling over the head of his dick. Teasing it, making circles. As she slid it into her mouth, she ran her tongue agonizingly, slowly, back and forth along the bottom, working it, every inch that her mouth released, her hand held and stroked. There was no part of his dick unattended to for a second, and her fingers held and stroked his balls. His knees got weaker.

He could hear her sighing as she was sucking him, tasting him, swallowing him, and her tongue just didn't stop moving, teasing, her wet, hot tongue working his dick every place he wanted her to. 

Her hand got tighter and moved a little faster. Her mouth slid all the way down on him, her lips tighter and looser, her tongue moving faster, pulling him all the way to swirl around the head again and then all the way down again, until finally she held tightly to the base of his shaft, and finished him off with a good, hot unstoppable blow job.

He was unable to stand. He held onto her shoulders. Her mouth wouldn't stop. He wanted her to and he didn't, because he was losing control. Her hot mouth, swallowing him in and out. In and out. Getting faster, tongue working him harder, faster and faster she went. She dug her fingers into the backs of his thighs. His hands were buried in her hair, pulling it. Faster, he thought. Faster.

Then she stopped. She looked up at him. 

"Don't stop," he said.

"Are you losing control?" she said, smiling.

"Fuck yes. Just don't stop," he said.

And she knew. She worked his dick harder, faster, and she came while she did, he could see it in her face and hear her, and he was almost there, she could feel him trembling. She sucked on him, she turned her head side to side so her lips twirled around him, faster, faster, he thought, oh yeah. Now. 





Control



And with his hands in her hair, he moved too, fucking her mouth hard, knowing she wanted it, fucking it, her sucking him, licking him, swallowing him and then he came. He came hard. His knees buckled and she helped hold him up because she was not letting him out of her mouth until he was finished and she got every last drop, slowly licking him, kissing him, tasting him, until she let go and he collapsed on the bed behind him.

She crawled along the bed next to him.

"I like when you lose control," she said. 

He laughed. 

"Holy shit. Me too," he said.

He kissed her, softly. She was leaning over him much like he had earlier, on her elbow.

Which reminded him of something.

"Didn't we agree to something earlier?" he said.

Uh oh, she thought.

He moved over her and held her hands down on both sides over her head. 

"You were going to make me work for it this time. No 30 seconds. I want you to hold out as long as you can," he said, holding her eyes on his.

"But remember....quiet," he said.

She could still hear people talking and laughing outside in the dark, as he kissed her, moving his mouth down her neck, finding her nipple again with his tongue, teasing it, working it, then to the other, as she tried to breathe, tried to be quiet, but her nipples were even more sensitive now.

Her sighs got a little louder, and he moved his mouth up to her ear, and whispered.

"Remember, not till I say you can," he said.

Which only turned her on more, and made it harder for her. It was already building inside. 

He moved his mouth down her body again, and he felt her writhing under him, urging him on, further. He traced her hip with his tongue, focusing there for a minute, teasing her, lower now, to her thigh, to her inner thigh, opening her, his mouth moving down her thigh, and her sighs were getting louder.

He looked up at her and put his finger to his lips.

"I can't," she said.

"You can," he said, and he moved his mouth further down, opening her legs, and barely touched her pussy with his tongue.

She gasped out loud. 

He stopped. 

"Don't stop," she whispered.

He found a belt on the floor, and stretched it taut, brought it to her mouth.

"Bite this. Keep it there," he said.

So she did. 

With that, he moved between her legs again, and this time, he didn't hesitate, finding her clit with his tongue, he teased it and circled it, and her back arched, but with the belt between her teeth she was quieter. Her noises stayed in her throat.

He could sense she was fighting her orgasm, hard. He wanted to make it harder.

Still with his tongue working her clit, he opened her with his fingers, gently first, then deeper, he moved them inside her, deeper, moving them in and out as his tongue worked her clit.

She beat the bed with her fists, she tossed her head back and pulled her own hair, her back arching wildly, fighting it. 

Finally she dropped the belt, and moved, sitting up, pulling him up with her. 

"Stop, stop. I'm not going to be able hold out much longer," she said, finding his hard dick with her hands.

"I want this," she said.

They were both sitting up on the bed, he was kneeling between her legs.

He ran his hands into her hair and kissed her as her hands stroked his dick. 

He pulled way and looked in her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" he said, smiling. 

"Oh...yeah," she said, her eyes wild. 

"You want to fuck me..don't you?" she said.

And he did. He wanted it bad. 

He pushed her back on the bed. He pulled her by her hips roughly toward him, lifting her to him. 

Their eyes were locked. Locked tightly together. He moved his dick against her pussy, her legs opened wider involuntarily.

He felt her hot and wet, warm and open, soft, against his dick, and it took everything he had not to just push as hard as he could, as deeply as he could right away, but he hesitated. Just for a second, he rocked his hips gently, touching her but not penetrating her, like a hint of ocean waves.

He wanted to savor the moment that couldn't be replicated, the moment of heat, of tension, of anticipation, the look in her eye, he wanted to just live in it for a moment.

She whispered to him, smiling.

"Always with the fucking self control...," she said. She moved up to whisper, looking into his eyes...

"What do you say this time you let it go, just this once?" she said.

He stopped moving. He took her face in his hand. 

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he said, kissing her softly again.

"It's not what I want," she said, finding his tongue with hers.

"It's what I fucking need. It's what only you can give me. You've made me wait so long. So give it to me," she whispered.

He pushed her down on the bed again. Hard this time. Pulled her by her hips to him, and without a second of hesitation, he thrust himself all the way inside her, hard, deep, and fast.

Her mind went white with the heat and sensations running through her. She could not think straight. 

He held it for one second, leaned down and wrapping his hand in her hair, pulling it, he whispered into her mouth.

"And you can come now," he said.

And then he started to fuck her. No softness, not gently. 

Hard. Harder. And fast. So deep. Relentless. 

Over and over. 

And she was loud. He did try to quiet her. He didn't stop, despite her gasping and moaning, and everyone heard. 

Everyone heard her. And neither one of them cared.

He did not stop, pulling her tightly to him, holding her against him, pulling all the way out before thrusting all the way inside again, and she felt hot, tight and wet around him, getting wetter with her multiple orgasms that he could feel so deep inside her, her pussy tightening around him, her body shaking.

And he pulled out and turned her over onto her knees, and that was her favorite way to be fucked. 

He held onto her hips and again, slid all the way inside her, but this time, he went deep, but slow.

Slowly, he moved all the way inside her, as far as he could go, and she was silent, riding it, quietly breathing, softly sighing.

In, and out, so slowly, but building the speed, he could feel it building inside of him, pushing into her wet, hot pussy, feeling her react, her body trembling, and he was so hard, and she could feel it was building in him. 

She pulled away and pushed him down on the bed.

"I want to see your face," she said.

And she straddled him, and he could see her heat in her eyes, and her face flushed and her nipples hard as she moved over him, sliding down onto his dick, so deep, and she rode him. Rode him hard.

He moved up to hold her as she rocked on him, taking her nipple in his mouth again as she got faster, faster, until he could feel himself hard, harder, ready to come.

She felt it too, and when he did, she held tightly to him until he was done, and they both fell to the bed again, still wrapped together. 

There was a knock at the door, but both of them were too spent to care at that point.

"Uh....everything ok in there?" someone asked. 

"Yep. Got everything under control," he said looking into her eyes.

And she giggled.



Control



'You are crazy!' I said, coming out of the shower and putting on my nightshirt. 'I am not sleeping in one bed with you!' I heard him laugh in the other room while I brushed my teeth. 

'Why not?' he replied. 'Don't you trust me to keep my hands on my own body?' 

I spit out the toothpaste. 'Hell no, I don't trust you. You would come on to me after just two minutes!'

There was silence for a few seconds. I dried my face with the towel and walked out into the bedroom. Walking around the bed, I noticed that Mark obviously was not going to move. He was laying stretched out on his back on top of the sheets, fully dressed, on the right side of the bed. So I sat down on the left side and slid underneath the covers. 

'You are engaged, as far as I remember,' he said, turning his head so that he could look at me. I pulled the covers all the way up to my chin. 'Yes, and you don't like him. So I guess this wouldn't keep you.' I looked at him for a second, then turned around onto the side and turned off the light on the nightstand next to me. 'Now get off this bed and find a comfortable corner for you to sleep in.'

Indeed, he got up, and I was wondering why he gave in so easily when I heard him taking off his clothes behind me. 'I am not going to sleep on the floor, baby, no matter how much you want me to. I think you only feel uncomfortable because you are the one who is thinking about sex.' I turned around with a jerk. 'What?' I wouldn't even entertain such a thought for just a second.' But my eyes proved me a liar when I couldn't keep myself from looking at his bare chest and thighs. He was so gorgeous.

'Well, then you don't have anything to worry about.' he said and got underneath the covers right next to me. I shrugged my shoulders seemingly indifferent and turned around again to go to sleep, but actually I was close to a panic. This had never happened before. Never had we had a hotel room with only one bed. For over a year I had made sure that there was always enough distance between Mark and me. After all, this was a work-relationship and I had a fiancé, and somehow I could think of 100 reasons to stay as far away as I could from this man who seemed to attract women like he was the only guy in town. Yes, he was attractive, very attractive, to be exact. In fact, he was outright gorgeous. And what made it even harder was that he was funny, too.

I heard Mark move around behind me but even when his movements stopped and he obviously had gotten comfortable enough to go to sleep, I could not relax. Yes, I was engaged, yes, everybody thought I was with a great man and would be happy, and I did everything to keep up that impression, but my job created tension and arguments that gradually increased in intensity, and I was wondering what else would show up that I was not happy with. Actually, there was plenty already. He did not satisfy me in bed, for one thing.

'You know, of course, that I'd do it a lot better than he ever could.' Mark said behind me. Without thinking, I turned around and my right side touched his body. I laughed. 'Of course you think you are so great!'

'Let me show you!' he replied.

This was dangerous, more dangerous than it had ever been in over a year of working together. When I did not react, Mark continued talking while his leg changed positions and rubbed against my thigh. 'If he was good in bed and did it right then you would be late for work sometimes, or tired, or totally relaxed, but you are always on time, you always get enough sleep, and you are always tense. He just doesn't do it for you!' His thigh slowly moved up past the inside of my knee while he moved one hand to my shoulder, starting to slowly massage my tense muscles. Involuntarily, I sighed.

'I am sure he isn't even home enough to know what you need.' His fingers found a particularly tense spot. 'Ouch!' I protested, and he reacted by decreasing the pressure and pushing me up and over until I was laying on my side again with my back facing him. He was close behind me, so close that I could feel the warmth of his body on my back, and it made me sigh quietly. His leg was still resting between my thighs. I did not want this to happen. Or did I? I was aware of what was happening. He was right - I had not gotten a massage in ages, I enjoyed his touch... and... I had not been turned on like this in months.

I turned around, that is I tried to because Mark didn't allow me to move. 'Stay where you are and enjoy what I am doing. Ok? We can argue about it later.' And then he went back to massaging along my neck, my right shoulder, and also down my spine, and when his fingers moved back up, they pushed my nightshirt up along with them until the cotton was bulged up underneath my arms. 'Take this off!' he said, and I wondered if it was his kind of hoarse voice that just let me lift my arms for him to take off my shirt or if it was his fingers that had relaxed me so much. I did not seem to matter that I was not wearing anything now. The covers wer still there.

There was his hand again on my shoulder, working its magic, but instead of focusing on my neck and upper back, his fingers trailed off down my spine again, working on my lower back and ass. I lost track of time. I had closed my eyes and focused on this hand and massaging fingers that awakened my back and made me feel warm and good - and excited at the same time. I moaned softly. 'You like it?' he asked, and his voice was just a whisper. 'Hmmm...' I replied, not wanting to do anything to make him stop.

For a second his hand was gone to push the covers down to our feet. At first, I wanted to protest but then the cool air made my skin tingle while his hand returned to my back, and I closed my eyes again, letting him have what he wanted. I could feel the change in his movements. He leaned back to get a better view of my naked body stretched out before him, and he obviously enjoyed it because I could feel the tip of his cock against my right ass cheek. I knew he was about to pull away to not have me notice his hard-on, but it was too late, and when he saw that I did not move, he put his hand on my shoulder and ran it down my arm very slowly until his fingers touched mine and his body was pressed against my back. He remained like this a little while his cock grew even harder and moved firmly against my ass. Then he buried his face in my neck, and, moving my hair out of the way, kissed me very softly on shoulder and neck.

I did not know what to do. I was on fire. I could not think. Had I really thought I could withstand this man no matter what might happen? Had I really honestly believed that he was unable to be gentle and unable to excite me? This was so incredibly erotic and sensuous! I was lost, so lost, in fact, that I lost control of my actions although that had never happened before. Was this my body that moved closer against his, me who moaned when his hand traveled up my arm and around my shoulder, down my side and over my hips to my thighs? Was it me getting wet when his thigh began to move closer towards my pussy while his hand moved up my belly and enveloped my breast oh so gently? And then, when his thigh touched my pussy and moved against it again and again and he could feel how wet I was, he moaned, that moan coming from deep within, and it excited me tremendously. I moved my head back against him and his fingers drew a line around my chin and lips before they slid down my body, played with my pubic hair and then found my clit.

'Ohh,' I moaned, drowning in the sensation of his moving fingers and his thigh pressed against my pussy form underneath. My head tilted back, his mouth kissing my shoulder and neck, he only decreased the pressure of his thigh to allow his fingers to collect enough pussy juice from my slit to rub around my clit every so often. My breathing became ragged when he increased the pressure on my clit and his fingers moved faster against me. 'Cum for me baby!' he whispered into my ear. That was too much. I clasped my thighs around his hand, I moved my arm until my hand got a hold of his hip, and then I came and came and came, shudders running through my body, and I moaned uncontrollably.

'Beautiful! Beautiful, baby!' was the first thing I could comprehend, and then I felt his cock, rock-hard now, and I moved my arm until I could close my hand around it. 'Yeah, touch him, baby!' he moaned, and I moved my hand up and down the long big shaft. 'Oh god,' he said, moving his hips against me. 'Baby, I've been dreaming of this ever since I first laid eyes on you. Ohhh. I want to...' he stopped, putting his hand between my legs and lifting my right thigh. '... I have to be inside you!' He held my thigh up while I reached for his cock from around my thigh to pull him closer to my dripping slit. I was so hot and the thickness of his rock hard cock made me moan in pleasure before the head even reached the entrance of my cunt. 'Tell me that you want this , baby!' he demanded while the head of his cock got soaked with pussy juice and he slowly penetrated me. I gasped. 'Yes!' I said , beside myself form wanting him inside me so badly. 'Yes, I want it! I want you!' I moaned, and then he pushed further into me, burying his cock deep inside me.

"Ohhh, yes, baby. That's right! Move against me! Ahh, that's it!' He grabbed my hip and began to fuck me with long hard strokes that made both of us moan. 'Yes, baby, yes! Oh, you're so beautiful! Look at your hard nipples!' His hand found my tits and played with my nipples while he fucked me harder now, pumping into me with long strokes that pushed me to the top and over the edge. 'Yeah, baby, cum for me! Have another one on me!' I came furiously, trying to control myself, but it was in vain. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I buried my face in the pillow next to me, screaming . He continued to fuck me but he had slowed down, giving me time to recover. After my breathing had calmed down a little, he pulled out of me and turned me around until I was facing him. He held his cock in one hand. 'Here, baby. Taste yourself on me!' With my eyes wide open I moved closer, opening my mouth and licking around the head with my tongue. He moved my hair out of my face and then looked down on me, watching his cock disappearing in my mouth while I moaned when I tasted my own cum on him. 'Hmmm, you like it, don't you? You like to taste yourself? I looked up at him while I sucked his cock into my mouth, and our eyes locked for a minute before he pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved between my legs.

'I'm gonna eat you out, baby!' he announced and pulled me down until he sat on the floor beside the bed and my feet touched the floor to either side of him. His hands traveled up my legs and knees, and when they reached my inner thighs, he pushed them outward until my pussy was spread out before him and I could hear him holding his breath before he leaned over closer to my pussy and breathed out slowly so that I could feel the cool air against my moist skin. It made me tremble. Then I could feel his tongue moving slowly up my lips, one by one, before he pulled on each lip lightly with his lips. My hands desperately looked for something to hold on to when his tongue continued the exploration of my pussy. His tongue trailed lazily around the entrance of my slit, then moved upward and teased me by circling my clit but never quite touching it.

My fingers grabbed the sheet I was laying on, then hung onto a pillow before they finally moved down to his head, pulling at his hair. 'Don't tease me, please!' I begged but he only lifted his head and looked at my making a mess out of pillows and sheets and covers. 'You taste wonderful, baby! I am just taking my time enjoying this beautiful pussy!' He smiled an innocent smile and went back to looking at my pussy. 'But if you cannot wait any longer, then I am sure I can get you some relief.' With that, he lifted my legs until my knees almost touched my tits, and then he spread them further until my pussy was totally exposed to his view. 'Hold your legs like this,' he said. And then he went back to eating me out, only this time he spread my lips with his fingers and touched my clit with his tongue, becoming faster and increasing the pressure, sucking my little pearl deep into his mouth until I could feel myself going over the edge.

I grabbed the headboard of the bed and tried to get away from his touch but he held me right there, pushing two fingers into my wet cunt and began to finger fuck me just as my body started to go into convulsions. I screamed his name, tilted my head back and moved my chest upward, trying to escape his tongue while I didn't even notice that I had closed my thighs around his head so that he was unable to move. When my head and body finally fell back onto the bed, I gasped for air and instinctively reached out for Mark to pull him up on top of me. My legs were spread wide when his cock slid into my dripping pussy again, and I opened my eyes to look at his face above me when he started to move inside of me. His face was still moist and I smiled at him before I pulled his face down to lick my cum off his face. When my lips reached his mouth, he kissed me passionately, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. My fingers entangled in his hair, I pulled his head even closer, kissing him back with all the intensity I was capable of. When he lifted his head, we stared at each other, nobody letting go of the other one's eyes, and so he thrust into me, again and gain, until I could feel his body tense dramatically, and he opened his mouth, shouting my name, his eyes finally shut to drown in that overtaking orgasm. His body trembled, shivers ran down his spine ,and he moaned loudly. 

When he finally collapsed on top of me it was impossible to distinguish his heartbeat from mine. Whose arms or legs or whatever - it was unimportant. We just lay there, our hair damp, his back shiny from sweat, and I took in our scent before I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. I listened to our breathing become normal again, and then I fell asleep.

I didn't know what was happening. A minute ago I had been warm and sleepy and comfortable. But now it got cold and I started to shiver. 'Mark?' I said, turning around blindly, reaching for him without finding his warm body. 'Mark?' I said again, trying to reach for the covers but they weren't there. When I turned around the other way, I noticed my body aching. 'Where are you?' I asked, now almost completely awake. "I'm right here.' And I heard him shuffle around. 'Well come back here!' I said. 

'I am trying to clean up this mess and entangle the covers so that I can keep both of us warm at the same time,' he said, and I sat up to look around. He was right. The room was a total mess. The sheets were spread around the room, nothing was at its place. But the best thing was watching Mark walk around naked, with a semi hard on. I wrapped my arms around my legs and watched him pick up everything before he came over and lifted me over to the chair to sit on while he put the sheets in order on the bed. 'You have a gorgeous ass!' I said, and he turned around to look at me. 'And a gorgeous cock.' I continued watching his cock grow under my look while he came to carry me back to the bed. 'I can walk, you know.' I said but let him put me down on the bed and put the covers over me before he got into bed next to me and turned off the lights. 'How can you walk if I carry you?' he said, putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him until my head rested on his chest. 'Just let me lead for a change and simply enjoy what I can give you.'



Control



Can you imagine us in a large bathtub - the water is very warm - the water is scented with oils - smelling so good and feeling so soft - the only light is from several candles throughout the bathroom. Your body is up against mine - your back against my chest - my hands sliding over your arms - your shoulders - your wonderful breast - over your nipples - while kissing your neck - nibbling on your ears. I can just reach the top of your bush - I can’t reach further to get inside of you - but just enough to running the tips of my fingers through that curly hair that tops your sweet love nest.

I reach over to the side of the bath and get a black blind fold - that I pull over your eyes and tie behind your head -- now all you can do is feel - and smell the hot water and me siding behind you - hear my whispers in your ears my kisses on you skin - It makes everything more intense.

You sit up - and I get up from the bath - I take your hand and lead you out of the bathtub -- all you can do is trust me be cause you are sill blindfolded. You feel the rich texture of the cotton towel as I just pat you dry - your skin still has the oil on it and your skin is soooo smooth. I lead you out into the bedroom and lay you down on the bed. You feel the coolness of the air on your oil covered body - your nibbles are hard and begging to be sucked - but not yet - I don't say anything but I turn on the CD player - something soft and jazzy - you were alone on the bed while I was turning on the music - blindfolded and completely naked on the bed. 

Totally exposed to me - you call out my name - but I don't say anything - I just put my finger over your lips - hushing you - urging you to be quit I whisper so softly in your ear "one more word and I'll gag you" as I pull one of your hands over your head. You feel me slip something around your wrist the I grab for the other wrist and again I put something over that one too - both of your arms are over your head - and you try to pull them down - I gives a little but they are quite secure - I kiss your cheek then your neck - you turn your head to kiss me - but I go out of your reach.

For a second again you are alone - you wonder what is coming next - you know I am moving around the run - you can feel the air currents move across your skin. Suddenly I grab an ankle and side your foot into one of your high heels - then the other - I know how you like to wear them while we are making love. - - - - I crawl over you - not touching but you feel the bed move - I'm on my knees between your legs and my arms on either side of you -- I am bending down licking your skin - all you feel is the point of my tongue over your skin - your breathing is short - I can tell you are trembling. I work my way down - I kiss the insides of your legs - you want to tell me how much you want me to eat your pussy - but your afraid that I will stop if you say anything - so all you do is let a soft moan escape your lips - which urges me on more.

Now you feel my shoulders under your thighs - my tongue parting your lips then flicking over your clit - My hands reach up and squeeze your tits - then back down to your legs ---- one hand comes down under my mouth so that my fingers start dipping into your wetness - my finger - just one - then two going inside you - exploring you while my tongue is nudging and flicking over your clit - your clit is hard and loves all the attention that it's getting from me - I can feel your legs trembling now more - your breathing betrays you.

I know you are about to cum for me so I lick faster and move my fingers in deeper - I feel the inside of your pussy stretching to suck me in, then flooding me with your juices. But that's not it - I make you cum like this over and over again - I am holding down your legs - your moans have turned into screams of pleasure - - I undo your arms now and you pull off your blindfold - we kiss - I can see just a bit of a tear in your eyes as you are pulling me close and kissing me. I guide myself inside you now - reaching new depths in you - touching you deeply - my hands around you...



Control-Alt-Ecstasy



The room is furnished rather soberly. Apart from the oak vanity and an elegantly elaborated little ebony table –flanked by two matching chairs– the only piece of furniture is a huge canopy bed. The top of which is covered in an eggshell-white colored taffeta silk, being supported by four massive sculpted pillars spiraling upwards like giant snakes.

Two girls are lying on the bed –naked and in a delightful state of dreamy bliss– coddling and caressing each other in a languid, sensuous love play.

Two luscious bodies, intimately entwined.

Two pairs of lips, exchanging sweet warmth and juicy kisses.

Two hands on one body; caressing; teasing; provoking...

My hands. Slowly gliding over every curve, methodically exploring the soft landscape around them, to discover the most sensitive spots in every valley.

Tender spots that make her involuntarily react on my gentle touch. She sighs faintly, as my tongue retraces the path of my fingers.

Ellen is lying on her back, eyes half-closed. She unconditionally surrenders the unspoiled beauty of her body to the artist that transforms it into a dreamscape of sensual tension, encompassed by a haze of delight.

Until suddenly, I command her to get up on all fours.

For a second she blankly stares at me, then she slowly turns around and wriggles to sit up the way I requested. Ignoring the anticipating look in her eyes, I order her to keep looking straight ahead, while I reach for a latex surgical glove on the little table and put it on.

I slide my middle finger between my own nether lips and push it all the way in. The warm sticky moisture inside coats my finger with a slick sheen of love juice as I slowly pull it out again, briefly relishing the tingling sensation. 

In the meantime, I submit her sweet little ass to a close examination. My nose and tongue methodically scan every inch of silky skin around that little hole, making Ellen start writhing nervously.

I interrupt my quest on her round bottom to crawl over alongside her. I grasp a fistful of her hair, yank her head backwards and with a snarl, order her again to remain still.

Meanwhile, my pussy is rapidly getting wet. The feeling of control over this gorgeous body and the capitulation of the girl, offering herself to me in total submission, incite a bonfire of intense desire, deep inside me. I suddenly feel the need to own her completely. I want at least for once, be able to make her all mine.

My latex gloved middle finger drips with juices after I've penetrated myself once again. My thumb follows suit, making my hand slick and wet on both ends. I squeeze her ass cheeks with my hands, pull them slightly apart en lick her little rosebud asshole. A startled moan escapes her parted lips as I continue to stroke and lick her beautiful behind. But then I decide it's time for my next move.

Most people associate anal entry with unpleasant medical treatment of some sort and find it –besides utterly humiliating– a very uncomfortable or even painful experience. And I know that Ellen doesn't like anal contact very much, either. But I'm determined to do something about that.

Gently, my thumb pushes its way into her anus. I feel her sphincter contract in response to this intrusion of her most forbidden spot, while I push harder on that firmly closed diaphragm. Softly, I blow a breath of cool air over it and I see the muscles relax in response, just as I anticipated. It's an involuntary reaction that subsides almost instantly but I was expecting it and do not let this chance pass. Swiftly, I thrust my thumb harder against the edge until it gradually slides all the way in.

Another groan wells up from her throat, while I slide my middle finger in between her labia. I notice how she bravely tries to endure this treatment, not wanting to give in to the resentment that undoubtedly snakes through her mind right now. After all, she's not in a position to refuse any of this, is she?

So I'm thinking: 'Good girl, you'll get there', while my other hand is stroking her thigh encouragingly.

All the while, I continue the treatment of her lower side with my other hand. Taking both holes, my fingers move up and down, deeper and deeper into those soft little tunnels. I let my middle finger caress her clit, while my thumb gently claws the sensitive inside of her ass hole. 

No longer able to stay motionless, she starts squirming around against my hand but still, I keep her in check with only two of my fingers. She has every possibility and yet she can and will not escape my control. She surrenders to the overwhelming feeling of heated tension that radiates through her abdomen and I relish her pleasure.

Until suddenly, a finger invades my own anus. I squeal as it penetrates me and I realize that I'm going to get the same treatment that I'm giving. My excitement explodes like fireworks and I desperately try to keep my cool to continue playing Ellen. 

It's a fight I can't possibly win. After some futile attempts to stay in control, I surrender to the urgent desire that my own body dictates. I spread my knees a bit wider and I feel my thighs tense, while I struggle to keep my massaging hand moving on Ellen's butt and pussy.

But the pulsating rhythm that stimulates my own sensitive spots, is so utterly mesmerizing that my hand takes over its pace automatically. As if I'm being remotely controlled by a force outside my body, it obeys to the impulse of this unexpected intruder. 

I feel myself sliding off into a slight trance while my body reacts exactly as the Other dictates, with the same expertise He usually handles the keyboard of His computer, when working. 

He controls one girl through the other, using only one hand to take them on simultaneously, so it seems.

Together, we journey towards an apotheosis, a climax that grows out of an extraordinary experience for both of us. The scruples and doubts; the fear of the unknown; it all dissolves slowly and transforms into a cloud of ecstatic pleasure when we both orgasm. As the tidal wave of electric exhilaration slowly subsides, we collapse on the bed, letting the sensation fade into a fuzzy warmth of sensual well-being.

After a few minutes of hazy exhaustion, I slowly return to a certain state of awareness. I slide over next to Ellen and put my arm around her shoulder.

Curled-up snugly against each other, we drift off into the downy cocoon of heavenly afterglow, enjoying this totally new and utterly intense sensation...



... while from across the room –an amused smile lighting up His face– Master looks down on His two drowsy slave girls.



Control by Candlelight



“Fuck Me, slut.”

“No Master.”

“you’re gonna fuck Me now, slut.”

“No Master.”

“Slut, fuck Me now or you’ll regret it.”

“Gonna make me, Master?”

Slowly You unfold Yourself and stand above me.

Sprawled on my chair i look up at You and smile sweetly.

You kneel before me between my legs and squirming i look up at You. You whisper in my ear “I am going to use you so hard you’ll bleed.”

“Then we will bleed together.”

You slide Your hands up my cheeks and i run my hand through Your hair. Eyes meet steadily. Our breathing quickens.

“You want Me.”

“Yes Master.”

“You always want Me.”

“Yes Master.”

i take one of Your hands, our fingers interlace and we stretch out together, then the other hand too, faces almost touching still. Then You swing my arms round behind me, i cry out and arch back, feel Your teeth on my neck nipping, writhe but can’t escape, but then i sway forwards and caught off-balance You release me to steady Yourself as You topple backwards. Now i’m kneeling over You, a spiky heel against Your shin, metal against Your flesh, and i look down at You coolly before starting to apply the pressure.

“AAAAAAAARGH!” i’m flipped onto my back again; You’re kneeling on my chest. 

“Think that would hold Me? Think that would hurt Me?”

i shake my head no and slap Your face hard, receive two back harder and squirm beneath You, bucking to try to shake You off. You rise to Your feet, holding my wrists and drag me over to the table, tie my wrists round the bottom of the table legs. Astride me once more You rip my blouse open and look down at my bare breasts.

“You’re a fucking whore, You know that? Want it bad, I can see.”

The jeans and the boots are next to go, and then You’re tugging down my thong with Your teeth as i try to suppress a fit of the giggles. 

You disappear into the next room and when You return put something on top of the table, i can’t see what it is, but You have two clamps in Your hand. i gasp with pleasure as You attach them, then gasp with pain as You squeeze them once they’re attached. You loop their chain over a little hook fastened under the table; weights attached the other end keep them pulled tight.

You reach up to something on the table above me, again i can’t see what it is, until You rest three little night-lights in a row down my stomach and light them with a cigarette lighter. “Don’t move now.”

i have no intention of moving with them sitting on me.

Then You’re parting my legs and stroking me, so i’m purring with pleasure.

“OW!” A peg is held on my clit, You’re looking down at me. As You see the tears spring to my eyes You release it, then when i’ve relaxed You attached it again. This time i’m able to take it; though it hurts it makes me incredibly moist.

You stroke me softly, circling round my breasts, round the candles, i close my eyes and smile and just enjoy it. i feel the pain on my breasts, on my clit, and it just emphasises the pleasure of Your fingertips on my body. Now the fingers are stroking down down down, caressing my smooth inner thighs, and stroking back up again, teasing me until i’m moaning for You. You kneel between my legs, stroking my shins and my feet, until i’m turning my head so my hair brushes against my neck, wanting to arch my back but prevented by the gentle touch of the candles, so relaxed now.

Then You stop.

Ankle straps fastened tight. Spreader bar out of the corner. Legs kicked apart and cuffs fastened on, straining my leg muscles. Eyes wide looking up at You. Your lips curling slightly with the pleasure of Your power. My insides churning from the pleasure of Your power. But no pain yet, just a vibe being pulled out of its box, to my surprise. 

Kneeling next to me gently release the peg on my clit, although the blood rushing back hurts like crazy. Then You tease me with the vibe, so i’m licking my lips again and imagining it deep inside me, when suddenly it is deep inside me, taking me by surprise so i cry out, but then murmuring with pleasure.

But You’re not done yet.

“Legs up.”

i bend my knees.

“Straight up! 90º bitch!”

Smoothly raising them straight up now, careful of the candles. 

You tug me up further so my ass is slightly off the ground. i watch You loop the chain from the nipple clamps round the spreader bar and tie it in a knot, so however i move i’ll be pulling myself, causing myself pain without You even having to touch me.

You move the candles higher up my chest, so i can feel the heat from one of the flames between my breasts. Now You’re close to me between my legs, but curled up like this i can’t see what You’re doing. i don’t have to wait long to find out; i hear the sound of a zip, then feel Your finger moistening my ring with my own juices, tickling the rim, making me moan again before You slide Your cock deep in me, hard and firm and feeling so big i fear i’ll rip in two.

“Told you I’d make you bleed, you whore, better get you stretched for next time, don’t you think?”

Your strokes are fast, using me for Your own ends, with the urgency of possession, of conquest, i feel Your fingers squeezing my thighs tight, but have to keep as still as i can and take it, the pain of my nipples being tugged almost as hard as the pain of Your cock in my tight asshole.

i cry out and cry out, but my pain arouses You further and Your speed increases, the friction too, while my weights pull my chest up and the vibe feels so horny inside of me that i know i can’t take this much longer without cumming.

The expression in Your eyes changes, and soon we’re bracing ourselves against each other while You shoot deep inside of me. You shudder and withdraw, sitting back on Your heels. With Your head on one side You look at me and laugh.

“Slut, You’re on fire. Better put You out, huh?”

Hand in Your jeans again, and You’re splashing down on the candles, putting them out with a sizzle, i gasp and turn away, but You just move so You’re splashing my face too, i know what You want and i lick my lips as Your piss runs down my face.

Squatting next to me You unclamp my nipples, and i let out a shuddering gasp as the blood returns to them and i’m able to pull the free chain through as i lower my legs.

“Thank You Master, thank You.”

“Did I say you could do that?”

“No Master, sorry.” i raise them again, with difficulty.

“Lower your legs.”

i lower them again.

“Up.”

They’re up.

“Down.”

Oooo, i think, but do it.

“Goodnight, slut.”

“Master?”

“I’m off to bed. Don’t go anywhere, eh?”

With disbelief i watch You walk out the door.



Control by Submission



The warm water of the shower felt comforting on her as it ran down her face and body. She smiled thinking of the contrast of the water to the cold hard shower floor on which she knelt. He had put her in this position after they had cleaned each other. Until, he asked her the question that placed her in her current position. She was placed in her display position because of this conversation.

"Are you finished washing me?" he asked.

"Yes, you are clean enough to eat off of now." She said, knowing it was going to make him test her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Gently kissing her, he caressed her back and globes of her ass, slipping a finger between her cheeks until he touched her bung. She gasped, and when she did, he bit her lip. Not hard, enough to draw blood but hard enough to cause her to flinch away. His teeth didn't let go and her lip stretched out. Water flooded into her mouth making her choke and want to cough, but she held back not wanting to spit in his face. He let her go, she immediately pressed herself against him. 

Smiling into her eyes he asked again, "Are you sure?"

"Yes"

As he guided her down his chest, past his nipples, belly until she was eye level with his swollen member.

"Yes" she said gazing up at him with his cock blurring her vision.

"Good, now you can prove it."

"I would be happy to." She said as she licked the base of his cock.

"No, not that... hold you ankles," he turned around, putting her face in his ass crack, "this... lick my asshole."

Her clit suddenly felt like it was on fire her juices flooded her. She loved anal play it made her feel so slutty and made incredibly hot and he knew it. She told him time and again how much she liked the brassy taste and the though of doing an act so forbidden, but only for him. And now, he was 'forcing' her to lick his ass to prove to him that she completed the task she was given properly. She wanted to finger herself until she came but she knew better. 

She had learned that much in their time together, which was exactly what she wanted. To be his and his alone, others had used her body but only he had used her mind. She loved the treatment and had devoted years to him to get him to treat her the way she desired. She thought back to the night they first met.

His moans were the background to her thoughts. Her tongue darted and danced around his brown hole, outside, around the edge, the center and sometimes even brushing it with her nose or teeth. He had push against her so much that he forced the back of her head against the wall of the shower and his balls rubbed against her chin and neck. She could feel he was excited almost about to cum, and it made her smile. She was really pleasing him.

He pulled away from her and the water cascaded down his back into her face, shocking her out of her trance. He turned to face her and his swollen dick crossed her eyes, she could tell it was throbbing and knew there was precum on it, if the shower hadn't washed it away. She reached up to touch it and knew she had messed up in an instant. 

"No" he said firmly, "I said hold your ankles." 

He grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back, staring down into her eyes and beyond he asked, "What are you?"

"Your slut..." she mumbled trying to look away from his piercing gaze.

"I asked you. What are you?"

"YOUR SLUT" she said it clearly and firmly this time.

"And what do sluts do?"

"Only what they are told. I am here to be used by YOU."

"Good, you do know. Don't forget." He punctuated his last admonishment by slapping her across the face with his dick. Then he let it lay against her lips, he was testing her. Whether it was a moment or an hour she couldn't tell but it felt like an eternity waiting for what she wanted.

Then it happened just the way she craved it. He pushed her chin down opening her mouth and his cock fell into her longing mouth. She could taste the precum. It was then she realized he hadn't let go of her hair. She quickly relaxed her throat and jaw, but not before, he crammed his dick all the way to the back of her mouth, past her tongue, to her throat. She gagged, but at least she didn't vomit, she swore never to do that again.

The head of his dick was at the soft opening of her throat; her lips were stretched around the base as his balls swung against her chin. She squeezed the muscles of her throat around his head trying to pull it deeper. Her cunt was on fire, begging for any type of attention it might get. He pushed her farther down him, forcing her nose into contact with his belly. The salvia in her mouth had no where to go and was building up, she pushed down harder on him just to get an excuse to open her mouth and let some run down her chin for relief. Then it started his head started pulsing and his hip started gyrating. He was going to cum soon, very soon. 

He dropped one hand down to touch the side of her tit and began to draw circles with his fingers. Almost immediately, her pussy started to gush and she to moan, neither one of them knew why nor how he could make her cum by touching her there but he had done it since the beginning. The he became more excited with the sounds of her pleasure. His fingers found her nipple, hard and swollen, and he began to squeeze it between his thumb and knuckle. It hurt so damn good. He squeezed harder still, she felt the pain transition from pain to pleasure. The pleasure of his touch, him using her, and making her feel. She started to cum again.

"Look at ME" he demanded. She forced her eyes up to do as he instructed as he jammed his cock in and out of her mouth harder and harder, her eyes welled up as he kept using her. She felt the hard tiles of the shower wall press against the back of her head as he drove his cock deepr into her. Then his cum launched out into her throat and mouth, he shuddered and gasped as orgasm wracked his body.

She knew then, on her knees, nipple aching, jaw stretched to it limits, eyes lifted up to look on him, why, why she love to be His Slut. It gave her control. Control when he was most vulnerable. She had gained control by her submission.



Control Ch. 01



It actually happened a few years ago, but looking back it doesn’t seem that long. My then girl friend and I were working for a relatively small fund raising company in the Chicago suburbs. I was twenty-two and she was twenty, we had been together for a couple of years and were very happy together, we planned on one day getting married, but at that time we were just living together, and as most young couples, having a hard time making ends meet .    

Her name is Emily and mine is jack, she is 5’ 7” tall long golden blond hair, hazel eyes she has fair skin and perfect perky b cup tits a fantastic body. I am 6’ tall dark hair green eyes and have a slim build. Emily worked directly for the owner of the company Steve and his personal secretary Rita and art who took care of their computer system and various other things, she worked as their assistant mainly filing, and helping with paper work, or any thing else that they didn’t want to do. I was involved in operations in the warehouse, keeping stock and incoming and outgoing shipments. We had only been working for this company for a few weeks when things started to happen, I noticed that Steve was spending more time with Emily working in his personal office and less time working in the main office area with Rita. I asked Emily if there was anything that I should know about, but she just said no, nothing that she couldn’t handle her self. Emily is very attractive so it was not unusual for guys to make passes at her, but if she said she could handle it there was no reason to worry. 

Steve is in his early forty’s, he is a good looking guy with light brown hair, blue eyes and a mustache he is 6’3” and has a muscular build he also has a very forceful and sometimes demanding personality. Rita his secretary, who I considered to be a pushy bitch, is some where in her mid too late thirty’s, she is about 5’8”redish brown hair pale blue eyes and a very hard body. She never wore pants, just skirts, usually tight ones and always high heels she was not beautiful but very sexy, and from what I could tell there was most likely something going on between she and Steve. 

Then there’s art, he is also in his mid forty's he’s about 6’ tall dark hair that is just starting to thin and he is over weight, not hugely fat but definitely over weight,. He was also a demanding ass, but he was completely trusted by Steve.

One day Emily and I were planning to have lunch together, but when our break time came and Emily did not come to meet me in the warehouse I went up to the main office to find her, no one was around so I walked down the hall to see if they were in Steve’s office, as I got closer I could her loud voices and the door was shut, I couldn’t make out what was being said, but the voices seemed to have an angry tone. I wanted to stay and listen but I was afraid of being caught eavesdropping, so I decided to wait out in the main office. About fifteen minutes later I heard the door open and Emily came down the hall, she was noticeably upset, and looked as if she had been crying, she looked at me and said lets go, she never stopped just went strait out the door, I didn’t ask any questions then I just followed. The ride to the fast food restaurant was totally silent, she didn’t offer any information and I didn’t ask,... yet! Once we had gotten our food and were half way thru with lunch I finally asked.

What happened back there? She just stared at me.

I asked again. What the hell happened back there? Her eyes welled up with tears.

I can’t talk about it! She said.

Talk about what? What happened? Tell me!

They made me promise! She said.

Who did?... What promise?... tell me right now! I demanded.    

At that point it all came spilling out, she couldn’t hold back any longer, she told me that Steve and Rita had confronted her in Steve’s office, they told her that bag that was used for bank deposits that contained $10,000 was missing, and they were sure that I had taken it. She told them that she knew I was not that kind of person and I would never steal anything. They told her they had proof and that I would definitely be going to jail, but there was a way that she could help me if she was willing. They told her that she would have to become their servant, their slave,...their sex slave to be exact. They expected complete obedience, and they demanded an answer right then, yes or no!

Emily cracked under the pressure, she agreed. Confused and still not knowing exactly what she had just gotten her self into, Emily stood there in a daze, wondering to herself if this was really the right thing to do to help me out of this bind. When suddenly Rita ordered her to take off her clothes, Emily did, but it was all happening so fast it was like a strange dream, and soon she was standing completely naked in the middle of Steve’s office on display for both Rita and Steve, she could feel her nipples hardening and her breathing became heavy, her skin was tingling, she was scared and humiliated, when she noticed Steve, he had a look of complete lust on his face. Emily stood there almost in disbelief that this was actually happening, she felt the room start to spin and was sure that she was going to pass out, when she heard Rita's voice commanding her to get on her knees and crawl over to Steve. Emily did, and as she crawled toward him Steve unzipped his pants and pulled his very thick, very hard cock. Emily knew what was going to happen next,... “suck it” Rita said! Her fears being realized, Emily hesitated for a moment, and instantly Rita's hand came down hard on Emily's ass, but before the pain could even arrive Steve reached down and grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head and said ”you were told to suck it, bitch!... now you’ll be punished for your hesitation”. He then forced her over his knee so her ass was up and exposed, he quickly slid his left hand under her between her legs and roughly rubbed it against her clit, and with his other hand he twisted her right arm behind her back.

Emily was surprised at the swiftness that all of this happened, she was also surprised at the sensation Steve’s finger on her clit was creating, until now she hadn’t noticed how hard and swollen her clit had become, she was over come with mixed feelings, how could this awful and humiliating experience be turning her on, what kind of a slut must she be? She didn’t have long to ponder that question, because without warning she heard a loud smack!... and felt a bolt of sharp pain shoot from her ass straight up her back and into her head, so strong that she thought the top of her head would explode, but before she even had time to deal with the pain, Rita brought two more smacks down on her ass. 

As Emily's mind was spinning in circles from the burning sensation on her ass, Steve shoved her off of his lap and again grabbed her by the hair, looked her straight in the eye as tears streamed down her face and said “now lets try this again,... suck it”. This time there was no hesitation Emily opened her mouth and let Steve’s hard cock slide past her lips that were already wet from her tears. 

Emily began to rhythmically pump her head up and down on Steve’s cock, making long slow strokes and letting his cock slide in her mouth as deep as she could take it. When a new sensation came over her, Rita had come up from behind her and was very slowly rubbing Emily's clit, Rita then pulled both of Emily's arms behind her back and held them there with her free hand, Emily was now totally in their control and within a few seconds Emily was completely consumed with the warm waves of pleasure that Rita was sending though her body.

She began to pick up the pace, sucking Steve’s cock faster, she could feel it get even harder and start to twitch, she knew that he was going to cum soon but she could also feel her own orgasm building. The feeling of being on her knees naked and almost immobilized, having her pussy rubbed while being forced to suck her bosses cock was pushing her over the edge. But just then she heard Steve moan and he yanked her head back holding the tip of his cock on the edge of her mouth and her face pointed to the ceiling, it was then that she felt the first splash of his hot cum shoot into her open mouth and then another and another, it was like a river of cum was pouring into her mouth, the sensation was too much and pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm, her nipples got hard as pebbles and her hips bucked wildly the room seemed to go black for a moment, all she could feel was cum filling her mouth and her throbbing pussy sending electric jolts through her body. She said she had one long orgasm for what must have been three minutes straight.

When she was done Steve made her swallow the whole load, and she collapsed on the floor, she heard Steve say now get dressed and get the fuck out of here you little slut. Before she could stand up she felt a hand in her hair again and it was pulling her very hard up to her feet, she was then thrown up against the wall and Rita stared directly in her eyes and said “listen here my little bitch, you are ours now you will do exactly what we say to do exactly when we tell you to do it, no matter what, no questions asked ever! Do you understand?” 

Emily answered... yes.

yes mistress! Snapped Rita.

yes mistress! Emily quietly said.

I found it hard to believe, the whole thing seemed so unreal. As Emily finished telling the story, she looked at me and said please don’t hate me I was just trying to help you. I was stunned, I felt mad that she had done this, and wanted to choke those two bastards that had done this to her, but the whole time that she was telling me the story I was getting more and more turned on, and now my cock was so hard it was ready to burst, it was dripping so much that it actually made a wet spot on my pants.



I had to admit that domination and control always turned me on, any time I had ever heard about women or men being dominated by some one else and made to do things that they normally wouldn’t do it would always drive me crazy, but this was real, and it was extreme ... and oh fuck, I think I like it! 

I’m sitting there looking at her with tears in her eyes, after the ordeal that she had just been through, and I’ve got a rock hard cock, and all I can think is ...I wonder if she will suck my cock in the parking lot before we go back to work. I must be one sick Motherfucker, but I can’t help it.

Emily looked at me again and said,

Do you hate me?... I was just trying to help.

I don’t hate you!

She said I knew you wouldn’t do something like that.... Would you?

Don’t be silly of coarse I didn’t do it! I don’t steal!

Don’t worry I understand what you were trying to do, and its o.k.

Let’s go back to work and maybe we can figure this whole thing out.

So with that we headed back to work. I never told her how turned I was over the whole thing. At least at that time. We decide that we would confront Steve and Rita and make them prove that I had something to do with the missing money, which we knew would be impossible, because I really did have nothing to do with it. When we arrived back at the office Steve and Rita were no where to be found no one knew if they were gone for the day or if they would be back. So Emily and I decided to go about our usual work as if nothing had happened and talk to them whenever they did return.

I had to check on some inventory in the stock room, this was a gated room at the very back of the warehouse where the more valuable things were kept. 

I never minded working in there because it was always quiet, I controlled the key to that room so I was usually the only one that would go in there unless I needed help with something. In fact today was even better because it was toward the end of the month and the other employees that were normally in the warehouse were sent home early, so today was extra quiet, and boy did I need that today. 

So I’m in there checking inventory enjoying the quiet and my mind started to wander back to the story that Emily had told be at lunch, I was still very horny, so I thought since I’m out here alone it probably wouldn’t hurt to get a little relief, so I unzipped my pants and got out my cock so I could jerk off while I recalled Emily's earlier experience, I also took my shirt off so I wouldn’t get any cum on it. My cock was already stiff as a board and as I started rubbing it I knew that it wouldn’t take very long. I was picturing Emily with Steve’s cock in her mouth and Rita’s fingers in her pussy, and Emily actually getting off on it, and I was going to get off on the whole thing myself. But just then I heard the sound of the gate opening, quickly I fumbled to put my cock away when I heard some one laugh, I looked up to see art right in front of me, laughing with a shitty grin on his face, and I’m there,. kneeling on the ground with my shirt off, my pants unzipped and my hard cock sticking up out of the top of my underwear. It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to my in my entire life! And art just stood there shaking his head and laughing.

My face must have been beat red, I wasn’t sure just what to do at that moment, I started to stand, but art said loudly “freeze... just where the fuck do you think you’re going”, it startled me and I sat back down on my knees.

I started to say “well I was just going to”.... but art sharply cut me off!

You’re not going to do any thing,... you’ll sit there until I tell you I’m finished with you!

What?.... was the only thing I could get out the whole thing had caught me off guard, and now every thing that art was saying and doing seamed to be keeping me off balance.

Look at you!... art said. You’re back here alone with your shirt off and your pants open and your dick sticking out . What are you doing?... You’re jerking off aren’t you?...

Well are you?

Well I ,...I guess I ... I was just...

Shut the fuck up! art snapped again..... First you steal money from the office then you’re back here jerking off!

But I didn’t steal anything! I said

Says you! art barked. They have evidence proving that you did .

But they cant!... I mean I didn’t!...

Well weather you did or didn’t or even if someone else did and made it look like you did, it doesn’t matter now!....... he said as he walked closer to me , and as he did he knocked a box full of index cards off of a shelf.

What do you mean someone else?.... do you know something? ....

I know plenty! he said. I know you’re in deep shit , and I know I have all the information so I’m in control here! So why don’t you just crawl over here and pick up all those cards I just knocked over..... DO IT NOW!!!

You want me to do what?.... What the fuck?....but before I could finish my statement he cut me off again.

Shut the fuck up and listen to me!... They think you stole $10,000,and now I catch you jerking off in the stock room? How do you think that’s going to go over?

Well I just....... I just thought...............................again he cut me off!

Well nothing!... It sounds like you didn’t think at all!!.... Hey how about this?..... How about I go get Steve.....or ... better yet Rita, and you can explain to her just what you were doing back here!........ yeah ... that’s a good idea I’ll do that!

NO wait!.... Please don’t... I said.

Well there you go that’s getting better.....Please... But not good enough ... I’m going anyway.

NO wait!... What do you want?

I TOLD YOU WHAT I WANT!! I WANT YOU TO FUCKING CRAWL!!! NOW DO IT!!

I had no choice! If I didn’t do what this bastard wanted he was really going to make a bad situation worse for me.

So I did just that, I crawled the three feet or so in front of me and started picking the hundred or so cards on the ground, as I did,... what art was saying was starting to make sense, I was beginning to believe that the had set me up, but before I had all the pieces of the puzzle put together art started talking again.

SO....... you get your self in trouble and you let your little girl friend pay your debt for you.

That’s not true!....... I didn't ask her... any way how did you....

Art cut me off.

Oh I know!.... I know all about it!.... I know just how she paid ,... and I know just how they taught her to love paying, and if I know Steve and Rita , Emily will be paying for a very long time, in ways that you cant even imagine, and they will teach her to love every second of it!

I wanted to say “Fuck You” but I didn’t think I was in the position to do that, so I just kept listening and picking up the cards.

Did she tell you?..... he asked. Did she tell you how she sucked his cock? Did she tell you how she came? Did she tell you that she was cuming even before Rita laid a finger on her?

What?.... I said 

That’s right they had your little bitch cuming like a whore, before they even touched her pussy!

I bet she didn’t tell you that!.... he laughed at me again. Did she tell you that she didn’t want to stop sucking Steve’s cock?... even after he had cum. Did she tell you that she begged to be fucked, but they wouldn’t give her that satisfaction?... Yeah!... I bet she didn’t say any thing about that? 

At this point I didn’t know what to say.

So here I am crawling around the floor half undressed with my pants un done picking up these cards, while this guy tells me how my girl friend begged to get fucked by some one else, and not ten minutes ago he just walked in on me jerking off, How totally humiliating and degrading. 

But still just hearing about what went on this morning between Emily and Steve and Rita made my cock so hard, even when hearing it from this bastard in such a degrading way. Then he spoke again.

I know!.... Yes I do ... I know just what you were doing out here,... you were out here jerking off, thinking about how you’re little girlie sucked cock this morning weren’t you?...Yes you were!... Admit it! He said confidently.

I didn’t respond.

Look at me when I ask you a question!!!... He said harshly. 

I turned to face him and he laughed and said,

I knew it and there’s the proof! ...look at you!... I walk in on you jerking off,... Humiliate you,... Make you clean the floor,... Tell you how your girl friend is going to be some one else’s whore, and you cock never got soft,... it has been hard the whole time!.... huh .... what do you think of that!

And until then, I really hadn’t thought of that, I mean I have always known that I was turned on by the thought of being dominated, but never by another man never like this! But here I am being completely humiliated by this guy and I’m totally turned on. That’s when his voice brought me back to reality.

Well... go ahead!! 

I just stared , not understanding what he meant.

DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN! He raised his voice. 

You wanted to come out here and jerk off thinking about your girl,.......go ahead, NOW... DO IT!!!

What?.. I said......I couldn’t believe I just heard him say that.

When I didn’t move, Art got very angry and almost started to shout.

All right maybe you need some help, STAND UP! ... 

I SAID STAND UP,...... AND TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF!!..... DO IT NOW! OR I’LL COME DO IT FOR YOU!!

I did what he said I stood and took off my shoes , socks and pants, my cock was sticking straight out, it was so hard it was throbbing, I was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. 

He said, “Get down on your knees again” as I did what he told me it was becoming easier to follow his directions. 

Now,.. rub your cock, nice and slow, and think of how your little girlie is going to be Steve’s slut.......Why I’ll bet her little pussy’s wet right now just thinking about when he’s going to fuck her.

My cock was throbbing and the room was spinning, with the thought of Emily being fucked running through my mind, I was just about ready to cum when.......... He yelled STOP!... 




Control Ch. 01



[Note to readers: this is unlike my other stories at this site. It is a love story, but it includes evil and cruelty -- Romeo and Juliet meet Stephen King. I will submit all five chapters within a single week]

Chapter One of Five: "The Show"

"Exhale and suck in that gut so I can tighten this properly." Even his voice is beautiful.

"I'm trying, darling. Please. I can't breathe." Her voice is beautiful too, soft and high, but there is no force behind her words. 

Somewhere in a basement the images and sounds become digitized, sweep through banks of servers, and are accessed by thousands of viewers somewhere else in the world, in homes and apartments, in offices, in labs, in dorm rooms. They are mainly in North America, but viewers in Europe, primarily in England and Germany, stay up late or rise early to see it happen live. 

Internet billing records show hundreds of subscribers in South Africa, South America, and Australia, and many hundreds more in Asia, mostly in Japan. There are enough that he has renegotiated his bandwidth contract, and now he has his own mirror site. A letter on the desk in the corner announces in formal terms that volume could double before new bandwidth problems would develop.

So, even though his equipment isn't really adequate, viewers see her clearly enough, and hear the conversation, see her expression, and understand her desperate tone, even over the music he's chosen: "Sympathy for the Devil." How appropriate. 

On the monitor the viewers watching the scene from Camera Five see a blur as he strides past the camera, around in front of her, and gets up right to her face. Camera One catches both their faces nicely. The picture snags for a second, and rectangular sections of the screen become blurry and still. Sometimes this happens to an important section of the screen, such as over the part of her he is hurting, but he's never gotten a complaint about that from a viewer.

"You're not trying, you bitch." He doesn't spit out the word "bitch." It comes out smoothly, sounding almost affectionate. 

"Please. I'm trying. I'm sorry. I'll try harder." Her voice is hardly a whisper and hard to make out now. She hasn't any air. As he looks at her closely, her face gets small and tense, and her voice becomes even tinier, and tight, and squeaking, the voice viewers love according to the emails.

He slaps her. One side, then the other. Then both again. Her only response is to wince and cry one weak little whimpering gasp with each slap. Last week she dodged one and he told viewers there would be a special, private punishment later, one that he might provide as a video. 

"I know you will, you sweet bitch. Now what do you say?"

Weak, whispery sentences, with quick little breaths every three or four words. "Thank you darling. I know I need. Your help. For this. I love you so. Much."

He walks away again. On some screens everything freezes for a second. The computer in the corner is visible on Camera Three. On it a viewer might barely make out text that announces a steady arrival of emails. A few times he's read some out loud. They are full of suggestions for what the writers want to see him do to her. 

She sways a little from her ropes, and her scrawny arms, almost stick-like now, are bent slightly at the elbows because he let her put her feet on the floor. He says into his mike, "She needs to be elevated. I'm going to pull her off the floor and stretch her between her wrists and ankles. That'll make it easier to tighten the corset. It's hard to tighten now because she's almost out of body fat."

Viewers can tell there isn't much more lung capacity to squeeze out either. It's obvious. Last week he read them an email from a viewer who asked if he would suffocate her live on the Internet. He could always get a new wife, it said. "Suffocate her live." He read the oxymoron out loud and laughed his rich laugh. He told the audience they were having great fun and making lots of money. "Besides," he smirked, "there might be an investigation." His dancing penis told everyone he was certainly having fun. 

Viewers can choose among five camera angles by clicking appropriate buttons, or they can view miniatures of all five at once. Pity those who have only 56K modems. It might seem a one-man operation, but it's sophisticated. The Number Two camera is focused on the jack handle he cranks to work the mechanism, Number Three is on the pulley itself, and Number Four shows his erection, which soars out of his leather suit. 

Number Five displays all of her, his wasting little wife, wan and emaciated, made up beautifully and carefully lit with red and blue stage lights so the audience can't tell how pasty she's really become. She shows up well against all the shadows the lights throw. The coal black corset makes her waist impossibly tiny and pushes her little breasts out so they look larger than they really are. On her gaunt torso they look big.

He works the winch and the viewers watch her stretch. First her arms straighten out. Then she lifts up a fraction, then another fraction. Another. Again the image freezes. Then they see her shoulders begin to give, her arms stretch up from her pits, and those watching the image on Camera One can see her muscles and tendons and ligaments press against the surface of her skin all the way up toward her elbows and down toward her ribs and breasts. 

She makes a tiny whining sound the viewers can barely hear, but then her panting becomes faster and, if possible, shallower. Little pants that bring in all the air she'll be able to get. Every once in a while a pant comes as a whimper. She seems passive, not fighting the machine. He cranks it one more time. Her panting is as fast as that of a dog. 

"Suck in your gut." 

He takes the lowest strap again. The viewers can see his effort and hear her make another little whining sound among her pants. It won't give, but then it does. One more notch. The straps have notches every quarter inch. He showed the whole thing in a close-up the week before he began the project. He pulls the strap at her middle. As tiny as her waist has become, it still seems easier to pull this one than the first one, probably because there isn't a hip bone to interfere.

"Fifteen and three-quarter inches," he says. "I told you I could get you below sixteen, you sweet slut, but you didn't believe me." She doesn't answer. Would she ever disagree with him about anything? And does she even hear him? She's stretched her neck out and tilted it back a little, probably to help herself breathe. She doesn't seem to be paying much attention. The Number One camera shows that her eyes are barely open and she doesn't appear to be looking at anything in particular.

Viewers can click an icon and get a pop-up explanation of how the corset works. It claims that the waist strap doesn't affect her breathing very much. It mainly hurts her digestion. She will have cramps and be almost unable to eliminate. Everything will be crushed down against her bladder, so she will be able to hold only a tiny amount of urine. It says he will make a video showing him using this fact in her discipline. 

He talks into his mike again, "This will keep you from being so hungry all the time, you cow. It'll be easier to follow your diet."

Now the lower part of her rib cage. Pull. Pull.

"Exhale, bitch."

She tries to obey and he cinches it the quarter inch. On to the next one, number four of five. Again he tells her to exhale and again he manages the quarter inch. Number five will be the hardest, because the top is the only place she has any air left.

"Exhale." He pulls. He's cutting off her air. For the first time she looks panicked but it doesn't make any difference. She can't fight him. He tightens it, then he leaves her to hang, stretched out for the viewers, her head falling to the side, her body swaying slightly and her breaths almost nonexistent, little more than a vibration. 

Thousands of people on six continents are transfixed by her, watching her try to breathe, waiting for him to return. Thousands pay twenty-five dollars a week for access. He is expensive but worth it to them, because he gives a true show. Most other sites are make believe or crap. 

This is legal, too. Passably legal. Body modification and BDSM between consenting adults. How many viewers are masturbating to her right now, jerking off or frigging a clit, getting a blow job, or spewing into the ass of a partner? Emails come from viewers who get together in groups, to pool the cost, and one BDSM club manager wrote that they want to show her on a large projection system before their Friday night sex games, so can they purchase a site license for commercial purposes?

[I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness]

The master of ceremonies certainly wouldn't know Geoffrey is watching, though why would he care? Oh it might give him a little charge to know he could rub Geoff's nose in this, but truthfully he hardly knows Geoff. She might care, if she could think of anything besides the fact that she is suffocating. She wouldn't want Geoff to see her because once he loved her and she loved him.

"That's tight enough for now, my pretty. Down we go. Time for your workout. You need to stay toned, you know, and it helps with your weight control."

He works the lever and she moves slowly to the floor. Her skinny arms become loose, looser, then fall ever so slowly together, down to her hips. They are tied together at the wrists with a red silk scarf, and she has bright red fingernail polish, so together they make a splash of color for the camera, against her pale thighs and pale, naked pubis. And the black corset. Everything that is actually part of her is almost fish-belly white, except for some bruises. For contrast there are all the silver- and gold- colored rings and pins in her ears, eyebrows, nipples, navel, labia, and clitoris. 

She is breathing more easily with her shoulders down. Still panting, but breathing nonetheless. She sways and staggers a little, then raises her head and begins looking around at the lights, and her husband, and at things in general, as though she isn't familiar with them. He seems to be adjusting the cameras again and Camera Three catches a stage light and its picture bleaches out. It's off for a few seconds, while she sways in place on Cameras One and Five, panting. It comes on again.

He needn't have shaved her pubic hair. An email suggested he burn it off, and last week he told viewers he might let her grow it and burn it off for them later. But he could easily have left it, it was so fair. Everything about her is almost vanishing in the studio lights. People on an alt.bdsm newsgroup had a flame war over how often he bothered to make her shave her underarms and legs. Maybe he makes her do it when the stubble bothers him as he uses her. That would make sense. It might be different if he had better quality equipment or a darker woman. 

He left the hair on her head long -- straight, thin, yellow hair that falls almost to her waist. Sometimes it is braided, and sometimes she is tied by her hair. She is so blonde, so pure and innocent looking, exactly whom the alt.bdsm people want to see degraded.

He unties her feet and leads her to the treadmill. 

"Come on, now."

* * * * *

Who watches such shows? Many types, probably. Addicts of darkness, ghouls of pain. Law enforcement officers trying to document offences. People satisfying curiosity, or wanting to see something outré. And a one-time lover.

"I didn't believe it at first either, Geoff, but it's her."

"How long has this been on?"

"This is the third time I've seen it."

"But how long total, Bill?"

"Well, the archives show that it's been on about six weeks. This is the seventh show."

"Show?"

"It's like tonight. They're live every Friday at eleven for a half hour or so. The rest of the time you can play the archived shows."

"Archived shows."

"You can get them in three different formats. Plus they have photos of him training her and other sorts of things. Links, other video clips, the sort of thing everyone has."

Geoffrey hasn't moved since the show began. He is sitting in a wheeled desk-chair and his knuckles are white from gripping the armrests. 

"How'd you find out about it?"

"A newsgroup. The site's been there several months. The live stuff is new."

"You've watched it for months and never told me? And you knew it was Anne?"

"No way, Geoffy! This is my third week. The first week she was masked and I missed the intro. I called you as soon as I knew. I really wasn't even sure it was her at first. Damn! I can't believe how skinny she is."

"Yeah. She was always thin."

"And her waist. Shit. It's like her waist was cut out completely."

On the monitor, Anne's husband has left her to stand on the treadmill, while he attends to something. She leans on the bar. Bill is talking again.

"This is a contest Geoff. He makes her walk the treadmill, then he speeds it up. You can see the settings he's gonna use in advance. You won't believe it. When she runs out of air and starts to collapse, he whips her ass and legs with something like a fishing rod. The people who guess closest to how long she'll go before she falls win a week's free membership."

"Jesus," says Geoffrey.

"I came within three seconds last week."

Geoffrey jerks around toward Bill in time to see him massage his penis through his jeans. He turns back away. Somewhere in Iowa a man tells his girlfriend it's time for her to go down on him.

"You don't have to look at me like that! It's consensual. It's what she wants. If it were anyone besides your ex- girlfriend, you'd like it too."

"Yeah, I guess. Sorry. You know I've still got problems about her."

"I know. Maybe I shouldn't have told you?"

"No. No. I'm glad you did. I'll be okay."

Anne's husband turns on the treadmill and she begins walking. She isn't whimpering, and she doesn't protest doing this. The fifth week of the treadmill. She has to know what's coming.

Sometime during the interval, "Sympathy for the Devil" ended. Now something new starts, first faintly, then louder. It's Saint-Saëns, "Dance Macabre." No one could miss the significance of that, could they? 

"He's the one, right? The one you called 'Satan?'"

"Yeah," answers Geoffrey. "He liked to call himself Lucifer. When Anne left with him she wrote that she was marrying her Morning Star." Geoffrey looks like he's bitten into a dead rat. He shakes his head. "Tell me who he looks like to you."

"Easy. Ted Bundy. I told you that before. What's his real name?"

"He's a devil all right. An archangel. Beautiful and evil. How does he make women do those things and like them?" Bill gives an odd look at the word "beautiful," but Geoffrey ignores it and goes on. "It's not just Anne. Before she went with him she once said he had some special way about him, and that he could get women to do all kinds of things. More like Charlie Manson than Bundy, I think." 

"I wish I knew his secret."

This time Geoff doesn't glare at Bill.

* * * * *

The treadmill goes faster. Somewhere in a darkened room a viewer turns to her girlfriend and says, "She's going to fall now. Listen to her!" The machine goes faster. Anne begins to stumble. Her husband swings the whip-like fiberglass in a sweet, graceful arc. The viewers can't hear it swish faintly in the air, because "Dance Macabre" is louder now, but they can hear it snap against her ass if the volume is turned up. 

On six continents they lean forward to watch her arch her back and make her loudest cry yet. On six continents people play with penises and clitorises. In Japan a recently laid-off salary man begins to use his belt on his wife, who is tied to a chair facing him. Her cries are muffled with a ball-gag like the one he saw used on the show. He hits across her breasts, the belt going "splat" when it connects, once every ten or fifteen seconds. A woman in England is pleading, "Whip me now. Do it! Do it!" Geoffrey leans forward and cups his hand in front of his penis, so Bill won't see it push against his fly. 

[I would find grievous ways to have thee slain, 
Intense device, and superflux of pain; 
Vex thee with amorous agonies, 
and shake Life at thy lips, 
and leave it there to ache]

The stroke gained Anne four or five steps, but she's out of gas, so the next stroke licks at her almost immediately. It is hardly effective. The next comes quickly, the next instantly, and then she's down and the moving treadmill pushes her body to the back. 

Her husband turns it off and leaves her to try to get air on her own, sprawled before one of the cameras while Saint-Saëns reaches its crescendo, those quick violin strokes of the dance rising above the thundering percussion as it turns down the stretch. It's timed so well that her fall might have been choreographed to it. The audience saw her knees turn to rubber just as the last section began, watched her stagger and lose stride even with the stimulation of the whip. The music ends, and the screen is almost silent. The audience can hear her wheezing.

Geoffrey is breathing quietly, whispering "shit" with each breath. Shit. Shit. Shit. After a minute he turns to Bill again.

"Damn." His voice is soft. 

"It was real, wasn't it?" asks Bill.

"It was real. I don't know how she can do it, but she was going that way before she left." He turns back to the screen. "Still, something's not right."

"I don't know. You saw the intro. Do you think she was faking it? She told what was going to happen to her, and she was loving it. She's changed, man. That's all I can say. He changed her somehow."

It is still quiet on the screen. Anne is still lying in that heap and the music is over for now. Viewers can hear something heavy being moved.

Bill goes on, "You're not going to believe this last part either, Geoff. Maybe you don't want to watch."

Geoffrey cocks his head.

"He hurts her in this part. He always does something different and makes her scream. Last week she passed out."

"Jesus."

"It all depends on the vote of the viewers. He advertises the options a day or two in advance. This week viewers have four options. Look."

Bill pushes a button on screen and the four options appear on a pop-up screen. Viewers can vote for needle play on her nipples, a new piercing of her labia, electricity applied through wires pushed into her ass and vagina, or burning her vagina with a cigarette. The vote totals are visible, and the cigarette has won.

"Jesus," says Geoffrey, again. 

"Maybe you should go," says Bill. He isn't offering to turn the show off.

"No. I'm going to see the whole thing."

So Geoffrey watches Satan lead Anne back to the winch. In close-up he sees her strapped in again and stretched, sees her legs spread wider and the rings in her labia used to open her vagina wide. Geoffrey watches while Anne's husband lights a cigarette. 

He hears her whimper, "Help. Please." 

He hears Satan say, "What do you mean?" and watches her face collapse. 

She gasps, "I'm sorry. Darling. I was. Just. Afraid. For a. Minute." 

Geoffrey watches Satan stuff a ball into her mouth, then start some new music Geoffrey doesn't really hear. He watches Satan squat in front of Anne and begin to touch the lit end of the cigarette to the flesh inside her labia. It doesn't last long. She bleats through the gag, her body jerking this way and that. After five burns Geoffrey can tell she has passed out. The show is almost over. 

In the last part Anne's husband rouses her and makes her suck him off. She is good at it. Something else different.

* * * * *

Geoffrey has no erection. 

He drove half way home, then turned off into the countryside, past a world asleep, farmhouses looking picturesque, the moon gliding along the horizon and keeping pace with his car. It's his only company. 




Control Ch. 01



There's an Amish farm with a light in one window. Why are they wasting the oil? Are they fucking, an Amish couple adoring each other's bodies, pleasuring each other in ways they can't have learned from the world, doing something besides a kiss and a caress and some rutting under the covers? Are Amish women satisfied, knowing nothing of vibrators? Do they frig, or is it too sinful?

Maybe her husband is whipping her with a belt, thinks Geoffrey. Maybe he's punishing her because his dinner was late. Maybe he whups her for awhile, telling her she has to be quiet so as not to bother his mother, then turns her over and fucks her to show her how to please her man, the head of the family even as Jesus is the head of the church.

"Shit," says Geoffrey. He smiles. A ghastly smile. Probably it's just that someone is sick. Probably Geoffrey is sick.

[This is the way my world ends]

The countryside is something from Norman Rockwell or Winslow Homer, if either had had room for dungeons and poor bound figures, women and children and fat men tied and burnt for the pleasure of the mob. Hurt and hurt again, they suck, returning ecstasy for torment, good little girls and boys trying to be obedient, pathetic beings unable to disobey. What would Satan's Web site look like if Homer had painted it? What if the geeky husband in a Rockwell painting could be heard planning to be kinky and diddle his wife all night long? Out of sight of the artist he hands her a pair of gold-plated nipple clamps. "Keep smiling," he says. "I'm going to start tightening them as soon as the kids are in bed." Did Ozzie spank Harriett? And spank her and spank her?

"Shit," says Geoffrey again. He parks his car in some desolate spot and walks.

"Well what did I expect?" he asks out loud. "It's not like Bill didn't warn me." Then, under his breath, "Damn."

The air is sweet with dew. Pure. Nothing evil about it. Geoffrey keeps inhaling it until he gets dizzy, but it doesn't wash away the thoughts: No wonder she left me. She turned into someone else.

A hound barks from the end of a long driveway and runs down to the road. It bays at Geoffrey until he is well beyond the house, but Geoffrey merely stares back at it, daring it to challenge him up close. The hound wags its tail the entire time. Be careful doggy, thinks Geoffrey. You can't tell so easily with people what they're all about. The half moon slides behind a cloud and the road becomes almost invisible. 

What happened, he thinks. Shit, I know what happened. He happened. 

[This is the way her world ends]

Geoffrey kicks a rock. 

There's a mystery to it. There's something beyond my understanding. How did it go down? How did she change? It was so quick. 

Geoffrey kicks the rock again, down the road, like a soccer ball, kicking and walking, kicking and walking, finding a new rock when the old one goes into the ditch. The half moon re-emerges and he begins talking to it out loud.

"So that's what makes her happy, now. Can it be? She couldn't really like it, could she? What do you think? I sure as hell don't know! Shit. Could anyone like it so extreme? Could anyone stand it? Maybe he's forcing her. Damn. Maybe that's it! Shit!" 

When Geoffrey says "shit" this time it sounds like he means "aha!" He stops walking and looks into a field. The man in the moon looks down on him benevolently, so he stares back up for awhile. He gets a vision of a cruel-faced Ozzie Nelson cracking his belt on Harriett's ass, smacking her over and over, her face buried in a pillow soaked from her sobbing, drowning her screams in goose feathers. Afterwards she looks up at him and smiles, her mouth and eyes wet with tears. Her whole face is wet, but happy. Oh thank you honey. Thank you. Thank you. Geoffrey looks down at the road and says "shit" again, softly this time, as though in mourning. 

[This is the way our world ends Not with a bang but a whimper]

I disagree, thinks Geoffrey. It ends with a bang and a whimper. After a few minutes he begins walking back toward his car. It's time to go home.

End of Chapter One.



Control Ch. 01



He lay there, idly stroking himself, as she walked into the room. She looked down at him nervously, blushing slightly at the sight of his cock, swaying slightly with each breath, the head red and smooth with the slightest gleam of moisture at the tip. He was looking at her, as well -- his eyes devouring her, tracing her curves beneath the slight, silken garment, already measuring her body against his own, how she would fit alongside him, how he would cover her below, how deep he could get into her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her throat suddenly seeming dry -- but at the same time, she could feel her nipples tighten, and the barely-audible whisper of the cloth shifting over her breasts in response. 

"Take it off," he said, sitting up on the edge of the bed to watch her more closely. She closed her eyes, trying to escape his gaze for a moment. Slowly, she lifted a trembling hand to the opposite shoulder, and slid the strap down until it fell of its own accord. Somehow, even that tiny exposure, the barest sagging of the neckline exposing the beginning of her cleavage, was a complete acquiescence, and they both knew it. There was nothing she would deny him from there. The scent of her own arousal rose to her nostrils, and she pressed her thighs together, knowing that the thong she was wearing could never hold back the wetness that was beginning to build. 

"Keep going," he snapped. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She was unable to read his gaze. He sat there, feet on the floor, his thighs spread and his hand on his cock again, moving just enough to keep it fully erect. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, already feeling it inside her, and she slid the other strap down. With a sound like a snake's hiss, the teddy slid down, catching at her waist. She had lifted her arms free, and instinctively she covered her breasts with her palms. 

For the first time, he made a move toward her, and she took a deep breath. But all he did was take the hemline between his thumb and index finger, and tug just enough that the gown fell, pooling around her feet, exposing the soft curve of her belly, the seductive shadow of her navel, and the diagonal creases of her thighs, sloping in to the last hidden part of her, and that only covered by the sheerest fabric imaginable. There was no way to hide her wetness now; it was thick enough in the air that they could both practically taste it, and she couldn't be entirely sure that a droplet or two weren't trickling down her inner thigh. Her hands on her breasts suddenly felt more like a caress than any protection. 

For a long, silent moment, he looked at her, and she avoided meeting his eyes. It didn't matter – she could feel him as surely as if his hands were running over her body, and she responded – her nipples stiffened even further, poking between her fingers; her thighs rolled forward slightly, parting; the string of the thong seemed to ride up against the cleft of her ass, prying herself open to him in even that way. 

He stood, his cock bouncing, and took a step toward her. Finally, she could see into his eyes to truly read him – and the hunger there, the raw, unfettered desire, left her speechless. She couldn't breathe; she could feel her heart hammering against her chest – and yet, she felt so wet that her thong must be saturated, ready to slide down of its own accord. She lowered her hands and stood there, unready, but more than willing for whatever he might do. 

Before she knew what to think or feel or do, he had her in his arms, crushing her body to his, his hands sliding down her back, pushing her tighter against him. He growled, somewhere deep in his throat, and kissed her savagely. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, seeking her own out and twisting around it. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, raking the nipples against his own and then down as he lifted her into his arms, supporting her completely. 

She could feel the length of his cock against her thigh, hot, a trail of slickness down the shaft, and she reached for it – but then, before her fingers could close about it, he had turned her around and crashed down with her to the bed. He was above her, the weight of his body holding her down, his tongue was still in her mouth, kissing her so hard and so close that the stubble on his chin ground against her cheek. It felt like her lips would bruise, he pressed his mouth to hers so fully; it felt like he was stealing the air from her lungs, the room seemed to be spinning. 

He pulled back just enough on the kiss that she could draw a quick, gasping breath, then his mouth was plastered to hers again. She looked at him, but he was too close, his eyes were shadowed – she felt no fear, she knew she was safe, but she also felt completely subjugated to his will. Whatever he wanted, she did not need to even offer him – he took it, and it was perfectly right to her that he did. 

His cock was grinding against her, between her thighs, pressed tight against the cloth triangle of her thong, and she was sure by this time that the fabric had to be soaked – if not from her own wetness, then from the slick, sticky flow of his own arousal. She had never felt a man that hard, but there was no denying that it was his cock rubbing up and down over her, the thick head bumping over her barely-covered clit and back down, the shaft sliding between the folds of her pussy as the cloth rode up, the string riding painfully against her sensitive skin. She reached down, trying to pull it off, writhing beneath him, needing him inside her right then. 

But before her hands could reach her waist, he took them in his own, speaking evenly: "No." He didn't sound angry, but his voice brooked no argument. His fingers entwined with her own, and she found her hands pressed back to the mattress, above her head. He kissed her again, quickly, sucking and biting at her bottom lip then tearing his mouth away, leaving her gasping, even her tongue extended, trying to reach him. He let her hands go, but she didn't move them. 

Slowly, he rolled his hips, drawing the length of his cock up and over her pussy, until the head dug into her belly, then back down, and she arched her back, moaning his name. He was teasing her now, a grin on his face, but she could feel his need growing as well. The muscles of his stomach were taut, and his thigh forced hers further apart. He balanced above her on one forearm so he could reach down with the other and pull the fabric to one side, and she felt the air against her, and then – 

With a groan, he was inside her, like a lightning strike so far in her belly that she seemed to feel it in the small of her back. She closed her eyes, lifting her hips, trying to find some way to take more of him, some way to hold him deeper – but their lower bodies were not even a molecule apart, pressed tight. She could feel him pulsing slightly with his heartbeat, slower than her own but building. 

His hand came back up, and his hands moved to her wrists, pinning her arms above her. He bent his face to hers, looking deep into her eyes and kissing her slowly, deeply, his tongue wrapped around her own, his breath hot on her cheek. And he began to move. 

He took her, he claimed her, and this was slowly at first as well – pulling back bit by bit, until only the head was still inside her, and then riding smoothly back into her body, with the strong, even pull of waves reaching the shore. She could feel his cock swell inside her, could feel him lengthen and thicken as he pushed in and slid back out, and she felt her own joy, her own excitement quicken that she could accept him. She could feel it rising, like a pot coming to boil, heat bubbling through her body with each thrust.

Faster, harder now he took her, kissing down her neck, marking her skin, finding her breast, taking a nipple between his teeth and tugging at it until she cried out, pushing back up at him, another burst of pleasure exploding inside her, like a star being born. He pushed up then, lifting his body from hers but causing his cock to crash deeper, harder into her depths, and bent his head back until his cries mixed with the echo of hers. He was deep in her again – and again – 

And then he let go of her wrists, moving his hands down to her waist, beneath her ass, lifting her up to him so they could go faster, deeper. She wrapped her arms around his back, clinging to him, as it overtook them both and before she was ready for it the heat was expanding, suffusing her, and she lost her grip, falling back to the bed as her whole body shook with waves of ecstasy, and at the same time he moaned, loud and long, and she could feel him burst within her, every muscle in his body drawn taut and then released, and then he was cradling her, kissing her softly through the aftershocks, murmuring, "Good, good," and all she could think was how completely she was his.



Control Ch. 01



Michele stepped into the shower, turning the faucet to full, and steaming hot. She always showered after a date, reveling in the heat and the stinging spray, sluicing off the smell and the taste of them. Feeling the pounding heat wash away their grasping fingers and slamming, bruising thrusts. Animals, most of them.

She felt her contempt rise like bile in her throat when she reflected on their eyes, lighting on her the first time. For the most part, the expression was of incredulous imbecility, these slobs not believing their luck when they realized that yes; this one was going to put out without hesitation. Yes this gorgeous little blond was going to suck their cock. Yes! They were going to get laid!

Contempt for the men - or herself? Michele lathered up her washcloth and began to scrub, top to bottom, as she always did. She didn't understand why she felt compelled to go out every night, sometimes twice, pick up some anonymous joe, disarm him with mysterious grey/blue eyes, put him off balance with her perfectly proportioned curves, and blow him away with a breath and a filthy promise in his ear. She worked over her face with the cloth, first her mouth, wiping away slobbering, loose-lipped mauling and the taste of unwashed meat.

Was it the power? She could walk into any bar she knew and within 10 minutes he would have anyone she wanted drooling to her smoky, come-fuck-me, come-hither gaze. Then behind her ears, and down her neck. In twenty they would be on their way to his place. She scoured her shoulders, under her arms, and her torso, cleaning off sweat and semen. In thirty she would be miles away, disconnected from the by-then faceless, graceless, mindlessly fucking animal that they became.

Lathering the cloth again, she took extra care in her erasure of all traces of the night's conquest, rubbing her mound systematically, across the top and down each side. She didn't care about them, they didn't care about her. She slipped soap slick fingers between her legs and carefully washed each lip, rinsing, then farther inside as to wipe out as much as she could.

Michele, finished with her cleansing, reached up, leaning against the shower wall, letting the hot spray wash over her. A search, she told herself that was it. One day she would find the one that would touch her, make her feel, make her want, need the act that she now endured instead of enjoyed. She pressed the plug in the tub with her toe and adjusted the showerhead, lying down in the tub. The spray beat against her abdomen, drumming heat, arousing her. Not like this one tonight, she thought.

She had seen him the moment she walked in to the hotel he was alone, at the end of the bar. Strolling over, she had arranged herself artfully on the empty stool facing him. The pounding spray from the shower echoed the warmth that had flushed though Michele as his eyes scanned her - slowly, from her patent leather pumps, up her lightly muscled legs, stopping mid-torso, as they all did, staring at her plump, perky breasts. He had bought the drinks, he already had a room. Michele's legs spread, letting the water beat against her clit, arousing her.

Inside the elevator, her excitement had grown as he ground against her, frantic in his eagerness. It was their desire she fed on, their need. Coolly she had stood there, allowing him to fondle her, but not responding, making him try harder. She knew what he wanted and he was going to get it, but it would be on her terms. Michele pulled up her legs, bending them, knees falling to the side of the tub, opening more of herself to the spray.

She wanted them want her, to need her. It made her use of them so much sweeter, when they imagined their reactions, realizing they had been given the wrong number, and that they would never see her again.

Tonight's date had been fawning, affectionate even, and she could almost believe he actually cared about her pleasure. Michele stroked the insides of her thighs, as he had, removing her shoes and stockings as ordered. After removing her skirt, he would have stayed on his knees as long as she asked, licking and sucking on her clean-shaven pussy. This had been pleasant, and Michele started rubbing her clit gently, in circles, thinking of how he might have made her come, if she had let him. But she had quickly grown bored with his one-stroke technique and pushed him away, directing him to strip, then to lay back on the bed.

He'd jumped up and hit her breast with his head, she had laughed at his clumsiness. In the tub, Michele rubbed her clit harder now, panting as the water beat down and the heated steam stole her breath. She had played with him mercilessly, her mouth on his cock, bringing him to the brink, then stopping to ask, "What do you want, baby, tell me." before swallowing him deep back down her throat.

He had cried over and over, "Please, I want to make you come!" and groaned when she tickled his asshole.

That wasn't the game they needed her she was never going to need anyone again.

"Stop no I don't want to come yet!" he had moaned as she had taken him to another ecstatic peak "Oh god, I need to fuck you - now, please!"

Michele's fingers pumped into her pussy now, and she whimpered quietly, close to her own orgasm.

"Fuck stop! I'm going to come!" he had screamed. At that she had plunged two slippery fingers into his asshole as she swallowed his cock completely, sliding them in and out as he lost control, spilling come down her throat as he grunted, thrashing helplessly under her tongue. Michele bucked too, her fingers flying over her pussy, water pounding down on her.

After he had finished, she immediately rose and started to dress. He had asked where she was going and she had smiled, saying "Home." as she walked out the door.

"But you never came." he had wailed after her.

"No." she had whispered, closing the door.

They never made her come, ever.



Control Ch. 01



The shuffling in the grass got louder as he closed in on me.

"Let's see if you have done everything that I asked you to do young lady."

With that he tugged on my pig tails, I had been instructed to braid a ring into the end of each braid. Seemed secure enough. He stood to my left as he checked that the blindfold was definitely in place, and roughly grabbed my face in his hand.

His free hand quickly slid down my back and he slid his fingers into my ass lifting me off my feet. I growled and squirmed at being so full in an instant.

"You are a dirty fucking whore aren't you?" he had leaned in close to whisper in my ear. A whole lot of grunting and bouncing on his hand told him my answer.

Yes, i am His dirty fucking whore. 

Preparations have been underway for months; preparation for this night, preparation for Him. Every day i was to spend time stretching my ass and my pussy, every day i was to do my required exercises. When i was lucky, i'd be permitted an orgasm.

He wants to use me for all his glory so i was to be well prepared. The handful of lube i fingered into my ass showed Him that i was ready.

He released his hold on me, "Tongue out" he commanded to me. The fingers grasping the tip of my tongue tasted like lube. Instinctively, i pulled back from his fingers.

"Don't you ever EVER pull away from me again, do you understand me you little cunt?"

Not waiting for an answer, he yanked me by the pigtails down to the floor, his knee pressed between my shoulder blades, his hand holding my head to the dirt. "OPEN"

i tasted his fingers as they pried my mouth open further and i'm certain that i grunted in disgust as he spit in my mouth. "You want to pull away from me, you dirty cunt?? If you do, it will be to the cage for the rest of your time here and you won't be seeing me before you leave. Is that understood slut?"

His knee still pushing into my back, and his fingers holding my mouth open, i could feel his spit mixed with mine dripping down the side of my face. I could feel dirt and other grit sticking to my wet face as i haphazardly tried to nod a yes to him.

His hand never left the back of my head as he stood up. He quickly lowered himself to kneeling position above my head, i felt him push his legs tight against my head and his hands grabbed my hips roughly as he pulled my ass to the air.

"COME" i heard him yell and then came the shuffling of feet. How many people there were, i cannot tell but the fear in my belly made me cry a little cry.

His hands spanked my ass over and over, the person between my legs preventing me from closing them

They moved quietly and quickly, moving my body as they needed. Ropes were tied to my wrists and ankles, up my legs and around my waist.

He paused only to watch, as a set of cool, smaller hands gently touched my ass. Her fingernails scratched at the warm fresh spanks. I felt her pull my ass open, something icy cold pushing my most sensitive spot. It filled me more than i thought could be possible. Heavy and wide, it made my ass clench and tighten. Her cool hands held me open still as the object was removed.  A girlish giggle and i felt cold lube squirted into my hole.

The object was shoved in again, harder and with much more force this time, and continued to fuck my ass.

A hand started to spank at my clit and i could feel the heat rising in my belly. I don't remember squirming, but a few hard slaps to my sides reminded me to still myself.

The object was shoved to the deepest now and patted into place. Hands began working quickly again, now looping across my ass occasional pats on the rope ensured the object would remain in place.

"Let go". I didn't recognize her voice, but the cool hands holding my ass open finally let go. I could feel the roughness of the rope running along the inside of my ass cheeks, but what shocked me most was that my ass didn't close. My mind started racing as i realized they tied me in a way to be totally on display.

"GOOD! Now, I am going to stand up, and you will not move!" The sound of His voice brought me back to him, it centred me, everyone else became muted, it is HIM. i am here, for Him.

With the weight of his body gone, i was able to breathe deeply now. I had managed 2 whole breaths of air before my elbows were yanked behind me, forcing my face to twist in the sand. More rope.

My body was falling. 'i can't .. i'm already on the ground' i reminded myself. Once i was sitting up, i was able to balance myself again. I could feel a warm set of breasts at my back and i wondered what her bikini looked like. The sharp pain i felt in my breasts brought me back fast.

"Don't worry, we can tie those once we are there" His voice .. 'where?' i wondered.

Clamps were tightened onto my nipples and a gag was placed into my mouth. And with that, i was pushed back onto my stomach.

I screamed through the gag. My nipples and the clamps pushed into the sand. This time, there was no reprimand, only the sense of urgency. I could feel people closing in around me and i started to panic.

Cold. The bar rolled slightly as it was dropped into the crooks of my knees. My legs were moved roughly to proper position as the bar was tightly secured to my legs. At the same time, bars were attached to my elbows and my ankles.

Clanging metal and my pigtails were attached to the bar through my elbows.

I smelled his skin before i heard his whispers, "Little girl, pretty little girl. Be a good little girl for me now."

His footsteps didn't stop as he walked away. Panic.

A big pair of earmuffs were placed on my head, and hands quickly adjusted the snugness. They are all gone. As that realization hit me, i felt myself being lifted off the ground.



Control Ch. 01



She gazes at her body's reflection and runs her smooth hands over her curves, her reflection seems different. As if the mirror was waving slightly and compressing into itself slightly. It makes her eyes sore. She then drops her gaze down to her feet, rubs her puzzled eyes, then blinks several times. Two average C cup breasts block her view of half her flat tummy. She runs her nails softly over her small, pink nipples. They harden almost instantly and goosebumps prickle her chest.

As she keeps her gaze down to the floor, out of the corner of her eye she could have sworn she saw a shadow. She blinks and it seems hovering just across the room, but it's so blurry it seems so close.

She turns back to the mirror and plucks off the dangling eyelash quickly, smiles, and heads for the shower.

After a steaming shower and a cool rinse off she wrings her hair and steps a manicured foot onto the tile. She yanks the towel off the rack and she begins to dry herself. She throws the towel over her head and shakes it furiously, squeezing the ends and repeating.

She slows down drying as the air suddenly electrifies. Almost simultaneously, three immense fingertips run up her thigh.

She hastily brings the towel down over her torso, backing up slowly while looking around the bathroom and reaches for the door handle behind her. Upon opening the door she dashes for her bedroom down the hall.

Her plump, smooth ass bounces with each landing and each movement captivates him as she flees. All ends when she slams the door, followed by clicking, then all is silent for now. He waits.

She flicks on the light switch for her lamp and massages her forehead, her head still spins and the panic settles. She pushes her stringy red-brown hair back. The head rush fades away then she proceeds to her dresser and reaches in to pull out her favorite lace-and-ruffle boy shorts and a matching polka dot bra.

After clothing herself for the night, she pushes back the covers and rolls up in a cocoon of blankets. She can't help but keep replaying what just happened and how to justify it.

It was probably muscle spasms. Yeah. Muscle spasms.. She tugs the lamp cord at her bedside and drifts off slowly into a quiet slumber.

He watches over her intently with his lusting, bright grey eyes. Watching each strand of hair fall into place, how her skin looks so decadent and rich in Dark, and how her form radiates heat and a lovely aura.

He caresses her cheek and gently scrapes the edge of his perfect nail on her jawline. He grins slyly as her steps back into the Darkness of the room and his form disappears into a black mist.

"Ophee...Ophee... OPHELIA"

Her eyes shoot open in alarm and her body jerks. She can't tell whether she is still asleep or not, nor if she really knows where she is. Her body is paralyzed in fear, and somewhat exposed. Somehow she unraveled herself from her shell. Her fingers are able to move and she feels beneath her.

She's still on her bed. Thank goodness. It's a relief for her, giving some sense that she is still here and can move.

It's very cold in the room. The damn heater must not have turned on tonight. She reaches for the covers, which had a majority drooping onto the floor, and throws them back over herself sleepily.

A deep breath in, and out. In, and out. Her body still shakes from the startling wake up. Just before she was dreaming a peculiar dream.

She was naked, floating around in what seemed like the Universe. Except she hadn't known which way she was drifting. Was she going forward? Backward? Down? Up?

Her hair floated around her head without direction as if she was underwater. She didn't feel cold, nor warmth or air. She wore simply nothing around her skin. But she wasn't dead. She could feel her heart beating. She stared in admiration as she passed by far away swirling clusters of colors, and masses of illuminated dust with an immeasurable amount of stars embedded in them, and polished pastel colored planets of various sizes.

Next thing she knew, she stood in one of her empty classrooms. She looked around at the empty chairs and waxed stairs that lead to where the back doors should be. Behind her, a blank white board and a spot where the table that holds the projector and the professors notes should also be.

At least she now felt like she was back in her own mind. She looked down and realized she was still nude. Thankfully, no one could even be here to see her shame. So she didn't bother to cover herself. It was actually quite exciting.

Then she heard slow footsteps. A mans footsteps. It sounds like they were circling the room where the doors should be.

They stopped.

She gulped and let out a shaky breath. A strong presence stood behind her. Tall, large, and giving off a comforting warmth. Suddenly, two muscular arms wrapped around her, enclosing her arms to her sides. They did not squeeze her or constrict all her movement, so she was not fearful.

Maybe it would just be an odd wet dream. She supposed so and stayed calm. But again realizing she was still in the buff and an unknown man was holding her gingerly, she blushed in embarrassment and could feel the warmth trickle down her chest and her nipples tingle in excitement.

She could feel his head come in closer towards her neck, his breath curled around her skin. In a deep, enticing, and serene voice he whispered just behind her ear, "You will be mine, Ophelia." She melted and her heart jumped.

"All of this," he massaged her stomach to her thighs, "will be all mine and to use for my own desires." He stroked her hip as his opposite arm held her two arms. His fingers started gradually crawling towards her mound.

She gasped and pushed herself forward to get out of his reach. Luckily, she got free the first time and she made a dash for the stairs. Halfway up, she cut through a row of the familiar cushioned seats. Stopping to catch a breath she glanced back at the front of the class.

She only got a glimpse of his torso and the top of his head. Definitely large. With toned muscles that are only slightly bigger than average, short silver hair and creamy light skin. Protruding behind him were enormous black wings. Like a ravens wings.

They spread and he was gone from the front. She turned her head to the back and saw there was a door. An exit! She sprinted up the rest of the stairs and was only about three yards from the door.

She kept hearing him call her name behind her. The deep voice getting closer, she could almost hear him growl. She opened the door quickly and shut it behind her firmly. Upon coming back to reality, she could still hear him calling her out and his growls of frustration.



Control Ch. 01



I did, and my cock was literally shaking, I could feel the air touching me, I was so sensitive I thought I would explode at any second. But after a couple of minutes like that it started to ease up a little, Art just let me sit there on my knees in front of him with my cock twitching straight out in front of me, then suddenly he reached over and grabbed my balls and started squeezing them hard, it hurt but at the same time the pain felt good and within 5 seconds I was right back to the edge of Cumming again. Art’s grip on my balls was sending shooting pains up into my stomach and in that position I felt he had complete control of me, and I was submitting to him which greatly added to my excitement. 

I couldn’t believe it, I was about to cum from nothing more than this guy squeezing my balls, and dominating me.

It was totally humiliating, but I couldn’t help it ,... it felt great! But then he stopped and again my cock was left twitching in the air, if anything would have touched it I would have cum, but nothing did.

He then stood up, dropped his pants and said “get over here and suck my cock” So I crawled over to him, at that point I was so turned on I would have done anything, I was now face to face with his cock. I’d never been in this position before, just about to suck a cock,... but it didn’t feel bad,... in fact it turned me on! 

He said , “listen closely, you can only lick my cock and you can only suck my balls do you understand”?... 

I replied Yes sir. 

Fine then..... I want you to start sucking my balls and do it until I tell you to stop. 

I opened my mouth and took one of his balls in and began sucking it, it made his cock stand straight out, and he moaned heavily as I sucked one ball and squeezed the other with my hand, then I switched and sucked the one I had been squeezing and squeezed the one I had been sucking, finally I stopped squeezing and sucked the other in as well. I could barely get them both in my mouth, but the sensation of his balls filling my mouth, and looking up at his stiff cock sticking straight up in the air, slowly dribbling pre cum down the shaft to my mouth, was driving me crazy!

Then I reached behind his balls while they were still in my mouth and squeezed the very base of his shaft with my thumb and index finger making a ring around it. His cock was dripping and twitching, and as I looked down I could see my own cock bobbing in the air and a thick rope of pre cum extended from the tip of my cock to a small puddle on the floor.

He then told me it was time to lick his cock, so I released his balls with a popping suction sound and began to lick up and down the shaft of his cock, It tasted sweaty salty, nasty, like his balls, but this only served to turn me on more. 

I squeezed his balls,... one in each hand . I could feel him begin to tense,.. He told me to open my mouth and keep squeezing his balls. 

He rested the tip of his cock on the tip of my tongue, and I just kept squeezing and barley moving my tongue very slowly on the underside of his cock head. 

He grunted and began to shoot stream after stream of cum into my mouth, I had never tasted a mans cum before , but I was so turned on,....and the whole thing that I was doing was so completely dirty that I drank every drop, then I began to suck his cock, taking it as far into my mouth as I could, still squeezing his balls until he finally told me to stop.

He said, You’re seem to take direction very well, I’ll have a lot of use for you. 

Then he told me to stay kneeling, lean back, put my hands on the floor behind me, spread my legs, and arch my back, this forced my already very hard cock in to the air, he reached down and again began to squeeze my balls, but this time he did it harder, much harder, each squeeze would start gentle then build until the point that I thought I would scream. Just about the point that I thought I couldn’t take it any longer he stopped, he reached around the corner of some shelves and pulled out a large police type Billy club, he ordered me to get up and go get a can of motor oil that was on a shelf across the room. 

As I walked my cock was so hard that the vibration from walking alone was almost enough to make me cum. 

When I returned with the oil he made me get down on all fours with my ass in the air, I could feel him pour the oil on my ass and then he walked around in front of me so I could watch him rub the oil on the club, he stood in front of me working the oil up and down the length of the club with a wicked grin on his face, I knew what he was planning to do with it, and I was so scared I was almost shaking. 

He then walked back around behind me, and suddenly I felt a great pressure on my ass pushing in hard, it burned and it hurt but he just kept pushing, finally I could feel my muscles give way and the club began to slip in my heavily oiled ass easily, the sensation was amazing, he started to slowly drive it in and pull it back out, wiggling the club as he worked it in and out causing tingling sensations in side of me, and building speed with each stroke. 

On the fist few strokes, as he reached the bottom of his drive in I could feel my self pulling away as the pain and pressure were too much, but after a while I found my self almost uncontrollably pressing my ass back into his drive it felt incredible! That’s when he reached down and grabbed a hold of my balls, they were soaked in oil, he started needing them like dough, I bucked harder against the down stroke until it went so deep that it hit something in side me that sent a jolt through my whole body, like I’d been shocked by some high power electric line.

My head was spinning when it hit again, the feeling was somewhere between great pleasure and intense pain, it struck again, and again , and again , and now it was hitting with every stroke, I was completely out of control.

On the next stroke I felt him squeeze my nuts hard,... really hard..... he drove the night stick in as far as he could, then let go of it with his hand and braced it in place with his chest, he then reached around under me and held his hand below my cock that was still twitching stiff in the air .

I was bucking my ass up in to the club that penetrated me as hard as I could, when it hit,... a monster intense tidal wave of an orgasm rushed over my body, I think I might have blacked out for a couple of seconds because it was so strong.  

The strange thing was,.... this was like no other orgasm I had ever experienced before it started not in my cock or my balls but somewhere deep inside me, it traveled down my spine, sent my asshole into spasms crashed through my balls and shot out of my cock and directly into Arts hand, but his hand never touched my cock, it was like, if nothing touched my cock the orgasm would just keep flowing, and flow it did! It was the longest largest and most intense orgasm I had in my life. and it was nasty,... filthy disgusting ,nasty! 

That was by far the dirtiest, nastiest, most degrading thing I had ever done in my life. 

Just when I thought I hit the bottom of depraved behavior, Art held his hand out in front of my face, he had a hand full,...and I do mean full, of cum. 

He ordered me to lick it and when I hesitated ,he held it up to my face shoved the club in my ass real hard, and when I lurched forward and screamed he shoved his hand in my mouth, and told me he wouldn’t pull the club out until I licked his hand clean ... so that’s exactly what I did.

When I was done he withdrew the club, and shoved me on to the floor in a heap, I watched from the floor as he got dressed. I was still lying there on the floor when he was leaving, he walked past then turned around and came back grabbed a handful of my hair pulled me up to his face and said .

Listen close, I’ll only say this once , I have use for you tomorrow, you need to be prepared, from now on you will do exactly as is say! tonight when you go home I’ll allow you to fuck your pretty little girlfriend but you are not,... and I repeat not... allowed to cum, do you understand?... I answered yes sir,... then he said he had a big day planned for me tomorrow and I was to completely shave all the hair from my body, except my head, and make sure my cock was hard when I came in the next day. and I heard him walk away.

I lay there for a moment with my asshole still throbbing and my cock still dripping, and I wondered how I had let my self be controlled like that and preform those disgusting acts, and why did it turn me on so much to be submissive to him, I wasn’t attracted to men, in fact up until now even the thought of doing something like this would have repulsed me, but today it seemed like the dirtier I felt, the more it turned me on.

I knew that I had to tell Emily what had happened but what would she think of me? 



Control Ch. 02



After cleaning my self up I went to get Emily I told her nothing of my experience at that time. The ride home was fairly quiet neither of said to much, but we were both thinking plenty. Once at home we both pretended is was a normal day we did our usual routine made dinner got ready for bed, naturally that was a perfect time to bring things up.

          We were now lying in bed, Both of us quietly reflecting on our day, I was noticing how beautiful Emily is when she brought up the subject of the days earlier events.

So were you serious today when you said that you are not mad at me? ..she asked.

Yes, I was and I am! ... it’s o.k. you did ,what you did for me. 

But I feel so guilty. she replied. 

The reason she was feeling so guilty is because she enjoyed what had happened to her and I knew it, but as I thought about it, I didn’t mind, in fact it was a huge turn on. And she still had no idea what had happened to me, I had to tell her, but how would she take it.  

     The situation was very different from what happened to her, I wasn’t doing anything that would save her from any one, I just did what I had to do to save my self. At least she was trying to help me, even if only at first.

     The only way that we were going to be able to work through this mess is if we both agree to level with each other, and since I was the one with the secret I figured I should be the one to start things off, I thought to my self “ here goes nothing”

Emily, ... I wanted to talk to you about what happened this morning.

You are mad , aren’t you? she quickly responded.

No, no,... I’m not! it’s been a very strange day, and some very unusual events have taken place,... and I just think... well I... I just think that we have to be totally honest with each other, I mean completely honest, in order for us to get through this, and I just want to say that I will if you will,    What I’m saying is I promise not to get mad at anything that you tell me as long as you’re honest with me .

Any thing? are you sure?

Anything I promise! Will you do the same for me?

Yes!...Yes!... definitely, I promise!

O.k. than as a show of good faith, I’ll tell you something first.

Her eyes lit up when I said that.

You know today at lunch when you told me about what happened to you this morning, ....well as I listened to you I couldn’t help from becoming a little turned on... . well not a little, more like a lot ... well actually it drove me crazy! 

The thought of you being treated like a slut by those two just turned me on more than I ever expected, the whole time you were telling me what had taken place my cock was as hard as stone, in fact it made me hard the whole day thinking about it, and I’m getting horny right now just thinking about it..... I then looked over to see what her response would be, she just looked at me and didn’t say a word, I got a little nervous that she didn’t like what I had said .

Well.... say some thing!..... she said nothing but jumped on top of me and gave me a huge deep kiss, and when she was done I said “ So I guess that means you like what I said?”

Yes,... I’m so glad that you feel that way, it turned me on too, I mean not at first, but then some thing came over me and it was like I was some one else, some one who wasn’t afraid to be a slut, and once I gave in to the situation , and let my self go, I was free to be turned on, free to be a slut, and that’ s when I started to cum. 

            Do you know that I was so turned on that I came just from sucking Steve’s cock, I couldn’t believe it my self, my clit was so hard that when it brushed my leg it set off a whole string of orgasm’s, not just one, there must have been 7 or 8, I’ve never had any thing like that happen before! I went crazy!... I wanted to be used,... I wanted to be fucked!... And if you want total honesty than I have to tell you, after Steve came in my mouth I was so horny I begged him to fuck me! But he wouldn’t do it, he and that bitch Rita just laughed at me, I must have looked pathetic naked on the floor with cum on my mouth and a wet pussy begging this bastard who just forced me to suck his cock to now fuck me. But I couldn’t help it, I was in heat! I would have even been satisfied if he just finger fucked me, at that point I wouldn’t have cared if that bitch Rita finger fucked me, and Steve just watched.

Are you sure it doesn’t bother you that I became such slut? she then asked. 

I’ve got to tell you Emily, I love hearing your stories, and I love how much of a slut you’ve become, it turns me on more than anything, when you tell me stories about you being sexual with some one else, I know it sounds crazy, But my cock is so hard right now from listening to you , that it could be used to hammer nails. This drew her eye down to the pup tent in our sheets. she then slid her hand down and took a firm grip on it, I wanted to cum right then, but I also wanted to fuck her. 

Lets put that cock to good use! she said. I want to feel you cum inside me!

I thought ... yeah... baby... but then I remembered what Art had told me .”no cumming”

Emily, I said , there’s something else we should talk about first.

Cant it wait?... I want to fuck! she said, as she rubbed her already wet pussy.



    She must have gotten as turned on as I did reliving her experience.

No it cant!... I have to tell you about what happened to me this afternoon.

This afternoon?... what do you mean you were at work this afternoon?

Yeah... well.. so were you,...obviously that doesn’t mean too much these days. We both laughed!

So... tell me, what happened to you.

Alright... after lunch I was back in the stock room and it was so quiet I started thing about you sucking Steve’s cock and Rita spanking you and well... I just had to jerk off.

And that’s it?.... she asked,... you jerked off?

No, that’s not it, let me finish! I decided jerk off so I took off my shirt, unzipped my pants and kneeled down on the floor and started to rub my cock, but just when I started to get into it Art walked in, he saw what I was doing and threatened to tell Steve and Rita, he said that I would be fired for sure. It all started happening so fast and he seemed so confidant, he took control of the situation, and put me in a position where I thought I had no other choice but to do as he ordered me to. 

       Then went I on to tell her the whole story.

             I had been nervous about telling her,.. I wasn’t sure how she would take it. This is pretty extreme, I had become a sex slave to another man. But by the time I got to the part when Art was fucking me with a Billy club, I looked at her and realized that she had been rubbing her self and was now in the middle of a major orgasm. I took that to mean it was o.k.! Once she caught her breath she looked at me and asked, “ did that turn you on?... I mean being with a man?

Yes!... But it wasn’t just the fact of being with a man that turned me on , the real thrill was being forced to do so. Being humiliated in front of the person that was in control of me, being forced to be completely sexual,... that was the big turn on.

I totally agree! she said.

But you were turned on? she asked again.

I said yes!... but you want to know more, about how turned I was,... don’t you?...    

She nodded yes.... So I began to tell her,..... It was the most turned on I have ever been in my life, my cock was harder than it’s ever been, even after I came it stayed hard. 

    I guess it was a combination of knowing what you had been doing and what was happening to me, but my cock ached it was so hard.

What about when he made you suck his cock?... was that hard to bring yourself to do that? I mean you’ve never done anything like that before.

No!... I thought it would be, but I was so turned on at the time that it just didn’t matter. The situation created an erotic mixture of domination, humiliation, that made it possible for me to let myself be submissive and do things that I would have normally not been able to do. Like I told you before, while I was licking his cock and squeezing his balls, my own cock was so hard that it was dripping a puddle of pre cum on the floor.

WOW!... that really turns me on, she said. but what about when he fucked you with that night stick?... how did that feel?... did you like that too?

YEAH!... I did,.. when he made me get the oil ,and get down on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air,... I knew what he was going to do,... and after he poured the oil on me and walked in front of me and started to oil up the stick, I was afraid that it would hurt, I was almost tempted to run away, but I was so horny, I wanted him to do it, and it did hurt, but only a little at first, and the pain only added to my pleasure, then after the first few strokes there was no more pain.

So you did like it?... Tell me more!.. Did that make you cum? she asked as she slowly ran one finger over her clit.

Yes!... I did once he started to get a rhythm and make deeper strokes it started to hit something deep inside of me it was a feeling that drove me crazy, I thought I would cum just from that, and I probably would have given enough time, but he started to squeeze my balls with his other hand I just exploded.

Was he touching your cock or were you?

No ... that’s what I’m telling you no body was ever touching my cock not me or him, he only squeezed my nuts, and my cock was just sticking straight out in the air, shooting out what seemed like endless streams of cum.

Did that feel strange?..

Yes .....But in a good way, being submissive to him made me feel very dirty, plus the sensation of the stick shoved as far in as he could get it, and him squeezing me really hard, turned me on so much that I came a lot,... maybe more than I ever have at one time. 

So it doesn’t bother you that I let him do all that stuff to me? I asked her.

No way!.. she said. Just imagining how you looked doing all this is making so hot it’s going to drive me crazy.

She gave me a sexy smile and a huge kiss and squeezed my cock.  

    Then she proceeded to make herself cum three more times, so I rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples while I watched. 

            When she finished, she looked at me and said “o.k. now lets fuck” It was at this time that I had to tell her about the instructions that Art had given me, she seemed a little let down at first, but then I asked... what if Steve or Rita had given her those same orders, this seemed to make it easier for her to understand. 

Fine so you don’t get to cum, that’s not going to stop me from cumming, lets fuck!

Come here I want to suck that cock! 

   And suck she did,... we got into a 69 position so I could lick her sweet pussy while she sucked me.

            The fist thing that I noticed was how wet she was, I don’t know if I had ever seen her that wet, and her clit was larger than normal, swollen from all the excitement. The second my tongue touched her she went into orgasm’s.

 It turned me even more to see how aroused she was from all the sexual activity and talk. But the whole no cumming thing proved to be more of a problem than we expected, I had to keep stopping so I didn’t cum, it was starting to drive me crazy, so I decided to just eat her for a while.

   She was so wound up that she just had one long orgasm that lasted 15 minutes, finally she said “put your cock inside me” which I was more that glad to do, as I slid my cock into her she went ballistic, and it felt great!..... As she was going crazy on my cock, I was busy trying not to get off. 

   But feeling her sopping wet pussy being rubbed all over my cock was pushing me very quickly to the edge, and with visions of what Steve and Rita might do to her next running through my mind, I had to pull out to keep from exploding. 



   This same cycle played out again and again for the next twenty minutes. but it only served to make us even hornier, because I couldn’t fuck her long enough for either of us to get satisfaction,.... we finally had to stop.

I said, I think I understand art’s logic in saying that I could fuck you but not cum, 

because by tomorrow when we get to work we will both be so wound up and horny that we will do anything they ask! you know I’m starting to wonder if they aren’t all in on planning this together?

I don’t care right now! Emily said. I’m so turned on I cant stand it, and they make me feel like a slut... and it feels great, so I’m willing to play along ...at least for a while. And if it is a plan that they’ve hatched it’s working, because by tomorrow I’ll be so horny I’d fuck a whole room full of people!



       It was hard to believe that such statements were coming out of my sweet little Emily’s mouth, but I had to admit that the thought of my Emily fucking her way through a room full of people absolutely pushed me into a new realm of sexual excitement . 

       And I started to wonder... is that possible, could it actually happen, who knows what Steve or Rita might have in mind for Emily, what if they did want her to fuck a whole room full of people, she already said she could do it, what would that look like? and how would she be after? In my mind I could just picture her naked walking out of a room just after fucking a dozen or so guys, cum all over her pussy, and glistening all over her sexy little body, her nipples standing out erect, displaying her excitement. If I saw her like that I’d have to throw her down and fuck her right there, where ever that may be, dripping in cum and all! 

        All these new and filthy dirty thoughts running though my and I’m sure Emily’s head were over whelming, we were like two wild sexual animals that had been let out of their cage. We had gone from 0 to light speed in 24 hours, and had no desire to slow down . The situation that we had been thrust in to took us far past our normal sexual boundaries, the surprising aspect of this is, once you push your limits and break down barriers,... you find yourself sanding on the other side of those former barriers, the same person you were before,...... just you,.. only with more freedom. And your new reality seems as natural as the old one did before, no more no less .

       The next thing I remember is the alarm clock going off, was it morning already , Emily had gotten up before I was even awake and was now it he shower. When she was through it was my turn, it took longer than usual because I had to shave all over, but I guess I had better get use to it.



       I had gotten out and was just finished drying off when Emily walked in. Oh my god.... she looked amazing her hair and make up were done as if we were going out for the night, she had on perfume that filled the room when she was in it, Blood red nail polish, and she had on a dress! She almost always wore pants to work, and if she did wear a skirt it was a long one. But this was a short dress, and a very thin one at that, she also had on high heels,... I mean high, ...I’m talking 5 inch spikes! She was a vision,... an incredible sexy vision.

   I looked her up and down, marveling at how beautiful she is, but the only thing I could get out was “WOW”!

Thank you! she said. And look at you!..

   As she reached out to squeeze my already stiff cock. The sight and smell of her was really turning me on.

I mean look at you!! she said again... You shaved!... what’s up with that! 

Well!.. I said... It is one of the instruction that Art gave me, he told me that I had to come in to work today completely, shaved and with a hard on.

Do you not like it? I asked.

Oh, I like it... it’s sexy,... nasty sexy! It makes me think about what you are going to be doing . And now you’re smooth just like me.

  Emily had always kept her pussy completely shaved at all times.

Then she slid her hand under my cock to cup my balls, and said, “looks like you’re

going to be some one’s sex slave today”

          Hearing her say that made my cock throb, and the fact that she was standing front of me, holding my balls, looking so beautiful, and teasing me that I was going to a man’s sex slave today, and probably forced to do some very nasty things, just made me want to cum all over her pretty little hand .

Yeah! well look at you!...I said, as I slowly ran my hand up her long slim leg until it disappeared under her dress. But I noticed some thing was different,... I felt wetness... smooth soft wetness.

Hey!... you’re not wearing any panties!... talk about me!...look at you!... you’re dressed like a slut, you smell like you just ran through a perfume factory, you’re not wearing any panties, it’s 7:30 in the morning and your pussy is already dripping wet! Looks like you’re already to spend the day being some one’s little sex toy.

I’m sorry! she said . I cant help it I know I look like a whore going to work this way, but they told me I was to dress like this from now on, all the time weather I was a work or not, they said that if either of them ever sees me not dress like this, that I would be punished,... held down and spanked until my ass was raw and believe me they are serious! They also told me no more panties or bra’s! I have to collected all of them that I own and bring them in today, I have them in a bag by the front door. See you’re not the only one who has to follow orders, in fact Steve left a note on his desk for me yesterday afternoon that said I would accompanying him to a business meeting after work today, we will be leaving directly from the office, he would have me dropped off here when it was finished. you’re going to have to come home without me!

Wait a minute! I said. you never said anything about this before!... I don’t think I like it! 

Well I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,... I didn’t want to upset you last night but it’s out of my control you know, and I’ll suck your cock and tell you all about it as soon as I get home.

And with that we got our things, Emily’s bag of panties and bra’s and left for work. 



Control Ch. 02



Julie Anderson returned from the bathroom feeling confused. She had just had her first sexual orgasm in over two years and it was very intense. However, she felt strange as if she had done something wrong. In the past when she used to have a sex life she never felt guilty like she did this morning. Also she could not understand why she suddenly became so sexually aroused. This was very unlike her and it worried her but on the other hand it had been fantastic.

Julie locked her bedroom door and sat looking at herself in the mirror. As she gazed at her naked body she had to admit she still looked okay. She knew many of the guys in town would just love to have her. However she was not interested in the complications of a relationship.  Julie amazed herself as she allowed her hand to drift down between her legs where for the second time this evening she began to massage her already awaken clit.

Josh awakened the next morning early ready to begin another long summer day free to do what he wanted.

“Don’t you go getting into any trouble now,” his mom said as she left the house. “I have a roast in the frig that I want you to put in the oven at around 4:00. Okay?”

“Ok, and I won’t get into any trouble,” Josh said as he watched his mom get into the car.

Now home alone sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal Josh began to replay last night’s drama with his mother. He immediately felt his dick become hard. He unzipped his pants and whacked off all over the table. There was cum everywhere. Josh looked at the mess and an idea arose. He went to the refrigerator and got the roast. He then rolled across the table in his cum and returned to the refrigerator. 

“That should be some interesting seasoning,” he laughed to himself.

Josh began his day walking in the woods with Ralphee. They hiked through the woods and he found himself at a neighbor’s house. Glancing through the trees he spotted Mrs. Johnson hanging clothes. Mrs. Johnson was about 40 or so and looked pretty good for a woman that age. While watching Mrs. Johnson Josh decided if his invisibility would work on her.

He focused himself, concentrated, and directed his thoughts at Mrs. Johnson, “You can not see me.” He repeated this several times as he walked toward the house. “Will this work on someone other than my family,” Josh wondered. 

He then walked right up the yard and Mrs. Johnson suddenly said, “Hello Ralphee. What are you doing here? Where is Josh? You never go anywhere without him.”

Ralphee just wagged his tail and looked at her.

Josh had forgotten about Ralphee but that was okay. She could see Ralphee but she not see Josh.

Josh watched as Mrs. Johnson hung the clothes and he followed her into the house. She was wearing an old somewhat worn nightgown. Josh followed her as she walked inside. This area of country was mostly poor. Mrs. Johnson’s husband worked at the local mill and as with most who lived here they made enough to get by but just enough.

As Josh looked he could see Mrs. Johnson was not wearing a bra and he could see a good bit of one of her boobs through a tear in the fabric. Her boobs were larger than his mom’s and he wanted a better look. 

Mrs. Johnson noticed Ralphee was sitting right outside the door. “Are you still here Ralphee?” she asked.

Josh was thinking of what he could do with Mrs. Johnson. There was no one around so it seemed a pretty safe situation.

“Take off your nightgown Mrs. Johnson,” Josh thought.

Mrs. Johnson suddenly felt anxious. In the past she had some anxiety attacks and now felt like the cloth of her nightgown was too tight on her even though it was hanging loosely about her. There was no one around to see so Mrs. Johnson let the nightgown slide off her down to the floor. She had not put on panties after her shower and she now felt much better now standing completely naked in her kitchen. 

Josh saw that her breast were large and sagged some. The nipples were longer than his mom’s and she was wider at the hips. She had a large bush of dark hair between her legs that did not match the color of her hair on her head and a fairly large but. 

Ralphee was whining at the door.

“What’s wrong with you Ralphee?” Mrs. Johnson asked Ralphee. She always like animals and his present seem to help her anxious feelings.

“Let Ralphee come in Mrs. Johnson,” Josh projected to Mrs. Johnson. He thought Ralphee should enjoy the view too.

Mrs. Johnson still standing naked looking a little dazed suddenly perked up and said, “Ralphee you look hungry. Come inside and let me get you something to eat.” With that she opened the door and Ralphee happily came in and stood over by the invisible Josh.

“Let me see what we have for you Ralphee,” Mrs. Johnson said as she looked in the refrigerator.”

Josh noticed a long piece of sausage and said, “Get the sausage for Ralphee.”

“Mrs. Johnson sit down in the chair.” Josh startled himself because he said this out loud. It did not appear to make any difference. Mrs. Johnson sat down in one of the old kitchen chairs at her table and looked at Ralphee.

“Open your legs, Mrs. Johnson,” he now said in a normal voice.

Mrs. Johnson was feeling a bit strange as she slumped down and opened her legs as Ralphee sat before her very interested in the sausage she held in her hand.

Mrs. Johnson was mostly definite feeling a bit strange. “It must be the heat,” she said to herself.

“Mrs. Johnson rub your pussy,” Josh commanded as he took out his already hardening member.

Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Johnson did not have much of sexual relationship. Mrs. Johnson had not been that interested after their third child was born. All the children were now older and two were in the military. As result Mrs. Johnson had no sex life other than to rarely please her husband with her wifely duties. Now suddenly she felt a need arise deep between her legs. Her hand slowly moved down and she touched herself. She could not believe how good this felt. This was all very odd but as pussy responded she no longer care if it were weird.

“Mrs. Johnson put the sausage in your pussy.” Josh said as he rubbed his hard cock.

Mrs. Johnson suddenly noticed the sausage in her other hand and began to move it toward her already moist pussy. The sausage was cold but it easily slipped inside her already wet cunt. She began to slide it in and out. It was doing the job.

“Oh this feels so Gooooood. I have not felt a real cock in my pussy for a long time,” Mrs. Johnson said to no one in particular.

Mrs. Johnson was moving the sausage in and out and Ralphee was sitting very close now. He wanted the sausage but began to smell Mrs. Johnson’s sex. This stirred something in Ralphee. Josh watched in amazement as Ralphee walked over to Mrs. Johnson and began to lick the pussy juice on her leg. He also managed to get his teeth on the sausage.

“What are you doing Ralphee?” Mrs. Johnson said in an alarmed voice and started to get up. Ralphee backed away and as he did he pulled the sausage out of Mrs. Johnson’s and sat there eating it. 

“Sit back down,” Josh commanded. Josh was watching this in amazement and definitely was not ready for the show to end. “Rub your pussy again. If Ralphee wants to lick you you’ll love it. It will feel great.”

Mrs. Johnson obediently sat back down and resumed her masturbation.

Ralphee finished eating the sausage and looked at Mrs. Johnson. She sat vigourly rubbing her clitoris and Josh and Ralphee watched. 

“Oh Gooooddd. I haven’t felt like this in years,” Mrs. Johnson moaned.

Ralphee again moved toward Mrs. Johnson smelling her scent. When he reached her his long pink tongue reached out and lapped her the pink folds of her pussy lips. 

Mrs. Johnson looked confused for a moment but as a smile appeared on her face as she took her hands off her pussy and spread her legs wid.  She became lost in the sensation of a wet dog tongue lapping at her most intimate area. Her clit was responding and she felt the power pent up sexual desire flowing through here. Part of her felt this was wrong but that was not the part that was controlling her actions.

“Oh Ralphee, Eat my Pussy, Yes yes Yes,” Mrs. Johnson was yelling at this point.

Ralphee complied as Mrs. Johnson open her legs wide and begin but buck with each lick of his tongue.

Josh walked right up to Mrs. Johnson and vigorously pulled his dick. He felt the pressure building and suddenly shot his load all over Mrs. Johnson’s chest. Mrs. Johnson was totally unaware of anything other than the intensity of the feeling between her legs.

“OOOhhhhh, oooooooooohh,” she screamed as she had the best organism in her life. Josh did not know what kinds of gifts he was giving. Of course whether these gifts of sexual organism was good or bad waits to be determine.

As Mrs. Johnson’s last orgasm subsided she slid off the chair and lay on the kitchen floor exhausted. “Ralphee you are a very good dog. I know this was a weird thing to do but God it felt good. Thank you Ralphee,” Mrs. Said as she talked to the dog. “And I know you are not going to tell anyone, are you?”

Ralphee just looked at her.

“Let Ralphee out,” Josh ordered.

Mrs. Johnson slowly got up off the floor. “Ralphee, it time for you to go home,” she said as she opened the door. Ralphee walked out following Josh as went unseen through the kitchen door.

As Mrs. Johnson went to take shower she noticed the cum on her chest. “There is no way this is cum. There was no one here,” she said to herself. She quickly dismissed the thought as she turned on the shower. As the cool water flowed over her she decided that they should get a dog. It would be good protection and she smile a big grin.



Control Ch. 02



Chapter Two: "Loss and Remembrance"

A world dark and asleep. A world for Geoffrey, spread across the night and empty of people. There are always some people up and about, aren't there, even at the end of the evening? Not now and not here. Geoffrey drives along a parkway, watching the streetlights move by smoothly and quietly, one every few seconds, an endless procession of them, dignified and calm. He passes through a few blinking traffic lights. The green of the dashboard dials is so peaceful it makes him think of things far away and untouched, soft luminescence from distant stars or the bottom of the sea. He is playing space music on his car radio, playing it quietly, as background. It fits the otherworldly instrument lights. It fits the majesty of the street lights. The world is almost perfect. Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht. The air smells green and sleepy. 

Geoffrey stops at a 24-hour gas station. Someone is moving around inside, but Geoffrey pays by credit card at the pump. There are no other cars. Near home he passes a police car, going the other way fast without the blue lights flashing. On his street one house has a window lit. The rest are completely dark. He finally sees another person, a middle-aged black man riding an unlit bicycle on the other side of the street, peddling smoothly through the night.

The house is stuffy. His and Anne's house, filled with things of hers he never got rid of. Anne's overdone couch. Her Modigliani print. 

The perfection of the night drains away. 

One of the cats greets him, so he pours her some dry food. He gets out four slices of bread and spreads peanut butter and strawberry preserves on them, and he pours a glass of milk. Then he takes the plate and the glass into the guest bedroom, off the living room, and turns on the computer. While it boots he eats the sandwiches and drinks the milk.

He types the URL of the Web site. He types it in with no hesitations or guesses. When the site comes up, he clicks on the "Subscribe Now" button. He pulls a credit card from his wallet.

Bill had shown him a streaming video file, the one that announced the live show. He decides to go there first. Start at the beginning. Click the fucking button, Geoffy.

* * * * *

I lost her. Shouldn't I let her go? Move on. She isn't for me anymore. She hasn't been for a year. Almost a year. When was it? September twenty-second. The first day of Autumn. My autumn. Oh quit being so melodramatic. Yeah. It's just that I can't seem to do it yet. 

He stares at the keyboard.

Anne and Geoffrey, sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g. They loved each other and lived together, and they were going to be married. It's like a breeze in the summer, something light and ephemeral and fresh, the sort of thing people turn their faces toward and smile. It is always like that until Geoffrey realizes he is going to follow the train of memories to the end. Then it's like waiting for the train wreck one knows is coming. Waiting for disaster. 

"You're my Anne of Green Gables," Geoffrey told her their first time together. When he thinks of her it is mainly of their sex. An effect of the Web site? More likely an effect of how and why she left. There were other things, their plans, their work, dinners, friends, but they fade. He remembers calling her his Anne of Green Gables. He remembers a lot about their first time. He was tracing her contours with his hand, across her small breasts and down her tummy and over her mons. He always wanted to touch her after sex. Sometimes it led to round two, but the touching was good whatever.

"I can't be," she laughed. "I've read that book, and he doesn't get her, but you got me almost right away."

"My nature girl. Pure-D luscious."

"I'm not that pure either, you dope. And I like cities. Unless you'll be my Tarzan and carry me away to live in the jungle with you. Our neighbors can be the Swiss Family Robinson." Then she said in a stage whisper, "We could spy on the parents making love at night." She never used the word "fuck." But truth to tell, she wasn't that pure, not in the old sense. He remembers when she bought him an illustrated "Kama Sutra" for his birthday and insisted they read it together and try some of the more plausible positions. She got to talking about lingams and yonis, much more erotic, she said, than penises and vaginas.

"My yoni is yearning for a long lingam to love," she whispered in his ear as he sat reading the paper one Sunday morning.

"Does that mean we're having pasta?" he teased. She bit his ear and he had to chase her into the bedroom and wrestle her to the mattress for a couple of hours. 

Geoffrey remembers that he first seduced her by cooking a meal of eggplant parmesan, angel-hair pasta, garlic bread, a store-bought Caesar salad, and a bottle of cheap sparkling wine. With Anne's help, his cooking improved dramatically. She could use some food now, he thinks. He told her one day he would eat a whole meal off her body. "Promises, promises," she smirked.

Then out of the blue, one night, Anne said, "You can try kinky things with me, you know." He wonders. Did that signal something, something I missed?

"Like what?"

"Well, what would you like to do to me?"

So Geoffrey blindfolded her and caressed and tickled her all over. He said, "You have to lie still, as though you're tied up."

When she was really hot he raised her legs up and pushed them to her chest. Then he spanked her, little stinging spanks he alternated with pushing fingers inside her.

But it wasn't just work and home, and it really wasn't just sex. He tries to think of things besides their sex. On weekends they sometimes drove up into the Smokies. In the summer they rafted or kayaked, once on the French Broad River, the other times with the hoards of weekenders on the Nantahala. Even thinking of those weekends, it's mostly the sex that stays with him. Anne looking for public places where she can stroke Geoffrey's fly and chance getting caught. Or searching out a clearing only yards from where rafters are floating by, and fucking within earshot of them. People are laughing and splashing the whole time, and Geoffrey muffles Anne's cries with his hand. Then they lie together and count how often dragonflies rest on their toes. Somehow Anne gets poison ivy on her leg.

A winter weekend they drove to the Biltmore Mansion, almost empty because of rain, where Anne pulled Geoffrey into an empty room filled with nineteenth century portraits and 1920s-era bric-a- brac. She closed the door and they did it dressed, just their pants pulled down, leaning against the door and listening for docents, though if someone had actually come along they wouldn't have had time to get dressed. Leaning against her afterward, she leaning against the door, Geoff couldn't stop himself from saying, "My favorite play: 'A Winter's Tail.'"

Later that winter they tried sex outside during their one big snowstorm, but Geoffrey almost got frostbite. No, not on his penis. That was kept nice and warm.

She liked his parents; he tolerated her mother. "She's not so bad, Geoffy. You just have to get used to her ways." Surprise of surprises, neither mother minded if they slept together when visiting, but his father wouldn't let them do it. Oh the fun, sneaking into Anne's room right next door to the parents and trying to fuck quietly on those old, squeaky springs. Of course they tried to get time alone in their parents' houses, so they could fuck on parental beds. Doesn't everyone?

Geoffrey wonders if Anne's mother knows how far her daughter has fallen. All the way down into Satan's world. Does she want to be in hell? Is it her desire? Does Anne visit her mother, and does her mother try not to mention how skinny her daughter is, or how odd she looks with all those piercings? Does her mother worry about anorexia?

Geoffrey proposed to Anne in the middle of cooking a six-course Chinese dinner for some of their friends, his shirt covered with stains from sauces and drippings, surrounded by dishes and pans. The kitchen was full of steam. He left the wok unattended to ask her. "Geoffy, you are so romantic!" They announced their engagement to everyone when they served the flan for dessert, and they toasted it with plum wine.

* * * * *

Anne coming home laughing about Satan. It's his first day. It's the end of the good memories. The spiral is quick in retrospect.

"You'd better watch out, Geoffy. He's the most gorgeous man any of us has ever seen."

"Who is?"

"The new exec they've sent down from New York to straighten out the Carolina division. Victor Bruno. They hired him from a firm that saves troubled companies like ours. Jane calls them a 'cut and slash' group because they give out a lot of pink slips. Anyway, you should have seen Maureen moon over him."

"And how much did Anne moon over him?"

"Oh, is my poor Geoffy all bothered?"

"And how safe is your job?" 

Later -- how much later? -- she comes home impressed. "He knows these things, Geoff. He knows the problems we're having, and he knows what questions to ask. He's not like those clowns they sent down before." Here's Victor slashing the office workforce by twelve percent and promoting Anne to be his administrative assistant. Anne spending ever more time with him. "I have to work late again, Geoff." She talking about him all the time. Yes. And not just about work. "Victor's been everywhere, Geoff!" Geoffrey remembers her repeating stories about sexual shenanigans among the high mucky mucks in boardrooms and executive offices, in Congress, in embassies. Victor isn't judgmental. "He's even joined in sometimes," Anne says. She almost gushes.

"Pretty cool. Did I ever tell you I was on the grassy knoll?"

One day, "Victor says he's like Lucifer."

"What does that mean?"

"That he rejects... how does he call it?... artificial restraints imposed on his actions. He says he's free to pursue life on his own terms, one of the few really free people."

"So he's really the Devil."

"Don't you dare say that in front of him!" 

"Oh I won't. Just remember, though -- God is on my side." After a second he looks over at her and asks, "What does my good Catholic girl think about his philosophy?" Anne ignores the question and continues making the salad.

The acceleration. Another day: "He told me you should tie me up and beat me, Geoffy."

Geoffrey just looks at her.

"He said you were lucky but shouldn't trust your luck. If I were his woman he would tie me naked in the hallway, and when he came home from work my body would be there for him to play with."

"Anne? What the hell is this? You're letting him come on to you?" Is that all I said? I probably wasn't even that strong.

"No! No he wasn't. It sounds strange, but you had to be there. We weren't alone, you silly. There were four of us there, Maureen, Jane, Victor, and me. Our work group. People were joking about relationships and it came up, somehow, about love and trust and things. You know. Anyway, it was funny when he said it. Funny but sexy too. It made me want to have you tie me up."

"I don't think so." Do it, damn it! Do it! Shit.

"You could spank me for being a bad girl and having this naughty conversation with my boss. I'm really awfully horny."

Finally looking Satan up on the Web. It's later in the game than you think. There's a Victor Bruno, all right, and he markets sex films, but there's no connection at all. Satan probably appropriated the name because of the sex tie-in. What's his real name? Does he have a real name? Oh don't be stupid.

Then. No reason to rush through this any further. Geoffrey's gotten to it. He didn't know it at the time, not exactly, and not certainly, but yes. Anne went with Victor to an organizational meeting at the Chicago office. When she came home she wanted to make love in the dark. They'd always used candles, but it was the second week before she'd consent to candles again. She also stopped talking about Victor. Geoff didn't press her on it. 

A few weeks later, Anne came home very late from work. It was a Thursday. She had told Geoffrey she'd have to work late, that there was a deadline, but it was two a.m. when she slipped in. He'd called her at ten, just to make sure she was okay, and the phone had rung a long time before she'd picked it up. She'd sounded breathless.

"I had to run down the hall from the copier room, Geoff," she had said. "It may be the wee hours. The whole work group is staying late."

Two a.m. She bathed and dressed in the bathroom and came to bed in a long gown. Too long for summer, and then she didn't want to snuggle. When she felt up to sex, a few days later, she wanted to make love in the dark again, but Geoffrey grew impatient and turned on a bed lamp and before she had a chance to cover up he saw a long, thin bruise on her left breast.

He can still see the bruise.

"What is that?" It was terribly silent for a moment, then she answered.

"I got banged by a filing cabinet, Geoff. Why? Am I suddenly under suspicion of something? Do you want me to account for my every moment?"

And Geoffrey apologized, of course. You don't accuse your beloved of what he thought, not without better reason. The next day, on a pretext, he called Jane, and during the conversation he asked if she'd enjoyed "E.R." last week.

"To tell you the truth, I've had it with that show. Dave turned to CNN half way through and we went to bed early." No, no, the meeting hadn't been as bad as all that. They'd gotten take-out Greek food, and it had broken up around eight. 

* * * * *

What do you do when you know? There are several options, none of them very good. Survey all the people who have had this particular revelation. You'll find people who have tried each, with indifferent results. What can you do? You can yell, but calling someone a whore seventeen times loses its effectiveness. Or be noble and talk about it. Then you're a wuss. Demand to know her intentions. But. But. Do you really want to be told you're number two now? Or worse? Leave, or better yet, kick her out. Now we're getting somewhere! Revenge! But it doesn't change the fact that once you were desired above all others, and now you're not. 

There's the other option. You can hide what you know, push it far down inside and try to pretend it doesn't exist. Try to act normal around her. Maybe it will pass. Maybe it's a phase, a thing, nothing. Try to touch her and kiss her in the usual way. Try to fuck as often, do the usual things, don't grimace when her mouth comes at you. Say "I love you" in your usual voice. 

Don't you dare cry in front of her! 

Cheat on her as much as she's cheating on you, by keeping everything secret, because you don't know what else to do and you're so afraid of losing her.

* * * * *

After staring out the window most of the day, Geoffrey drove home and began dinner. He made some angel-hair pasta and was broiling salmon to go in it when she came in the door.

"What's the special occasion?" she asked before she kissed him.

"Nothing, sweetie. I just wanted to show how much I love you." He gave her a peck. Was that semen on her breath? Oh sure. "Sparkling wine is open in the fridge."

They laughed a lot over dinner. She told a funny story about Maureen's boyfriend. Because he had cooked, she did the dishes, and while she was at the sink he walked up behind her and reached around to take both her breasts.

"I know. There's nothing like a woman being domestic. Right, Geoffy?" She shrugged him off and finished up.

He went to bed early and lit three sandalwood-scented candles. He worked himself up and waited for her, but when she finally came back she said, "I'm sorry, honey, but I had a bad day. I really don't feel up to it."

Of course. He understood. No he wasn't upset. He wasn't really all that sexy himself.

He lay in bed while she slept with her back to him, looking up at the ceiling, his left hand resting on her hip. After enough time had passed he went out into the living room and sat on the couch awhile.

* * * * *

Would it have been different if Geoffrey hadn't gone home when he did? If he'd endured the campus a few more hours? Met a few more students? Who among us can know the destinations of all the paths we don't take? He's thought about it and decided it wouldn't have made a bit of difference.

He left campus at lunchtime, and he remembers the glossy black Saab in the driveway. Victor hadn't bothered to park it down the block. Geoffrey parked at the curb. It was sunny. A mowing crew was working across the street. He waved to them. No jets fell from the sky to take his mind off what he was going to find. As he walked past the Saab he stared into it, at pale leather seats. Everything neat, precise. Tidy. Anne's car was in the carport. He didn't look at it, or at the crumpled burger wrappers, wax drink cups, or napkins she'd collected. He turned the kitchen door knob. It wasn't locked. No security at all.

Of course their voices carried out to the kitchen. They were in the guest bedroom, which opened off the living room, the room Geoff sits in now, clicking the icon that will show Anne announcing her subjugation to the world. Geoffrey leans forward and turns up the volume so he won't miss anything. It needs to be loud enough. Last year he was quiet. He closed the kitchen door silently. Anne was making sex cries, only partly cries, mostly gasps. The same breathy sounds she made for Geoffrey.

"Are you ready? It's time for you to cry." It was Victor's voice, Satan's voice, the one Geoffrey had only heard once or twice. It was a warm voice, deep, confident, well-modulated, the beautiful voice from the Web site.

Anne gasped once more, then said, "Please, Victor! Don't do it where it will show. Please don't. I can't hide everything."

Satan laughed a pleasant laugh. "Oh you'll have to hide these. Until they heal tell him you can't screw because it's your period."

Anne made another gasp. "I can't." She was panting. "It won't work. He doesn't care when I bleed."

"Well neither do I. Here we go."

Anne said "Aaaa!" It went on for several seconds. There was pain in it, but it wasn't a desperate sound. Not a loud cry, but high pitched and jerky and even more breathy. By the time she stopped Geoffrey was almost to the guest room. He stopped behind a dieffenbachia, as though he could hide behind it. Tonight he feels stupid about that, but the dieff almost stopped him. When he moved to the side he'd be able to see them.

Satan said, "You're a sweet little bitch, aren't you? You want it, don't you? I'm going to suckle it."

Anne cried "Aaaa" again, but it changed into a sex cry in the middle. A sex cry, but different. Her cries went on. Then her voice, breathless, "Finish me. Don't make me wait! Oh God, I'm so high!"

Geoffrey was just outside the door, gathering himself.

"No. First I'm going to do it where you can say it *is* from your period." 

Anne started crying out. It was then that Geoffrey rounded the door. Anne was tied tightly to the bed with cotton ropes, hands and feet at the four corners. There was a large towel underneath her body. Both she and Victor were naked, and along with everything else, Geoffrey remembers how struck he was by Victor's beauty. He had fine facial features, high cheekbones, large eyes, thick dark hair. He was muscular, dark, with a little chest hair, and he had a pale erection that ended with a thick head. 

Victor was leaning over Anne's vulva with a cutting tool in his hand. It held a single-edged razor. Anne's head was back and her eyes were closed. She's so beautiful, Geoffrey thought. Her face and neck were red and a vein swelled on her throat. There's more. A thin line of red ran off a nipple, meandered down her breast, and stopped at her chest wall. 

They would have noticed Geoffrey eventually, but he didn't wait.




Control Ch. 02



"You'll have to stop that now." 

Anne shrieked, but Victor turned to him with an amused look. As though he'd known Geoffrey was there all along.

"Well Anne, love. It looks like you're going to have to explain things to him earlier, rather than later." So they'd discussed him.

Victor rose and dressed, not in haste, not trying to hide his erection. Anne pulled at her ropes and turned her face from Geoffrey to Victor and back, while Victor buttoned his starched, white shirt. He dressed in a charcoal suit with faint pin striping. He draped a yellow tie around his neck. Anne was struggling and breathing hard. Not sex pants anymore. She looked desperate. Geoffrey never moved. He just stood there, waiting for Victor to leave. Another bit of red was visible at Anne's vagina. 

Finally, Victor loosened Anne's hands from the head and foot boards by giving each rope a quick pull. He walked past Geoffrey, who moved away to let him go, and down the hall. Tonight Geoffrey doesn't think he looked amused. That wasn't it. He looked satisfied.

* * * * *

"Anne. We're going to have to talk sometime. If you want me to leave, I will, but we have to talk eventually."

The moment she was free, she had grabbed her clothes, run into the bathroom, and locked the door. That was forty-five minutes ago. She hadn't responded to him, to his knocking or his voice. When he stood close to the door he could hear her breathing and moving around. 

Geoffrey sat down on the edge of the bed again, his hands clasped together between his legs, looking at the carpet. A drop of blood lay about three feet from the bed, on the bathroom side of it. He inhaled enormously and let the air out slowly. Another ten minutes passed. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom door.

"Okay, Anne. I'll go now. You can get hold of me at my office. When you can do it, we have to talk." He hadn't raised his voice once. 

There was the sound of something brushing against the door, then her voice came through it. "Don't go, Geoff. Don't. Please. Give me a minute." 

He stepped back, and a minute later she opened the door. She emerged slowly, looking downward, stepped around him, and sat on the bed. She was dressed in blouse and skirt, no shoes, no stockings. She looked at the floor. She was solemn. Geoffrey seated himself beside her, very carefully, far enough away so they didn't touch. 

They began the conversation. Many have had it. It marks almost the end of Geoff's memory of the event. It was quiet, with false starts and long breaks between statements. There was no reason for anyone to lie anymore. Not too much, anyway. The facts one might most want to hide were public. Anne spoke in a voice just over a whisper. Geoffrey spoke quietly and evenly, the voice of a man controlling himself, a man who mostly needed to resolve things, who knew there was nothing to be gained by shaming or yelling or threatening. The voice of someone resigned. Tonight he wonders: Why didn't I act more like a man?

She spoke first. "I'm sorry Geoff." She sighed. "I guess you know what was going on."

He didn't answer for a second. Then, "I know enough. What I don't know is, are we through?" His voice broke at the word "through." He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them she was looking directly at him for the first time.

"I don't know. I love you, Geoff. I'm sorry for all this. I do love you. I just don't know what is going to happen."

Geoffrey grimaced. He clenched his fists and took a breath. "Then I'll be going." 

"Why?"

More silence, while he thought.

"If you don't know, then you know. You want him. You want what he does. I can't stay with a person who wants another man like that. I can't, Annie." He stood.

"Wait. Please Geoff. Please don't go. I don't want you to go."

"So what am I to do? Be your housekeeper and hand holder while you decide how much you want someone who'll tie you up and mutilate you? You can't have everything, Anne. I won't do that for you."

After a minute, "He didn't mutilate me." 

Her first bit of resistance. Geoff almost smiles at the memory of the statement. Nice and feisty. His strong-willed Annie, throwing off her shame to set the record straight and assert herself. It was the first bit of herself in the talk. His Annie indeed. He didn't see it that way at the time, though. He didn't almost smile that time. He screamed at her.

"Oh, excuse me for misinterpreting!" Geoffrey stopped himself. Anne had cringed when he yelled. He held up his hands, fingers spread, and moved them out and back several times as though pushing away his feelings. When he spoke his voice was quiet and soft again. 

"It doesn't matter, Anne, just exactly what he was doing to you, or what you were doing with him. It's things I can't do. That I won't do. I won't compete for you that way. And I won't just wait for you to finish this voyage of self discovery. You can have him, but I'm leaving."

She started crying.

Two o'clock. Three o'clock. A lot gets said. A lot doesn't. There are agreements and there's bargaining. She won't see Victor anymore. She'll quit her job. They'll stay together. They'll sleep in the same bed. There's no hurry on sex, is there? They'll get through it. But three weeks later he came home to an empty house and the letter.

Geoffrey realizes how everything about breaking up is trite, repetitive, derivative. Maybe everything in life is like that. You fit yourself into one or another pattern that millions have followed and to you it's unique. It doesn't matter how common it is. It's your life. 

So there was a "Dear Geoffrey" letter. It doesn't matter how many there have been. He memorized the lines. She will always love him. It isn't him, but her. She has to go with Victor, her Morning Star. She can't keep cheating on Geoffrey, but has to make a clean break. She hopes he can forgive her one day. On and on, world without end, amen. She could have left out the part about the Morning Star. 

The evening and the morning are the first day of Geoffrey's new world. He finally clicks the icon.

End of Chapter Two. 



Control Ch. 02



He lay there, idly stroking himself, as she walked into the room. 

"Get your hands off that," she said, a sneer twisting her painted lips as she looked down at him. "That is, if you want to do anything but play with yourself tonight." 

He looked up, a bit shocked – but at the same time, the tone he'd never heard in her voice touched some hidden part of himself, and he felt his cock twitch in response. His hand slowed, still curled around his swelling flesh, and he licked his lips nervously. 

"You heard me," she said, and her fingers curled as well, around the black vinyl belt she wore. Slowly, she undid the clasp, and with an almost-imperceptible hiss it slid through the loops of the midnight-blue miniskirt that clung to her thighs. She held it threateningly, wrapped around her palm, until he slowly withdrew his hand and let it lay flat against the mattress; and at the same time, she let the belt slither from her hand and fall to the floor. 

"Very good," she said, turning her back to him and toying with the zipper to her skirt. "Just do what I say, and remember that I'm in charge," and slowly, she slid the zipper open to reveal just a hint of the cleft, only a shadow beneath the back of her stockings, but enough to let him know that she was not wearing panties. 

Without his hands moving, his cock jerked again, pointing somewhere between her head and the ceiling, and a low whine escaped his lips. He could feel his blood rushing like rapids, driven by the trip-hammer beating of his heart; he could hear it in his ears, could feel his face growing warm. She took another step closer, rolling the top of the skirt down over her hips, her belly curving over the tight band of fabric, her navel a soft, inviting shadow. She pulled the skirt down lower, a few downy hairs springing free, and let her hands roam back up her body for a moment, caressing her breasts through her shirt and then back down. 

She turned around again, and worked the skirt down over the swell of her ass, closer and closer to revealing the undercurve where it would meet her thighs. He groaned, clutching at the sheets to keep from moving, and wondered if a man could come without being touched. "Don't move," she warned him, and bent over to pull the skirt down, pressing her thighs tightly together, letting the fabric fall to the ground. He watched, rapt, that sweet, half-hidden valley his complete center of attention. 

When she turned around again, still clad in a dark tube-top and black stockings, the scent of her drifted to him, barely enough yet to sense, but it was there. "That's all you get," she murmured, half to herself, as if only deciding that moment. "You don't deserve to see the rest ... you don't need to see me." Her eyes, half-lidded, snapped wide open in an instant to capture his. "You aren't here to get anything, you're here to give." She came closer, her knees at the edge of the bed. Her stockings whispered against the sheet, taunting him with the nearness of her thighs. His fingers twitched, but he held her gaze and didn't even allow himself the luxury of shifting his weight forward.

Her thighs parted further, like a curtain drawn open – but she covered herself with one hand, hiding her deeper mysteries from his eyes. Her palm covered her mound, her fingers trailing down between her thighs – and slowly, those fingers sunk even deeper, and he knew she was stroking the slick folds, testing the waters, circling her clit teasingly; though he could see none of these things, was allowed to see none. She bent her head back, seemed to forget him for a moment, lost in her own pleasure. 

His cock ached, too long hard without the slightest touch, and he wondered if he could get away with leaning forward enough to move against the bed, to at least know some sort of contact. She continued to stroke herself, now sinking two fingers deep into her own wetness, her scent stronger in the air, humid, almost palpable. She's just going to stand there and get off in front of me, he thought. She's going to humiliate me and leave me with nothing. The least I can have is to rub off against the sheets. He held his breath, uncertain what to do. He almost moved – but no, he would not give an inch. 

And then her head came down again, eyes wide and warmer than before, as if she knew his struggle and was rewarding him for the restraint he'd managed. He felt what he'd given her so keenly, how the choice was so much more than if he'd been bound or blindfolded, how pleased she was. She kneeled on the bed beside him, bent down until her lips were beside his ear, her breath hot on the side of his neck. 

"You are mine, lover. You know how much that means, how much you've earned, just to belong to me." It wasn't a question, and he knew she didn't want a reply. He could feel her breasts around his shoulder, the fabric taut between them, sliding up and down as she spoke. "I wouldn't choose just anyone, you know. This –" and she suddenly, roughly, took his cock in her hand, twisting her fingers tight about the shaft – "is never enough." 

One time, she let her hand slide down to the base, down to rest against the dark curls of hair, and back up until her fingertips slipped from the slick head. She wiped a gleaming streak of wetness across his chest, from navel to nipple, and then moved around in front of him. Somehow, her tone was more intimate, though she was now straddling his stomach. 

"This is the final test. This is where I decide on one night ... or many." And without another word, without any instruction, she slid back at just the right angle and took him smoothly into her body. Her stockings rasped against his hips as she sat up straight and he was as deep as he could possibly go. 

Before she ever moved, before she even rippled her muscles against him, it was almost unbearable. His whole being was centered in her flesh surrounding his, in the heat, the tidal, shifting wash of her, and he could already feel a matching surge starting from somewhere deep inside him and rising. She leaned forward just enough to put her hands on his shoulders, only to brace herself – she knew he'd not need to be pinned down – and only then, looking deep into his eyes, did she begin to press down on her knees and raise her hips, lifting and falling around him. 

The sheets weren't enough – he reached out further, clutching desperately at the edges of the mattress, and gripped them until his knuckles turned white. She was beautiful and liquid and pure impossible pleasure all around him, and he had no idea how he was holding back from moment to moment. 

She began to cry out, riding him faster, her pelvis crashing down against him, one hand sliding between them to stroke her clit and then back out, both hands spreading behind his back, arching it, lifting his body further against her. The surge had turned into the crash of some powerful surf inside his body, rising higher each time it flowed through him, and he gritted his teeth and thrust his head back, pushing it down a little but wanting so badly to give up the fight, to lose all control and let it fill him. 

Somehow, she could feel it in him, she could read the tautness of his muscles. "No, not yet, not yet, my sweet," she moaned, while her body countered her words by gripping him tighter, and she lifted her shirt, falling down against him to rake her nipples up and down his chest before riding him again, breasts flying free, hair wild and clinging to her neck, to her forehead. Her body shined in the streetlight from the window as her body began to shake, as her cries became louder. 

She screamed then, a cry starting deep in her throat and ending at heights beyond hearing, gripped him tighter than ever, and flooding him in a burst as she came. He could feel each wave of pleasure, the first few pushing him back flat against the bed, then becoming a bit more bearable, and suddenly he could feel the rush of his own orgasm, teetering right on the edge of being inevitable ... and somehow, he pushed it back one more time, while she rode, gasping, through the aftershocks – 

And then she looked down at him, smiling, and speeded up her pace again, saying evenly at the same time only one word: "Now." Tears filled his eyes. 

At the same time as each barrier he'd built was destroyed and he exploded within her like a miniature star being born, crying her name over and over, she came again as well, her whole body shaking. She clutched at him, crushing her body against his, and as he turned his head to breathe, she took her earlobe between her teeth and hissed, "Oh yes, you are so fucking mine." He remembered nothing else. 



Control Ch. 02



"Watch out boys, she'll chew you up!" Michele sang to herself. That's me I'm a man-eater. Michele chuckled it was Friday night and she had a whole week off to play. Who knows - maybe this time she might actually find "the one". She snorted, pulling on her stockings with a smirk. And maybe pigs would fly.

One last check in the mirror perfect. Smokey grey eyes, subtle rose lips. The magenta in her v-necked blouse highlighted her cheekbones, also accentuating her generous and perky breasts. Her legs were beautifully on display from thigh to ankle in a black miniskirt and elegant pumps. The lace from the top of her sheer black stockings just barely peeped out from the hem of her skirt. Her lingerie was new black lace, delicate and expensive. A dab of Chanel on her wrists, behind her ears and between her breasts, and she was ready for the hunt.

***

The Wild Grouse Inn was as full as the brilliant moon, and Michele surveyed the scene with anticipation. There was a great blues band wailing away to the packed dance floor, every seat at the bar was filled, as was every table in the main lounge. Off to the side she noticed the pool tables were also occupied, but wait there he was. Tall, broad shouldered, trim dark beard - Mmmmmmm look at those forearms. No girlfriend hanging around, good, good. Michele ignored the tiny voice in her mind that said, "Not for you dear, he can do much better."

She licked her lips and sauntered up to the table as he lined up his shot. She admired the way she could see the well-developed muscle move across his back through his shirt as he bent over, concentrating. Smoothly, he pulled his arm back and struck the cue ball with a precise stroke, just a little English, and the cue shot across the table, striking the 8-ball about 2/3's of the way down the table, banking it twice and sinking in the far pocket.

"Nice shot!" said Michele, smiling. "All alone tonight?"

He set down the cue and looked her over slowly, measuring her with his eyes. A slow smile spread across his lips.

"Thank you darlin'. I'm guessing I'm not alone now."

Michele batted her eyelashes and extended her hand.

"My name's Michele. You looking for some company tonight?"

"I'm Gene, darlin'". He enclosed her hand in his own and looked her in the eye as he brought it to his lips. Michele felt herself flush, unused to such confident, cool gaze. "You're a very pretty girl, but does your momma know you're out?"

Stung, Michele jerked away.

"I'm old enough to know what you want, daaar-lin.'" Waste of time, she thought to herself, go for someone easier. Still he was as gorgeous a guy as she'd seen in a while, and she knew he liked what he saw. "Buy me a drink."

Gene chuckled. Trouble, he thought, not for me.

"No."

Michele pouted, mockingly, and stepped back towards him.

"Awww, why not? I'll make it worth your while." she purred, reaching up to stroke his face.

Gene caught her hand, drawing it in to twirl her around until her backside snugged up against him. Pointing to the door with his other hand, he put his lips to her ear.

"I'll buy a woman a drink, but only if she asks nicely. You, baby girl, ought to go home before you get yourself in a fix, playing at being a grown-up." He released her gently, giving her a little pat on the butt. "Go on home, now."

Michele was momentarily speechless. No one dismissed her like that!

"You're kidding me, right?" she exclaimed, "You know daaah-lin', maybe I was looking for a little trouble! But I just don't think you've got what I'm looking for." She strode away, making sure her hips swung, so that arrogant asshole would know exactly what he was missing.

Gene shook his head. Nice ass - too bad she acts like a spoiled little brat. Still...

He shook his head again and racked up the balls for another round.

***

His name was Vincent, and he had fulfilled the requirement. He needed her. Michele could see it in his eager posture, could hear it in his animated voice. Michele was charming, her throaty laugh pealing often as Vincent complimented her outrageously, artlessly; with the adoration she craved shining in his warm brown eyes.

"Vincent, let's get out of here, OK?" Michele looked him straight in the eye and leaned in close. "Let's get to know each other better, what do you say - at your place, maybe?"

Vincent stood up so fast he knocked the barstool over, making Michelle double over in laughter. He grinned sheepishly, righting the stool and taking her by the arm quickly, as if not to let her get away.

As they passed by the pool room, Gene looked up from his game, and shook his head again when he saw Michele leaving. Poor thing, he thought, guess she found what she was looking for. He sighed and signaled the waitress for another drink.

***

Vincent chatted with her about the usual things as they drove to his place. Anything but what was palpable, electric, and unsaid, hanging in the air between them. Amused, she watched his slim hands tremble on the steering wheel as he drove. Finally he seemed to screw up his courage, and got down to business.

"Do you really want to do this?" Vincent asked shyly, "Just like that?"

"Yes Vincent, I know quality when I see it."

"You're not - " he started, seeming embarrassed, "Well, you're not a pro or anything, are you?"

Michele frowned prettily, but smiled inside, knowing she had him.

"Did I ask you for anything? I just like to have fun."

"Why me? You're a very beautiful young woman. It's not like a guy gets offers like that from someone like you every night."

"You looked lonely." Said Michele. "I just want to make you happy - it makes me feel good. Is that so unbelievable?"

Vincent grinned and shook his head. "Un-be-leev-able."

Michele chuckled. She needed this. Vincent was charming, complimentary, and had responded to her offer with an eagerness that was rapidly erasing the humiliating dismissal of earlier this evening. And she had picked well, taking in the supple leather seats of his car, and the thick gold jewelry he wore. This would be a pleasant diversion, to be sure, especially entertaining, as a more successful man would be hurt that much more by her eventual rejection. She might string this one along a little, just for fun. Vincent turned into a quiet residential area, turned a few corners and then pulled into the driveway of a mid-sized rancher. A tall cedar hedge surrounded the property. Just lovely, Michele thought, a nice change from the usual.

Vincent got out and quickly came around to open the door for Michele. He took her hand and helped her out of the car, and Michele smiled sweetly at him, thinking how easy this was going to be. He led her up the walk and opened the door, indicating that she should enter. Michele stepped into the entryway and froze as Vincent shut the door behind them. Two large German Shepherds, one white, one black and tan, stood about two feet from her, hackles raised, growling.

"Winter! Storm! Hold!" commanded Vincent, in a totally different tone of voice than Michele had heard from him earlier. The dogs sat instantly, and fell silent.

"Ummmm - nice dogs." Michele stammered, "Are they friendly?"

Vincent helped her off with her coat, a little too briskly for her taste.

"They are well-trained. They won't hurt you, as long as I tell them not to." Michele's mouth went dry. Vincent seemed different, here the gentleman was gone, replaced by someone harder, threatening. He kicked off his shoes and bent, removing hers as well then stood up behind her. His breath blew hot in her ear and she shivered. "And as long as you are a good little bitch, I won't."

Michele tightened up, all sense of surety vanishing with these words. She'd made a terrible mistake. If she wasn't very, very careful, and very lucky, she was going to be hurt badly.

"Storm, guard. Winter, watch." The darker dog trotted to the door and sat, alert. Vincent took Michele tightly by the wrist and led her down the hall, and white shepherd followed. He pushed he into what she presumed was a bedroom, and this time the door shut with a slam. He did not turn on the light. She stood, blind waiting for what would come next.

Michele felt Vincent's breath on her neck.

"I'm going to strip you now, pet." He purred. "Just do as you're told and we will get along fine." He reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Michele started panting lightly, trembling. "That's right," he unclasped her skirt, "there is nothing you can do now but obey."

His words were calm, but with each one Michele grew more agitated. This was wrong, she had chosen wrong, and as her skirt followed her blouse she felt a cold spike of panic shoot through her as she felt smooth metal press against her thigh. He's got a knife a knife oh my god he's got a knife!

"You're afraid now, pet, aren't you?" Vincent demanded, the cool metal slid up her thigh and the waistband parted. "You need to stay very still now." He smacked Michele's ass, and she cried out. "Shut up! Not so fucking sure of yourself now, are you? Prancing around expecting us to come begging at your feet for a little attention." Vincent's voice rose as he continued.

"Shaking your little ass so they'll buy you drinks, peddling your little pussy for some jewelry, that's how it is, isn't it?" He drew in close again, encircling her with one arm, placing the knife on her belly. "You picked the wrong man to work your little ways on, bitch." The knife slid under the band of her bra, between her breast, and with a practiced flick, it too parted and fell away. Tears flooded Michele's eyes as she stood, frightened, shaking and completely naked.

The sharp click of his belt cracked though the dark and Michele started. Once the sound of triumph, it was now terrifyingly sinister. Again, Vincent grabbed her wrist, and jerked her forward. She could barely make out the shape of a bed. He turned, sitting down on the edge, and spread his legs. Vincent pulled her down between them roughly.

"Gobble my cock, my little pet - if you do a good job I make sure you're done right by."

Now Michele was in familiar territory. She reached forward to take his cock in her hands, but Vincent kept hold of her wrist.

"No, pet, with your mouth, there's a good girl." Michele took the head of his cock between her lips tentatively, and Vincent made an impatient noise, grabbing the back of her head with his free hand and shoved her head down. Michele choked, gagging as his cock hit the back of her throat. She reached up again to push him away.

"None of that, now." Vincent growled. His grip tightened on her. "I said I wanted you to do a good job." His fingers curled in her hair and twisted it cruelly. "Winter, come." Although Michele could not hear it approach on the carpet, she could make out ghostly form of the shepherd as it padded up to them and sat down beside her. She could smell its breath, fetid and meaty. Vincent forced her head down again with a groan, and Michele squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself anywhere but here, doing anything but this. Vincent's cock slammed down her throat, and he grunted deeply with every stroke.

Michele sputtered, gagged, trying desperately to grab a breath in-between. His smell was nauseating reeking sharply of urine and old sweat. Thrust gag gasp oh god would this ever stop shove thrust - choke

"Suck it, bitch!" Still she fought to grab air, crying out when he pulled and struggling for purchase. The shepherd started to whine and the tears streamed down Michele's face in fear, pain and humiliation. Ramming cock bruised her throat viciously, vice-like claw pulling her hair, and in her ears, growling, whining, grunting, man indistinguishable from animal.

Then Vincent slowed his pounding and started talking to Michele in a low, sneering tone.

"Oh, no, my pet. Don't think you can get away with a little blowjob. I want you to understand your place, here, now, and from now on." Letting go of her hair, he slid his hand down on her neck and mashed her face to his crotch, suffocating her. "Tell her, Winter." The shepherd started to growl fiercely in a rolling, terrifying snarl and Michele screamed around Vincent's cock, choking as he gave her another vicious thrust. She felt her gorge rise. Vincent yanked her head up quickly; pulling her hair again so her head cracked back, and at first she thought the clicking sound was her neck breaking. Glaring light suddenly blinded her.

"Lazy little whore." Crack! Vincent slapped her hard; her jaw felt as if it would shatter. "Answer me, bitch!" Michele's vision cleared, and she could see his face screwed up in a visage of hate.

"Please, Vincent, if you'll just take it easy on me I can make it very nice." Michele begged. Vincent drove her head down again, suffocating her.

"You're all the same," he continued conversationally. "Thinking all you have to do is bat those big blue eyes of yours and we'll fall at your feet. Isn't that right?" He hauled on her hair again, forcing her gaze back to him.

Oh, god, she thought, what can I say to make him stop? "No, no, all I want is to make you happy, make you come, please Vincent, let me!" 

"Liar!" Vincent roared, belting her again. Michele shrieked. "You think you're so smart. You use your tits as a meal ticket, making some spineless sap work his fingers to the bone to keep you in lipstick." He pushed her back down. "And if he doesn't do what you say, you pussy whip him until he gives in." Michelle saw black flowers bloom before her eyes as she began to suffocate, choking hard now. "And when you've used him up you throw him away and move on to the next." Slam, slam, slam. "I know your type. Lying around all day with your fingers in your cunt." Michele was a rag doll; Vincent pumped her head up and down on his cock mercilessly, pulling her back up as she started to convulse. "Waiting for your latest sugar daddy to bring home the bacon." He sneered.

Michele's voice was raw. "Vincent, please!"

"Call me Master, bitch I'm not one of your little conquests." Back down, slam, slam, slam. Michele saw fireworks behind her closed eyes each time his cock crashed against the back of her battered throat. Michele felt the fight going out of her - He was right, after all. She couldn't remember how many times she had done just that, used them up and threw them away.

"I should mark your pretty little face so that no one will every get sucked in by your tricks ever again." He fucked her face hard, and Michele's entire body seized in protest, making ugly urking sounds while she gagged. Again, he pulled her head up. "You know I would, don't you, slut?" He slapped her brutally, and she keened in agony. "Mark you as my own little fucktoy. If you're good you can sleep with the dogs." Once more, he grabbed her head with both hands and forced her down, slamming past her uvula and down her throat, holding her there. "Even that's too good for you."

There was nothing left in Michele's mind but the punishing meat asphyxiating her, tearing hair, the menacing dog and the mindless fear, the shame, the defeat enveloping her. Dizziness overcame her and she felt herself fade, only to be viciously hauled back to reality as Vincent pulled her off his cock once more.

Vincent waited a moment for her to recover.

"Look at me now and tell me what you are." Michele's will died as she looked into Vincent's eyes. She realized that he was completely crazy and that she might not make it out of here but she found she didn't care. Something inside her broke, because deep down, she did feel worthless. She deserved this. This was her punishment for who she was and what she had done. Vincent chuckled in triumph, his grip on her head loosened and she bowed her head.

"It's all right now, pet." Michele heard Vincent's tone soften, and she looked up, confused. One of his hands slipped behind her head now and cradled it gently. "Tell me now, and I won't hurt you anymore." She felt grateful that the pain had stopped, but still shame flooded her and she started to cry again, tears mixing with sweat and snot.

"I'm a whore." she sobbed. Her voice croaked with the abuse her throat had taken. "Master." She whispered.

"Yessss, pet. Tell me." Vincent cooed. He grabbed his cock and began to rub it against Michele's lips.

"A lazy little slut. I'm worthless, Master."

"That's it, pet, go on!" Vincent beat his cock against Michele's face now, grunting again.

"Good for nothing. Not even worth fucking."

"That's a good little slut - there's more, come on, tell me everything." Vincent was close now, sure of his victory.

"A lying little fucktoy. If anyone knew who I really was-" Michele's voice broke.

"What, slut?" Vincent's voice was encouraging, but shaking now, he just needed to hear her say one more thing. "What would they do?"

"They'd hate me." They all hate me..

Vincent grasped her hair and pulled her head back one last time, pounding her face until his cock erupted, come shooting in her hair, up her nose, splattering over her face. He whimpered as he came, then let his cock rest against Michele's upturned face. It felt like a maggot as it twitched and oozed.

Abruptly, Vincent let go of her head, tossing her to the floor.

"All right bitch. I'm finished with you. Get dressed and get out." He stalked out of the room. A few moments later, Michele heard a door slam, then the shower running. Dazed, she wiped her face absentmindedly, knowing nothing except that it was over. For now.

It was over! She had to get out! Now! Adrenaline kicked in and her eyes snapped open, darting around the room furtively. The dog was gone too. She spied her sad little puddle of clothes and crawled over. Pawing though the pile automatically for her underwear, she let out a tiny squeal of revulsion picking up the ruined lace and remembered the knife. She shuddered, the chill of fear giving her a boost of energy, she stood up quickly, throwing on her blouse and skirt. Where was her coat, her shoes? She wracked her brain for a minute. Where, dammit? Fear and humiliation made her mind a malestrom.  Front closet. Her clutch purse was in the front pocket, having put it there when she it into his car - she shuddered again, violently, and she opened the door carefully.

She looked up and down the hall, the coast was clear. As quietly as she could she crept out of the doorway, turning down the hall to the door. She could see the closet was still open, her sleeve of her coat sticking out. There were two huge deadbolts on the front door. What if they needed a key? She started down the hallway slowly and then froze and she heard not just one, but both of the shepherds start to growl behind her. Michele panicked then, breaking into a run. The dogs followed after her, barking. Sprinting past the closet and she tore at the sleeve of her coat, grabbing it and clutching it to her chest with one hand. No time for shoes - get away, get away! Please let the door be open. , in her mind she chanted - Please let it be unlocked, please, please, please!

Reaching the door, she tried the handle was elated when it opened quickly, letting her out into the night air. In her stocking feet she ran a block, another, and then another before she ran out of breath. She wasn't being followed. The dogs were gone, he was gone, and she had made it out. Her euphoria quickly dissipated as she felt the rough sidewalk abrade her feet. She shrugged her coat on, not recognizing the neighborhood, but feeling the need to keep going, get as far away as she could.

***

Michele trudged mindlessly, turning at corners randomly, hurting and exhausted. Then she found herself on a main road and as she searched for a street sign she saw the one thing that might help her right now an all-night Denny's was just at the next corner. Coffee, she thought. Sit down for a moment. Take stock. She walked in and saw the grill bar was empty. She collapsed onto the stool and put her head in her hands. The waitress noticed her, startled at her appearance, started to ask for her order, then thought better of it and walked away. Michele didn't care; she needed a moment to collect herself.




Control Ch. 02



The jingle of the door chime shook Michele out of her reverie. She glanced up at the clock. 4 AM. Thoughts of what just happened and what she needed to do swum around in her head but she couldn't focus or make a plan. A doctor. The police? Forget it. She had gone with him willingly, and that's all they would consider. She was a slut anyway they'd take one look at her and laugh, knowing her for the trash she was. Lost in her swirling thoughts, she was barely aware of the activity around her.

***

Gene opened the door to Denny's, thinking he'd just grab a quick cup of coffee before calling it a night. It was very late and he was tired, but he had been restless ever since he'd seen the silly girl leave with that scumbag from the bar. Maybe he was worried. He'd seen Vincent many times before, and knew what he was. He always came alone, leaving with someone, but he never returned with the same woman. Occasionally, Gene had seen Vincent show up with a woman, and they all had the same look cringing, cowering - subservient. Gene never understood the dynamic that went on there, only that he felt sorry for the women and despised the jackasses that did it to them.

He strode up to the counter noting the rather sad looking case slumped there, then did a double take it was Michele, only she looked much different from when he'd last seen her. Her hair was a matted mess. Her stockings were torn and where the hell were her shoes? Fuck, that bastard. He sat down beside Michele, signaling the waitress for a couple cups of coffee. When they came, he turned the sugar dispenser over one of them, letting it run, then added a couple of creamers. He touched Michele on the shoulder gently, and pushed the coffee over to her.

"Hey darlin'," he said softly, "Thought you could use this."



Control Ch. 02



There is a chapter 1 to this story if you would like to read in order :) I appreciate any feedback. Hope you all enjoy...

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He presses his body down on me, keeping his lips on mine. My raised legs wrap around his body instinctively, pulling him tightly against me, not wanting to break this contact. His hand snakes around the back of my neck, winding my hair around his fingers, tugging gently, making me moan against his tongue. His other hand is stroking over the welts on my ass which is now raised slightly off the chaise as I cross my ankles behind him. 

I cry out as he takes a firm hold of my ass and squeezes, putting pressure right on the marks he had just left on me. I'm looking up at him as he does this and see the flash of joy in his eyes at my reaction as he smiles down at me. He pulls gently at my thigh, encouraging me to loosen my grip on him. My cheeks flush and I mumble an apology, uncrossing my ankles and lowering my legs to the side. He untangles his hand from my hair and pushes up off me. I feel cold and miss his weight on me. I start to push myself up to sitting but catch his eye as I do and lower myself back down. My legs are still spread with my feet placed on either side of the chaise. 

"I didn't tell you to get up did I?"

"No sir, sorry sir."

He turned around then and walked over to our cases. He placed them up on the bed and unzipped them both, flipping the lids backwards. He surveyed the contents of mine and I could see him nodding in approval at what he could see. I tried to remember what I'd packed last and remembered suddenly. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, groaning out loud when I remembered the underwear I'd thrown in at the last minute. Red lacy knickers and a red underbust corset. I'd hesitated at bringing it, thinking it too slutty, but had a last minute change of mind and threw them in along with my 4 inch high red stilettos. I regretted not at least making more of an effort to hide them in amongst the rest of my clothes.

"Stand up, little sub," he said firmly but quietly.

"Yes sir," I said as I struggled to get to my feet quickly.

I stood at the foot of the chaise, awaiting my next instruction, my hands loosely clasped behind my back. I looked up and saw him watching me. It was then that I remembered my half dressed state. I must look a mess, I thought. My skirt pushed up around my waist, my hair disheveled and my pussy on display. As I stand, my thighs brush against one another and I quickly spread my feet slightly to stop them aggravating the welts on the other. As his eyes continue their journey over my body I feel my pussy tightening, becoming even more wet if that's even possible. My heart is thudding in my chest and my breasts are rising and falling rapidly as I try to compose myself.

"What is this?" he asks, holding up the knickers and corset.

"I...I...I bought them for you sir. As a surprise sir." I stammer. I can barely look at him. 

A smile plays on his lips. He's enjoying this. 

"You really are trying to please me, aren't you, little sub?"

"Yes sir " I whisper while looking down, trying to hide my embarrassment. 

I hear him stride across the room to me, quickly, before I can even react he has his hand around my throat and is using this as leverage to force me to look up.

"I told you I wanted to be able to hear you. No whispering. Now, tell me, are you trying to please me by buying underwear that a slut would wear. No, no, don't struggle. You have to admit, the colour alone makes it slutty. I can only imagine how that will look against your pale skin. But it won't even cover your tits. What kind of self respecting young woman would wear something like that for a man? Exactly. None. Only a slut would. And that makes you a slut." 

The entire time he's talking to me, his hand is getting tighter around my throat. I can feel my lungs protesting as they try to fill up, the blood rushing in my ears, everything is growing a bit fuzzy in my mind. I keep my hands behind my back, trying to focus intently on what he is saying to me. I can feel my body starting to weaken, wanting to collapse to the floor when he suddenly lets go and I fall against him. 

"So tell me, did you buy that slutty underwear to please me?" He breathed into my ear. 

"Yes I did sir," I gasped out as loud as I could.

"And what does that make you?"

"It makes me a slut sir," I replied, still leaning on him.

"Good girl, we're getting somewhere at least."

I wasn't sure whether to be offended by his words or not, being treated like a misbehaving little girl. But my tummy flipped at his words and my indignation disappeared. 

"Now, strip for me."

I pulled back, looking up at him in shock. He had asked me to undress for him before, but I was taken aback for some reason. He retreated to the armchair in front of the desk which he had pulled out to face where I was standing. I took in a deep breath and released my hands from their own grip at my lower back. I let them adjust to being by my side again and pulled my skirt back into place, relishing the feeling of the fabric against my caned backside. 

I took my time, moving my hips to get it in place, soft moans escaping from my mouth as I did. My hands moved up my sides then, my fingertips trailing up my clothed body, over my breasts, taking my time when I reached my nipples. Enjoying the slight contact. I reached the buttons of my blouse, and with shaking fingers, I began to unbutton it slowly. My eyes were flitting between my master's face and his crotch. He had been hard when he went and sat down, but I could see almost imperceptible little twitches beneath his trousers now as I revealed more of my body to him. I left my blouse tucked in until I got to the last button.

"Turn around for me, slowly, while you take off your blouse."

I felt my cheeks flame, knowing he wanted me to feel exposed and on show. Slowly shifting from foot to foot I turned on the spot, continuing to pull my blouse free from my waistband. I had my back to him once it was completely free as I reached up and swept my hair to one side. I then slid it back off my shoulders until my bra strap was visible. Gathering the unbuttoned edges together in front of me, I continued to turn for him. Once I was facing him again I let my arms fall to my sides and the blouse slid off my body and to the floor. 

I was looking down at that point, waiting to see if he had any further instruction for me. I looked up past my lashes to see his reaction. He had been sitting casually before, each arm resting beside him on the arms of the chair, but now he had one hand placed over his crotch and I could see him placing pressure down. 

I stood in front of him dressed only in a skirt, heels and sheer, lace black bra. My nipples were hard beneath the fabric, as a result of the friction against the soft fabric and of my state of arousal, and were clearly visible through the lace. I could only imagine how I looked to him at that point, but his reaction made me feel desired. His eyes never left my body so I continued to strip for him. 

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt, at either side. I turned again, my hips rising ad falling in turn. Once my back was too him once more, I started to pull my skirt down slowly. As it slid down my body, over my hips, grazing the cane marks on my ass, I couldn't help but moan loudly. This performance for him, although making me feel self conscious, was only increasing my arousal. 

I could have let the skirt fall to the ground once it was past my hips, but instead I kept it gripped in my fingers and started to bend over while pushing it all the way to the ground. The hem hit the ground and only then did I let it go. My ass was in the air and I was bent over, just more than ninety degrees. My legs were slightly parted, my pussy most likely in his view. 

Down to my bra, which may well not be on for all its sheer material covers and heels. I started to slowly right myself but was interrupted by his voice.

"Stop. Stay bent over. Spread your legs wider and hold your ankles."

"Yes sir," I said, letting my body fall back towards the ground, further this time in an attempt to follow his instructions.

Bent over like this I felt so much more exposed, my cunt open to my master's view, to his use. My ass in the air, ready for whatever he would do to it. I felt uncomfortable and self conscious to a whole new level. My hair had fallen over my head, creating a curtain around me, meaning I couldn't see anything above floor level. I heard, rather than saw, him pick up and place back down several items from the table. My tummy flipped in anticipation for what he was going to do to me in such a vulnerable position. I saw his feet approaching me. He was still fully dressed, making me feel so awkward in my state of undress. 

My muscles were already feeling stretched beyond what they're used to and I tried to shift slightly to make them less so. I heard the familiar noise of the nipples clamps as he walked to me. My nipples stiffened and tingled. Stopping in front of me, he lightly rested his hand on my ass, making me press against him, desperate for his harsh touch.

"Patience, my little sub." He said as he caressed my ass. He startled me by dragging his fingernails over my skin and I arched my back, causing my ass to press deeper into his touch. 

I cried out as the first spank landed, shocked at the force. My body moved forward as his hand made contact again, but the third I was more prepared for and managed to hold myself still. My initial cries turned to to groans of pleasure as my ass started to warm and the tingle caused by his hand spread across it. Each blow that landed on a previously caned area only made me groan louder. Several times his hand came in contact with my pussy and I was biting my lip to keep from screaming out by then. 

My legs were shaking by then, struggling to hold me up. I felt his hand weave into my hair once more and pull me upright. He was standing behind me and pulled me against him, let me feel his cock through his trousers, the fabric of which was making my ass feel like it was on fire. I was writhing against him in an attempt to relieve some of the pain but it only increased it. And made me want his cock badly.

He let go of my hair then, letting me rest back against him for a moment as his hands came to rest on my tits. He started to handle them roughly, squeezing and massaging them with his strength. I keep my hands by my sides, letting him use me mercilessly. My mind was hazy with lust and need by that point, wanting him to do whatever he wanted to me. Anything.

I found myself pleading with him to stop as I struggled under his hands. Empty, meaningless pleas since I knew he wouldn't stop until he was ready to. My hands stayed by my sides the entire time, invisibly bound by the control he held over me, mentally as well as physically. Knowing that he expected me to accept whatever he gave me, to obey his every command. 

My tits were feeling so tender and bruised beneath his fingers by the time he stopped and ran his hands down my stomach, curving around my waist and coming up my spine. He used a little force to push me away from him as he unclasped my bra, his hands sliding over my shoulders under the straps to push it away from my body. My tits weighed down when they were free, feeling even more tender. He threw my bra off to the side, and his fingers returned to my nipples. 

Circling them and stroking them as I leaned back against him again, my burning ass grinding against his cock still. He started to get rougher with them, pulling and twisting, enjoying my gasps and squeals. He dug his fingernails into my nipples and used them to twist my nipple round and pulled away from my body until I was on my tip toes with my back arched, begging him repeatedly to let me go. He toyed with me, loosening his grip, letting me sink back down every so often, the tightening his grip again. Over and over. 

Finally he did let go, so suddenly that I found myself thrown off balance and I fell to my knees as my body tried to curl up in a protective way. But I kept my body open to him, knowing that to cover myself would lead to punishment. 

He sat on the edge of the chaise, facing me now. His fingers were stroking over my aching nipples, flicking at them every so often. His face was a picture of concentration and lust. His hand disappeared into his pocket then and came out with the nipple clamps. Those deliciously stingy clover clamps that we both liked so much. I knew to keep my eyes open for him,to look him in the eye as he out them on my sensitive nipples. I couldn't keep myself from crying out as the first one bit into my flesh. As I adjusted to the feeling, the weight from the chains attached causing it to tighten and tighten, he started to place the second one on.

He placed it over my erect nipple an started a cruel game, letting it tighten on my skin then opening it again. He did this again and again until I was begging him to stop, struggling to keep eye contact with him, my head dropping forwards, my eyes closed in an attempt to cope with the pain. He continued to play this game until I held his gaze, my eyes glaze over with need, then he let go firmly and my nipples were both clamped. 

He tugged on the chains a few times, just out of simple enjoyment of my reaction. 

He stood above me for what felt like minutes, but was most likely only seconds. My body was shaking from the intensity at which it had been used up until now and I was desperate to feel him inside me. 

"Please sir, please can I touch your cock sir?" I surprised myself by asking, not even sure what had been about to come out of my mouth when I started speaking. 

"Beg me properly and we'll see," came your response.

"Please sir, please let me touch your cock sir. I want to feel you in my mouth so badly sir. Can I please suck your cock sir? Please please please let me lick and suck your cock sir," I begged him, feeling so desperate, I was willing to do anything, "please let me sir, please?"

"You really must be desperate to be kneeling there, begging like the submissive little whore you are," he replied, while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. 

I was licking my lips, readying my mouth for his cock, desperate to taste him, to feel him in my throat. As he pulled his cock from his trousers I moved forwards towards him, almost touching him with my lips when I felt the slap across my face. The force caused my body to jerk and the clamps swayed on my tits. 

"Did I give you permission you slut?"

"No sir, I'm sorry sir. I just, I just," I trailed off.

"You just what?"

"I just assumed sir, I'm sorry sir."

"Beg me properly this time."

"Please sir, please please please let your little sub use her mouth to please you. Please fuck my mouth, fuck my throat sir. I am here for your pleasure and I desperately want to show you that sir. I'm in need of your cock in my mouth sir, please let your little sub suck and lick your cock sir, please please ple..." before I could get the last word out, he had pinched my nose closed, my mouth opened in response and he had thrust balls deep into me. Keeping my nose closed with his fingers he thrust in and out of my mouth as though he were fucking my pussy. Pulling out after a few thrusts to allow me to breath before plowing back into me.

I started to flick my tongue against his balls every time they came within reach, saliva running down my chin as I did so. I was looking up at him the entire time, watching him as he brutally fucked my sub mouth. He kept my nose closed, deciding when I could breathe, making me gag when his cock hit the back of my throat. 

He pushed into my throat several times, and held me there with a hand on the back of my head. Each time he did this I kept my lips tight around the base of his cock, only opening them to attempt to breathe around him. I heard his gasp as I did this, my throat tightening around the head of his cock. 

He pulled my head back by my hair and took over his cock with his hand, wanking over my face, forcing me to look up at him while he did. I kept my mouth open for him, tongue out waiting. I wanted to beg for his cum in my mouth, but thought better and kept quiet, begging with my eyes instead. Waiting for his cum, wherever he chose for it to land.

"What are you?" He asked me, tightening his grip in my hair.

"I'm your submissive little slut, sir," I replied, with confidence.

I felt his cum land on my cheek, then across my nose, my open mouth, my tongue. I flinched at the first shot, but then relaxed into it, accepting it. Accepting his cum over my face. I was moaning now, so turned on by his use of me for his pleasure. 

He stood back, letting go of my hair. I kept my head tilted back though, letting him see me covered in his cum. The hand that had been holding my hair came round to my face and he started to use his fingers to push his cum towards my mouth. I opened my mouth obediently for him once more, licking and sucking his fingers clean of his cum, savouring the taste before swallowing each mouthful. Once I had eaten all the cum from him fingers, he pulled me towards his crotch once more. I didn't need prompting and proceeded to greedily lick him clean, dipping my head down every so often to lick imaginary drops of cum from his balls and his thighs. Once I was sure I had licked every drop up, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. From my position at his knees, where I belonged, awaiting my next instruction.



Control Ch. 03



I had started the car, and was waiting in the driveway for Emily to come back out of the house, because like usual, she had forgotten to bring something that she just couldn’t live without, and had gone back in to get it. 

I looked at my watch and was thinking if we don't leave soon we’ll definitely be late...when I heard the passenger door opening, and a towel was thrown in and draped over the seat, I looked through the door to see Emily hiking up her already short dress to expose her completely naked lower half, as she now stepped into the car and sat on the towel, with her dress bunched up around her waist.

What the hell are you doing?...I asked. Not having any clue what was going through her head.

She answered, I had to do this because my pussy is so wet that if I sit on my dress the whole way to work I’ll have a big wet spot by the time we get there. 

That would have been funny I thought to my self. But the sight of her sitting there next to me with her dress pulled up and her sexy little wet pussy exposed, made my already semi hard cock stiffen to fully erect.

I looked up and down her long beautiful legs, and admired how incredibly hot she looked today. She looked so sweet it made my mouth water, I just wanted to jump over and fuck her right there, I was almost drooling as I lusted over my hot sexy bitch, when a realization hit me like a slap in the face,... she is not dressed up so pretty for me, in fact she’s sitting next to me, all dolled up with a dripping wet pussy, as I deliver her to the man who will make his fuck bitch. OH SHIT! 

I felt a knot twisting in my stomach and a cold chill washed over me, I had a rush of panic, and pulled the car over.

Emily gave me a puzzled look and said, .. What’s the matter?.. Is something wrong?

Yes!!... something’s wrong!... everything’s wrong!... this whole fucking thing’s wrong!

Emily said, What are you talking about?... have I missed something?

Well I don’t know,... maybe you have... maybe we have... I just don’t know!

I don’t know either! ...because I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!... so would you please let me in on it?... she said with a sharper tone.

O.K.! I’ll tell you!... I’ve been sitting looking over at you thinking how hot you are, and how I would love to fuck you and how proud I am that you are mine, and it dawned on me that I’m taking you to become another man’s sexual play thing, and you’ve dressed up so beautiful for him, and once you get use to that role you probably wont want me any more, and I love you,... and I don’t want to lose you,... and I don’t know what we’ve gotten into.

Emily’s eyes got wide, she looked so damn beautiful, more beautiful than I had ever seen her before, it was like she was illuminated with a sexual glow.

I love you too!...she said, with a warm smile that seemed to take away the chill that had overwhelmed me just moments before.

And you’re not going to lose me! And why would I stop wanting to be with you?... just because I fuck some one else certainly doesn’t mean that I wont want you any more...no body else understands me like you. Besides weren’t you the guy in bed with me last night and this morning in the bathroom telling me how much it turned you on to know that someone else was fucking me.

Yes but..... It’s just that,.. you mean so much to me,.. and I started to feel like I was giving you away... and,... I just don’t want to lose you! 

Relax!... I promise you are not going to lose me! I’ll always be yours!!... But we have been forced into this situation, and as we both agreed it’s a huge turn on,... so since we’re here and we cant do anything about it right now, why don’t we just have some fun and go with it, and we will just have to excuse each other, if we sometimes fall a little to deeply into the roles that we are playing. 

If we just relax and remember that no matter what we are ordered to do, we will be doing it together, even if were not at the same place at the same time it will still be o.k., because we’ll just memorize every detail, and as soon as we are together again we will share our experiences, I know it will be really hot just like last night and this morning.

I know you’re right,.. I guess I just needed some reassurance.

And any way! she said, I’m not the only one doing this crazy stuff,... weren’t you busy yourself yesterday?

Yeah but that’s different!.. It’s not like I’m going to leave you for Art!

Good point.. she said. and we both had a good laugh!

I felt much better after we had talked, and we started back on out way to work. 

As we were driving I reached over and put my hand on Emily’s soft thigh, and slowly slid it down between her legs, I moved it up higher until I was cupping her very wet pussy with my whole hand, her slippery wetness seeped through my finger and soon covered my whole hand. The sensation was like squeezing a ripe peach and letting the juice run out all over you. Her excitement was really turning me on, just as it had the day before.

We soon arrived at the office and before we got out of the car Emily looked at me and said, o.k. let’s go over our agreement one more time,... we will let our selves go into what ever situation we are ordered to, and know that we are doing this together, always together, and we will remember and share as soon as possible.

DEAL? she said.

I agreed, DEAL!

Emily was the first to get out of the car, as she did she let her dress fall down, she reached back in and her bag of panties and bra’s, closed the door and headed in.

I took a second to watch her walk she just looked so gorgeous, each step was graceful and sexy, her hair blew back slightly as she walked, she seemed to have reached a new level of perfection,. 

I could still smell her perfume in the car, it seemed to fill my senses, as I glanced over at the towel she had been sitting on, I realized that there was a good sized wet spot, as if some one had poured a small glass of water there. I looked up to see Emily standing at the door giving me an ..aren’t you coming look, so I got out of the car and followed her in . 

As I was walking through the door I was almost holding my breath, as if something was going to jump out and grab me, but when I got in it was just like any other day people were moving around the office doing their daily routine’s. How ever people did seem to notice the way Emily was dressed, I saw two women from the accounting department looking her over and whispering to each other, and a guy that drives a delivery truck for us walked by her and made a little comment about how hot she looked, and how he would like a piece of her. 

Seeing that she had also noticed all the extra attention, casually went over and asked Emily if she was o.k.?

Yeah.. I think so... I just have to catch my breath, I feel like every one is staring at me, like they know I’m not wearing anything under my dress, I hadn’t realized how obvious I would be coming into work like this, they probably all think I have turned in to a slut!

Are you going to be alright? I said

She stood next stood me and said very quietly, Yes, I’ll be o.k....but I’m finding out that the more exposed I feel in public the more it turns me on, and right now I’m afraid to sit down, because I’m so wet that I’m dripping down my leg, and if I do sit there will definitely be a wet spot on my dress, and every one in here will know how wet I am, and that I’m slut. 

But you are a slut,... a dirty little slut...and they are all going to find out eventually,.... now you’ll be known as the office slut! 

Emily now had visible goose bumps all over her arms. I gave her a wink and brushed her arm with my hand as I started to walk away, and she flashed me a devilish smile. ...I knew that she would like what I said. As I was leaving she reached down picked up the bag that contained all of her underwear and headed back down the hall to where Steve’s private office is. I stopped to watch for just a second, when she got to the open door she paused for a moment, then I heard some one inside say something, that I couldn’t make out ,and she held the bag out in front of her as if to hand it to some one and walked in.

As I continued toward the warehouse my mined was going a thousand miles an hour, what was happening to her, was she being stripped down and made to suck cock or was he feeling her wet pussy thinking of how he would fuck her later. My own hard cock was making a very obvious bulge in my pants.

Just before I stepped foot into the warehouse I felt a hand grip the back of my neck, and a voice said just where do you think you’re going, the hand on my neck spun me around and I was face to face with Art, he glared at me, then he stepped forward so that he was almost touching me, and said, “ I thought I told you that I had use for you today?” 

Yes you did,... I said.

Well then tell me why I had to come and find you?

I didn’t know...I said, but Art cut me off.

You didn’t know what?... he snapped. I’ll tell you this once if I ever tell you that I have something for you to do the next day, you come find me the second you get here is that clear?

Yes ... perfectly

Good.. now did you follow my other two instructions?

I did.. I answered.

Let’s just see! come with me.

And I followed him into his office, he shut the door and sat down then he told me to stand next to him, I guess that he saw the bulge in my pants because he said “looks like you got part of it right”. 

Then he ordered me to take off my shirt and drop my pants, when I did my stiff cock sprang out, Art gave a wicked chuckle,.. reached over and ran his hand up my leg until he got to my balls, which he proceeded to squeeze. His rough handling of my nuts was sending slight shooting pains in to my stomach, and my knees would buckle a little with every pulse of his hand. 

Art wasn’t even paying attention to me he was busy shuffling, papers around on his desk with his left hand and needing my balls with his right, he was treating me like I was just a thing there for his pleasure, I felt dirty, and it turned me on big time. 

Art then proceeded to tell me that today we were going to take one of the company trucks and drive into town, where we would be picking some Steele shelving.

It was just then that there was a buzz on Art’s phone and a voice said “Art”

Yes!.. Art said.

Art!... it’s Rita do you have a minute?

Sure... my doors shut but just come on in!

Alright I’ll be right over! 

Art never looked at me and he never stopped squeezing me, just kept right on like nothing was happening, after about 30 seconds past I was beginning to freak out another 10 seconds past and he finally released his grip, but I didn’t move just stood there with my hard and now dripping cock sticking straight out, he turned to look at me smirked and said ,”very good at least you knew enough not to move until you’re told to”

He then told me that it was alright to pull my pants back up. I reached down to pull them up and the door opened before I could even get a grip on them, Rita stepped in and the door shut behind her, I was trying to pull them up as fast as possible I must have looked ridiculous, as I rushed to fasten them I saw her,... she had a shocked look on her face, she looked at me then at Art and said “really”.... then back at me and said “well don’t stop on my account” at that instant I was so embarrassed, I was dizzy, I don’t know if I could even think straight, but I continued to fumble with my pants, when Art spoke .

Well you heard her!... she said don’t stop on her account. 

I froze. 

Let me make this clear, because you apparently don get it, drop your pants!. he said with a very demeaning tone.

Rita giggled at the way Art was treating me, then walked over and sat in a large chair that was facing Art’s desk and as I dropped my pants, she sat very still with her legs crossed, again my hard cock sprang out, and her eyes got wide. “well...” she said,. “looks like some one’s awfully excited” as she stared at my cock standing straight out toward her.

Standing in front of them with my pants around my ankles and an erection was completely humiliating, but I was starting to realize that this is exactly what Art had wanted me to feel, and I had a hunch that this was just the beginning.

As I stood there Art and Rita talked about some project that they were working on and about the pick up that Art and I were to make today, and as they did I just watched Rita, was she ever sexy, she had the most beautiful eyes, and long sexy legs that were accentuated by her tight and relatively short skirt, in fact it was short enough that I thought I could see her pussy, if she would just move a little more to the left.

That’s when it happened, they both noticed how I was staring at Rita’s lap, but they also noticed what I hadn’t, my cock was now throbbing so hard that is was pulsing and bobbing in the air, and along string of pre cum was dripping off the tip. 

Hey Art!.. ,Rita said... You had better put a leash on your pet, It looks like he’s out of control.

And Art said... That’s just fine... I have plenty of things for him to do today.

And with that Rita stood and walked directly over to me, bent down and with two fingers of her right hand started twirling the string of pre cum that was dripping from my cock, until she was up to the tip, then with her left hand she gripped my cock hard and squeezed even more out on to her the fingers of her right hand, and with a smile she held her cum covered fingers up in front of my face, and licked her lips, 

and said “look at this sticky mess on my fingers” I couldn’t believe she was doing this. 

Then she cupped my balls with her right hand, It felt so good if she would have kept doing it I would have cum. I was really starting to enjoy it when with no warning she pinched the side of my sack between her fingernails hard, I yelled and when I did she stuck her cum covered fingers right in my mouth, she let go of my sack and said, now be good and suck them clean, which I did. 

It was so degrading , but I loved it! Rita pressed her lips up to my ear and whispered “ you like the taste of cum in your mouth don’t you?... well if you don’t yet, I know that Art will make you learn to love it” Then she smirked, wiped her fingers on my chest, then left the room, and even though it turned me on, I was glad when the whole experience was over.

Art then ordered me to get dressed, so we could get in the truck and leave. I did as he said, we gathered some things together and went out to the truck, and as we were leaving in the truck I saw Emily follow Rita out of the building and get in Rita’s car. 

That was strange I thought,... they’ve never done that before. I wondered where they were going and what Rita had planned for her. As we headed down the road my mind began to drift back to Emily and how sexy she looked and how she was going to spend her day being Steve and Rita’s slut, when Art spoke 

“ Thinking about your little girl friend back there aren’t you?... Thinking about how she’s going to be fucked like a whore?” I nodded Yes. “Good” he said, “let that thought linger in the back of your mind all day” he laughed to him self and turned the truck onto the highway. 

Now Art and I were on our way, he said it would take about an hour to get where we were going. He wasted no time, ordering me to take off all my clothes and put them on the floor, my cock was still hard and the whole situation was very exciting, sending a small chill through my body The truck had a large bench seat and Art had me slide over closer to him, I felt very exposed being naked in there, even though we were up so high that the only people that could see in were other big trucks. 

The thought of being seen naked and hard while Art dominated me really turned me on, and I found my self almost hoping that another truck would pull up next to us so I would be exposed and humiliated. 

Once I was next to Art he put his hand on my thigh and started moving it up and down softly rubbing and squeezing my leg making sure to brush up against my balls when he got close. It was a very strange feeling to have a man touching me in this way, like he would a woman, it felt dirty and awkward and made me feel a little sick to my stomach that I had to let him continue, it was so emasculating to sit there naked while this man felt all over me. But even though it felt so nasty my cock never got soft it just stuck straight up twitching and throbbing. 

After a couple of minutes of this constant groping I began to Secom to his touch and it slowly started to become very pleasurable and extremely erotic, and as I was losing myself in the feeling, the concept of living only as a heterosexual was being stripped away from me, bit by bit, along with my dignity,... and I was slipping quickly in to the role of a submissive sex slave, not masculine or feminine, but completely sexual for who ever controlled me. 

The realization of this excited me to no end. I was becoming his bitch, his toy, and as I accepted my new position in life, my cock was throbbing in the air, like a thermometer for Art, telling him just how excited I was and proving to him how much I liked being treated this way, even if I wouldn’t admit it, the truth was obvious. 

As he drove he continued touching my leg and then steadily moved over my hip and up to my chest, and then down to my stomach, as his hands slid continuously across my now smooth skin on my lower stomach ,and around my cock and between my legs. His hand was warm and firm as he steadily proceeded to feel all over my body, it was as if he wanted to prove that he was allowed to explore any part of me that he wished, and he would make me enjoy him doing it. and that’s exactly the effect it had on me. 

It was hard for me to believe, but sitting naked in this truck letting this man who was controlling me put his hands all over my body was driving me crazy, I was so turned on It was almost like I turned in to another person, he was touching me all over and I was actually starting to fantasize about sucking his cock, I imagined how good it would feel to squeeze his big balls in my hands, to feel his cock on my lips and tongue, how his cum would taste, how submissive I would feel as I knelt in front of him sucking his cock as he stood over me. I was starting to squirm in the seat, but he didn’t stop. His hand just continued it’s exploration, pushing my limits farther and farther, until it had driven me to a sexual edge. 

Finally he moved his hand to my stomach, turned it palm side up, formed his fingers into a V shape and pushed it down around my cock, his fingers fit snugly around the base of my shaft, causing a warm sensation, he then slowly pulled his hand up the length of my erection until the web between his fingers was tight under the corona of the head of my cock in the same V shape, at this point he wrapped his thumb over the top of my cock, and began to very slowly run his thumb up and down the grove on the under side of the head, all the way to the hole at the tip, using the pre cum that had dribbled out to lubricate it.

This caused an incredible burning sensation, that spread through my stomach and up my spine, and created a lump in my throat. I was moaning, and squirming trying to escape the intensity. But he just kept the slow steady movement, never so fast that it would make me cum, but fast enough to keep me right on edge,... 

The head of my cock became super sensitive and I thought I could even feel the ridges of his finger print slowly burning me. Now my cock was really throbbing fast and the head was so hard that it hurt. A steady stream of cum was now pouring down my cock, but I wasn’t actually having an orgasm, it was like I was on some kind of a sexual over load. My skin was tingling and I could hardly focus to see, and that’s when I realized that the muscles of my asshole were beginning to contract and loosen, in a slow pulsing spasm. 




Control Ch. 03



Josh made it home before four and put the cum-seasoned roast in the oven. He watched TV for an hour or so and heard his Mom drive up. 

“Hi, Mom,” he said as she walked through the door.

“Oh good, I can smell the roast. You didn’t forget,” Julie said. It had been a long day at the diner and Julie was ready to spend a relaxing evening doing nothing that is until after supper was finished. She had not given much thought to last night but several times resisted an urge let her hand massage an itch between her legs.

Supper was good and Josh smiled when his Mom commented on the odd but good taste of this particular roast. Josh helped with the dishes and they soon retired to the den to watch TV. Josh was bored and decided it was time to do another experiment. He looked over as his Mom.

“Mom you are getting very sleepy,” Josh projected this thought to his mother. He once saw a movie where a mad hypnotist took control of people like this.

His mother began to yawn.

“You are going to sleep,” he thought looking at his Mom.

Julie suddenly felt very tired and sleepy. So tired in fact that she drifted off. As she slipped into sleep the last thing she saw was her son Josh staring at her with a strange smile.

“You are now in my control and will do whatever I say. You will not remember anything that happens. Do you understand?"

“Yes,” he mother mumbled in her sleep.

“Get up and removed your clothes.”

Julie was in a kind of dream state floating around not fully aware of anything as she stood up. She had a strong desire to be free and felt her clothes were too heavy on her. As she removed her blouse it felt good. As she removed her bra her breast were free and she felt her nipples harden into brown buds. Soon all her clothes lay in a pile on the floor. She now stood completely naked before her son’s stare and she felt free as a bird.

“Danced for me,” Josh said in a normal voice. He had earlier found he could both project thoughts or just vocalize his commands depending on the situation. He was continuing to explore the possibilities of the powers he possessed.

Deep within the dream Julie felt like dancing and began to swirl around feeling light and free. Her body floated through the clouds.

“Make it nasty sex dancing,” Josh added.

Julie’s dream changed and she felt a rush of erotic urges flow through her body. She felt her muscles tense as she became sexually charged. Her hips began to pulsate to her own internal music of desire. Her hands went to her breasts where she massaged and squeezed them. Her nipples were very hard and she felt the sting as she pinched them and pulled on them. Her hand flowed down her stomach to the lower patch of hair that hid her pussy. She rubbed through her crack and found that most sensitive part. Her clit was hard with passion and she massaged it feeling the sparks fly through her soul. She hunched to her own hand as she swirled back and forth. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned in her dream as Josh’s watched his Mom danced better than any stripper he had seen on the Internet.

“Say something dirty. Do nasty sex talk,” Josh commanded.

Julie’s erotic dream continued and she began to talk all the things she was feeling. It was vulgar but she loved it.

“Oh my pussy is so hot and wet. I love to play with my pussy and rub my clit. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck. Oh my finger are wet with my cum and I licked them clean only to put them back into my cunt.”

Josh could not believe his Mom could talk like this and could not believe how much it turned him on.

“Ohhhhhhhh Gooooood,” Julie cried as she began to cum again and again. Finally exhausted she slumped down on the couch next to Josh.

Josh had already unzipped his pants and was holding his cock. During these summers month he masturbate everyday but this summer it was usually more than once. 

“Mom, go down between my legs and suck my cock,” he said with growing excitement.

Josh had never been with a girl. He had kissed Eleen Jackson at the computer party last year and felt very clumsy when he did it. He was shy and even though he was nice looking had never been good with women. Now here he was going to get a blow job from his beautiful Mom.

Julie in some forgotten dream had a tremendous urge for a large candy cane and it appeared to her growing out of the trunk of a tree. The cane was not very large, four inches but Julie knew it would taste great. Julie knelt down in front of the tree noticing the candy cane’s mushroom looking head and allowed her lips embraced it. And it was good, so good that she took it all the way in her mouth and sucked on it. Then she found another surprise. The candy cane was a vessel filled with sweet nectar. She felt it explode into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. The sweet juice filled her mouth and as she swallowed all of it not missing a drop.

Josh watched as Julie slid off the couch and moved to kneel between his legs. Here she took his dick and moved her mouth toward it. Josh was loving it. His Mom was going to suck his cock. She began by licking the pre-cum off his purple head, and her tongue explored the little hole. She took the entire cock into her mouth and he could stand it no longer. 

“Oh mom, eat my cum,” he said as he began to shoot his load into her mouth. Julie ate every bit of it.

Josh recovered in a few minutes and looked down at his Mother who continued to nurse on his now limp dick. What a sight.

“Get up Mom and put back on your clothes,” he commanded. When she had dressed he said, “Sit down on the couch and you will awaken and not remember anything that happen. Do you hear me?”

“Yessss,” she whispered.

Julie awakened slowly remembering a very strange dream. Josh sat on the couch next to her watching TV. Julie felt strange indeed. The dream had been very erotic and she noticed her vagina was wet. So wet she could feel the dampness on her panties. What was going on with her, she wondered. She also had the strangest taste in her mouth. It tasted both like peppermint and like something she had not tasted in a very long time. She blushed thinking she had never liked the taste of her husband’s cum and hated it when he wanted her to suck him. Why should she be tasting this? And why did it taste so good?  She was really beginning to wonder about her own mental state. So at this point she decided it was definitely time for bed.

“Good night, Josh,” she said attempting to sound normal. She felt unsteady as she stood up.

“Are you feeling okay? I noticed you dozed off,” Josh asked.

“It was just a hard day a work,” Julie explained but wondered what was going on with her.

As she left she thought she saw a strange twinkle in her son’s eye.

When she was alone in her bedroom she attempted to remember what she had been dreaming. Everything was mixed up as dreams often are. As she undressed for bed she noticed her nipples were tender feeling tingly. As she touched them they felt good. As she removed her panties she noticed the wet area in her crotch. It looked like she had either peed in her pants or really came hard in them. From the way her body felt as she took a shower she decided she had not peed in them. And to her amazement as she washed her body her hand again moved between her legs and she had a very conscious feeling as she massage her sex button. She quickly found herself sitting in the bottom of the shower as warm water ran over her, with three fingers in her pussy and the other hand rubbing her clit. When she finally dried off and went to bed she was totally spent.



Control Ch. 03



Chapter Three: "Life and Death on the Web Site"

Geoffrey isn't an innocent. He has been known to use internet porn. Stories, pictures, videos. He belonged to a couple of subscription sites for awhile. He was blown away when he first saw a bestiality video, and again when bukkake first came out. He's looked at bdsm. He wonders how many women out there are happy to suck dogs or drink bowls of semen or have breast torture. He'd always thought the models were in it just for the money, and that either the money was awfully good or they were awfully needful, but now he's not sure. How many really like it?

It's almost three a.m. when Geoffrey finally clicks on the promo video. Anne really likes it. Here's where she'll say so. 

The video focuses on a naked Anne, manacled but without the corset, and much heavier. Thirty pounds heavier. Maybe more. Probably more. She has fewer piercings. Her legs are shackled to a wide bar, spreading her legs away from her vagina and ass. Her arms are restrained behind her back, though the type of restraint isn't visible. The video begins with a close-up of her face, her mouth, sucking a big, pale penis, loving it. You can hear sighs when it pops from her mouth, before she reaches her mouth to it and sucks it back in. The lights are bright, making the penis glisten with her saliva. 

After a few moments it pulls out and spurts onto her face. The shot opens up so the viewer can see her bindings, and part of the man attached to the penis. Anne turns to the viewer, looking straight on and using a sultry voice, ignoring the mucous on her face.

"Hi, I'm Anne. My husband Victor dominates me and controls me. I need that. Otherwise I'm too wild and disobedient. Every week you'll see live how he does it. He controls every facet of my life, my eating, my sleeping, the amount I can move, or if I can move at all. He controls if I can see or hear, and how much. He controls how much I can breath. He controls what goes into my mouth and my ass and my vagina, and what comes out of them. He controls my bladder. I need his discipline to do this, because I'm too weak otherwise. Every week you'll see him punish me so I'll behave. I'm completely his."

Geoffrey doesn't move. He's a statue. He doesn't whisper "shit," and for a minute he holds his breath. Look inside his mind. There's no poem pushing at the scene. It's quiet inside, just a little quivering like the background vibration of the universe. Dark. Empty. Alone. He's aware, but only of Anne, of her words, her face, a tiny droplet of sperm that's collected at the end of her right eyelash. It doesn't quite glue her eye closed. She blinks her eye all the way open and continues.

"Victor is everything to me, my whole life. I want to be good for him, to submit to him. He's going to make me the perfect wife. My reward is that he gives me his sweet penis. He controls my discipline and he controls my pleasure. I can't help myself, loving him and desiring him. I'm his slut."

Nothing from Geoffrey. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all. 

"He has a project you'll get to watch. He's going to modify my body, to make me thin and beautiful, and to give me a tiny little waist. You'll see video clips of my diet. Every week you'll be able to see him weigh me. You'll see how I shed these pounds over the weeks, and you'll see him tighten my corset more, and more, making me thinner and thinner, and making me practice breath control. When he's finished with that and made me fragile and lovely, he'll modify my body other ways. You, the viewer, will get to decide his next project. I'm so excited to get started."

The video ends with the pale penis, only half-erect now, returning to Anne's face, and with her sucking it into her mouth. Fade.

Such an odd text. That's what Geoffrey thinks, now that words return. How long did it take them to script it? Them? Did Anne have input? How long did she rehearse? It sounded sincere. It wasn't perfect, though. Not professional. The light was too bright for her. She squinted and blinked. And she shook. Her legs shook. Her toes quivered. But her voice was right. It was her seduction voice, and her come hither look. In between bouts of blinking she batted her eyelashes in long, languorous, seductive movements. She'd used them on Geoffrey.

Geoffrey stares at the screen a long time. 

There are files and files on the site. Geoffrey takes a cleansing breath and clicks a button labeled "Discipline," that brings up a page of thumbnail pics, twenty in all. Anne getting nipple, labia, or clitoris pierced. Anne twisting in the ropes while half-blurred tendrils from a short whip hang in the air, the skin of her ass looking red and painful. Marred. Clamps on Anne's nipples. A soldiering gun touching her belly while again she twists and must be screaming. Her neck and face are red, almost as red as her ass. Anne tied, on her knees, her ass in the air and wires leading inside her. This photo title reads "Enlightenment." Satan has a sense of humor.

Other thumbnail pages are titled, "Subduing Her," "Making Her Beg," "Breath Control," "Movement Control: Anne All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go," and "Controlling Revulsion: Anne the Toilet Slave." It must be forced, Geoffrey thinks. It has to be. 

But maybe not. Some pictures are lifted from video clips. For $9.95 one can watch the ten or twenty-minute clip. Geoffrey pays for one titled "She Cums When She's Obedient" that opens off the "Making Her Beg" page.

He selects the file format and download speed off a menu, then clicks. When it comes on, Anne is tied to a wide, cushioned platform, spread wide and blindfolded. She isn't wearing her corset. Satan says "Count these nicely, dear, and you'll get a present."

"Yes, sweetheart." Her voice is shaky. 

A belt or something strikes her stomach and she squeaks, then croaks "One."

"Good girl." He strikes her again.

When he has finished twenty he strokes her cheek with his hand while she whimpers. "Give us a sweet kiss now." Then he lets her lie gasping and twitching, in front of the camera. Her face is wet, tears having seeped under the blindfold. Her mouth is twisted. The camera stays on her as she calms. It is an odd few minutes, with nothing happening, but then he returns and begins petting her vulva. 

She doesn't move. Her hidden face turns just slightly down toward his hand. He leans down to her and begins licking her. Nothing happens. Nothing happens. He continues, inexhaustibly. Anne lies quietly and lets him lick her. What else could she do? But it doesn't affect her. And then it does.

Geoffrey didn't notice when the change first began. He was looking at Satan's mouth on Anne's vagina, and when he looked back her face had changed. Her expression was different. 

He backs up the video to watch just her face, and this time he sees it happen. The dead look begins to change. Anne opens her mouth just slightly. Just a bit. She pulls her head a little to the side. This is where she would have half-closed her eyes if he had been Geoffrey and she hadn't had a blindfold. In a moment her shoulders move. Her breathing becomes noticeable. Geoffrey can hear her start to pant. Then she makes a little sound.

"Are we getting hot, sweetheart?" It's a smarmy tone.

"Yes, darling. Yes." Her voice is a whisper, a hiss. Geoffrey wonders what would have happened if she were wearing the corset in this video. He watches her begin to get red, her neck, her upper chest all the way down to the tops of her breasts. Now the deep breaths are finished, replaced with those gasping pants. Those raspy sex grunts she makes, almost like barking. Now she's trying to move against Satan's mouth, and writhing, and moaning or grunting with every breath. Faster, faster. And now Satan stops. 

"No." Anne swallows and pants. "Don't stop."

"Are you my little slave girl?"

"Yes. Yours. Don't stop. Please."

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you. Please, darling." She moves her head back and forth.

"Tell me you love me for your discipline, for controlling you. Say it."

"It's true. I love you. For controlling me. For punishing me. Don't stop. Please."

"Beg me."

"Please. I'm begging you. Please." She's sincere.

True to his word, Satan goes back to her vagina and eats and eats, and in a little bit it works. Anne's gasps and growls grow more animated. She's squirming as much as one can while tied, spread out on the platform, taking in deep breaths and letting them out loudly and getting redder, to where a vein stands out on her forehead, and another on her neck, and then she comes very loudly, squealing into the camera for a long time. After a bit Satan stops pleasuring Anne, and she begins to settle, her cries settling to whimpers and her whimpers settling to sighs and her sighs settling to breaths. The camera stays on her as her breathing becomes quieter, and quieter, and she finally becomes still.

Geoffrey watches the whole thing and plays it through a second time. He knows it is real. He'd thought Anne might have faked it, for fear of her husband, but no. Everything is as it was when they'd had sex, but intensified. She was louder on the video and more animated, and redder. She really came, but harder. And afterward, as she quieted, Anne became more relaxed. More fulfilled. Yes, certainly more fulfilled. That's clear to Geoffrey. She slipped into afterglow right there on the screen, and the last thing the clip showed was Anne drowsing.

* * * * *

The night passes away to the morning. At sunrise Geoffrey takes a break to feed the cats and let them out. He gets some water. He spends the rest of the morning on the web site. The world is ordinary again outside. Inside is a different matter. Geoffrey has looked at dozens of photos and run up $180 in charges on video clips. He masturbated to one of Anne's orgasm videos.

So this is it, Anne. This was why you cheated on me and left me. I thought you were seduced by the thrill of the dark side, because it was evil and dangerous, but it was so much more. Wasn't it? You left me to be a pain slut, a bondage slut. Was this what he lured you with? Was this inside you all along? Where did you hide it? Where? You didn't even like me to pinch your nipples! God, I loved you, you bitch.

It's not hidden now, not at all. The site advertises it about like every other kink site. They all say they have the most extreme sex, don't they? The most extreme and illegal tortures, the most disturbing or disgusting or degrading videos, never seen before, banned in 40 countries, come one, come all. This way to the "Egress." They lie, most of them lie, but this one doesn't. It's truthful. It has that one virtue.

Geoffrey watches one after another orgasm clip that all follow the same basic path. Anne is always bound and Satan always works her up slowly. He doesn't always make her beg him to finish her. In some he fucks her, her ass or her vagina, or makes her suck his penis while he pleasures her, but it always ends the same, with that beautiful, gut- wrenching eruption of pleasure that rushes from her sex all through her and finally flows up to her head and out every part of her face, especially her mouth.

It's real all right. She has what she wanted. So does Satan, no doubt. 

* * * * *

What time is it? The sun has been up for hours. Geoffrey can't keep his eyes open. He nods off in the middle of short videos. He hasn't seen everything, but he can't watch any more. Some other time. First, some sleep. He thinks, I could have tied her. I could have whipped her. No, not likely. At least not like that.

He's been going back and forth, to torment scenes, then to pleasure scenes, mainly to pleasure scenes, though they all seem to contain some torment. Back and forth. One then the other. Geoff is putting them into a story he can understand. Your love loves you for what you are and for what she wants. He has about solved the puzzle, not of how Anne came to want what she wanted, but that she did. He didn't have a chance by that time, did he? Maybe he can let go now. She isn't ever going to come back. There won't be that knock at the door. Time to move on.

There's just one other thing. He plays back the archive of the newest show, the whole thing. He finds himself asleep in front of the screen and jerks himself awake. Every few seconds he has to shake his head. Wake up, Geoff. Go over the show. Just one more thing. Find it. Then, there it is on last night's show. Right before Satan burned her with the cigarette. She'd whispered it out. "Help. Please." It was scarcely a gasp.

Who was she asking for help? Geoffrey plays it again. 

"Help. Please." 

Temporary fear. She just lost her nerve. Later she'll surely thank him for the pain and he'll help her get off again. But. But. "Help. Please." She shrank from him. She feared him. But, again, there are the orgasms. Two of them are recent. It's obvious from her weight and the corset.

"Help. Please." Just a whisper into the camera.

Damn it Anne, stop playing with me! Geoffrey logs off and sways to the couch to sleep. 

* * * * *

When Geoffrey is almost asleep a thought swirls around his mind and settles in front of his eyes. It's about a video he hasn't seen. The photo teaser is of a large, black crate, and the title is "Maximum Control: Boxing Her Up." Something about her little cry for help makes him think of it. "Help. Please." Why? Something about it. He doesn't know what, but he opens his eyes and lies there for several minutes before getting up.

Log on. Get the credit card.

It is large, about the size of a trunk, taller than it is wide and longer than it is tall. It's black, sitting on a concrete floor before a concrete wall. Otherwise the room seems to be empty. There is no natural light. For several seconds one can scarcely make out, at the very top of the screen, what must once have been a window opening, sealed with brown bricks. Or maybe they just look that way in weak, yellow light. The box and the floor dominate the scene, making it monochrome, gray and black. The light from the camera throws shadows that are almost charcoal. The only real color is Satan's flesh. 

"Look where my sweet Anne will be resting for the next twelve hours or so," he tells the audience. "It's important that she get her beauty sleep."

Satan lifts the lid and shows the inside. The camera must be mounted on a wheeled stand, because it doesn't jerk as it is moved around. In the box there are two or three inches of some kind of insulation on all sides. Styrofoam? There are some straps and a wooden contraption. Its floor seems to be thickly carpeted.

"Come here, dear." Satan pulls a leash and Anne steps into view. This isn't an old video. She's grisly in the plain camera light. She's as monochrome as everything else in the scene, white skin and black corset. Her arms are covered in a black fabric that completely masks them, and are secured behind her back. The camera scans Anne from her feet, past her pudendum, to her pushed-out breasts, to her face. When it reaches her face Geoffrey yells something.

He yells "No!"

Maybe he doesn't yell it out. He remembers it as a yell. He felt it as a yell.

Anne's face is small. It's the face of a person waiting for the blow to fall. It's red. Her eyes are swollen. Victor begins talking to the audience again and as he does she stares at him and makes tiny little shakes of her head. "No!" It's clear what she means, but the shakes are minuscule. Her mouth moves, as though she wants to beg him but is afraid to actually say the words, so she stops herself each time she begins. What did he do to make her so afraid? 

"Time to get in dear." Anne's legs begin to shake.

He pulls her by the leash and she steps over the side into the box. Geoffrey can hear her mew. Say something Anne. Say it! Tell him, damn it! But she doesn't say anything. 

At that moment, Geoffrey knows what is in her mind. He knows it precisely, exactly. He knows that the story he worked out for himself is wrong, or at least the end is wrong. What's going through Anne's mind is the knowledge that it can always be worse. Satan can always make it worse. Geoffrey knows he's demonstrated that fact to her. On her. So she whimpers and shivers and stands at one end of the box, facing the other, and then she folds down into the box without complaining because to refuse will be to make it even worse for herself. 

When she's on her knees Victor pushes short, cylindrical plugs into her ears and nostrils. He reaches outside the frame of the video to grab a mask that seems to be made of black leather, that he forces down over her head, until her eyes and ears and nose are completely covered. Now she's blind and deaf. There's a ball gag with a clear plastic tube running through it. It's a long tube, Anne's only source of air. Victor pushes the gag into her mouth and fastens it with a strap behind her head. Then he pushes her forward, to fold her the rest of the way into the box. 

He fiddles with something near her head. When he's done he shows the audience the plastic tube sticking out of the end near her head and running along the floor. That's why it's so long. The camera moves in to show Anne inside the box. A snug fit. Two straps hold her feet as far apart as possible, which isn't very far. Her neck rests in a small stock. Victor slides the top part down to hold her head in place and fastens it with a wing nut. "Good-night, dear." He closes the box and latches it. Then he and the camera back away, out past a doorway, the room goes black, and the door closes. The last image is of Victor locking the door.

* * * * *

Stare at the screen. You know, Geoffrey, don't you? How do you know you know? She gave clues. It wasn't the only time. "Help. Please." She didn't always stifle herself. Maybe she couldn't always make herself do it, couldn't control herself. 

She's wrong in any case. She thinks it can always get worse, that it will be worse if she disobeys. The truth is a little different. It'll get worse whether or not she obeys. It's already gotten worse. Anne has spiraled so far down. Satan will always up the ante, no matter what she does. Maybe she can delay some punishment awhile. Maybe.

Geoffrey is unbearably tired. He rests his eyes a moment. Wake up, Geoff! He jerks himself awake again.

When did it go from excited domination to battering? When was the first time he hurt her just to be brutal? Was it sudden? Did he hit her when his dinner was late, knock her to the floor and crack a rib? Did he make her sit on her hands so he could smack her face unopposed? Geoffrey sees her hobbled, cleaning the house behind barred windows, shuffling, locked in a closet at night, slapped and punched as her world becomes ever more constricted, until it's just the basement, and her torment becomes systematic, and Satan is her only company in an empty universe. 

Did it happen after they filmed that promo? Maybe before. He made her rehearse it, after all. Maybe it really was phony. Go back to it. 

"Hi, I'm Anne. My husband Victor dominates me and controls me. I need that. Otherwise I'm too wild and disobedient." 

What's she doing? It's her seductive voice all right, so why doesn't it seem right? She's fidgeting, shaking, blinking. Geoffrey watches her eyes, the veronicas she makes with her lashes, then the quick blinks against the glob of semen and the camera light. Look at them, Geoff. 

Geoffrey doesn't want to see Anne use her eyes like that, not for Satan. He thinks, she used them for me. They were special. They're not for him. He looks at her legs, quivering. Is there a clue in them? No, look at her face, Geoff. One thing at a time. Her eyes, Geoff.

They're strange. The blinks come all together, and so do the soft sashays. Just one or the other. Watch them. There! Again. Three slow passes in the air, and three blinks. Three slow and three fast. Three dashes and three dots. Again. Again.




Control Ch. 03



Geoffrey is suddenly euphoric. He finds himself standing and jumping. He's shouting. He's pounding the desk. "Annie! Annie! You're telling me! God damn it you're telling me! My Annie! You're doing it!" He's so proud of her.

Then he stops. That was weeks ago. Maybe months. She's gone further down since then, so far that she's hardly there at all. This tells Geoffrey one other thing. Satan is killing her. It's obvious. He's killing her slowly and monstrously. And he's almost finished with her.

* * * * *

"Mrs. Reynolds? I'm sorry to be calling out of the blue like this, but do you have an address and phone number where I might contact Anne and Victor?" He listens, playing with a pencil. Doodling. He puts down the pencil. "Four months? Jesus." A pause. "Ten months since you've seen her? Mrs. Reynolds, what was their last address that you know of? Yes, I know. Yes. Well, there's something I have to tell you. Are you sitting down?"

Don't bother trying to call the FBI on a Saturday to tell them your love has been kidnapped and is in peril. When you've called six times and left six messages and someone finally returns a call, you find out. They are polite and will take down the information you give them, but it is clear they aren't very interested in an ex-fiancée who left you to marry another and who may be sending coded messages with her eyes. 

In between calls Geoffrey wonders: How did Satan miss her distress message? After all, he set the scene and made her rehearse. Maybe he couldn't be bothered to watch her face closely. Or maybe he does know. Maybe he's so arrogant he thinks it's funny that her cry for help is right out there for anyone to see. Because no one will notice. She'll be like the Titanic, sinking while ships pass in the night. Maybe she'll die right there on screen, for the audience. Die live. Yes. Satan would enjoy that, wouldn't he? Another oxymoron for him. Would the audience get off to that? Would anyone even bother to spill the beans? 

The University's IT director is next. "Mike? I need help. Badly. I need to track down the physical address of a Web site. I need someone who does it for a living." He makes other calls.

While he waits for a spreading circle of hackers and geeks and Internet PIs to bring him information, Geoffrey makes a list of tools he thinks he might need. He'll have to face Satan alone and rescue Anne himself. Heroic stuff. Yeah, but the police won't take it seriously. The phone rings and there's some information. More will be coming. In the meantime he leaves to fill his shopping list, and when he does a wave of exhaustion sweeps through him so strongly that he finds himself leaning against a door frame.

The gun takes only fifteen minutes, including the instant background check. A nice, used Glock and two boxes of bullets. Mightier than the pen. Then to the hardware store. When he gets home his answering machine light is blinking. It's twilight and the cats are hungry. Geoff makes a sandwich to eat while he plays the messages. 

Satan has been almost too easy to find. There's an address this side of DC, half a night's drive away. Damn he's arrogant! As hell. Maybe it's a weakness.

Geoff involves himself with busywork. He prints maps off the Internet. Stay alive Anne. Keep breathing my darling. He leaves extra food and water for the cats. He gets soft drinks to keep himself awake while he drives. Anne. Listen. Don't die tonight. I'm coming. Please try to live. I'm coming. Stay alive.

The evening has taken over by the time Geoffrey pulls out of the driveway. He has been awake thirty-six hours.

End of Chapter Three. 



Control Ch. 03



"Hey darlin'," Gene said softly, "Thought you could use this."

Steam rose from the cup and the smell of strong sweet coffee brought Michele back to her surroundings. She looked up to see Gene's face looking down on her with concern. Oh, god. The fluorescents seared her eyes and she winced. Why him, of all people? Just keep it together until he goes away. Whatever you do, don't cry.

"Thanks for the coffee. I'm fine." In a distracted way, Michele was pleased that her voice wasn't shaking much. The coffee was sweet and hot, it soothed her tortured throat.

"Sure you are darlin'. I knew that from the moment I saw you." Gene smiled at her to soften his sarcasm.

"What do you know about it?" Michele retorted angrily. Go away, don't look at me like this, leave me alone! "You don't know " Her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Anything." She turned back to her coffee, desperately wanting him to go away and leave her in her misery.

Gene reached over and lifted her chin gently with two fingers, looking at her carefully. "I know things you can't even imagine." Michele shrank from his touch, from his gaze, but Gene held firm. "I know you didn't take my advice." She cast her eyes downward, shamed. He brushed her hair back, grimacing slightly at the puffy, bruising flesh of her face and lips. "I know that trouble you were looking for came and bit you in the ass, didn't it?"

Michele's lips trembled now, the strain and the fear of the night threatening to bleed out over the floor as if Vincent actually had stabbed her. Still, she gathered her last shreds of pride to herself, steeling her resolve not to break down.

"I've seen that jackass before," Gene continued, "and I know what he does." He winced as Michele jerked, her eyes opening wide to stare at him in shock. Damn, he thought, a bad one. Still, Gene was moved at the way she fought for control, at her attempt at dignity.

A lone harbinger of the flood to eventually come escaped from the corner of one sea blue-grey eye, and slipped down Michele's cheek. Gene caught it with his thumb and wiped it away.

"I know you need someone to take care of you." A second tear joined the first. "I'm just up the street from here. It's clean and quiet, and no-one will bother you." Mistrust flashed in Michele's eyes.

"Not even me. You don't have to work later, do you?" Michele just shook her head. "Let's get out of here then. Get some sleep. It will help, I'm sure."

Michele was exhausted, at the end of her reserves, and flagging badly. She wasn't sure why, but she trusted Gene. Something in soothing low tone of his voice. The way his smile touched his warm, emerald-green eyes. The concern she saw in them. It really couldn't get any worse. Her decision made, she stood up, silently, dully hoping that this one would be better than the last.

***

It had only been a few blocks, but Michele was almost crying by the time they reached Gene's house. The soles of her feet were as raw as her nerves, torn by the unforgiving pavement. She barely registered her surroundings, letting him lead her up the stairs directly to an overstuffed green couch. He slid her coat off and gently pushed her down. She leaned back, closing her eyes, drifting while Gene went off to another room. Vaguely Michele registered the smell of wood? Cedar shavings? A light, pleasant smell that she found reassuring. Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes to see Gene standing in front of her, carrying a medium sized stainless steel bowl and a white cloth. She stared at him, uncomprehending.

"Your feet are pretty messed up, darlin'." Gene knelt, setting the bowl down on a small, cherry-red end table beside the sofa. "We need to get them cleaned up."

And the rest of you, too, depending on what that dickless wonder has done to you. Gene mused. Slow and easy, gotta go slow. He rested his hands softly on her knees. "We need to get your stockings off, OK?" Michele stiffened, and he sighed. "OK then, we'll just roll these up, then." Michele loosened a little. "Give me a foot, darlin'." Gene opened his hands and Michele placed her right foot carefully in them. "That's a girl. You're OK, darlin'. Everything's OK."

Michele's stockings were shredded along the bottom of her feet. Gene carefully separated the strands, lifting them off with a delicacy belied by his large, calloused hands. All the while he talked in low, reassuring tones about what he was doing, hoping to alleviate Michele's tension. He peeled the shreds off and gathered them, pushing them away from her damaged feet and up her calves.

Gene continued to make soft, soothing noises as he carefully washed her, gently rubbing away the dirt and small stones embedded in the skin. Michele relaxed, lulled by his quiet ministrations, the softness of the cloth against her feet and the gentle splashing of water. "You've got a cut on this one " Gene teched. "I'll be right back."

I was such a bitch to him. How can he be so nice? Michele felt the breath hitched in her throat. I don't deserve this. I'm nothing but a -  Gene was back, and knelt down again. He took up the cloth again and washed the ball of her foot again. He then took a cotton swab and doused it with alcohol.

"Hold stil, darlin', this might sting a bit."

Michele smiled wanly. Not as much as Vincent did. Slowly her hand crept up to her face, prodding gently.

Gene noticed the moment and looked up, frowning. Fucking bastard. Takes a real tough guy to beat on a woman like that.

"I'll get there in a minute, darlin' just let me finish up here." He applied the cotton to clean her cut and Michele hissed. "Shhhh, you're allright, all done now." Gene put a band-aid over the cut, lifted her foot, and kissed the bandage. "There. All better now."

Tears welled in Michele's eyes at Gene's tenderness, to someone he barely knew, to someone like her. Worthless little slut. Gene picked up a pair of thick white tube socks and held them so Michele could see.

"I'll just put these on to keep your feet clean." Michele nodded, not daring to speak and embarrass herself. He unrolled the socks, pulling them open with his hands and gently placed them over her feet. He brought her feet together and put them down on the floor.

"I'll be right back darlin', just stay put." Gene gathered up the bowl and litter from the first aid and left again.

Michele, so close to tears, hugged herself as if to hold in the sobs that threatened to burst from the dam of her control. She looked around the room, trying to distract herself.

The walls were wood paneled in a rich, warm oaken color, matching the wooden floor. The couch was against the wall, facing a window covered with rich looking, cobalt blue curtains. To Michele's right was a small red brick fireplace, empty now, but a stack of neatly piled wood lay waiting on the hearth. The floor to ceiling bookcase beside it was filled with titles lined up in neat precision from all kinds of authors, Michele picked out Kings and Cusslers, Faulkner and Shakespeare.

In the other corner there was an entertainment center with impressive stacks of CDs flanking either side. To her left, on the other side of the entrance way, there was a comfortable looking easy chair and footstool. Another end table held an antique hurricane lamp, a telephone. Through the entrance way she saw the hall and an open door to a room that looked like an office. Everything was tidy and clean, and there was a cozy feel to it even with the lack of decoration.

"Feeling a little better?" Gene had returned again with the basin, and set it down on the end table before sitting down beside her. "Now. Let's have a look at that pretty little face, darlin'." He lifted her chin and a scowl flitted across his face, quickly replaced by an encouraging smile. "There now, no permanent damage done."

Michele couldn't meet his gaze and closed her eyes, feeling the tears well up again.

"That's it, girl, just relax." Gene gently swept away traces of makeup, tears and semen, reaching across her occasionally to rinse his cloth. His hand slipped behind her neck to support the back of her head, "Tilt your head back, now." He brought the cloth down her chin and washed down her neck.

Michele's emotions tossed and turned Gene's breath was warm on her face and he smelled nice, like cedar and the sea. She didn't know what to feel. Gene was treating her as if she were a small child - soft and gentle, calming, soothing.

She alternated between wanting to shy away from his touch, still raw from the assault. She also wanted to sink into his arms and have him hold her, protect her. She wanted to slap him for rejecting her earlier. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to push him away, run away, not wanting him to see her for who she was, what she was worthless, a bitch, and a slut. Suddenly the tears she couldn't hold back any longer swelled and she began to sob miserably.

Gene dropped the cloth and gathered her in his arms, effortlessly pulling Michele on his lap. He held her as she cried, pressing her head against his broad chest, stroking her hair, her back, murmuring softly to her and rocking her gently.

Michele shuddered against him, letting all the pain and fear and humiliation rush out of her. At last her sobbing slowed and stopped. Michele could hear Gene's heart beat in his chest and it lulled her. Gene noted the change in her breathing.

"You think you can sleep now, baby girl?" He asked. Michele, wrung out, cried out, and utterly exhausted, nodded once more. "Allright then, I'll just get you some blankets and you can sleep yourself out here on the couch."

But, but - no! Michele reached her arms up around Gene's neck and clung to him. She didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms, how safe she felt there.

Gene hugged her a moment, and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be right back, darlin'." He gently pushed her off of his lap. Michele felt cold as she watched him go.

He returned shortly with a small pile of bedding. "I brought you a t-shirt," he said, holding it out, "I thought you might like something to sleep in. The washroom's second door down. You'll find a fresh toothbrush in the drawer." Michele took the t-shirt, smiling a little in thanks, but still not wanting to say much. She was afraid she'd start crying again.

Michele padded down the hall to the bathroom, its light shining in the hallway. Not thinking, she left the door open as she entered. It was again, neat and tidy, like everything else she had seen of Gene.

An old fashioned straight razor, comb, toothbrush and paste were lined up with military precision at one side of the white tile counter. They lay on a navy cloth beside a shaving mug. Beside that, turned up on its end was the shaving brush, and a small bottle of aftershave. There was a small bar of Irish Spring soap in a blue container. Michele opened the drawer over the vanity cupboard, and sure enough there was a small purple toothbrush, still wrapped in plastic, a comb, a brush, some hotel soaps and shampoos and - tampons?

Michele took out the brushes and left everything else. She unwrapped the toothbrush and did her teeth, wondering at what kind of man Gene was, keeping a drawer of toiletries for an obviously female guest. She brushed the tangles from her hair. She peeled off her dirty skirt and blouse, suddenly feeling them soiling her skin, traces of Vincent still on them. She dropped them to the floor and grabbed the soap and washcloth, wetting them, lathering and scrubbing her chest, under her arms and breasts, wiping away all hints of what had happened.

The washcloth hit the tops of her rolled up stockings. A nice man, a kind man, she thought, the kind of man that would care for her feelings. The kind of man she'd never had. Too good for me. She sat down on the toilet to take off her stockings.

***

She'd left the door open, Gene thought, interesting. He could hear Michele at her toilette and after he'd finished making up the couch he stood at the doorway to better hear her. Man, it had been too long since he'd heard sounds like that. He missed those private sounds of a woman, cherished them. Now if only she were a little happier she might hum, or sing. That would be sweet. And - Gene smiled widely as he heard Michele sigh, then sit. He waited. Soon he was rewarded with that sweet little tinkle that was music to his ears. Call it a fetish, but to him it was the sound of trust and intimacy, and intimacies to be had. Damn! I've got to stop thinking like that. He moved away from the entrance way when he heard Michele flush, not wanting her to know he had been listening to her.

"There you are, all ready now." Michele stepped back into the living room, and Gene put his hand out and took hers. The shirt Gene had given her was thin, and the light showed Michele's curves clearly through it. Gene had to resist the urge to look at her lingeringly, to see where the hem of the shirt fell. No, not now. Cool your jets, boy. He led her over to the couch and Michele lay down, then Gene pulled the covers over and tucked her in.

"I'm right at the end of the hall, darlin', if you need anything." Gene stroked her hair, and Michele, not able to meet his eyes, looked at his beard, thinking she wanted to run her fingers through it and see if it was as soft as it looked. "Get some sleep now."

"Thank you for being so nice. I'm sorry I was so -" Gene put a finger to her lips.

"Shhhh, go to sleep. We both need some rest." Gene kissed her once more and left to go to his bedroom.

Michele lay awake, wanting to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes her mind reviewed what had happened earlier that night. Vincent's face, that horrid dog. The smell of their breath. Her feet hurt. Her scalp stung from Vincent pulling her hair. Her throat was sore. Her shoulders throbbed with the ache of strained muscles. It was very quiet and in her mind, Michele heard his cruel, demanding voice. Slut, worthless bitch! She heard her own voice - Master. . The little house creaked with unfamiliar sounds and each one made her jump, unreasonably thinking it was Vincent.

Finally, she got up and tiptoed to Gene's room, pausing at the doorway. She could hear him breathe, and wanted to be with him, in his arms. She was afraid he would be angry with her Gene had already done so much and it was so late. But right now, she was more afraid of being alone.

"Are you still awake?" Michele whispered. 

Gene was, wrestling with his own emotions. Anger at that jackass, concern for Michele, and a growing desire for her that he was trying very hard to ignore. Michele was obviously mixed up, and possibly damaged. Do I really want to become involved?

"Yes, baby girl, do you need something?"

"Please, I can't sleep. I don't want to be alone right now." Michele trembled.

Michele sounded like a little girl, frightened by a bad dream. It touched Gene that she would come to him after what she'd been through, trusting in him. Yes, I do want her.

"Come here, Darling." He pulled back the covers, and Michele climbed in beside him, lying on her side with her back to him. Gene drew the covers over them and pulled Michele into his arms. With a small sigh, Michele snuggled into him and they slept.

***

Michele's eyes opened. Through the bedroom door she saw a glow coming from the room at the end of the hall, to the left of the front door. She rose, curious, feeling the need to find out what it was. She walked slowly to it, cautiously, silently. She pushed the door open and the slight breeze from it's movement made Gene's t-shirt flutter against the curve of her bottom, tickling her and making her start in surprise.

The room was set up like an office, dominated by a large oak desk. A black leather chair was pushed off to one side, and on the desk was a large red leather book, a photo album. Michele loved pictures and eagerly went over to look, hoping to find pictures of Gene as a young man, as a boy.

As she padded over to the desk, she ignored the sense of foreboding that emanated from the album until she touched the cover. It felt warm and soft, like skin, and it made her uneasy. Still, she wanted to see what was in there and she pushed the book forward to the edge of the desk, leaning over it as she opened the cover.

Michele gasped in shock and surprise. A full-color 8 X 10, a closeup of Michele's face, eyes squeezed shut and gagging against an anonymous torso, her mouth stuffed full in fellatio.

She recoiled in fear and tried to slam the book shut, but instead turned the next page. Another full-sized picture Michele caught in relief the light of a doorway, caught in the motion of leaving, and her date from last week reaching after her from the bed. She recognized his face.

She tuned the page reluctantly, but inexorably, as if controlled by remote control. Michele on her back, fists clenched in sheets and head turned to the camera. She had a sneer, almost a snarl on her face, being fucked by another of her conquests, his face slack in idiotic bliss.

Another page, another position, another man, one after another after another. In each picture her face was to the camera, varying expressions of sheer boredom, anger, revulsion, and hatred on her face. She couldn't stop turning the pages as her horror grew.

A blonde woman on her knees, naked except for her tattered stockings, her face mashed into the groin of a faceless man standing over her, a knife in one had and her hair fisted in the other. The colors in the photo were vivid, in high contrast, raging reds and brilliant yellows and every gaudy flesh tone in between on a black background, seemingly painted in garish, angry strokes. Every muscle in her back was in defined in relief, strained, and her face was hidden, but Michele knew it was she, and Vincent. 

The small hairs rose on the back of her neck, sensing someone just behind her. A scream rose in her throat like bile and spilled out sharply as she felt her hair being gathered up. The ocean forest smell of Gene's aftershave filled Michele's senses and she shivered, a thrill of fear racing through her, still turning the pages of the photo album. No!

She knew he could see them; she shook as icy prickles of shame scampered over her skin like crazed spiders. She squeezed her eyes shut, her throat clogging, wishing beyond anything that she could just disappear.

Michele felt him push the shirt up her back, heat radiated from his palm, pressed in the middle of her back, leaning her farther over. The hand gripping her hair pulled her head up and her back arched to accommodate the pull.

"Open your eyes, girl." Gene commanded.

"No, no, I can't!" she cried miserably. Hot tears spilled from under her lids, scalding her cheeks. They ran down her neck, splashing on her breasts and the heat from them seared her skin.

Thick body hair like fur scratched the tender skin of Michele's thighs as she felt Gene's body press close behind her. He was rigid, the muscles of his abs and thighs pressed into her skin and molded her body to his.

"Little whore." Gene sneered, smacking her full, quivering cheek, "Don't you want to see how many men you've fucked?" The sharp pressure of his hard palm ignited a fiery throbbing on the skin of her ass. Her anguished cry dissolved into a moan as the pain melted into her, transforming to a powerful pulsing deep inside of her.

"Open your eyes, slut!" Michele felt her lungs empty, stung at his words. She inhaled sharply as she felt him, his cock, smooth, hard and erect, its pulsing head poised at her hips. She flushed as it touched her, flames of pleasure flaring throughout her body.

"I will be obeyed!" he snarled, and thrust into her powerfully, sinking to his full depth in one stroke. Every sensation magnified, Michele felt each beat of his heart in the throb of the prominent veins snaking over Gene's cock. The friction of his cock against her sensitive labia made them burn. She opened her eyes, and whimpered in confusion, overwhelmed - now there was a new picture, it showed her and Gene.




Control Ch. 03



It was as if someone was there right now, watching them through the camera's eye. Michele was bent over the desk, one of Gene's hands on the small of her back and the other in her hair, taking her from behind, just as he was doing now. Gene seemed to glow in the picture, and he was grinning fiercely. Michele was duller, but with a bright glowing pink handprint where Gene had spanked her bottom.

"Keep looking, little whore." Gene growled intensely. Michele's knees grew weak as Gene stroked her mercilessly with his cock. For the first time in her life she felt herself moisten, then flood with lubrication. It was delicious, feeling the slipperiness as he pumped, smoothly now, wet and slick. The muscles of her pussy grabbed at his cock, contracting rhythmically around it.

She tuned another page. Gene and Michele enveloped in steam, in a shower. The water beat and sprayed on their shoulders, running down their bodies in silver streams. Michele was on tiptoe, hands tight around Gene's neck, his hands were claws, gripping her ass. Their skin was red with the heat of the water.

"How many has it been, slut? How many men have done this to you?" He leaned over her, breath blasting in her ear as he pounded, his loins slapping again and again against her ass. Her every nerve was on fire. Her pussy dripped with warm cream, making juicy wet sounds with each slamming thrust.

"I don't know-owww!" Michele moaned, in protest or pleasure she wasn't sure. Now she turned the pages of her own volition, becoming fascinated with what she would see next.

A scene out of fantasy - Gene's back, calves taught and his ass muscular, concave, as he took Michele up against a red brick wall. Columns of fire rose at either side of them.

"How many cocks, slut? How god-damned many?" The shot showed Gene's triceps and quadriceps fully pumped and Michele's hands dug deep in his shoulders. Sweat sparkled like diamonds on his back, marred with livid red scratches. Over his shoulder Michele could see her own face, eyes were closed and her mouth open in a cry.

Michele cried out too, as the first electric wave of orgasm fired through her nerves. She felt the lips of her pussy swell and pulse in time to each thrust and withdrawal. She could feel the hair on Gene's chest tickling her back, sweat dripping in sizzling drops like a summer rain.

She broke into her own sweat and started to buck against Gene, meeting his strokes fervently, wanting, reaching - Oohhh, god, Is this what it's supposed to be like?

"How many cocks between your legs, bitch?" Gene roared. Michele turned another page. Outdoors on a blanket as blue as the sun-spangled sky, in a field of tall yellow grass, Gene's auburn waves between her bent legs, toes pointed and back arched. Michele's hands pressed down on his head. Here she looked at Gene greedily, adoringly.

"How many men have served you, whore?" Another flush of exquisite bliss washed through her as Gene's breath grew even more ragged and harsh. His hands were iron grips, clutching her hips to slam her harder, deeper, driving almost to her very soul.

"Greedy little bitch, always taking and never giving back!" The next picture showed the same scene, this time with Gene and Michele locked like Gemini twins, feeding and sharing one another. Curled around and intertwined with each other, ecstatic in embrace. Michele's breath came in short crying bursts as Gene pounded her, reaching under to stroke her clit in time to his thrusts.

Michele was burning up, each time Gene stroked her she sobbed rapturously, unable to help herself. His fingers generated electric shocks that thrilled though her nerves like lightning every time he pressed her clit.

"How many more will it take, you filthy little slut? HOW MANY?" Gene roared, slamming, shuddering against her. The last picture a side view of Gene and Michele in his bed, red covers thrown to the floor. She was on her back, legs clamped around Gene's solid hips. Her arms were around his neck and her mouth was at his chest. Gene was arched above her straight-armed and head thrown back, mouth open in a roar that she heard echoed from Gene in her ear. Michele couldn't hold back any longer and she screamed.

"Only you, Gene, only you, please, Gene!" She spasmed helplessly as he came down on her neck, biting her jaw just under the ear. The salty earth-smell of blood filled her nostrils she felt it spill down her neck. Gene gave one last mighty thrust and his cock engorged, pulsing to almost twice its size as it shot jet after jet of his molten core, flooding her senses with radiant waves of delight.

From the base of her spine, a tingling, tickling, surging wave gathered, grew, and overcame Michele. It hit, crashing once, again, and then again through her body in an explosions of joy, followed by lesser waves that still coursed though her, making her cry Gene's name over and over again, seeing nothing now but the brilliant light of the rising sun.



Control Ch. 03



I tugged each arm lightly, testing the strength of the ropes. There wasn't much give in them at all. I did the same with my ankles, trying to pull them even just slightly closer together. I had even less luck with those. I felt exposed and vulnerable. My wrists had rope wrapped around them snugly, each one raised above my head and to the sides, tied tightly to the top of the frame of the four poster bed that dominated the room. 

My legs were the same, rope wrapped delicately and intricately around my feet and ankles, pulling my legs wide apart, securing them to the feet of the bed. I was facing the headboard, my naked, marked ass to the open room.

Sir was stood behind me, his fingers running over my body, tracing the outline of every cane mark he had left on my body the previous afternoon. Trailing up my sides, along my tightly bound, stretched arms, making me wriggle away from the tickly feeling. Or at least try to wriggle away. A giggle escaped my lips as I tried desperately to contain it. But I couldn't help myself, his feather light touch giving me goosebumps, making me shiver. He took away his touch all too soon. I moaned in need, pushing my ass out as far as my bonds would let me, hoping to entice his hands back. Hanging by the ropes, feeling them digging into my skin as I pushed my body out as far as they would allow. 

My eyes are open but heavy with lust. Staring down, hanging my head in shame at my clear need. I caught sight of my breasts, another moan coming from my lips as I remembered the night before. Sir had spent the previous evening torturing my body with pleasure. Using his hands, his cock, his tongue, a beautiful glass dildo, my vibrator and the most pleasurable, torturous toy of them all, the magic wand. I had came so many times, each orgasm coaxed or forced out of my cunt, depending how gentle he was being at the time. He held the wand against my clit, pulling my lips apart to give it undeterred access to my most sensitive spot, watching me jump and writhe from the extreme, almost painful pleasure it gave. He flicked his tongue over my clit, hard flicks laced with soft probing from his warm tongue. His breath hot on my wet pussy. He pushed his fingers deep inside me, curving them upwards just so as he latched onto my clit and sucked and flicked with his entire mouth until I gave him my orgasm. 

He laid me on my back at the edge of the bed, holding my legs in the air against his shoulders as he thrust deep into my swollen used pussy, his fingers on my clit, wrenching another orgasm from my exhausted body.

In between orgasms he would sometimes allow me to rest for a short period, turning his attention to elsewhere on my body. His hands and mouth traveling up my body to my tits, biting all up my body, nipping my thighs, my pussy, my stomach and hips between his teeth, making me gasp and wriggle. He continued up my body, licking wherever he bit, soothing the sting. I felt his tongue on the underside of my right breast first before the nip of his teeth. Such a sensitive area of skin, his smile afterwards at my reaction, my back had arched up off the bed, pressing my tit into his mouth further. He continued this way on each breast, nipping so hard at times, I could tell there would be marks left. I was right. As I looked at my breasts now, I could see the clear bruising all over them. Little dark marks dotted all over. I squirmed then, feeling my pussy tighten at the memory and the sight. Recalling how those teeth had felt on my pussy lips, idly wondering if the bruising was the same there too, knowing that there definitely were bite marks interlaced with the cane welts on my thighs. 

Sir was watching all this, watching my body squirm, my head hanging with the weight of the memories. A slow blush creeping over my face as I remembered how I had begged him not to stop, little moans audible to him even from his position behind me. My hips were moving back and forth as much as they could in my position, absentmindedly fucking the air as I remembered the previous night. 

Sir moved so quietly, circling around from behind until he was next to the bed. I suddenly became aware of what I was doing and how it must look, my eyes flying open and meeting his immediately. His smile said it all, he had noticed everything. That slow blush changed and my face was immediately flushed, my heart rate leapt up and I could feel my hands shaking. 

'My oh my, aren't you the little wanton slut today my little sub.'

I closed my eyes in humiliation, not wanting to be faced with that truth. 

'Look at me. Look at me as you stand there, as you stand there spread out so invitingly. Look at me as you move your hips, as you imagine being fucked. Do you want something inside you? Would that make it better?'

I open my eyes at his command, watching him as he speaks. My eyes lighting up at his offer of something inside me.

'Yes please sir, please fuck me sir.'

'Beg me and I'll think about it whore.'

I didn't need prompting, 'please please please fuck me sir. Your little slut needs something inside her wet slutty pussy. Please please please sir, I'm begging you, please fuck me sir, please fuck me please. Please sir. Please fuck me sir.' 

I dropped my eyes as I finished begging, unable to hold his gaze any longer, feeling too vulnerable beneath his eyes. He moved behind me again, this time right behind me, so close I could feel the warmth from his body on mine. 

His lips were so close to my ear as he whispered, 'is this what you would like slut?' As he grazed his fingers along my pussy, the wetness that was there allowing his fingers to glide along my soft pussy lips. 

All I could do was moan loudly in affirmation. Trying to press against his light touch to no avail. He kept this up, rubbing his fingers so lightly against me, teasing me with the proximity of his hands to my pussy. He surprised me by pinching my pussy lips between his fingers. Hard. 

'Well, my little slut...tough.' And he brought his hand sharply up against my pussy, making me scream out abruptly. The burning sting travelling through my pussy fast. His hand connected with my pussy again, making me feel exactly where he had nipped with his teeth, where the cane had connected so harshly. 

He brought his hand up to my face, showing me the wetness that covered it, smearing it across my lips, ordering me to taste it. I obeyed, opening my mouth and licking his hand, sucking and licking his fingers as he thrust them into my mouth. His other hand came round my body, pinching my nipples hard as soon as he found them. Taking them between his fingernails and twisting and pulling them. The hand at my mouth was clean of my pussy now, and he whispered in my ear for me to close my mouth. I obeyed, wanting to show him how good I could be for him. 

His hand closed over my mouth, I knew him well enough to take a deep breath in through my nose, just before he covered my nose with his hand. I could only stare ahead and focus on what his other hand was doing to me. Grabbing my tits almost painfully now, inbetween pinching my nipples. His finger nails digging into the bruised flesh, my body squirming under his hands. I felt myself needing to breathe. 

His hand started to come down in sharp spanks on my tits. He was now holding my head back with his hand over my mouth and nose, holding me back against his shoulder, keeping his hand tight over my mouth and nose as I writhed under his other hand. I was trying to mumble a plea through my closed mouth, but it was of no use. His spanking was relentless. 

My head started to get fuzzy, my eyes growing dazed. I could feel myself relaxing into him, in doing so, pressing my tits into the burn of his hands. Just as I was about to pass out, my arms hanging heavily from my bonds, he took his hand off my mouth, letting me gasp in a deep breath, keeping me against him with his hand resting over my throat now. My body tingling all over from the rush of oxygen. His other hand keeping up the abuse of my tits, every few spanks stopping to grab my tits, pulling his hand away from my body while firmly gripping, letting his fingers slide over my flesh, pulling my nipples far away from my body before releasing me. Over and over. 

My tits felt like they were on fire, my body feels exhausted, but I know he's nowhere near finished with me. 

He moves away from me abruptly leaving my tits to the air of the room. If I weren't tied so securely, I would have fallen from where I stood, without the support of his body. 

He sat on the bed and watched my attempt to recover. My eyes were closed, my breathing deep but laboured. I didn't see him grab the flogger from the table before he sat down. When I finally managed to compose myself enough to open my eyes, I immediately closed them again as I took in the black flogger in his hands. I heard him move, my body tensing up slightly. Despite my nerves, I could feel my body moving slightly, pushing my ass out as much as I could behind me, arching my body in such a way that my tits were also presented to him. My movements based on subconscious knowledge of what he expected from me. I worked on my breathing, focusing on breathing deeply and evenly. 

I got a fright when he spoke low in my ear, telling me to open my mouth. I did so in confusion. But that confusion was short lived as I felt him pushing the ball gag into my mouth. My lips closed around it as I felt him pull the straps tighter than usual. I pushed against the gag realising I couldn't push it out at all. My pussy leaked evidence of how turned on I was by my current position. I moaned around the gag. Sir's fingers moved down from the fastening of the gag to my collar. It was fastened snugly round my neck, he slid a finger between it and my skin, tugging gently on it, reminding me of my precarious position. Of his power over me. Of his ownership of my body. 

'I'm going to enjoy this my little sub. I'm going to enjoy flogging your sweet, soft sub body. I'm going to enjoy making your body come alive, enjoy making you writhe and squirm, enjoy making you dance under this beautiful tool. I'm going to enjoy reminding you of who you belong to. Reminding you that your body is mine to use however I wish.'

I'm whimpering behind the gag as his lips press against my shoulder in a soft kiss. Then there's nothing. I can't hear him. All I can hear is my own heavy breathing, my heart thudding in my chest. I struggle, trying to strain my ears, trying to figure out where he is. I know better than to move my head, keeping my eyes forward. My breathing finally regulates, my shoulders relax down, my hands let go of their tight grip on the ropes overhead. The muscles in my legs loosen and I fall into a natural position again with my upper half slightly bent forward. I'm just starting to relax, thinking he's had second thoughts when I feel it. My body arches in response, my head thrown back, the loud squeal behind the gag only just muffled. I take too long to move back into position, the next stroke is harder, in the exact same spot. 

'Keep your position sub or I could make this unpleasant.'

I hear the weight of threat in his voice and quickly obey. My hands are gripping the ropes again in an attempt to focus. 

He brings the soft falls down on me again and again, not letting me get into a rhythm at first. Sometimes the falls thud heavily against my entire ass making me moan and push my ass out even further in anticipation only for him to snap it bitingly against my flesh making me scream. He works into a rhythm, the burn on my skin increasing with every contact, making me groan and squeal and dance beneath it. 

He stops abruptly, striding towards me, cupping my flaming ass in his hand. Making me feel the heat against him. He draws his fingernails across my sensitive skin, scratching me. I feel his lips against my shoulder once more, making me relax into him. His teeth nip my skin as he scratches across both ass cheeks at the same time. One hand then dipping beneath me, getting immediately coated in my arousal. 

'Oh my little sub...I do love how you react to whatever I subject you to. That tight little cunt of yours really is wet. Can you feel how easily my hand is gliding over it? I could probably slide my entire hand into you so easily right now.'

I groaned and tried to push back on him, but his hand moved back with me, giving me nothing more than what he wanted to.

'No little sub, I'll decide when you get that.'

His hands disappeared from my body then, leaving me wanting. He picked up a few things and came back to me. His hand went between my shoulder blades and pushed me forwards as far as he could. I felt the cold lube against my ass, almost guessing what was coming next. His fingers spread the lube over my ass, probing in lightly. I relaxed into his touch, desperate to please him. I felt something hard and strange then being pushed against my ass. A butt plug I thought. He took his time, going so slowly. Pushing it in, bit by bit. Opening me up to him, coaxing me to accept just a little bit more at a time. I felt so full, so stretched, but the lube was helping a lot. I sighed in relief once it was fully inside me. But my relief was short lived as he started to pull it back out slightly...then back in. Out again, and back in. He did this several times, watching my shoulders tense each time. 

Once he was satisfied he tapped the base several times, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through my body. He moved round in front of me again, sitting right in front of me. He leaned down, taking my right nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, tugging on it with his lips before closing his teeth around it and pulling. Once he was content with how hard they were and once I was squealing in pain he produced the nipple clamps from his pocket. Opening it over my nipple he hovered like that, looking at me until I opened my eyes, looking at him as he let the clamp close over my already abused nipple. He repeated this with my left nipple, flicking them both repeatedly once the clamps were both securely fastened. 

His hand cupped my face, caressing my cheek tenderly, before pulling his hand back and slapping me before it registered what he was doing. The movement caused me to jump, making my tits jiggle and the clamps tug. He pulled on the chain attaching the clamps and tugged it upwards. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back pulling the clamps painfully up at the same time. He suddenly let the chain go, sending me into a loud scream. His hand caressed my cheek again before pulling back...he stopped just as he was about to make contact though, making me flinch. He smiled at me then, slapping me without warning. Sending me off balance from the unexpected. My ears were ringing and I wanted him so much.

I started trying to beg for him to fuck me, but I couldn't form any words through the gag. It came out just as a line of mumbled noise. I was trying to hard, I wanted him. 

He reached up and loosened the gag at the back, pulling it out of my mouth. Spit had pooled behind it and it fell from my mouth now, down my chin onto my clamped tits. 

'What is it sub?' 

'Please sir,' I gasped, 'please fuck me sir. Please sir. '

Before I could get out any more words he had pushed the gag back in my mouth. My further pleas turned into mumbles again. He tightened the gag even more. 

'Not yet my little slut. I'm not done with you yet.'

He reached to the side and picked up the flogger again. Standing up beside the bed he took aim and brought the flogger down on me again. This time on my tits. Each and every contact caused me to scream. The flogger would land over my breasts, the ends sometime landing on my clamped nipples, sometimes landing on the underneath of my breasts, catching the clamps themselves, making then pull and tug. Sir did this more and more, with only the ends biting my flesh as he whipped the clamps, each jolt sending me wild. I could feel the clamps being pulled from my nipples gradually, so slowly, until they were just on the tips. I was whimpering, silently begging Sir to take them off, to take away the pain. My juices were running freely down my thighs now, I could feel my clit throbbing. My ass was feeling full and stretched. He reached behind my head and undid the gag, letting it fall from my mouth. 

'What do you want sub?'

'Please sir, please take the clamps off sir. Please please sir, I need you sir. I'm begging you sir, please take them off sir,' I begged. 

He watched me for a second before lifting the flogger again, before I could even beg him no, he was bringing it down on me again and again until I heard the clamps fall onto the bed, the right first then the left falling on top of one another with a clatter. The blood rushing back to my nipple made me squeal, but Sir kept flogging my tits. 

I kept begging him throughout, begging him to fuck me. Finally he stopped. I let my body fall forward as I relaxed. He sat down on the bed watching me then, his hand wandering over my body, calming me with his touch. My breathing returned to normal. His hands ran up my arms and started to untie me. Holding my wrists gently as he brought my arms down, massaging my shoulders gently. He told me to lean forward over the bed, I obeyed, grateful for the softness of the bed. I couldn't relax completely though, my tits were on fire and I didn't want them to touch the fabric. Sir pushed me right down though, ordering me to feel the fabric against my skin. 

He moved behind me, pulling on the plug. He pulled it out lightly, adding more lube before starting to slowly fuck me with it. The slight force he was using caused my body to move against the bed. It felt deliciously sore, making me moan in pleasure. My ass lifted toward him, wanting more. 

He pushed the plug into me once more and stepped away. He picked up the gag from the bed again and pushed it into my mouth again. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back, into the box position, using a length of rope to tie them in position. He moved behind me and I heard him unzipping his trousers. With my arms tied like this and my legs still tied spread apart I could barely move, but I wriggled as much as I could, trying to tell him him how much I wanted him. 

Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back, his voice low in my ear, 'still want fucked little sub?' 

I nodded as best I could, pulling my own hair from his hand as I tried to tell him yes. Desperately. 

He used my hair to push me into the bed, taking my breath away as he thrust into my pussy. Pulling my head back every few thrusts to let me breath in before pushing me back down. My body was being moved harshly against the bed, every thrust in causing my flogged ass to burn against him and the plug to be pushed even further into my ass. My pussy was clenching around his cock, pulling him tighter and tighter into me. 

His thrusts were getting harder and faster, his hand tighter in my hair, letting me breathe less and less. He felt my body relaxing more and more and pulled me harshly up by the hair as he started to cum, filling my pussy with his cum as I breathed in deeply, my entire body tingling again as oxygen rushed around it. 

He pulled out of my pussy, letting go of my hair he undid the gag and came round to sit in front of me again, pulling my head up by the hair and ordering me to clean off his cock. I happily obeyed him, licking and sucking his cock eagerly. Tasting his cum along with my pussy, licking every inch of him, taking his balls in my mouth, cleaning him of my wetness, licking his thighs clean where I had dripped over him. 



Control Ch. 03



This pushed me over the edge, all the control was completely his. I was way past thinking of sucking his cock, I was now fantasizing about him fucking me, I wanted him to fuck me,... and fuck me hard! That’s when he pulled the truck over into a strip mall parking lot, I thought oh good,... maybe he is going to fuck me, I was so turned at the thought of having his cock shoved in me, I was shaking. 

How could he have gained such control over me so quickly, had gotten me so hot that I was actually hoping that he was going to fuck me, I could hardly believe that I was thinking this, I was truly becoming his sex slave. 

He reached into a small duffle bag he had on the floor, and pulled out a bottle of oil, he then told me to get on my hands and knees facing away from him, As I did, I felt him pour some oil on my asshole, and begin to massage it in, my cock was even harder that it had been the day before when he had fucked me with the night stick.

It felt so good the way he was rubbing his finger around my asshole he made circular motions around the ring of my ass and started to push in harder and harder as he went, I could feel my muscles relaxing as he slipped in one finger, than two and began a in and out pumping action, I was moaning and pushing back to meet his fingers, and my pulsing cock was dripping a cum pool on the seat. 

I couldn’t wait for him to put his cock in me. But then I saw him fumbling in the duffel bag and he produced a small purple dildo, about 5 inches long, it was very thick around, with it’s middle bigger than it’s ends and it had a shape kind of like a screw with a wide flat cap at the base, he put it up to my ass and began to twist it in, it felt fantastic, stretching my ass open and filling me up causing a feeling of pressure in my stomach and back. It wasn’t his cock but I was just happy to have something in there. 

I was already to really get into being fucked with this thing, waiting with my ass in the air for him to start pumping, but to my surprise he didn’t continue to move it in and out, he just screwed it in and left it!

The next thing I know, Art cleaned off his hands , started the truck and drove around behind the stores that we had been parked in front of he stopped the truck again and got out, looked at me and ordered me out, still on my knees with my ass up I looked back at him and said, “I cant what if someone sees me” 

I NEVER want to hear the word cant come out of your mouth again when I give you a command! So get your ass out here!... NOW! he yelled.

As I climbed across the seat I realized how hard it was to move with a dildo stuck in my ass, every movement seemed to take more effort, just turning around in the seat was not easy to accomplish, but I made my way out of the truck, completely naked, with a butt plug in my ass, a raging hard on, and my legs still shaking from what Art had been doing to me for the last half an hour. 

I followed Art around to the back, luckily no one was in sight Art unlocked the slide up door to the back and as he did ,he told me “If you disobey me even one more time, you are going to find out just exactly what it’s like to have me tie you down and take a whip to your ass! And that’s as experience you wont soon forget” “now get in”

I did as he orders even though it was hard to walk normally with the dildo in my ass. Art followed me in and shut the door, the roof was designed to let light in so we were able to see even though it was a little dim. 

As my eyes adjusted to the dimmer light I could see Art taking off his clothes, when he was fully naked he walked up to me grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the wall pinning me there, he got right up to my face pressing himself against me, squeezed my nuts with his free hand, and said, with gritted teeth “ who do you belong to?” You Art. .. I answered

I could feel his hard cock and balls pressing up against my stomach and my own stiff cock was being bent by his leg that was being forced toward me, my heart was beating very fast and I was having a hard time trying to catch my breath,. he then said.

You want to get fucked don’t you? 

Yes!...I said.

Then with one hand still around my throat he slapped me across my face with his free hand and stared into my eyes, and then he slapped me three more times, and said.

You want me to fuck you right now don’t you?.... You want to be my fuck thing... , my bitch ..., you want me to cum in your ass!... don’t you? 

I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach, this whole seen is exactly what I wanted, but he already knew that. He yanked me away from the wall pushed me to the center of the truck and he told me to sit down on the floor with my feet pulled up as close to my butt as I could but still apart from each other and keep my back straight. 

This was a very hard position to maintain, and it was very uncomfortable. But as I sat there I realized that the way my butt was pressed to the floor it forced the dildo deeper inside me, and the whole position created an amazing mix of pleasure and pain. 

He then stepped right up in front of me and told me to put one hand on each of his balls and squeeze as I did he ordered me to suck his cock. 

I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth, he stood just far enough away so that I had to stretch a little to get it in, but I did and it tasted fantastic, nasty dirty awful, fantastic. 

I also realized that as I stretched to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, I was forced to arch my back, which made the dildo hit something inside me, the same something that the night stick had hit the day before, I felt electric currents shooting through my body, as I rocked back and forth trying to get Art’s whole cock in my mouth. 

As I continued this rocking motion I could feel my own cock pulsing harder and harder with every electric shock wave that shot through me.

Art was moaning now and his balls were tightening up to him, I knew that it wouldn’t be long and just as I had that thought he yelled out loudly! And I felt his cock swell and a rush of salty Clorox cum hit my mouth it tasted nasty but at that moment I loved it! 

He shot stream after stream in my mouth, I couldn’t get enough, it made me feel dirty , filthy dirty, I felt like I was letting myself become completely sexual. I sucked his cock for all I was worth, trying to get every last drop of cum that he had in his balls. As I sucked faster and faster I also rocked faster and faster, causing the electric shock to combine into one long stream of current my cock was not even pulsing anymore but just vibrating in the air. 

Art groaned and pulled his cock from my mouth, and immediately squatted down in front of me, before I knew what he was doing he opened his mouth and pressed it against mine forcing his tongue in my mouth and kissing me, this took me completely by surprise, I had no intension of ever kissing him, being forced to suck his cock was one thing but kissing him was something totally different, just then I felt him grab a hold of my cock with one hand and my balls with the other, squeeze real hard and pull me forward, It felt so good I couldn’t believe it, I threw my arms around his neck and, pulled him tight to me and submitted to him. 

I thought that if I were going to be his slave that I had better get use to giving in to what ever he desired, and if that’s what he wanted I had to allow it, even if it was something that I really didn’t like,... It didn’t matter it was dirty and nasty and disgusting and it made me feel weak and submissive, which turned me on! 

But when I did that I must have rocked forward really hard because a mega shock wave rocketed through my entire body making me almost convulse and I started to cum huge jets of cum, just like the day before, more than I though possible. 

My orgasm must have lasted 2 whole minutes, when I finally finished I realized that I had cum all over Art’s chest, stomach and cock, I told him I was sorry, he said that it felt good, but to never let it happen again, and he sat back and said that he would allow me to lick it off of him, then he proceeded to force my head down and make me do it. He really enjoyed humiliating and degrading me.

As I was being forced to lick my own cum off of Art , I wondered about Emily and what her day had turned to, was she busy right now doing this very thing? Was Steve fucking her right now. 

While I had been licking art and thinking about Emily I realized that my cock was still aching, I glanced at it quickly and noticed that it was still hard as a rock and even though I had cum I was as horny as ever, I guess because there had been so much sexual play that it would take more that just one orgasm to calm my throbbing cock. Just then Art stood up and said “o.k. we have to get going you still have that busy day ahead of you I told you about”



Control Ch. 04



Art got dressed and got out of the truck, I followed hoping that no one would be around, he made me stand and wait while he locked the back latch on the truck before he would let me walk around front and get in, a woman had pulled up about 20 yards from us and was getting out of her car just before I was able to get in, she did a double take when she saw me, it was very embarrassing, I still had the dildo up my ass, she had to have seen it when I got in. Art already had the engine running and we drove off, as we passed her she gave me the strangest look, she must have know that something very weird was going on, but it was o.k. with me, it seemed like the more exposed I was the more turned on I got.

I resumed my position next to Art and he, told me to remove the dildo from my ass and place it in a plastic bag that he had in his duffel bag, he instructed me that once we reach our destination I was to find a bathroom and wash the dildo, it was my obligation as his slave. The sensation of the dildo now being out of my ass was almost as good as when Art first put it in, he reached over to me and began to feel all around my legs and stomach again, he took the same V grip on the head of my cock and began to rub the tip with his thumb, with in seconds the burning sensation started all over again, I quickly became short of breath and the feeling was making my nipples so hard that they hurt. 

Art still had not fucked me, and as he continued to rub me, my asshole started to squeeze just like it had a half on hour before, Art turned to watch me as I squirmed from the non stop movement of his thumb, and from the look on his face I could see the great sense of power that he felt over me, by only gripping the very top of my cock in his fingers, he totally controlled all of me, and could make me do anything he desired. As he looked on with pride at the control he had over me, he asked,

You liked it when I took you in the back and made you suck my cock, ...didn't you?

Yes...I said trying to catch my breath.

You like the taste of my cum in my your mouth don't you?

Again I answered ...Yes...

When I took you in the back, you thought I was going to fuck you didn't you?

Yes ...Art... 

You wanted it?... You wanted me to fuck you! ...........SAY IT!

I ...did ... I ...I wanted you to fuck my ass! 

The feeling of him rubbing my cock was so intense again that I could barely breath. 

But I loved it when you made me cum. I said. 

I'll bet you did,... well that was my mistake, ...I just got a little carried away,.. But you can best believe it won't happen again!

Did he mean that I wasn't allowed to cum at all?... His statement confused me, even though my head was spinning from the sensation in my cock, I still was clear enough to remember him making me come the day before.

I don't under stand? I said. 

Art responded.... Well I'll tell you just in case I haven't already,... as my slave you will never be allowed to cum from having your cock touched in any way, it may be rubbed or sucked or what ever else I chose, but never to the point of cuming.... You will only be allowed to have a full orgasm from having your balls squeezed, or being fucked, or possibly, if become so excited from what ever activity that you may be performing, that you just cum in the air from no physical contact at all. And that's it! ... Nothing else will be acceptable! Do you understand?

Yes Sir..... 

Then art said that we were almost there, and I looked around to realize that we were in a really shitty looking warehouse district, all the buildings were old and dirty. We rounded a corner, and Art said "we're here". 

That's a relief I thought because Art's thumb on the tip of my cock was really driving me crazy I could hardly catch my breath and the stream of cum was flowing again even though I wasn't having an orgasm. Art stopped rubbing me so he could back truck into the loading dock, his next words were.

Put you clothes on, grab the duffel bag and follow me, and hurry!

I got dressed and followed him in, it was a large warehouse with large racks of metal bars and stacks of sheet metal on wooden pallets, and a couple forklifts sitting around it wasn't very bright in there but you could still tell how dirty it was, and it smelled a combination of musty and metallic, there was a couple of doors and a window with a light on about 40 yards to our right. Art said "you wait here I'll be back" and he walked down and entered one of the doors. 

I stood there looking around feeling kind of out place, with a full hard on still straining to break out of my pants, I again found my self fantasizing about being fucked,... my cock was throbbing and I could feel a growing wet spot in my pants. What the hell has gotten into me,... I thought, two days ago this would never have crossed my mind and now I cant stop thinking about it. I tried to thing of something else, Emily, that's right I'll think of Emily, I wonder what she's doing right now? 

Emily as it turned out had been busy too. When she had entered Steve's office, he told her to shut the door behind her and come over to his desk, she nervously stood in front of his desk waiting for him to finish what he was working on, he looked up at her and abruptly said,

Is that what I asked for?... all of it?

Yes Steve... that's everything

Good!... he said,. Now give it to me.

She handed him the bag, he looked inside, nodded his approval, then stuffed the whole thing in the trashcan by his desk. Emily was shocked she thought that he would put them away and not let her have them for a while, she had no idea that he was going to throw them out. By the look on her face it was obvious what she was thinking, and Steve said

Don t be so surprised, you belong to me,... I'll tell you what to wear, and when to wear it..... If I let you wear anything at all!... And I can tell you right now; you'll never need those again. 

The sharpness of his voice reminded her who she was dealing with, and why she found it so easy to fall into the role of his submissive. 

Now come over here next to me, I want to proof that you haven't forgotten a pair.

Emily slowly walked around the side of Steve's desk toward him, and as she did, Steve sat back in his chair and admired her long silky legs, so many times in the past he had wondered what it would be like to be in this position ,...to have complete control of this sexy woman to treat her like a slut, like his own life size Barbie doll that he could dress up and fuck, and now he had her. 

Emily stepped up beside Steve's chair, she was conscious of her own breathing, Steve said "closer" and she moved in so that her dress was brushing against his chair, she was trembling, partially with nervousness and partially with excitement. She watched as Steve breathed in deeply with his nose, and she knew that he was drinking in the sweet smell of her perfume. Her pussy was so wet that it was running down her leg, and she wondered if he could also smell her arousal.

Steve reached out and touched his hand to the lower part of her left leg, her skin was smooth and soft, he slowly traced a line up the side of her leg, meandering steadily up under her dress,... over the outside of her hip and on to her waist. Where he spread his fingers and took a gentle but firm grip. 

Emily was lost in the moment, Steve's hand felt warm and strong, and when he squeezed her waist, she felt a sparkle of little electric tingles run through her pussy and inner thighs, her nipples were now completely erect and stuck out like finger tips through the thin material of her dress. 

Steve released his grip on her waist, and his hand continued on it's journey as it carefully slipped behind her, he gently caressed, and squeezed her tight little ass, he cupped it's roundness in his hand, and gave it a firm squeeze. 


Emily stood perfectly still this whole time enjoying every wonderful moment... She felt like an object or a possession that was being worshiped by its owner, and she was loosing herself in that feeling, while Steve continued his examination of her, as if he was some one who just bought a thoroughbred horse. 

He then dropped his hand all the way down to her ankle, and using only his finger tips began to trace the line of the inner part of her leg, slowly over her calf and past her knee, when he noticed there was less resistance against his finger tips, and he realized that he could feel wetness. He looked at her long legs and saw two tiny droplets, running down the inner part of each of her thighs, he now knew just how excited she was, and his hand made a beeline for her pussy.

Emily had been too absorbed in the moment to notice that her own juices where now running freely down her leg, but came to that understanding very quickly as she felt Steve's hand make contact with her sopping wet pussy, and his fingers slipped effortlessly over the tender flesh of her pussy lips. She didn't remember being that wet ever before, it was like someone had poured a whole bottle of lubricant on her, she felt his fingers sliding easily between the folds of her pussy, spreading her labia and grazing the tip of her now very swollen clit.

The trembling that she had felt earlier had intensified and she was flushed with alternating waves of hot and cold that would wash over her whole body, her breath was short and labored, and her heart was pounding as if it would pop out of her chest any second. 

Steve's finger manipulation of her slick pussy had very quickly focused on her clit.... It was swollen huge, probably the same size as the tip of her little finger, and he was making a tight circular motion around its edge. The gentle pressure of his finger making it's orbit around her swollen nub caused it to wobble slightly from side to side, this wobble began to grow stronger as the speed of his finger gradually increased, soon the wobble turned into a wiggle, and the wiggle grew to be a vibration, which started to generate heat and a burning sensation that shot sparks down her inner thighs causing her knees to become weak, and up into her stomach causing it to pulse and flutter. 

This amazing feeling was pushing Emily past what she could take, and still be able to maintain a standing position. Her lips were tingling, her ears were ringing, and she was getting tunnel vision. Her ass was squeezed tight forcing her pussy outward toward Steve's fingers, which seemed to never relent from their constant motion. Her mouth was wide open and she was moaning loud and steady,... this moaning was in perfect time with the rhythmic contractions of her vagina. Her fingers were clenched into the tightest fist they could possibly make, her nipples were so hard that they seemed to sting, and her skin was now covered in goose bumps. 

She felt an orgasm building, the size of which she had never experienced before in her entire life, she was breaking out in a sweat, when suddenly her stomach contracted hard, and an electric bolt shot through her body, causing all her muscles contract and stiffen. 

The monster orgasm had begun, her super swollen clit was being pushed out to meet Steve's fingers. But instead of continuing to stimulate her, Steve pulled his hand back, and watched as she began to shake and twitch. Her hips were bucking her pussy forward trying to rub against something that was no longer there,... she looked down at Steve and realized that he had stopped touching her, but her orgasm didn't seem to slow. She was now cuming all on her own with no outside stimulation, it was like she was being electrocuted by an invisible source.

Steve leaned forward and blew on her engorged clit. When he did this, it felt to Emily like he blew fire across her pussy, her eyes rolled back in her head, she fell forward towards Steve's desk, then her knees buckled and she collapsed with her face landing directly in Steve's lap. Perfect!.. he thought.

Emily now laid across Steve's lap, with her head resting on his bulging cock like it was a pillow and her ass still pumping sporadically in the air. 

Steve began to slowly grind his cock on Emily's face and also started to nuzzle her face against his lap, she wanted to rub her entire body over his cock.

He let this continue for a few minutes then he told her to stand, which she did with quite some effort, her legs were still shaky and her knees threatened to give way. Emily felt her whole body pulsing and vibrating, her clit was still very swollen and every time she moved it sent tingling sensations over her, and she could feel the air passing around it. After all the excitement of the past 24 hours and the anticipation of what the day would bring, coupled with the skilled hands of her new master, her clit had now become hypersensitive. She couldn't take her mind off the way it throbbed and tingled, begging to be touched. And even though she had been rocked by that monster orgasm she was left feeling unsatisfied because the stimulation had been taken away too soon, and her climax,... although it was huge, was incomplete.

Steve ordered her to take off her dress, and as she did he got another look at her perfect body she looked more beautiful than ever, her pussy was glistening and her little pink nub of a clit was plainly visible. When she saw the way that Steve was staring at her it turned her on even more, she felt more than sexy, she had become the living embodiment of sex itself, she wanted him to take her, to use her, she wanted to please him, and at that moment all she wanted to be was his possession.

He called her to him and ran his hands all over her, she loved the feel of his hands on her skin, he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her toward him, pressed his mouth against hers, driving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her deeply. He pulled away and still keeping his hand in her hair he shoved her forward on his desk. 

He had bent her over with her face on the desk and her ass out, and as he pinned her down with one hand he unfastened his pants with the other and they dropped to the ground, as they did his very hard cock popped out. 

Emily stood there bent over with her head pinned to the desk, and her ass out and available, just waiting to be fucked. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy ached to be penetrated she wanted to feel his cock inside her right then more that any thing else in the world.

Her wish was about to come true, he got behind her and pulled her hair back like the reins of a horse, pressed his cock up against her open pussy and in one giant push drove it all the way in, and holding it there as hard as he could. Emily let out a scream and squirmed to get away but he just kept it driven in all the way grinding against her as hard as he could. As she did this the pressure from Steve driving himself in as hard as he could, and her own squirming on his cock sent her into wild orgasms, and she started to buck and pump her ass back against him, she was out of control but he just held her there as tight a he could as she writhed on his cock, she was in bliss she couldn't even think straight, but before she knew it he suddenly pulled his cock out of her spun her around and forced her to squat down in front of him.

She was dazed, not understanding why he had stopped. He had only been inside of her for a minute or two at best, her pussy barley had time to adjust to its new size, as Steve's cock stretched her open. 

SUCK IT!!.... he commanded.

His cock was completely coated in her cum, it was so thick it looked like his cock had been dipped in a vanilla milk shake, and it was dripping off. 

But she had to do as her master ordered, and either way she wanted his cock in her mouth, she opened her lips and stuck out her tongue, and began to lick until it was totally clean, then she let it slid all the way in as far as she could, she used her tongue in side to tickle the head of his cock, and she started to bob her head sucking the whole length, another wave of excitement passed over her, the feeling this gave her was incredible, and her pussy started to contract faster and faster until she could feel the warmth of her orgasm take her over.

She was squatted down in front of Steve sucking his cock having one orgasm after another and bucking her hips wildly trying to find something to rub her excited little pussy against, and as she did this Steve's cock swelled up huge and she could hardly move it in her mouth, she couldn't even get it out, all she could do is squat there still cumming herself while he shot his whole load in her mouth. 

She wasn't able to swallow it all and some ran out and dripped onto her tits, but as his cock softened she was able to get back to letting it slide in and out of her mouth, she sucked every drop and when she was she was done Steve knelt down in front of her scooped the cum off of her tits with his finger and fed it to her one finger full at a time,...As he did this she was still having small orgasms. 

When he was done Steve pulled his pants back up and walked over to a closet and took out a very large dark red velvet pillow went back to his desk and threw it on the floor next to him. He told Emily to get up and come stand by him and when she did he told her that this was her new desk and from now on when ever she was in his office she would be required to be naked and be seated next to him on the pillow. When she asked him if people would see her he said, 

Yes!... People will see you naked!... And they will all know that you're my slut, but no one is allowed to enter my office without my permission, so the only people who will see you are the one's that I want to see you.... Now sit down.

As Emily tried to sit on the pillow she found that the only way to fit was to sit on one hip with her legs pulled to the side and her back very straight propping her self up with one arm, it wasn't very comfortable but it made her look very sexy, like the perfect submissive sex kitten.

Emily sat thinking how she was really beginning to enjoy the feeling of being in Steve's control, there was no pressure on her to make any decisions of any kind, just do as she was told, she was surprised to find that it gave her a sense of peace. 

The phone on Steve's desk rang he answered it and said, "o.k. I understand I'll be right over" 

He then stool up looked down at Emily and told her to stay right there, he would be back, and he walked out the door. Emily sat waiting for what seemed like forever, but was probably only 10 minutes or so, There was a sound at the door, and when it swung open and Rita walked in.

When Emily realized that it was not Steve but Rita a chill ran through her and her nipples instantly stood erect. Even though Rita had been part of what had happened the day before, she had not seen her today, and as Emily sat there naked on that pillow she felt very vulnerable. Rita casually strolled over toward Emily folding her arms in front of her and said, 

Oh my what do we have here?...Aren't you just the perfect pet sitting up so pretty!.. It' seems such a shame to let so beautiful a sight to go unappreciated, why don't I go get some of the other employee's so they can enjoy this with me!... would you like that Emily? 

No Rita ...she replied. 

Are you sure?... As Rita continued to taunt.

Yes Rita... I'm sure. 

Emily felt humiliated by the way Rita treated her, at least when Steve dominated her she felt sexy, Rita just made her feel inferior. 

Rita said, fine have it your way... If you don t want to be admired... I won't make you,....Right now that is... Beside that, we have plenty to do today, now get up we have to get going. 

Emily paused for a moment, then said, But ....but Steve said that I should wait here.

Rita stepped up to Emily bent down, and grabbed her by the chin, and looking her straight in the eye she said,... Listen to me my little bitch, I am your mistress just as Steve is your master, and you will obey my commands just as you do his!....is that completely clear?




Control Ch. 04



The next day Josh’s Mom wanted him to come into town with them. He needed another pair of pants and a few other items. Since Julie only had to work the lunch shift Josh could shop and then they could both return home when she finished. 

Josh awoke to the new day ready for breakfast. Julie was already pouring the milk on his cereal as he sat down at the table. She was still feeling a bit confused over the way she had been acting but this morning concluded there was nothing wrong with giving oneself a bit of pleasure. There was no reason to feel guilty or anxious that she liked to masturbate.  She still wondered though why she had suddenly became so very good at it. In fact her sex life in the past two days was better than it had been in any other time in her life. And she did it all alone or at least she thought she was doing it alone.

Josh also was in a very good mood. His sex life had also dramatically improved as he continued to develop his newly discovered powers of mind control. Also, while he preferred spending his summer in the fields and forest of the country, he also liked to go to town and he felt this would be a fun day. Who knows what might happen?

“Come on Josh, hurry up. I don’t want to be late for work.” Julie was working the lunch crowd at the diner but still had to be there by 9:00 and it was 8:30 now. Town was at a twenty-minute ride. Cromwell was not a large city, only 15000 residents, but it had everything they needed.

The restaurant where Julie worked was on the main street of Cromwell. The main street consisted of two blocks of various stores selling items particularly those things that were either needed right now or was not available at the Wal-Mart’s in Terryville another 30 minute ride. Josh was mainly interested in Tom’s Jeans, a local clothing store that was his destination today. He then planned on just hanging around till his mother got off work. 

“See you later Mom,” he said as he got out of the car. 

“Ok, I will be finished around 1:30. Don’t get into any trouble and be back here around noon and I will make you a hamburger,” she said and gave him a kiss as he walked off. 

Josh thought about the kiss she had given him the previous night and smiled as he walked toward Tom’s Jeans.

Tom’s Jeans was in an old building and Josh always liked the way the floors creaked as you walked over them. The place had high roof and the owner Tom was a nice guy. 

“Where’s Tom?” he asked the clerk behind the counter.

“He is not coming in until this afternoon,” the attractive young girl answered. She looked about 20, blond with long silky hair, and wearing tight fitting jeans. Josh noticed she filled them out very nice. “I’m Alice. What do you need today young man?” she asked.

“I’m Josh and I need some jeans,” Josh told her.

“Ok, Sally will help you,” she replied. “Sally, where are you?” she yelled.

“On my way,” another cute young girl answered. Josh knew her from school. She graduated last year and had been a cheerleader. She looked great but he did not like her. She could be very mean at times.

“Hi,” she said as she approached him. “What do you want?” 

Even though he did not like her Josh was feeling rather shy talking to Sally when he suddenly remembered his powers. “I wondered if they will work here,” he thought to himself. 

“Sally turn around,” Josh thought to himself.

Sally looked around and then turned around.

“Well, what do you want?” she questioned becoming a little annoyed. She was not pleased that her father made her work as a common salesgirl but he felt it would be good for her. He told her she needed to understand what work was. Sally had mostly been given whatever she wanted. This time though her father put his foot down and here she was waiting on nerds.

“Some blue jeans,” he answered and then thought, “Jump up and down three times.”

Sally jumped up and down three times and had a rather strange look on her face.

“Why did you do that?” Josh asked smiling a big grin.

“I don’t know,” Sally said looking a bit dazed but then regained her composure.

“Sally go over to the jeans and wait for me,” Josh projected into her mind.

Sally meekly walked over to the jeans counter.

Josh looked and saw Alice standing by the boots. He had not tried his powers on two people but decided to give it a whirl. First, he sent a thought to Alice, “Sit down in the chair to your left, then get up, turn around, and sit down again.”

Alice did exactly as he had instructed.

Now, Josh attempted to send a thought to both girls. He pictured girls in his mind and thought, “Both of you reach up and grab your breasts and squeezed them.”

As he watched each girl raised her hands. They placed a hand on each breast and began to squeeze.

Sally was feeling a bit odd when she suddenly felt she must touch her breast. She raised both hands to her breasts and squeezed. A gasp escaped her lips as her hands moved. As Sally did this she noticed Alice also doing the same weird maneuver. She then saw the boy watching them and watching them with great interest.

Josh was having a good time. Once he had said hello to Sally at a ballgame on a dare from one of his friends. He was a freshman at the time and she was senor. She had acted very rudely to him calling a nerd. What was worse two footballs players saw it and really began to put him down. Now it was some get even time.

Alice also felt the same need as Sally and squeezed her breast. She also saw Alice do the same and Josh watching them.

Before either of the girls could regain their composure Josh sent another thought “Now put your right hand on your left breast and squeeze. Then continue holding it while your rub between your legs ten times,” Josh again sent the thought to both girls.

Both girls did as he instructed and noticed Josh had a large smile on his face.

When she had rubbed herself ten strokes between her legs Sally ran over to Alice. “What is happening?” she gasped.

“Is something wrong?” Josh innocently asked.

“No, there is nothing wrong,” Alice said attempting to appear calm but it was obvious she was not.

Josh watched as the two girls were talking to each other.  Sally was standing with her back to him facing Alice and was moving her hands as she talked.  Josh sent them another thought, “Reach around and hug each other. While you do grab each other’s ass and squeeze ten times. Even though you don’t want it to it will feel great.”

As Alice was listening to Sally’s hysterics she suddenly had the same compulsion that Alice was having. At almost the same instant they reached around and hug each other. Alice could not help but let her hand slipped down to Sally’s young ass and squeeze. She felt Sally doing to the same to hers. It shouldn’t but it felt really good. Both girls felt something they did not want to feel and under their jeans their pussies began to moisten.

Josh simply stood there and watched them. He looked at many pictures on the Internet of girls doing things to each other and love seeing it. Here it was live. Josh also noticed the familiar budge in his pants.

Alice and Sally again regain their normal senses and were looking at each other wondering what the hell was going on.

Josh sent another thought, “Unbutton your blouse and pull your left boob out of your bra and let me get a good look at it.”

Sally was trying to comprehend what was happening. She still had the buzz of the wonderful feeling of Alice’s hug and her hands on her butt. She never thought she would be attracted to another woman. Suddenly as she pondered this, she had the strangest feeling in her left breast and began opening her blouse. She looked up at Alice on what to do and saw she was doing the same thing. Then both girls shoved the left side of their bra down and allowed their left breasts to break free of the bra. They turned and allowed Josh to see them.

“What are you girls doing?” Josh said still playing innocent.

When they heard his question they seem to break free of the spell and quickly began to cover themselves. However, before they could do so Josh sent, “Don’t cover your tit.” Both girls stopped and just stood there looking rather frantic.

“Why are you girls showing me your boobs?” Josh asked giving his most innocent look he could imagine.

Alice finally responded saying, “You need to leave now. We are having a little problem.”

“I don’t want to. I like seeing your titties.” he said again. With that he walked toward the two girls who were still just standing there with their left breast for the entire world to see.

“I told you to leave right now or you will be in big trouble,” Alice said in her firmest voice. Sally was beginning to cry.

“No, you will be the one in trouble. It is against the law for you to show your boobs in a store and I will tell,” Josh replied as he neared the two girls. Josh did not know if this was true but it sounded good.

Alice did not have an answer for this. She was still unsure of what was going on and was having difficulty thinking at the moment.

“Your boobs are feeling great being out of their bras,” Josh pushed the thought at them. He noticed immediately both nipples seemed to perk up. Josh was standing right in front of the two girls.

“Take off your blouse and bra,” Josh projected his thoughts.

Alice did not know what was going on but she knew her breast was sending wonderful signals back to her body. It felt great. Sally’s tears had suddenly dried and she had a bit of a smile on her face also. 

Sally did not know what the wonderful sensation was but wanted more of it so she took off her blouse and then unfastened her bra leaving her top half expose. Alice did the same and now they both stood before Josh with their boobs right in front of him for the picking.

“Your breasts feel great. And your pussies are feeling good to but Sally you still know what you are doing is nasty. Alice you will just enjoy everything that happens,” Josh sent this thought particularly to punish Sally. He had nothing against Alice.

Sally was in a difficult way. One part of her was pulling her toward the most wonderful sensation she had ever felt but the other part was feeling disgusted and humiliated by what she was doing. To make matter worse when she looked over at Alice, Alice had a serene smile on her face and was totally absorb in what she was feeling.

Josh said aloud, “I will show you my cock if you will show me your pussy, Sally?” . Sally could not believe she was hearing this from this nerdy guy. Normally she would have slapped his face but right now she was so confused by what she was feeling she could not react at all. She just stood there and let him look at her breasts.

“What do you say Sally?” Josh asked again. This time though he sent another thought Sally’s way, “You will take off everything but your boots. Your pussy will feel extremely good but you will know you are doing a very nasty, disgusting thing.”

The confusion in Sally’s eyes deepened as her hand went to the buckle on her pants and undid them. They were tight pants and she had to tug to pulled the down to reveal and black lace panties. She had problems getting her pants over her boots and fell on her butt with a bang but she managed the get the jeans off and then stood back up. She pulled the black panties down revealing a narrow strip of dark pubic hair and her pretty little crack.

Sally watched helplessly as she unfastened her jeans. As she did this she felt a rush like she had never felt. It went through he entire body and settled in her pussy that immediately became wet. Yet, Sally was totally disgusted with how much she liked what she was feeling. When she fell on her butt it hurt but only amplified the wonderful sensation her cunt was providing her. Sally was a virgin but had masturbated but always felt ashamed. She had always been just a tease. However, her masturbations had never felt like this. When she pulled her panties down she felt totally humiliated but that only intensified what she was already feeling.

Josh had a large grin on his face as he looked at Sally’s pussy. “You look great Sally,” he said while thinking to her, “You’re a nasty girl who feels very guilty about liking me look at your pussy. Tell me out loud how much you like me seeing your little crack. Use the dirtiest words you know.”

Sally looked at Josh and said, “I love you seeing my pussy lips, my cunt, my hole. It is all wet inside my pussy just because you are looking at it.”

Just then Darlene Hamilton open the door of the store. Josh jumped back and his quick thinking shot a thought at her. You don’t see anything and you don’t want to come into this store right now.

Darlene Hamilton turned and closed the door.

Sally was still standing there fighting the lust that was consuming her. Alice was just standing still looking like everything was wonderful and she felt great.

Josh reach down and unzip his pants. He pulled out his 4 inches of manhood and all Sally could do was watch him. She did not make fun of his small member.

“Sally rub you pussy,” Josh commanded. “Love it and hate it,” he thought.

Sally did what he said with a look of anguish on her face. 

Josh was very excited but was also feeling sorry for Sally. So he relented and sent the thought, “while you know this is nasty you will enjoy it and it will be okay.”

Sally demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh my God this feels so good,” she was finally able to speak as her hand massaged her pussy.

Josh had thought about fucking Sally but was too excited by everything and shot his load on Sally’s stomach as she hunched on her own finger. When Josh ejaculated he sent out some of the wonderful feelings he was having and Sally collapse in ecstasy. He had forgot about Alice but she now had several orgasms and slumped in a chair. What he did not know is next door, Jane Williams, peed on herself as her pussy suddenly began to send sweet vibrations to her brain in the middle of typing a legal document.

Josh instructed both women to dress. However before Sally dressed he made her rub his cum into her skin and then lick her fingers and he kept her panties.  She then finished dressing and he instructed her to sit in a chair. He told Alice to ring up him a pair of jeans. Then he told both they would keep all the feelings they had today but would not remember what had happened. He then put Sally’s panties in Alice’s blouse so she was sure to find them. Josh paid the bill and walked out of the store.



Control Ch. 04



Chapter Four: "The Box"

You can't know what nothingness is. You can't comprehend it because your world is thick with sensation. But Anne can understand it. Anne doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know how she came here. She doesn't know what "here" is. There's no texture, no figure, no light, no sound, nothing to break the nothingness. Black. Silent. She was somewhere and now she's not anywhere at all. She's twisted like a pretzel. She can't understand. She's trying to think but there's no sensation to wrap a thought around. Yes, now there's something. There's an ache in her shoulders, a dull little thing that soon blossoms to fill the void. Nature abhors a vacuum, don't you know, so the ache throbs throughout hers, expanding, filling, taking over all the space in her universe. Finally the pain gives her an anchor and she knows. Somehow she's at the bottom of a coal mine, trapped under a mile of rubble. How did it happen? She can't remember. She's dying alone. She tries to call for help but there's no air.

* * * * *

Wake up, Geoff!

If you sleep you'll crash, and who will rescue Anne? Stay awake. Find some radio station. Watch the half-moon skimming along the horizon, the same moon you saw last night. It's still there. It'll keep you going. It's your destination anyway. The silver apples of the moon. Follow them to your glimmering girl, with apple blossom in her hair. 

Why that poem? You don't even like Yeats. Yeah, but it's how she got me. She came up to me at a party at the Dean's house where I was being shy. She asked me what I taught and I said poetry, then she recited the whole thing and I was hooked.

Hooked like a little silver trout? Yes, caught with a berry and a thread. Just like that. But stop. I don't want to think of that poem, especially not that poem, not tonight. You know how it goes, don't you? She called me by my name and ran, and faded through the brightening air. Don't fade away, Anne. I'm coming tonight, before the air brightens.

The lights of Roanoke pass on the right, leading down toward the Shenandoah Valley. For a short way there are street lights along the interstate, but then Geoffrey leaves them behind and the road gets dark again. Not as dark as for Anne. No, Geoffrey sees light everywhere. Under the moon the countryside is luscious, almost as beautiful as during the day, dotted with little lit-up homes that probably have people who are watching TV, secure and happy, maybe grumpy, maybe teasing each other, maybe running fingers around penis and vulva and embarrassed to be doing it with all the lights on. Anne would be amazed at so much light. It would blind her.

Wake up, Geoff!

What's Satan doing to her? Is he hurting her again, and taping it for his audience? Or is he forcing pleasure on her, standing there feeling his power, knowing however much he punishes her she can't resist him? He'll be taping that too, of course.

Or maybe she's dead. No! Maybe she died. Stop it! Maybe she is. Maybe he's skinned her and has hung her carcass like a side of beef and is letting her age, so she'll be more tender when he eats her. No! 

Once the idea creeps in it doesn't want to leave.

Think! She was alive last night. I saw her! But maybe she died. No! It wasn't even a full day ago. Hah! You can die in an instant. He could kill her without even trying. Do you see her body? Do you see it hanging by the ankles, meat hooks through the ankles? She's alive! Really? Then maybe he's killing her right now.

Make the image go away! Try a poem again, a different poem. How's this one? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace... Stop it! Wake up! I have to keep awake! Then what about this? I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paperweight. Shit, oh shit. May as well go back to Yeats. Can't I remember any poems that end well? Maybe Dr. Seuss. Did I ever tell you how lucky you are? Oh fuck off!

Now other things push out the death thoughts, mainly sights from Satan's Web site, visuals of Anne being broken and feeling more ecstasy than Geoff could ever hope to give her.

There's one video in particular. They all share the essentials, but this one.... Geoff forgets the moon and forgets the road. He almost forgets what he's doing because of what's in his mind. Anne coming and coming, Satan having worked her well with sorcery. She's coming, and while she does Satan opens her labia to show off her inner lips and mouth to the camera. The mouth is opening and closing, like that of a fish, or a monster, something alien. It's a flower, pink and muscular like a closed-up rose or tulip, but it's trying to find a penis to feed on. The petals open and close. Geoff has never seen anything like it. He can't get it out of his mind.

He also can't forget the aftermath. Breathless words. "Thank you, Victor. Thank you. Thank you. Oh God."

* * * * *

Anne floats at the bottom of the world, packed neatly in her pencil box. She can hear her breathing, and her moaning when she has air for moaning, if she is conscious enough to pay attention, but even then she doesn't always know she's the source. What can she feel? She can feel her shoulders ease from their sockets. She has nothing else, no sound, no sight, no smell, no movement, no sense of anything outside her skin. She is as alone as anyone has ever been, given forever to contemplate her insignificance. 

When she's less conscious she sometimes has brilliant visions and she takes deep breaths and smells the world and runs and flails her arms. When she's more conscious she struggles to breathe and remembers she has orders to think of her husband, though it makes her tremble to do it. What is she to think about? About discipline. When he put her in here he told her to think of a punishment severe enough to atone for disobedience. What did she do? She said something bad. Now she has to think of something harsh, and maybe when she does he'll come back.

She has to think of her husband because He's her world, her Lord. He rules the garden of earthly delights. So she trembles. Fear of her Lord is the beginning of wisdom. There used to be another world -- wasn't there? -- but that passed away. There was another man, but don't think of him. No. She was bad. He hated her. There's only Victor. How many eons has she been in this place? Someday He will return to let her see again and hear again and feel more pleasure and pain than she can endure. For now, though, there's only ache.

Please come, my darling. Please. My shoulders. They hurt so. I can't stand it anymore. Please hurry. I'll be so good. I'll do everything you want, only please, my shoulders. I'll be perfect. Oh God, they hurt. I can't, I just can't stand it anymore. Loosen me just for a minute, just for a second. Please, my darling. Please. Oh please.

If Victor were here he'd be intimate. He'd brush his whiskered cheeks across my neck, breathe into my ear. He'd make me kiss him. Kiss me. Be loving about it. Yes, darling. I will. Kiss you lovingly, your wonderful mouth. Oh please! My shoulders. 

It wouldn't always have been that way. It hasn't been long since she could resist, struggle, withdraw, feign, make an impression of full submission and love without being whole- hearted. Was it so recently? She can't remember very well. She knows he hurt her relentlessly and kept her bound. He made her suffer until she faded out, and he began again when she came around, doing it forever, until she became obedient. Love me. Yes my love. Want me. Please, I want you. But she still keeps losing her way and doing something bad. If he were here he'd tell her, when you are really a very good girl I'll give you a little present, but not until then. Now let's continue your training, to help you overcome your will.

His voice is rich and breathy in her ear while he pulls back on her arms to make them hurt even more. You're forgetting. You're forgetting to submit. You want to assert yourself. You want me to undo what I want.

I'm sorry, darling. I try and I try, but I'm so weak. Oh my shoulders! Please, loosen them just a little? Please?

When was it that she became too weary to resist any further? She grew so tired. She was empty and it went on without end. He was never impatient about it. He didn't let her sleep, or rest, or move. All she could do was hurt and try to be loving for him. It was then it first came over her in a blaze of clarity, certainty that his will was right and true and he was worthy of her absolute devotion. But she keeps forgetting -- she's so stupid, such a useless bitch -- and he has to begin all over, until she remembers again. If only she can make herself be good enough for him. 

He's still speaking. Submit. Remember the pleasure I get from this. Think of my desire.

I am, darling, but I just can't stand it. I need your help. Please help me.

* * * * *

Wake up, Geoff, you asshole! 

Remember what you have to do. You have to kill that son of a bitch and take her away. How should I do it? Just kill him. Shoot the bastard and take her from him. Carry Anne away with you. Take her home with you, your love forever. Make her safe. Hold her. Care for her and bring her back to the world of light and love, sweet soft fucking in the afternoon, her body warm against your back at night, her breath on your neck. Run your lips down the side of her neck. Remember how she smelled? Caress her as she sleeps. Gently. That's right. Like that. Move your hands over all her hills and hollows. Drive down into the valley where she's waiting. The valley is hills and hollows. The moon lights it like candles light Anne, coolly and evenly, leaving a half shadow between her labia, like the headlights along the highway with a half shadow between them, moving into the night, into her mystery. My Anne. My darling. She wakes already inflamed, already with a catch in her breathing, already wanting, and it's exactly here that Geoffrey runs off the road.

The car veers to the right, onto the shoulder where it hits gravel and sounds like a bag of marbles emptied onto the floor, so when Geoffrey wakes he is disorganized, thinking about marbles. He jerks the wheel back and the car fishtails. A car shooting past him honks a long warning. The right rear fender bangs against the railing, then he has control again and he brings the car over to a stop.

He starts crying. In a second he's bawling like a baby. "I'm sorry Anne! I'm sorry! I can't do it. I don't know. I'm afraid I can't. I can't stay awake to get to you." 

Stop it, damn it! Make yourself stop! If you break down she dies. You have to do it. No one else can. Why didn't you call the police? They might have gone to her. I don't know. They wouldn't have. Maybe they would have. It's too late, now. I have to keep going. You thought she'd come back to you if you were the big hero who rescued her. Well, she won't. She won't come back to you at all. Dreaming about being with her isn't going to help anything. She's not yours anymore. I know. I know. It's true. I'm sorry, Anne. I'll concentrate more. I have to save you. Then I have to let you go.

Geoffrey cries a minute or two longer, before he can make himself stop, then he shakes himself and reaches to the back seat for a soft drink from the cooler. Open it. Drink. He grabs a flashlight and gets out to check the damage to the car. There's a fender crease, maybe a yard long. He shines the light all over the right rear tire, feels it. "Shit!" Finally he gets back in, starts the engine and takes off again. The moon lights the valley below while he works to keep himself awake.

* * * * *

Anne has been struggling with herself, but she can't stop whimpering or trying to move. She's forgotten how to submit properly. He'll have to help her some more. If he would put his erection to her face she would show how good she can be. She would suck him sweetly while he hurt her so he could be pleasured by having her moan around his glans. She would treat his penis so lovingly, so softly, to make him happy. She might make him happy enough.

Where am I? How did I come here?

Anne is on her knees, open to him as always. While he pulls on her arms he pushes a thumb all the way into her rectum, plumbing the depth. Two other fingers plow her vagina. Maybe she's been good enough. Maybe he's going to give her a present, a respite. Please, love. Then he's caught her womb and her ass tightly, but his fingers come out and tickle her labia, all the way up to the end, then down, then again, then again, jacking up her desire, until there's nothing in her world but his face at hers, the smell of his breath and the whispered words of what he'll make her do to show her devotion. While he hurts her shoulders his thumb fucks her and his fingers touch and withdraw, over and over, barely touching her, just enough to keep her high. He tells her what she has to do. What is it? 

Please no, darling. Oh! Oh! Please no. I can't do that. Please, I couldn't. Please, no. Oh! Please don't make me. Please no. She says that even though he's telling her he'll loosen her shoulders and flood her with pleasure once she says "yes." It must be a long time before she is aware once again that she can't move, can't speak, can't see, can't hear, can't do anything at all, and that she is completely alone. The throbbing in her shoulders overwhelms the throbbing in her sex.

* * * * *

It's not like last night, not in any way at all. Even the moon is different. Geoffrey is out in the country, but it's different. Gravel rattles under the car, and the moon lights a cloud of dust behind him. This country is different. It's close to Satan. Geoffrey can feel him. He just can't feel Anne.

There is a house far back from the road, up a dirt driveway, surrounded by fields of grass and night-mist. There are no near neighbors. As Geoffrey drives over the gravel he thinks of marbles and of almost crashing. He also thinks this is no site for a video studio. There's a mercury vapor light on a pole between the house and a shed, so bright the siding seems to gleam, both floors glowing in the night, but there are no other lights. It's only a few minutes after eleven. There should be lights. Don't dwell on what this could mean.

He drives past the house and around a bend, then turns around. What does the place remind him of? Sleepy Hollow. 

Geoffrey drives back without headlights and stops a few hundred yards from the house. On the back seat are some night vision goggles. Through them the world stands out as fuzzy green on black. Can this be the place? It can't be. Well, what's here? A liquid propane tank. A car. One car. It's Anne's car! Anne's car. Anne's. Concentrate, dummy! What else is there? There's a large satellite dish. Where's Satan's car?

What if it's not the place? A premonition. Maybe it's just a diversion. What if they're three states away? What if Anne is dying across the continent, in L.A.? Okay, Geoffy, get down to business. If it's not the place you'll know in a few minutes. There's no sign of electronic devices. Though Satan would certainly be able to hide things. If he has them I can't sneak up. Where's that flak jacket? Damn it, I paid enough for it. I know I brought it! Load the gun. Stop shaking. Stop shaking. Control. Control. Deep breaths. Now drive right up to the door. Go in with force. Gun stuck in my belt. Safety off. Ready? Go.

The driveway has no gate. No security. That seems to be a thing with Satan. Geoffrey roars up the long road, the car bumping and hitting bottom twice, making dust. Making noise. Close in, he can see window and door bars. Geoffrey gets out of the car with three different size crow bars to attack the security door. It takes less than a minute to spring it.

Jesus, it's shoddy!

Then to the wood door. It takes almost no time at all. He crashes through it and falls to the floor with the gun in front of him, scanning the room with the night goggles and listening. There's no sound at all. He goes through the house, turning on lights, first the ground floor, then the second. It's only afterwards that he thinks he should have used the night goggles all along. He was making himself a great target for anyone sitting in a darkened room. But no one was sitting there. No one is here at all.


* * * * *

Every so often a panic sweeps over Anne and she tries to scream and move her arms and legs. She can't do it for more than a few seconds before she gets light-headed and can't breathe, after which she shivers some more and makes little squeaks and slips back into a state that is close to, but not quite, unconsciousness. 

* * * * *

The house is full of prints and photos of nudes. Some of them are noir, but not all. They aren't even pornographic. Some are reproductions of famous works. Otherwise the house seems completely domestic, the home of someone educated and refined. It's tasteful, not showy. Mixed furniture. Danish mixed with art deco mixed with old, leather-covered trunks and dark oak armoires. Lawyer's bookshelves hold a mixture of old, leather-bound books and paperbacks. The kitchen is contemporary, open and bright, with a butcher-block in the center. There isn't a smidgen of a mote of a hint that it covers a torture chamber, but it must.

And of course it does. 

Geoffrey finds the basement door just off the kitchen. It's like nothing else in the house and he knows it must be what he's looking for. No other door would be steel, or fastened with two heavy padlocks. She must here. Pry on the locks, Geoff. Shit! Get the toolbox. There may only be two locks, but it takes twenty minutes with the power saw to get through them. A blade breaks half way through. There aren't any other special problems, though. 

There's an ordinary light switch just inside the door. Ordinary wood stairs with smooth, bare, planks that lead to a plain landing. It is bare and smooth, too. A mundane stair. More stairs descend to the cement floor. Satan has to have some other security devices, doesn't he? Alarms? Cameras? 

By the time Geoff has reached the landing he can see the whole layout. It's all here, spread out across the basement floor. The stage lights, the cameras, the treadmill. There are contraptions all over for immobilizing and displaying Anne. Geoffrey hasn't even seen them all on the Web site. He walks down into it. There aren't any sounds but his footsteps. Directly at the foot of the stairs is the device Satan uses to stretch her. It seems out of place, as though Satan has moved things around. Geoff runs a hand over it. It is a beautiful piece of furniture, polished, smooth, varnished. It reflects the computer's screen saver, showing tiny, reverse images of women being tortured. Anne isn't one of them. She isn't down here. She doesn't seem to be anywhere.

But there are shadowed areas. There are corners and separate rooms, and areas that are hidden behind the furnace, the water heater, pillars, the AC, a deep freeze, duct work. The place is a labyrinth. The floor isn't even; at one end it rises toward the ceiling, so that Geoff has to stoop to walk along it. He half-creeps to his left, around a corner, then turns another left and is in a narrow dark place. The floor descends again. After a moment he can stand erect. A few more feet and he turns left again and is back in the main area of the cellar, at the far end from where he began. 

From here he can see a space under the landing. It seems to have a doorway, though it is small, fit only for a rabbit. Or Alice. Or Anne. Geoffrey shines the flashlight under the landing and there it is. He gets a tingling across his back and up his arms. I'm here Anne. Please be alive. One more steel door, not as small as he'd thought. How had it seemed so tiny? This one has only a single deadbolt, so once Geoff gets his toolbox he's through it in five minutes. 

This is the place. Finally. It has to be. Geoffrey stoops a little to enter, and it really is awfully tiny, no more than a closet, absolutely black. It smells damp and earthy, but when he sweeps it with the flashlight the whole thing looks concrete. And there's the box. Just sitting there, in the middle of the floor. In the belly of the beast, he thinks. Again there is an ordinary switch and a single bulb. 




Control Ch. 04



Jesus fucking Christ! 

In the light the box is smaller than it looked on the net. Flat-black paint, rectangular, completely sealed. Like a trunk. A clear tube comes out the middle of one end and nestles on the floor. There's a latch, but no lock, just a dirty bolt pushed through the hasp. Geoffrey pulls it out and opens the top, which is heavy, filled with insulation and lined with cloth. It opens with a squeak, and as he swings it up and back there's a powerful stench of urine.

And there's Anne. 

She's hunched far down inside. In the belly of the belly of the beast. For a moment Geoff doesn't know what to do. He just stares at her.

She is exactly as in the video, closed in on all sides by Styrofoam, her head far down in the stock, encased in a vinyl mask, and she must still have the ear and nose plugs. Her arms are secured with handcuffs. She's tiny, hardly child sized, so much smaller than he remembers, with bones that push outwards against her skin. There's a recurrent raspy sound where the tube from the floor ends at her mouth. 

She surely feels the movement of the box and the cool air. She has felt nothing at all, for how long? She undulates and the sweat of her back, which had pooled in the hollow places, runs down her sides.

Geoffrey touches her. Her spine feels sharp under the thinnest skin he can imagine. God. Annie. He touches her again. He wants to keep touching her but he has work to do. He loosens the nut and lifts the top half of the stock from her neck. He takes the straps off her ankles. She begins to move her head back and forth a little and make little, whining noises. Geoff gets excited. When he bends to lift her out of the box, the breathing tube pulls out of her gag.

Damn, she's light!

Geoffrey sits Anne on the floor and holds her up while he tries to unfasten her. She sits with legs splayed, head falling backwards, making a whistling sound through the rubber ball. 

The gag is easy. It comes away slimy. The mask adheres to her skin and makes a tearing sound as it comes off. Anne's flesh is damp under it. The hair under the mask is plastered to her head. She seems blind. The nose and ear plugs aren't any problem. They pull right out. She's trying to move her legs, to stretch them, and to move her head. She's making those mewling sounds. Her eyes seem to focus but she doesn't understand at first. Something is wrong. Something is different. Then she knows who he is.

"Geoffy! Geoffy!" She looks like she's yelling but he can hardly hear her. "Geoffy!"

She doesn't have enough wind to push her words or even to make sentences. 

"Geoffy!" She doesn't believe it. She looks around for her husband and tries a sentence. "I'm sorry. Geoffy. I'm. Sorry. Help. Me. I'm sorry. Please. I tried to be. Be good. Geoffy. But I. Couldn't." She looks all around the room again. She's shivering. "Geoffy!"

"It'll be okay, Anne. I'm here."

"Geoffy!"

He carries her out to the main basement area, Anne shaking harder, her head on his shoulder, whimpering more. He can't believe her lightness. She doesn't weigh anything. She almost floats in his arms. Every few seconds she wheezes his name.

The desk has dozens of keys, the very first one of which fits the cuffs. He removes them and Anne's arms fall straight down to her sides. It's like they're attached only by skin. She is utterly flaccid, and passive, but she keeps saying, "Geoffy!" She really can't believe he's here. She doesn't understand anything.

The corset straps are a problem. They're much too tight to unfasten so Geoffrey lays Anne on the concrete and rummages through his tools for a box cutter, slices through them, and peels the corset off. There's another tearing sound. It leaves behind a brown scum of old sweat and dead skin. Anne begins to get air in a series of gasping, phlegm-clotted wheezes. She coughs, breathes, coughs, breathes some more. It's some time before she can control the coughing, and she wheezes the whole time. Her breath is foul. There's a rattling when she inhales.

Get going, Geoff. Up the stairs. It's like carrying an eight year old. Geoffrey looks upward but he keeps seeing the box, below in the closet, holding Anne down in the darkness. Concrete. Nothingness. Anne.

9-1-1. Come on! Come on! Geoff has to lay Anne on a couch to call, and she says something that sounds like she's becoming aware.

"No Geoffy. No police. Please. No police. He'll be mad!"

He leans down and puts a hand to her cheek. She is cold now, still damp. Her small breasts are absurdly well defined, there being no fat to soften them.

"It's okay, Annie. We need them. I'll be with you the whole time, okay?" Anne tries to use her hands. She inches her arms along, takes one of his hands with both of hers, and pulls it to her face. "Geoffy, Geoffy. He'll punish me. For being bad." She coughs some more while he talks to the EMS operator. Her cough is ragged and coarse. Then,

"Where are your clothes?"

"Clothes? I..." She looks at him blankly. "Geoffy."

"I'll go look."

"No!" She grabs his hand. Where did she get that strength? "Don't leave, Geoffy! He'll punish me! Tell him I tried! Tell him!" She starts coughing again and it looks like she's crying, but there aren't any tears. The coughing seems to hurt her. She holds on to Geoffrey's hand and coughs and tries to say "No!" through the coughs, and finally Geoffrey holds her to him and caresses her damp hair. 

"Okay. Okay, Annie. I won't leave you. I promise." 

"He'll punish me!"

"No he won't Anne. Never again. He'll never hurt you again."

"But he will!"

Geoffrey looks her in the face for a minute, patting her hair. "Anne, he can't hurt you anymore because I'm here."

"He will." But there is uncertainty in her voice.

"Listen to me, Anne. Listen." He kisses her forehead. "If he ever comes back I will kill him. I will. I will kill him. He can never come back, ever again." Geoffrey says this in as calm and matter-of-fact a voice as he can manage, and Anne stares up at him as though she can't comprehend what he means, but she becomes calmer.

He carries her back to the bedroom. It isn't any trouble, though he catches himself staring at her body. Her clothes are where they've probably been for months, in her closet and dresser as in any middle-class bedroom, your private, safe place. He dresses her in a little short-sleeved blouse, panties, and slacks. The slacks won't stay up, so he uses a safety pin at the waist to make them fit. Then he carries her to the kitchen. 

* * * * *

That's where the police find them, in the kitchen. Anne is curled on Geoffrey's lap, her head on his shoulder, looking like a sick child, and he is giving her sips of water from a glass. Shreds of bread and an open tuna can show that he has fed her a little. 

A paramedic tries to take Anne to a gurney. "No, no, no, no, no! Geoffy! Geoffy!" They can't get her to let go of him.

"Come on, son," says an older cop. "We need to ask you some questions." But the result is the same. Geoffrey strokes Anne's hair and kisses her face. "There, there, Annie. I'm here." She is shivering again. Finally he looks apologetically at the cop. 

"I'm sorry, officer. I can't go anywhere as long as she's like this. Can you interview me here?" So they do. "Send someone down to the basement. Look at the set-up where he tortured her. And look at the box he kept her in." 

One paramedic examines Anne while the other begins a glucose drip. As long as she can hold some part of Geoffrey she cooperates.

When the police come back up, their attitude has changed completely. They call for criminalists to catalogue the basement, and they arrange for an arrest order for Victor. The older cop asks if Anne really had been kept in that box, but Geoffrey isn't paying much attention anymore. He holds Anne and tries to answer questions, but he keeps finding himself waking with his head leaning on hers. 

More strange people come and go, more all the time. Every time Geoffrey raises his head off Anne's there are new people. He wants to be helpful but he can't keep himself awake. At some point a pack of reporters gathers just outside the crime scene tape, to film everything and shout questions. Later the paramedics wake Geoffrey enough to have him help get Anne onto a gurney, and he holds both her hands and leans over her to calm her and shield her from the reporters, while someone else guides them past the press and into the EMS van. He will never know how his car gets to the hospital. All he knows is that she holds him the whole way. She burrows her face into his chest, right up by his underarm, and he keeps his face against her cheek and whispers to her, when he isn't nodding off, about how everything is going to be fine now, and he is shocked at himself to find he is happier than he can remember ever having been.

End of Chapter Four. 



Control Ch. 04



Gene awoke slowly, rising languidly though the sea of dreams. The sun was in his eyes and there was a woman in his arms. Annalie. 

Instinctively he curled around her, his face nuzzling in her hair, and breathed deeply of the sleeping scent of Woman (her). His cock was hard and nestled between her the softness of her thighs, seeking the warmth and delightful sweetness he remembered.

Michele sighed and stirred gently. Gene moved with her, cupping her breast and pressing against her. Eyes still closed, he nudged further in and found the base of her neck, and he naturally closed his lips over it in a gentle good morning nip. She startled, and Gene instantly became fully alert. Michele. Oh, right. Damn. Feels good.

The smell of sweet cedar and the sea drifted across Michele's senses. Traces of her dreams flitted in her mind and she sighed in pleasure, savouring the moment. She felt the warmth of soft sheets caressing her skin, and Wha-? a strong arm around her, caressing her breast.

She squirmed, and realized it was Gene. His cock was ready, heavy and alive between her legs. I must be dreaming. Still muzzy with sleep, she lay for another moment and then startled as Gene's teeth grazed her shoulder. She froze - not knowing what to do. Did we?

"Good morning darlin'." Gene said softly, removing his hand from her breast and resting it on her hip. "Did you sleep well?" He couldn't resist a gentle thrust against her.

Michele jumped as if he'd shoved a hot poker at her, throwing off the covers and leaping out of the bed. Gene rolled on to his back, grinning as Michele stared at his cock as if she'd never seen one before. She couldn't help it.

"Don't take it personal, darlin'. I have the same problem every morning." Gene shrugged, giving her his #1 winning smile. Michele's brain was still filled with images of her dream and unconsciously her hand reached down to her pussy, probing between her lips to check -

Gene's eyes followed her hand, and he chuckled. "Nothing happened, darlin'. We slept."

Michele blazed in embarrassment as she realized what she was doing and jerked her hands away. Gene decided he'd teased her enough, however gently. "How about some coffee and a shower, and then I'll take you back to your car?"

Michele was furious. He was playing with her. She wasn't sure if she was angrier with him for being aroused in the first place, for telling her she had nothing to do with it, or for laughing at her. Cocky bastard. Even worse, she was angry with herself. After that that had happened, she was reacting to him. Strongly.

Last night he'd been very, kind, very nice, but he was probably no better than any of the rest of them. Let's find out. Michele forced a smile on her face. "Personal or not, how about I take care of that for you. It's the least I can do - "

Christ, don't tempt me, girl. Michele stood there, lips pursed in a cute little pout, his shirt barely covering her. Her nipples were erect, her dark pink areoles visible through the thin material. Gene scrubbed his fingers through his hair vigorously as if to clear the image from his mind. "Right now I'd like some coffee." And a blowjob, yup, that would be sweet, allright. He shook his head hard. "Why don't you get a shower while I make some?"

What is wrong with him? Michele screamed internally. What's wrong with me? Her shoulders slumped and she turned, walking slowly towards the bathroom.

Poor baby, you're not used to being turned down, are you? Gene pulled on his pants and went to the kitchen. Not many would. He busied himself with the coffee, and soon heard splashing from the washroom. She'd left the door open again. An invitation, or habit? He wondered.

She was humming - he listened carefully - sounded like that old Who song, "Behind Blue Eyes". Presently the coffee began to perk. Cream and sugar, and lots of it, I'll bet. He checked the fridge. Milk will have to do.

Michele was frustrated. Damn him already - twice! She's never run up against someone like Gene. He confused her. She wanted him. She hated him. She knew he wanted her, but he rejected her. What sane man wouldn't want this? She plumped her breasts in the mirror.

The problem was, he wasn't like the men she'd preyed on before. Michele sensed he was much smarter than they, and he wouldn't let her play with him like they did. He's blow her off in a minute. What am I doing here? He doesn't want me.

Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes and she turned on the taps hard, hoping to stifle a sob. She started humming to comfort herself. Oh, he'd fuck her all right - didn't they all? But he'd turned her down, even with his cock standing at attention. Fuck. I wish I knew what he wanted.

She tested the water, adjusting it until it almost steaming. I wish I knew what I wanted.

Michele washed her face, brushed her teeth, and shrugged off the t-shirt. She stepped into the tub, closing the glass door behind her. The shower caddy was fully equipped, she noted. Fresh bar of soap, fresh wash cloth, navy blue again, shampoo, conditioner.

She laughed in spite of herself - a fresh razor! Must have been a Boy Scout. She smiled to think of Gene as a boy, a skinny little redhead with a mischievous smile. But what a man he had grown into. She started humming again. . Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Gene heard the shower start; Michele's tune had changed. Oh, that's pretty. She sounded happier now. He then realized there were no towels. Not good. Better grab her a couple. He strode to the linen closet and searched through them for his biggest, fluffiest ones, selecting a pair of thick ivory bath sheets. He checked a moment at the doorway to the bathroom. If she didn't want me in there she would have locked the door, never mind leaving the damn thing wide open.

Walking into the bathroom he stopped dead at the sight of Michele stretched hands over her head on the showerhead, back arched under the spray. He noted the steam rising from her. Damn. She likes it hot. Very nice.

Gene quietly placed the towels on the vanity and went back into to the kitchen for his coffee. He was beginning to regret turning her down earlier. She had made it sound like trading sex for a place to crash, and that bothered him. It just wasn't good enough. Gene smiled ruefully. Sometimes having a conscience was hard, especially if the part of him that didn't was also hard.

He adjusted his cock, having grown uncomfortable in his jeans, and went back to the bathroom with his coffee, leaning in the doorway. If she were not here, he would have taken care of this problem in the shower, by himself.

Michele had turned under the shower, obviously enjoying the pounding spray. She was oblivious to his presence, head down and eyes shut. Gene was glad he'd just cleaned - even with the heat and steam, the glass was still clear. Streams of water flowed down her in thick rivulets, outlining and defining every curve, every ridge of smooth skin.

Sipping his coffee, he took the opportunity to get a long, slow look at her. Conscience or no, he'd be damned if he wasn't going to enjoy the show.

Michele squirted some shampoo into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together. She raised them to her head and scrubbed. Gene's free hand clenched slightly, wanting to clutch her breasts. Raised by her movements, they were plump and full as large, juicy oranges, tipped with nipples dyed the crimson of perfectly ripe strawberries from the heat of the water. Gene chuckled quietly at his thoughts. Do you want to fuck her or eat her? His cock jerked and he had to adjust himself again. Well - both. His tore his eyes away and dragged them down her torso.

Gene drank in her movements, watching her abdomen flex, smooth muscle overlaid with a touch of softness. He could just make out the suggestion of a dimple in the small of her back before his gaze slid appreciatively over her ass. It was high and firm, perfectly in proportion to her hourglass hips. Gene could clearly see the muscles moving under the plush curvature, leading down to long, strong legs. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined feeling them wrapped around his waist.

Michele finished rinsing her hair, picked up the soap and brought it to her nose. Mmmmm, how lovely! It wasn't Irish spring like on the vanity, but white and delicately curved. A ladies soap, lathering generously in her hands with soft, creamy suds. Michele took it and lathered up the washcloth. She soaped herself down, not feeling her usual ferocity when showering. Her strokes were slow, leisurely, the suds downy on her skin.

This is nice, being here. Everything one could need, everything in its place. Comfortable.And Gene. He was so - perfect - gorgeous. She formed a picture of him in her mind. Broad furry chest, perfect for running fingers through. Large gentle hands. Tall, strong, and oh! Sparkling green eyes, full of laughter. A square jaw setting a warm smile, framed by a soft dark beard. I'd like to run my fingers through that, too.

Michele wondered what it would be like, what he was like, what it meant to be his. I bet he could make me come. But then her thoughts turned to the ones who had made her who she was, the ones that had ruined her when she was so young. If only she'd taken better care of me, watched out for me. Dammit, Mom!

Michele remembered the parade of men that ran through her mothers life as if they went through a revolving door. The tinkling, brittle laughter when her mother entertained them. The snores when she passed out. The moist breath and the furtive movements when they -

That's over now. But was it? Wasn't she doing exactly the same thing? No. Not anymore. I can't do this anymore. But was it too late? Could Gene want her? Love me? The way he'd treated her was enough for her to hope. She started humming again, and thought of how it would feel if he kissed her. You're so fucking special.I wish I was special.

Gene listened to her hum, rapt in the intimacy of Michele's movements. The tone had changed from the longing of Dorothy's daydream to something darker, sadder. Michele seemed to be caressing herself as she smoothed the sudsy cloth over her breasts and down over her stomach. Absentmindedly he registered the soft alto of her voice, crooning throatily in a minor key. I've never had a singer before.

He took another sip of his coffee, realizing belatedly that he'd finished it off. He put the cup down on the vanity quietly, not wanting to break the spell.

Michele rinsed the cloth, re-lathered it and turned away from Gene. She lifted her foot up and rested it on the edge of the tub, bending over. Her bottom pressed against the glass and Gene's breath caught in his throat. Yes. That's it darlin'. She slowly and carefully washed one leg, then the other, and her red cheeks shifted enticingly against the glass. Show me.

Michele straightened up and she seemed to dance, washing her thighs, passing the cloth from one hand to another. She stepped to the side and Gene could see the navy blue caress her pussy. She dropped the cloth, bringing her hands in front of her and then Oh, Christ! two suds-soaked hands came back around her hips and delicately but thoroughly probed the crack of her ass. This time Gene allowed himself to pull on his cock a moment, pressing it down. He closed his eyes, groaning inaudibly. Michele continued her song.

A squeal of skin against porcelain brought him back - Michele had turned to the shower again. She ran her hands over her face, smoothing them over her hair, lifting her breasts, twisting under the spray to rinse - she was almost finished. She stood still a moment, then placed the arm furthest away from Gene against the wall.

Michele lifted her chin to the spray her head and Gene imagined he could see the faintest suggestion of a smile dimpling her cheek. She spread her legs slightly, placing them carefully back just a little. Michele slid her free hand between her legs. Her triceps rippled for a moment. Her voice got throatier, deeper, and then her back arched into the spray and she froze, every muscle tight, highlighted in watershine. Gene held his breath. Michele shuddered, her song dissolved into quiet exclamation.

They both stood still for a moment, catching their breath. Gene grabbed a towel and unfolded it. Michele opened the shower door, the rush of steam billowed out with her and she stepped out right into Gene's arms. She let out a squeak of alarm.

"Gene! You startled me!"

Gene was glad for the steam that made both their cheeks flush. "It's all part of the service, Miss. Wash and wax and the best coffee in town for a quarter. " He brought the towel up over her head and squeezed the water out of her hair. Michele was laughing, fighting him, so he pulled the towel just apart to let her head through, pulling her face right next to his. "You got a quarter, Miss?"

He saw! Did he? Oh god, I should have shut the door! Michele was glad for the heat of the shower and her little fright - hopefully it hid what she had just done. I'm not going to say anything if he doesn't - and I can be just as sweet as him! Playfully she made a show of peeking inside the towel. "Not on me, I'm sorry. Give me some credit?" She cocked her head and batted her eyelashes outrageously.

"On account then." Gene resumed his efforts, toweling Michele off briskly.

"On account of what?" asked Michele.

Gene reached around Michele and under the cheeks of her ass to dry them, putting his lips to her ear. "On account of your sweet cheeks, darling." His beard brushed Michele's jaw and his breath made the small hairs on the back of Michele's neck stand on end. She was mortified to feel the heat as her blush rushed over her - she thought she was beyond that. He swatted her ass playfully, but couldn't help cupping one cheek for a moment, giving it a little squeeze. "All done now. Go get dressed and we'll have that coffee." Michele grabbed the towel, squeezed past him and scurried to the bedroom.

Wasn't expecting that - not so hard after all. Gene smiled to himself. He went back to the kitchen and poured himself another cup, fixing one for Michele as well. Michele reappeared, looking bashful. She tried smoothing her skirt and straightening her blouse, to no avail. Gene was touched at her attempts and smiled warmly at her. Looks like I've lost that pair. She was wearing his socks, and it pleased him irrationally. "Three and three, that about right?"

Michele took the cup gratefully, cupping it in both hands and inhaling deeply before she took a sip. "That's perfect. Thank you." Michele gestured to her feet. "I hope you don't mind about the socks." She ducked her head and raised her shoulder, embarrassed. It's just that - "

"Not at all, darlin' - they're yours." Gene was struck at the difference in Michele. Stripped of her bar-room bravado, she was a little shy, sweet even. The hard glitter had had gone from her eyes and he could see a softer shine. Not as hard as she thinks she is. There was a lot more to her than originally met the eye. Gene could see her thinking hard about something as she sipped her coffee.

"I can pay you for them - " Michele furrowed her brow. She wanted - to impress him, to make him like her. Don't be stupid - he doesn't want you, never will. She shook her head , trying to focus on her feelings, instead of her thoughts. It was unfamiliar, wanting to please, almost frightening. No one had ever affected her like Gene, and she didn't know how to react. What can I do? Then her expression cleared and she finished her coffee. "May I borrow a pencil and paper?"

OK, I'll bite. "Sure thing darlin'. Why don't you come into my office?" Gene left the kitchen, waving at Michele to follow. As they went down the hall, Michele felt a shiver run through her. Gene opened the door and held it for her, making her brush past him to get in. "Have a seat - you'll find everything you'll need."

It was exactly like she had dreamed - the large oak desk, black leather chair and No! It couldn't be! Michele's knees shook. There was a photo album there, a brown one, sitting on the top left-hand corner of the desk. Images from last night's dream came flooding back and she sank into the chair gratefully. OK, concentrate, you can do this.

She scrabbled in the desk drawer for a pencil and grabbed a piece of paper. Gene leaned on the back of the chair, looking over her shoulder, and she felt her cheeks burn. This is not helping. Michele started to draw, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as she put her mind to the task.

Gene was surprised. Within moments the form of a pool player appeared, a few more and it became clear that Michele was drawing a picture of him, perhaps how she had first seen him last night. She drew surely and efficiently, quickly outlining his form and posture. The pool table appeared as if by magic. She's very good.

Gene watched her face as she drew and was amused to see her blushing again. She filled in the details of his face and Gene was impressed by how accurate she was. Other small details followed, a little shading here, a scribble there. Her ears were pink, and she was breathing heavily.

"Are you all right, darlin'? Too hot for you maybe?"

Michele waved at him for silence, but felt herself grow even hotter. She imagined she could feel his breath on her neck. I must be purple by now. She shaded in the background and sketched in a rough frame. She twisted in the chair, looking up at him with cheeks blazing.

"There - that ought to be worth a quarter and a pair of socks in a few years time." She handed Gene the drawing.

"That's worth a hell of a lot more than two bits, darlin' - you've very good. But you forgot to sign it." Gene handed the picture back to her. Michele took it and signed the bottom right-hand corner. He asked again. "You look kind of hot - can I get you a glass of water or something?"

"No, no. I'm fine. I just - " She looked down, wanting to tell him, but afraid. She screwed up her courage and threw her chin out, but looked in his eyes, warm, and inviting, a small smile playing about his lips. She softened her posture. "I - I dreamed about you last night." Michele was sure her head was about to explode.

A faraway look came into Gene's eyes for a moment, and then cleared, and he smiled down at Michele. He reached down to curl his fingers under her jaw, and Michele shivered and relaxed against the chair, closing her eyes.

"I know all about it darlin'. I dreamed too."

A heavy silence fell upon them, both lost in thought. Gene dropped his hand and reached over Michele, picking up the sketch and looking at it again. Again, he was struck by the detail and he was flattered by her effort. "Thank you very much, Michele. I will treasure this." He came around to the front of the desk and opened the photo album, carefully placing it inside the front cover. "I have some things I need to get done. Let's get you home, now."

He said my name. She hadn't realized how much she'd wanted to hear him say it, thinking he'd forgotten. Hearing him say it mellowed her embarrassment to a warm glow all over. "I'll just get my things - oh." She looked down at her feet, not knowing what to say.

"I'll drive you home." said Gene. "You can pick up something to put on your feet and then I'll take you to your car."



Control Ch. 04



Author note - this is chapter four of this story, I hope you all enjoy :) I do like to hear (constructive) feedback, so feel free to send it privately or post a comment. Thanks for reading :)

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I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my body as I waited on the shower heating. The marks on my body were looking more and more pronounced as time passed. The brusies from Sir's teeth were becoming darker and more defined. The redness from my earlier flogging had faded. My ass was striped with cane welts. My nipples, although not marked, were tender and bruised. My scalp was stinging from being led around by my hair so much, from having my head pulled roughly to where he wanted it. My muscles ached from being held in awkward positions by his rope or by his commands. My throat was feeling abused by his cock and his hand. My jaw ached from being held open by the gag.

I couldn't keep the massive grin from spreading across my lips as I took note of all this. He had used me before, but never with such intensity. I had never experienced such a level of use. My body was aching and would be for some time. The steam was filling the room now, the mirror was clouded and I stepped under the running water. It was hot to the point of stinging my skin, just how I liked it. As the water ran over my body I started to feel my muscles loosening. I had my head under the water, my eyes closed, massaging the water through my hair, when I heard the shower door open. I kept my eyes closed, turned my body towards the water, ducking my face under the water. Silly really to try and hide while I was completely naked.

I felt his hands in my hair first, then his lips on my shoulder, breaking the flow of water over my body. I shivered, not from being cold, but from the sheer intimacy of the moment. He rested his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him. The water was running down my back, soothing me. I brought my hands up to my face, wiping the water from my eyes so I could open them. 

"I thought I would check you were ok in here, was beginning to think you had drowned," he smiled at me. 

I visibly relaxed, thinking he was going to be disappointed at my attempt to hide from him. His hands were gentle on my skin, caressing, soothing. He took a step towards me, standing under the water with me, our bodies touching. I could feel my breathing changing, my heart was pounding in my chest, I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as I became more and more aroused. I tentatively raised my hands against his chest, feeling the heat from his body. I could feel his cock growing against my body. He pulled me against him, my sensitive nipples protesting at the contact, which only made my pussy flood with wetness. Despite the water, I could feel my thighs becoming slippy with the juices that were running from my pussy. 

He was fingering the welts on my ass, looking down at me, watching my reactions with enjoyment. Each time he glided over a more sensitive spot made me push harder against his body, causing the pain in my tits to increase. He was enjoying this reaction. Digging his fingers in my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, his finger started to explore my asshole. I wriggled against him, silently pleading with him to stop. He continued. My ass was relaxed from the plug he had used on me earlier, but slightly sore. His finger rubbing over my most intimate spot made me bury my face in his neck, willing him to stop. I kissed and licked his neck, hoping to distract him. 

I kept this up until I heard him moan and his fingers stopped. He kept a firm hold of my ass though as my lips and my tongue moved up from his neck, along his jaw until I found his mouth. I was feeling brave and didn't wait for him to kiss me, but instead I continued to lick and kiss his lips, teasing him. He used his body against mine to push me up against the shower wall. The cool of the tiles made me jump and stop in my tracks. He took advantage of my surprise to kiss me hard. His lips strong against mine, unrelenting as he took what I'd been teasing him with. My body melted against his, overcome with need at the moment. He stepped back suddenly, leaving me feeling cold and frustrated. I stayed where I was, even before he told me not to move. I wasn't under the warmth of the water now, my body started to feel how cold the air was. My nipples hardening, my body shivering at the removal of heat. I could only watch as he washed himself, my body aching to be against him again. He stepped out of the shower then, leaving the door open behind him. I kept my eyes on him as he dried himself, wrapping the towel around his waist. Only then did he turn back to me. 

"Wash yourself now, sub."

"Yes, sir," I nodded as I spoke. I reached for the shower door, to pull it shut, but he stopped me. 

"No. I want to watch you. Leave it open."

I couldn't think of a response. I'd never been watched in the shower before. But then, until I'd met him, I'd never been watched as I masturbated. I'd never been looked at with such intent. I shouldn't have been surprised that he wanted to take away whatever privacy he could. I stepped back beneath the stream of water, the temperature barely even registering now on my heated skin. I could feel the flush across my cheeks as he gazed at my body. His eyes watching me try to rationalise the moment. 

I shook my head, clearing it of thought and tipped my head back into the water. I could feel every drop of water running down my body, my skin hyper sensitised by his gaze. I washed my hair first, turning my back to him as I massaged the shampoo into my hair, the hot water stinging my bruised tits. I felt more self conscious than usual with my ass exposed to him, so tried to rush myself, but I was enjoying the soothing movements of my fingers. Eventually I turned back to face him, rinsing my hair, I watched his eyes follow the rivers of soap that ran down my body. 

Starting to wash my body next, I stepped out from under the water, using a handful of shower gel on my hand I started lathering it into my skin. My arms, my tummy, I moaned as I caressed my tits. Bending forwards I massaged the soap into my feet, my legs. Moving up to my thighs I winced slightly as my fingers rubbed over the cane welts. I looked up at Sir, his gaze unfaltering, a smile on his lips. 

I stood and placed my hands on my lower tummy again, looking to him for permission, but also hesitant to wash myself so intimately in front of him. He nodded, encouraging me. I dropped my head, more shy than I'd ever been before. I let my hands dip between my thighs, cleaning myself of the mixture of cum and lube. 

I raised my eyes to watch Sir, his eyes focused on my hands. I blushed and turned around into the water, moving my hands behind me and over my ass. I hid my face in the stream of water as I finished washing my body. Moving under the water, rinsing the soap from my body. My hands running over my skin, ensuring every last drop was off my skin, pulling my ass cheeks apart, allowing the water to run down over my used hole. My fingers parting my pussy lips as I rotated under the water. He watched me the entire time. 

I started to feel more relaxed, thinking that was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done. I felt shy but sexy. I smiled at him as he stepped forward, hoping he had been as affected by my performance as I was. I wasn't disappointed as I saw the protruding hard on from his towel. I licked my lips, salivating already at the memory of his taste. 

He stood in the entry to the shower, reached past me and started to turn the temperature control. I didn't quite understand what he was doing until I felt the water cool down. Thinking he must be switching it off, I stepped towards him, confused when he placed a hand on my chest, pushing me back under the water. 

I realised then what he was doing. I started to shake my head. But he just laughed at me. The water was freezing cold now, almost painfully so. Whatever warmth I had held before was rapidly disappearing. His hand was off my body now, I was held under the icy water by something else entirely; his control, his words. 

"Stand right under the water sub. Your head too."

I obeyed, stuttering out, "yes, sir."

I was shaking from the cold, my eyes lowered as I waited on his instruction. I couldn't stop the squeals from my lips, as I tried to hold myself under the water. My skin was covered in goosebumps, the water running from my hair seemed even colder than that from the shower head, little rivers of freezing water running down my back and over my ass. I was dancing under the water, trying to keep myself moving, keep out of the water at least a little bit.

I tried to beg, but I couldn't get the words out. I could only repeat, over and over again the word please. 

After what seemed like hours, he reached behind me and this time switched the shower off. I stood in front of him, shivering at the lack of heat in my body, staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and need. He motioned to me to step out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body, drying me roughly with his hands. Towelling dry my hair, little drops still running down over my tits from the tips. 

He wrapped the towel around my body, leaning in close, "you are so very obedient sub. I wonder just how far I could challenge that."

The heat I felt in my pussy from those words made me drop my head, in that way he liked so much. He recognised it as a sign of submission to him, but also how it meant I was ashamed of how turned on I was at that moment. 

"As far as you want sir," I whispered to his chest, " please sir, take me as far as you want." 

He gripped my dripping hair in his hand and yanked my head back, exposing my neck to him. He bent his head and licked my throat, exactly where his collar normally sits on my neck. 

"Don't you worry little sub. I plan to."

He turned around and walked out the bathroom, leaving me stood recovering. Or attempting to recover. After a short while I followed him. He was already half dressed. I was unsure of myself, unsure what he wanted me to do. 

As if reading my mind he turned to me after he was dressed and told me to remove the towel and get ready. As I was sat at the dressing table, several toys still laid out on one side, my hair dryer and make up on the other, I saw him in the mirror going through my small suitcase. He pulled out various things until he found what he was looking for. My favourite dress. Which was also his favourite on me. 

Pale pink, covered in little bows that came to an inch or two above me knee. Modest. But it was such a feminine shape, it sat snugly in my waist and flowed out into a light skirt. It hugged my tits, and wasn't very low cut, but displayed them perfectly. A cut out section in the back added to the femininity and gave just a little hint of my skin. 

When my hair and make up were finished I stood and walked over to the bed. I looked at what he had laid out for me. My dress, hold ups and my black bra. I picked up my bra, expecting to see knickers beneath it, but they weren't there. I almost asked him about them, but thought better than to. 

I dressed in what he had set out for me. I felt naked despite the clothing with my pussy exposed beneath my dress. When I was ready I turned to him, he smiled his approval. Slipping on my flat black shoes I stood still waiting further instruction. 

He walked over to me, a wicked smile on his face now. He always made me wary with this look. I couldn't tell what he was planning. 

"Hold you hair up."

I complied, relaxing slightly when I saw the collar. He placed it around my neck, fastening it snugly. When he placed my collar on me I felt calm, owned, safe. I knew he would look after me, look after his possession. 

I didn't expect the next thing I saw in his hands. A lead. My heart seemed to stop then started pounding behind my ribs. 

"I...I...I um," I looked up at him with questions in my eyes that I couldn't quite form. " I thought we were going out sir? I mean, that's what you said sir. I don't, um, I'm confused sir." I babbled on at him. My confusion clear in my lacking ability to string together a sentence. He just stood listening to me patiently, waiting on me finishing. 

"We are going out," is all he responded with and he clipped the leash onto the ring at the front of my collar. 

All that was going through my mind was "fuck". Over and over. On a loop. I couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. My mind was in denial as he tugged on his end which pulled my head down. 

"Mmm, I do like that," he muttered. He loosened his grip, allowing me to stand back up. He turned and walked towards the door, picking up my handbag and handing it to me on the way past it. I pushed it onto one shoulder.

He turned to me, looked over my shoulder and grinned. 

"Looks like you forgot something sub." 

I turned my head to follow his gaze and saw my black lacy knickers sat on the middle of the bed. I was confused. They hadn't been there when I was getting dressed. He must have put them there after. 

"What kind of little slut are you? Going out without any underwear on. Don't you have any self respect?"

My cheeks were burning as I realised his intention. I opened my mouth to protest but no words would come out. I stood opening and closing my mouth over and over before finally just accepting and hanging my head in shame. 

"Just as I thought. You are a little slut. Well, I don't want you showing me up sub, go get them and bring them to me. On your hands and knees. Don't touch them with your hands though sub. Go on. Quickly. We don't have all night." 

I couldn't believe him. What he wanted me to do. I was arguing with myself in my head, but even as I was debating in my head, I was lowering to the ground, the leash now free from his grip, hanging down my body, trailing on the floor beneath me as I crawled to the bed. Leaning up on my knees and my hands on the bed I lifted my body until I could grab my knickers with my teeth and crawled back to him. 

"Good sub, now stand up." 

I resisted the urge to grab my knickers out my mouth when I was stood in front of him. I let them hang from my mouth, my eyes lowered so I didn't have to face him like this. He pulled them from my teeth and looked at them, then threw them back onto the bed. 

"I changed my mind. You won't need these. Come on." He led me out the door. I was incredulous. He'd just put me through that humiliation for no reason. I couldn't help but think why? Until I finally realised why. Because he could. Because I am his to control. That realisation made me desire him so much, I could feel the tops of my hold ups getting wet from the flow of juices from my pussy. 

He led me down the corridor and when we got to the top of the stairs I expected he would take the leash off incase we saw anyone. But he didn't. I hesitated as he started to descend the stairs, which I regretted as it resulted in me struggling to catch up, my body bent at the waist due to his strong grip on the lead. 

What if someone is behind me? What if they see up my dress? What if they see the lead? What will they think of me? All these thoughts are rushing through my mind and I'm debating whether I should look around me or focus straight ahead. I decide on the latter until I hear a familiar voice from our left. The receptionist. I close my eyes briefly, keeping my eyes forward as she calls out hello. I have not been told I can speak. He carries on a brief conversation with her, while continuing our way to the main door. She seems unfazed again by what she's seeing. I start to wonder about her, but I'm brought back to the present by the cool evening air. 

I hadn't actually thought he would take me outside like this. But he is. I start to panic, my hands shaking slightly as we walk across the car park to his car. He positions me at the passenger door, telling me to stay there and moves around to the driver side. 

I'm aware of another car pulling into the car park at that moment. I almost reach out to open the passenger door, to climb in to the car to hide my predicament from the newcomer. But I manage not to. I stand, imagining whoever it is watching me. Judging me. I keep looking down, taking the view that if I don't acknowledge their presence they won't acknowledge mine either. 

I hear the click of the door unlocking and being opened. I take that as my permission to enter the car. Climbing in quickly, at the last minute I remember my lack of underwear and hope I didn't flash the stranger. 

Sir reaches over the car an unclips the leash, tucking it in the car door. I visibly relax. He strokes the side of my face tenderly, making me moan with desire. I look up at him, letting him see how turned on he has me. Licking my lips subconsciously, my mind wandering back as I look at him, imagining his lips on mine. 

I didn't even notice his hand going round to the back of my head, until I feel the sharp tug he gives my hair. 

"We're going out for dinner. The same rules apply here. Do not speak unless spoken to, you ask permission for everything. Obey me and you will be rewarded, disobey and you will be punished. Severely. Understand?"

I try to nod, but my face is stung sharply by the slap that earns me. "Yes sir. I understand sir," I blurt out, hoping not to receive another slap. 

He lets go of my hair, smoothing it down with his hand. He starts to drive then, making slight adjustments to me as he does. He pulls my knee towards him, spreading my legs further apart. Pulling my dress up to expose my pussy to him. He plays with me lightly every now and then, lifting his fingers to my mouth to be cleaned every so often. 

Pulling in to a restaurant car park not far from the hotel he plunges two fingers deep into me unexpectedly. I cry out, my hips raising to meet his thrusts. Not caring who sees me through the window, I'm moving my hips in rhythm to his hand as he pushes a third finger into me. Taking his seatbelt off, he removes his fingers but replaces them with his right hand. This time he works up to four fingers as I move down the seat, pushing down on his hand, wanting more inside me. 

I can feel my orgasm building, I start begging him to fuck me harder. Completely oblivious to where we are, I want to cum over his hand. Just as I'm about there, he pulls his fingers out of me. I cry out. Start to beg him. My begging is cut off by his soaked fingers being crammed into my mouth. I lick my juices from his fingers, trying to hide my disappointment. 

Without a word he gets out the car. I follow him, adjusting myself when I'm standing. My eyes are bright, I can feel how wet I am. I'm desperate to cum. Every movement I make only makes me want it more. I manage to collect myself before we enter. I keep my eyes down, standing behind Sir so I don't make a mistake and speak. I let him speak for me. It feels strangely relaxing. But difficult. Very difficult. 

We're seated in a fairly private booth at the back of the restaurant, not unlike the first time we met. I'm smiling at this memory and I think he is too. Our waiter approaches the table and greets us both. I manage to smile politely then look to Sir, waiting for him to speak. The waiter takes his drink order and then looks to me for mine. He looks surprised when Sir continues to speak. Even more so at his words. 

"My sub will have a glass of water for now." 

I couldn't think straight for embarrassment. But I couldn't help the little moan that escaped my lips. I was turned on and couldn't hide the fact. 

The waiter looked at me as I looked at Sir and I think he must of noticed the collar from the understanding noise that he made himself. 

Once he was gone, we settled into a fairly relaxed and informal conversation. When the waiter returned with our drinks, he placed the glass of water down in front of me after Sir's drink. 




Control Ch. 04



"You may speak sub."

"Thank you," I said as I looked up at the waiter. He seemed stuck for words, his eyes going between my cleavage and my collar, unsure where to look. He simply nodded and walked away. 

"There are bite marks visible. Did you know that?"

I looked down in a panic. He was right. There, along the visible skin of my breasts, were 5 or 6 little bruises on show. No wonder the waiter was looking so closely at them. I fought off embarrassment and we continued our conversation. The waiter returned once to take our order. I noticed he didn't even turn to me this time, but directed his attention to Sir the entire time. His eyes were on me at several points, but never my face. Only my breasts. I didn't even hear what Sir ordered for me. He finished ordering and looked to me. 

"Is there anything you would like sub?"

I licked my lips, working up the courage to speak. "Please may I have a glass of wine Sir?" I spoke so softly. 

"Speak up sub, remember what I said."

"I'm sorry sir. Please may I have a glass of wine sir?" I corrected myself, remembering to speak clearly. The waiter looked at Sir for his reply. 

"A glass of dry white wine for her, please," he said, while looking at me. My cheeks had taken on a permanent flush since the shower. I'd never thought I could act this way in front of anyone, let alone a stranger. 

Sir looked pleased with me, which is always my aim. 

Our evening out continued much the same. There was a couple sat across from us who kept glancing over. They were making me feel on edge, embarrassed that they might be able to hear us. 

I needed to go to the bathroom shortly after we finished our meal. I was squirming about in my seat trying to get up the courage to ask permission in such a public setting. Finally I asked. But too quietly. 

"No. Not until you can ask properly."

I balked at his words. Unsure if I could ask him any louder. I sat for another minute or so. 

"Please may I go to the bathroom sir?" I asked louder this time. 

"No. Closer. But not quite." He sat back, enjoying the torment. 

"Please, sir, may I go to the bathroom sir?" I asked louder again. 

He just shook his head this time. 

My discomfort was growing by this point, and I was desperate. The other couple must be able to hear me now. Hear the pleading tone of my voice. 

"Please sir, please give your sub permission to go to the bathroom sir, please," I resort to begging, as I become desperate. 

He deliberated, before slowly nodding. I jump from my seat, thanking him and make my way through the fairly crowded room. I reach the bathroom with no disruptions. It is on my return to our table that I realise how I wish he'd continued to deny me. I had been noticed by several tables on my way to the bathroom. In my light dress, with a collar around my neck, I stood out. Now several pairs of eyes followed my progress back to my table. I started to panic that they could see through my skirt, that they could smell my arousal. That they were judging me for wearing a collar. That they knew exactly what it meant. That they knew what I allowed Sir to do to me. I was hurrying to the table when I saw the most intent states coming from the couple across from us. They didn't even try to hide it. 

The woman shook her head at me. As if she couldn't understand what I was doing. As if she was disgusted by my behaviour. Her partner, on the other hand, was leering at me. He made no secret of it. Focusing on my tits. Only once did he look at my face and when he saw me looking at him he winked. I couldn't believe his audacity. I was mortified. His wife was judging me while he was probably thinking I must be a slut and thinking of what he would do to me. 

I sat down again and Sir moved around to sit with me. He sat very closely to me, one hand on the back of my neck, the other stroking my arm.

"You have done very well my little sub. How do you feel right now?"

"Aroused," I responded, with no hesitation, "but I also feel shy, embarrassed, judged, desired. I feel incapable of defying you sir. I feel owned. I feel controlled by you sir." 

"Good. Good. That's what I want you to feel. You are mine."

I see the waiter standing at the end of our table then. Sir doesn't stop. 

"Say it."

"I...I can't sir," I mumble, looking up at the waiter again. 

"Say it sub."

"I...I'm yours sir."

"Good sub. And what am I allowed to do to you?"

"Anything you wish to sir. I'm yours to use sir," I manage to stammer out, my body is leaning into his as I say the words, letting him know I want him. My nipples are hard, and I can feel them sore against my bra. 

My pussy is so wet, I'm scared I'll leave a mess of the seat when we leave. His hand never leaves my neck, his fingers twirling my hair into his grip. 

"Good sub," and he kisses me as he pulls on a small section of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me back to expose my collar even more. 

He turns to the waiter then, who is standing staring at me with such open amazement and asks for the bill. He doesn't hear him the first time, but finally he does and he nods and walks away. 

"Go and wait for me at the front of the restaurant. Stay inside the door. Stand with your back to the door. I want you aware of anyone who looks at you." 

With that, he stands up and walks to the bathroom. I take a second to compose myself before following his instructions. I stand waiting on him, my eyes fixed on the door of the bathroom, waiting on him for reassurance. I can feel so many people looking at me. The women judging me I think. The men mostly staring at my tits in the tight dress. 

I'm suddenly conscious of how I'm standing. My legs are parted slightly, my right hand is holding my left wrist behind my back. Not exactly how he likes me, but a close version considering where we are. 

My submission to him is complete I think. I subconsciously act based on how I think he'll react. I act based on what I think he'll enjoy. I see him come out of the bathroom and straighten myself slightly, holding my arms tighter behind my back for him.

He takes his time paying the bill, knowing I'm desperate to leave. My lust obvious in the way I've been breathing as the meal has went on. I want to feel his hand inside me again. My mind starts to wander suddenly, back to the car before we came inside. My pussy releases a flood of wetness that I can feel running down my thigh. I squeeze my thighs together briefly as he approaches me. 

"Ready sub?" He asks, not to quietly. I nearly ask him what for? Ready to get fucked? Ready for an orgasm? Ready to leave? Ready for whatever else he could have planned?

"Yes sir. Your sub is ready sir," I respond, aware that those close to us must be able to hear me. "Very," I add playfully, as he steers me out the door with his hand on the back of my neck.



Control Ch. 04



Yes mistress!.. Emily cast her eyes downward and felt ashamed to have Rita treat her this way.

Good, I'm glad we have that straight. 

Rita released Emily's chin and smoothed her hands down her neck, brushing her hair off to the side, and continued to run her hands down Emily's shoulders and over her breasts. Emily drew a deep breath as Rita's caress sent tingles down her back. Rita 's fingers traced around Emily's erect nipples and pinched them gently, Emily sighed and again breathed a heavy breath. When suddenly Rita pinched hard and twisted the nipples. "now stand up bitch" Rita ordered as she pulled on Emily's nipples, almost lifting her to her feet by them. Emily felt a jolt of intense pain shoot through her body, like her nipples were being torn off, this caused a terrible knot in her stomach and tears welled up in her eyes. 

Rita looked at her without pity and said, " let that be a lesson,... obey me or be punished" she then released her grip, turned and said, " now put your dress on, you're coming with me,... and we're leaving right now!" 

Emily sobbed as she picked her dress up off the floor, how could Rita be so gentle one minute and so brutal the next, and now she would have to go some where with her, knowing the level of cruelty she was capable of, anything could happen to her, she was actually scared now, but she began to follow Rita's instruction to the letter immediately as they were made known, and her submissive nature led her directly into Rita's hands.

Emily quietly followed Rita out of the office and into Rita's car, as Emily got in the car she saw Jack and Art pulling away in the truck, and wondered what his day had in store for him. She thought of the many possibilities, and started to become very turned on. She pictured Jack being forced to suck Art's cock, as he had the day before, she remembered how Jack described Art fucking him with the Billy club, and how excited it made him. 

Emily slipped into a fantasy where Jack was naked with his chest pressed up against some dirty gas station bathroom wall, while Art fucked him, she could just imagine how turned on this would make him and how his cock would throb and pulse from excitement until it shot long streams of cum onto the bathroom floor and wall. 

A horn honked and Emily found herself back in the car with Rita, unintentionally she had seceded at becoming very aroused, her pussy had never completely calmed down from the earlier experience with Steve, and now her fantasy had caused her clit to start throbbing and her still aching nipples to become erect. As she shifted in her seat was aware of how wet her pussy was, and she was sure there would be a wet spot on her dress.

Rita found a parking spot and told Emily that their destination was a sex / bondage shop that was right across the street. Emily followed her over and they went in. 

Inside the walls were hung with dildos and whips, straps, harnesses, clamps, and spike heeled boots and shoes. There were racks of leather clothes and sheer lingerie of many colors, there were several people milling about through the shop, a girl behind the counter with purple hair and pierced lips asked if Rita needed any help, she said "yes" and spoke to her like she seemed to know her.

Rita pointed at Emily and said, 

This is my new slave,... and I need to have her fitted with cuffs and a collar. ... And maybe if she's a good girl I'll buy her something naughty!

Rita said this loud enough for everyone in the shop to hear, and they all did, every head turned to see who she was talking about. 

When Emily noticed that every was staring at her she had a sinking feeling in her stomach, she wanted to hide, but there was no where to go, and even if there was Rita would never allow it. The girl with the purple hair led them to an area that the collars and cuffs were all kept, she pulled a leather collar with 5 large steel rings on it down and gave it to Rita. She inspected it and then told Emily to turn around so that she could try it on her for size. When Emily turned Rita noticed the large wet spot on Emily's dress and immediately said, "well,... looks like this whole thing has really excited you my dear" 

Emily knew the instant she heard that exactly what she was talking about, she was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do and she blushed bright red, this drew a smirk and a chuckle from the purple haired girl, which only served to humiliate Emily more.

But Rita knew exactly how to handle this situation and she commanded Emily to remove the dress at once. Emily looked at Rita with eyes wide as if to plead with her but Rita just glared back, seeing that, Emily wasted no time undoing the dress and letting it fall to the floor. 

She now stood totally naked except for her heels in the middle of the shop, with a visible wetness glistening on her pussy. Rita smiled and gently caressed her hand from Emily's pussy all the way up to her breasts, this sent a warm rush all over Emily and even though she was naked in front of everyone she felt very taken care of,... kept,... as if she were a possession that Rita would let no real harm come to, Emily's feelings of submission toward Rita were building.

As the purple haired girl was busy trying different sized cuffs on Emily, Rita was slowly caressing Emily's back and ass, all the attention was really starting to get to Emily, to be standing there naked in public while Rita gently stroked her back and the other girl fussed over her trying different things on her to see which one looked the best, made a sense of excitement grow deep inside of her, and her pussy began to tingle again, her heart beat faster and she started breathing heavier. Emily look at Rita as she continued her caress, and noticed just how pretty she was, Emily had never taken the time to study Rita's face, and was now noticing that her new mistress was very sexy and she found herself being attracted to her, she suddenly wanted to be close to her. 

Emily gently reached out and picked up Rita's free hand and placed it on her lower stomach with her own hand on top, it felt warm and Emily felt secure. This was exactly the sign that Rita had been waiting for, she knew that Emily was now giving in to her, and offering herself to her mistress. It was an offering that Rita would happily accept.

The girl was now putting cuffs on Emily's ankles, and Rita let her hand caress farther down between Emily's ass cheeks while still keeping the other hand firmly on Emily's stomach. Emily was now finding her self craving the warmth of Rita's skin she wanted to stand closer to her, she wanted to press up against her, she was becoming very excited, but the feeling didn't start in her pussy and spread throughout her body,.. just the opposite, it started in chest and her throat and her lips and her skin and moved down to her pussy. 

As the purple haired girl finished putting on the cuffs on Emily's ankles she stood up, and in noticing how wet Emily's pussy was, she smiled, then reached out and slid one finger right between her very wet lips, and directly across her still engorged clit,... and as she did, Emily's labia seemed to wrap around her finger, as if to hold it in place for as long as possible. Emily felt as if a chain saw had been placed between her legs. There was a sudden and intense burning tingly feeling racing through her inner thighs, she had been so consumed with her growing attraction to Rita that she had not been aware of her heightened level of arousal. 

But now her button was burning hot, and waves of electric shocks sparked through pussy. 

Rita had worked her finger down to the tight little ring of Emily's asshole and was gently rubbing circles around it, pressing in a little more each time around, continuously moving forward as the tight ring began to engulf her finger. Emily was now vibrating from head to toe and she leaned back to feel the warmth of Rita next to her as she stood trembling in the grip of her orgasm.

By now 3 or 4 people had gathered around and were watching Emily as these two women drove her to climax. Rita suggested that they better move to one of the bondage rooms in the back, so they led Emily,... naked, light headed and still trembling., through the shop by her new collar. They walked down the hall and entered a doorway, Rita spoke to the purple haired girl calling her by name.

Terri... please turn on the lights!...Oh ,... and take off your clothes,... you'll be joining us today.

Emily was surprised to hear the way that Rita spoke to this girl, it was familiar and demanding like she controlled her as well. Terri did exactly as instructed, and as the dim lights did come on Emily was able to see that the room was basically empty except for a large round leather covered table with metal rings all around it that was big enough to fit a full grown man spread eagle with their hands above their head. The walls ceiling and floors were black and there were metal rings attached everywhere, she also saw that Terri had now stripped naked only wearing high spiked heel ankle boots and black thigh high stockings, she had a great body, she was petite and slim and she had skin that looked like milk. Rita told her to get on the table and make herself cum, so she could watch. Terri obeyed and laid back and started to slowly work her fingers between her legs, it was a very sexy sight.

As Emily now looked at Rita she couldn't believe how beautiful she looked, maybe it was the light, or maybe it was the way she always seemed to be in control, but Emily was now completely drawn to Rita. She reached out and carefully started to touch her, running her fingers over her blouse and down her arm to her hands which she gently placed on her own breasts, and softly held them there, Rita then said "help me take my clothes off Emily".... She was more than glad to comply and quickly unbuttoned Rita's top while Rita unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

As Emily opened the front of Rita's top she got her first look at her beautiful breasts, they were perfect round teardrops and her nipples were standing straight out. Emily brushed the blouse off of Rita's shoulders and took a close at her mistress's naked body, she was gorgeous lean and firm. Emily desired her more and more each minute, she wanted to be against her, and she softly put her arms around Rita's middle and slid her hands delicately up the smooth skin of Rita's back,... Rita's nipples pressed against Emily's sending a sweet tingle directly to her pussy. 

They both could hear Terri moaning in the back round announcing the start of her first orgasm, but they were to engrossed in their own experience to worry about her right now. Rita pulled Emily even closer and kissed her softly on her lips, Emily responded and they were locked in a embrace kissing passionately, Emily felt the tingling sensation still running up and her back, and she couldn't believe how euphoric she felt, she was also aware of a volcano of emotion that was building up inside. 

As they continued to kiss, each of their hands made their way to the others waiting pussy. Emily's was the first to reach its destination she slid her fingers very carefully between the soft lips of Rita's pussy spreading her open,... Rita's pussy was smooth like her own and she could feel the hard little pebble of Rita's clit, and when she touched it Rita's whole body tensed and her kiss became so forceful that it almost hurt. 

Emily was so filled with passion that she was on the verge of cumimg and when Rita's fingers reached her tingling clit, that's exactly what she did, while she was standing kissing her mistress she was also cuming all over her fingers. And Rita just loved that she had this power over her. 

Emily's mistress then broke their kiss and led her up onto the table next to Terri, who had been continuously watching the two of them and was in the middle of a series of orgasms. Rita crawled up on top of Emily who spread her legs wide to allow her access, Rita pressed herself against Emily and started kissing her again, Emily loved the feeling of Rita's soft flesh pressing down on hers, she felt a sense of belonging, like she had found the place that she had always been destine to be. Rita had total power over her but it was no longer by force but by choice, Emily was giving herself to Rita with every fiber of her being in agreement.

Rita's hand was now on Emily's pussy and she slipped two fingers inside stretching her open and starting a rhythmic in and out motion, Emily was spinning out of control her whole body was pulsing and burning, 

She broke their kiss so she could catch her breath and as she did, the view she had of Rita on top of her finger fucking her ultra excited little pussy, generated a feeling in her that was so exquisite, that it caused the volcano of emotion that had been building up in side of her erupt, and she pulled Rita close looked in her eyes and said "I love you" ...as she exploded in to a massive orgasm.

When she did her arms locked around Rita pulling the two of them tight together, Rita's hand was knocked free from Emily's pussy, but her leg took it's place and Emily ground her pussy against Rita's leg while her climax continued to roll through her body the whole time telling Rita that she loved her.

This was exactly what Rita had hoped for but it was happening much sooner that she had expected, she knew that in order for a submissive woman to really serve her mistress properly she must be in love with her, so she would be completely willing to bend to her mistress's will. 

But there was more to it than that, what Rita could not even admit to herself is that she had been infatuated with Emily from the first day that she saw her.

She would watch Emily in the office and fantasize about having her in the exact position that she does right now. And as they lay together their warm flesh pressed close against each other, and Emily professing her love, Rita was forced to face her own strong feelings for Emily, and was quickly becoming over whelmed by them.

As Rita lay with her arms around Emily who was still grinding her pussy on Rita's leg, she wanted to tell her that she loved her as well but in stead just stroked her hair and kissed her passionately. After a few minutes Rita sat up and ordered Terri to go fetch some toys, she requested two dido's one with a head at each end and one with a suction cup on the bottom. 

Terri followed her instructions, she stopped rubbing herself and left the room. Then Rita turned back to Emily and said " well precious, I think it's time that you really learn how to please your mistress" and with that she crawled over Emily and straddled her face as she lay there, Rita gently rested her pussy down right onto Emily's open mouth, there were no instructions necessary, Emily knew just what her mistress wanted and even though she had never done anything like this before in her life she knew instinctively what to do. 

Emily slid her tongue across the wetness of Rita's labia and clit, and savored the sweetness of its taste, the sensual smell and the erotic way Rita had pinned her down making her helpless. Emily felt incredibly, aroused as she lay there licking and sucking at her mistress's pussy. Rita was rolling her hips in a circle, trying to rub herself all over Emily's face when her first orgasm hit, she ground her pussy down hard on to Emily's mouth and her juices ran over Emily's lips and chin. But Emily didn't slow down at all her tongue was now going as fast as it could, lapping up every drop that Rita could give her.

Terri came back in with a dildo in each hand and Rita climbed off of Emily and took the double headed dildo from Terri, she then told her to get on the table and squat over Emily's face, Terri followed Rita's directions, and with a foot at either side of Emily's shoulders she squatted down, but in this position with her high heels on she was barely able to go far enough down to reach Emily's mouth, and Emily had to stretch up to try and reach Terri's pussy, it was only possible to make contact about every third or fourth lick , which was driving Terri crazy and causing her to pump her hips wildly and whimper as she begged for more contact.

Rita was now between Emily's legs and slowly eased one end of the double headed dildo into Emily's pussy, which contracted as it penetrated her. 

It filled her completely and she spread her legs as wide as she could, letting Rita drive the dildo in as far as she was able.

Rita then grabbed the other dildo with the suction cup at the base and slammed it down on the table next to them so it stuck straight up, she then commanded 

Terri to come sit on it. Terri got off of Emily and stepped over to the dildo, placed one knee on either side of it ,centered the head in her pussy and began to settle down on it very slowly. Rita and Emily watched as the thick shaft of the dildo disappeared into Terri's pussy until she had reached the base. Rita then scissored her legs between Emily's and put the other end of that dildo in her own pussy, and she began to gently rock her hips until the dildo had penetrated both of them so deeply that there was only two inches between their pussies, and she commanded Terri to rub them. 

At this point Emily and Rita had their legs scissored together with a dildo stuck between them and Terri was impaled on another dildo with one hand rubbing Rita's pussy and one hand rubbing Emily's pussy ,as she road the dildo sticking up from the table. 

As this was happening Emily's pussy was going onto spasm's her nipples were so hard it felt as if they were being pinched, and her body was being rocked by one orgasm after another, and the fact that she was not only being fucked by Rita but fucking her as well was sending her into a complete state of bliss.

This went on and on until they all finally collapsed on the table together, Emily wrapped her legs around Rita and nuzzled her head onto Rita's breast.

Rita had one arm around Emily and one arm around Terri as she lay there feeling completely content between her two slaves. As Emily lay quietly holding onto her mistress and lover she thought about how good it felt to give up all control to Rita and how she was falling in love with her, when a sobering thought flashed into her mind, Jack!... oh no!... what about Jack? She knew that he was afraid something like this would happen, she remembered him telling her how he didn't want to lose her, but she made herself feel better by convincing herself that since Rita was a woman it wasn't the same thing and he really wouldn't be loosing her, she then drifted off wondering what Jack was doing at that very moment.



Control Ch. 05



As Emily lay with her mistress wondering about me, I was standing in a warehouse by a loading dock with my hard cock straining at my pants and feeling very turned on, All the sexual stimulation had sent me into over load, and ever since Art had taken the dildo out of my ass I couldn’t help thinking how I wanted it to be filled again. The fact that I was this turned on and in an unfamiliar public place, thinking of doing things that I couldn’t believe I actually did, made me feel very awkward, like there was a giant spot light shining on me and any one who saw me would know all the filthy things that I had been doing. 

But I couldn’t stop Art was now beginning to have control of my thoughts as well as my body. I heard something at the far end of the building and looked up to see that Art had opened the door and was motioning for me to come to him, so I did.

I entered the office and Art told me that he had talked Dave who was the owner of the company and we could pick up the racks in a while, as Art was telling me this I was checking out the office, it wasn’t very big, there was a desk and a copier and three other doors that I assumed led to more offices, Art looked down at the bulge in my pants and when he noticed the wet spot he chuckled. It was at this time that I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and as I looked up there was a beautiful woman walking through one of the doors toward us, she had peroxide blond hair that she wore up with little wisps hanging around her face,... blue eyes,... long sexy legs and she was only about 5’ 5” tall but she was very hot, she wore a short skirt, with high heels and a tight fitting blouse, and seeing her my cock got even harder, she walked over and sat at the desk. 

Art said “ hey Jen this is Jack he’s the guy I brought with me,... the one I was telling you about” Jen looked up at me and gave me a very warm and flirty smile, and her eyes scanned down my body and stopped at my bulging and wet crotch, she looked shocked,.. And she stared for a second then looked at Art and they both laughed, it was very degrading. I felt a cold shiver up my back, but my cock still throbbed, I was starting to realize that being humiliated and degraded was part of the turn on of being submissive, the dirtier I felt the more I liked it.

The phone rang and Jen answered it and said “O.K., I’ll tell him” she hung up, looked at Art and said “Dave says that everything is arranged and he will be with you in a few minutes”

Art said,... Great than if we still have some time would it be alright if we borrow that office over there for just a couple of minutes” as he pointed to a door to our right.

Jen said,... sure help your self.

Art then took the bag from my hand and led me into the other office and shut the door. I was wondering what was going on why did he need to bring me in here did he want another blowjob,... and if so he was being very obvious in front of Jen, increasing my embarrassment. She was a hot chick I didn’t want her to know that I was going into this office to suck Art’s cock, but I did as Art ordered me to and followed him in.

Once the door was shut Art looked at me and laughed as he said “ you sure do look ridiculous with that wet spot on there your pants, and clearly Jen thought so too” 

I felt ashamed and dirty, just as art wanted me to, his control over me was increasing and he took advantage of that at every opportunity.

Art told me to take off my clothes, fold them and give them to him, once I did he reached his hand out and grabbed the head of my cock and began to rub it with his thumb as he had done in the truck, with in a few seconds the burning sensation had returned and I was soon gasping for breath. Now I was standing there completely naked with Art holding on to the head of my stiff cock while it jumped and twitched at every movement of his thumb, and this beautiful woman whom I had just met was right on the other side of the door, probably able to hear everything that was going to happen.

Are you excited?.... He asked.

Yes! ... very!...

He stepped closer and ran his hand down the shaft of my cock and held on to my balls applying firm pressure, he then said,

Do you want to get fucked?... as he squeezed my nuts.

Yes ...I answered.

He reached his other hand around behind me and started rubbing my butt, then spread my cheeks and pushed a finger hard against my asshole and began working it around in a circle, the feeling was incredible my cock was so hard it ached, and it was dripping a steady flow of pre-cum, Art then said,

So you want to get fucked in your ass?... like a little bitch?...

Yes!... like a bitch Art.

Are you my slut?

Yes!... I am your slut.

Well if you’re my slut you’ll do what ever I want,... fuck when ever I want, or fuck who ever I want you to.

Art was still squeezing my balls and fingering my asshole, and it was making me so hot that I couldn’t think straight,... I hesitated for a second but I was in such a state of heat that I just gave in and said ,

Yes!...I’ll fuck when ever and who ever you want.

Good!...he said as he pulled his away from me.

Now,... Bent over and put your hands on your ankles!... He ordered.

As I bent forward he reached in to the bag and pulled out a bottle of oil, he spread my asshole open with his fingers and stuck the tip of the bottle in and slowly squeezed it. I could feel the oil shooting inside me, he pulled it out and squeezed more on my the outside of my asshole, and all around in my crack and on my butt cheeks, when he was done oiling my whole ass, he reached back in the bag and got out a black magic marker and wrote something on my back, then he said that he had forgotten something and he walked out the door. 

I was left standing bent over with my ass slathered in oil and my cock throbbing between my legs. I felt so dirty, but Art had made sure that I was so sexually worked up that I wasn’t even myself, I wasn’t really any body, just his sexual play thing to be used as he pleased. 

What was he doing? I wondered, I could barely hear Art through the door asking Jen for something, I couldn’t make out what he said, but I did hear her reply “oh yes!.. I have the perfect thing” Twenty seconds later Art came back through the door and ordered me to stand up and turn around, he immediately grabbed me and started to do something to the base of my cock right behind my balls, I felt a pinching sensation and when I looked down I saw that he had tied a pink ribbon around the base of my cock and balls, it was tight and it made my cock throb even harder if that was possible. He reached back in the bag and pulled out a short piece of rope, about three feet long that had slip knot and a loop at one end, he put the loop around my neck and let the rest hang down my chest and dangle by my cock. 

He then looked at me and said,... Listen to my instructions and do EXACTLY what I tell you,... you will do anything that you are told to do,...you will submit completely, and never protest,... and you will not speak, the only word that you are allowed to say is Yes. do you understand?

Yes.... I responded.

He then grabbed the rope around my neck and led me across the room to a door at the back, opened the door and said “remember my instructions, follow them or be punished” and he shoved me out the door and slammed it behind me. I took a few steps before I realized that I was out in the warehouse not to far from the loading dock where we entered, the dirty cement floor was cool on my feet as I continued to walk farther in. 

I stopped and stood in a open area, and I don’t know why but it excited me to no end to be exposed as I was there, it was dream like and totally erotic, I had felt the air passing over my cock as I had walked to this spot, I felt like I was high, my head was buzzing, but there had been no drugs just nonstop sexual stimulation. 

As I stood there, I could see a guy in the distance loading something on a forklift but in my confused state of arousal I didn’t think much about it, I just continued to stand there enjoying the feeling, when suddenly he stopped what he was doing and looked down toward me, then turned away, then looked back toward me again as if he couldn’t believe what he had just seen, he put his hands on his hips, and stared at me for a moment.

Then he got in the forklift started it up and headed directly for me fast, I was suddenly hit in the face with reality, I’m standing here naked, completely shaved,

with my ass oiled up, a rope around my neck, and a pink bow around my cock. 

What the hell had I been thinking, I had been running on a sexual high all day, almost in another world as Art’s sex slave, and I had really lost myself in that role, but now this guy was probably going to kick my ass. My instincts told me to run, but I didn’t know weather Art had sent me out there so I would be forced to hide rather than be humiliated or to stand out in the open and be discovered, I guess it was a little late to think of this now since the guy on the forklift was closing in on me fast and beeping as he got closer. I just stood there frozen, I was never so scared in my entire life, my heart was beating out of my chest and I felt like I couldn’t breath, the forklift roared up next to me and before it was completely stopped the guy jumped off right in front of me, he was a big rough looking guy maybe 6’ 2” 220 lb he looked at me in disbelief and said,

WHAT THE FUCK!

He reached out and picked up the rope that was around my neck looked at it then let it fall again, he circled around me mumbling to him self. I stood there feeling more than embarrassed, I felt dizzy and I had such a lump in my throat that I could barely swallow, when he got behind me he stopped and paused for a second then he said,

Oh really!.... So that’s it.... Then he came back around it front of me, and he looked me up and down and noticed my cock was rock hard and dripping, then he very sarcastically said, 

Isn’t that a pretty pink ribbon,..... so you want to get fucked huh?.... you little bitch!

This was now by far and absolutely the most humiliating experience of my life, and it was clear that Art had written “fuck me” on my back. I knew that there could only be one answer, so as Art had instructed me I said, 

Yes!

He said, I bet you do!... You come out here with that little pink ribbon around your dick,...your ass all greased up,... and a leash around your neck like a dog,.... I just bet you do!... well I’ll just have to make sure you get what you‘re looking for. 

And he grabbed the end of the rope and started to walk pulling me behind him. He led me down a long isle between two huge rows of ceiling high shelving, he was walking at a fast pace and it was hard to keep from stumbling as he yanked on the rope. The situation had gone past real and was beginning to seem dreamlike again, I couldn’t tell which feeling was stronger, fear or excitement. He picked up a radio from his hip and said,

Hey Joe!

The voice replied back Yeah Pete what’s up?

Man You’re not going to believe what’s up!...Where are you?

I’m in the back.

Good, stay where you are, I’ll be there in a second.

He turned and looked at me, again looking me up and down and said to him self, “ This should be interesting”. I was already very nervous and that comment only made me more so, I wondered what this guy was going to do with me, but I was completely submissive to him, as Art had instructed me to be.

We turned a corner and then walked behind several very tall stacks of wooden pallets, the guy with my rope in his hand who the voice on the radio had called Pete, looked at me and said, “stop here” Then he called out “Hey Joe”, that’s when the other guy appeared from behind some of the pallets, he was just a big as Pete, but he had a fat belly that hung over his belt. 

He scanned me up and down and said, “no shit!... where the fuck did you get that” 

Pete answered,....... I found it just standing right out in the middle of the floor up front. 

Joe laughed when looked down at the pink ribbon tied around my hard and throbbing cock and he said, 

What are you all dressed up for! And they both laughed.

The situation was becoming more degrading by the minute, but my excitement continued to build.

Pete then yanked me around so my back was to Joe, and he read aloud what Art had written there, “ Fuck me”...Oh ... so you need a good fucking!... Do you want us to fuck you?... You horny little bitch!

I was shaking, either from fear or sexual excitement I don’t know, but my cock was tingling and I was very aware of the oily feeling all over my ass, I was extremely turned on by the whole situation, and I knew it was true I did want to be fucked, I was craving it.

I answered him,...Yes!

Joe grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and Pete slapped me across my face 4 or 5 times, stared into my eyes and said, “well you’re about to get just what you deserve” 

Pete looked at Joe and nodded, then Pete yanked on the rope and put it between his legs and pulled it up behind him, I was dragged down by the neck until my face was in his crotch, he then sat on a waist high pile of pallets pinning the rope under him and me to his lap. Pete grabbed my arms and held them behind my back by my wrists. I was bent over at the waist, my face was now pinned to the bulge in his pants, my arms held behind my back, with my legs stiff and my ass in the air.

We’ll teach you to go around naked begging to be fucked like a horny little bitch!... Joe said. 

I heard what sounded like Joe unbuckling his pants. I was breathing very heavy and imagining how his cock was going to feel in my ass, when I heard a whistling sound and a quick snap and I felt a sharp pain shoot through me, and before I could even figure out what happened it came again with a loud crack, the pain was even worse with the second hit, and the smacks kept coming and the pain became unbearable, Joe was apparently standing behind me whipping my ass with his belt, and I was crying in pain into Pete’s lap. My ass was on fire and I couldn’t breathe from the pain. After about ten or twelve hits he stopped, reached out and grabbed my balls hard and said, 

Who’s bitch are you now?... are you our bitch?

YES!.. I said. Barely able to speak through the tears.

Are you ready to get fucked by us right here and now?

YES!...I said again. 

I was still crying as I spoke and my ass was still flaming from the whipping that I had just received, but I did want them to fuck me, I wanted them to abuse me, these two guys were so rough and brutal I just wanted to be totally dominated by them.

Pete pulled his cock out and told me to suck it, and as I did I felt Joe put his fingers on my asshole and start to rub them around, my cock was twitching and drooling a long strand of pre-cum down to the floor Joe slid two fingers into my ass and started to pump them in and out, as I kept a steady pace on Pete with my mouth.

To have my ass fingered while I had a cock in my mouth felt sensational, it was so dirty. I could feel Pete’s cock swelling and his body tensed as he shot a huge load of cum in my mouth and I drank every bit of it. I was learning that the feel and taste of cum in my mouth fueled my sexual fire, and made me feel nasty and horny. 

Pete never really got soft and I just kept sucking him, I could feel his cock beginning to swell again and I thought He was going to cum second time, but in stead he stood up and said,

Alright Joe... move over, I found him and that means I get to fuck him first!

Joe didn’t argue he just walked around in front of me dropped his pants, sat down and said, “ lick my balls bitch”. And I immediately did, He had very big balls and I could only get one in my mouth at a time, but I really enjoyed the feeling or having my face pressed between his legs with his balls in my mouth and his hard cock twitching against my cheek. 

Then I felt Pete pressing his cock against my asshole causing it to stretch open, but I was so turned on that it didn’t take much effort for him to slide right in, he pushed all the way in with one smooth motion, this was the first time I had ever had a cock in my ass and the feeling was more than incredible, it was warm and it caused slight burning sensation with every stroke, and each time he drove it in all the way I could feel the pressure through my entire abdomen, causing me to involuntarily moan from my gut.

I was now sucking Joe’s cock and squeezing his nuts when I felt him begin to twitch, he grabbed my hair pulled my head back a little and said,

Open your mouth wide!... and keep squeezing my balls I want to watch myself cum into your mouth.

I did as he said and I saw his cock swell and he moaned real loud, the first shot went straight in my mouth and the second hit my face, the third and fourth hit my neck and chest, and I licked the last drops off the tip of his cock.

Seeing Joe cum must have set Pete off because he began to pump harder at my ass and I could feel his cock swelling up huge, he pulled me back to him by my hips and drove his cock in as hard as he could, I felt his hot cum shooting inside of me, filling my ass, I loved it! I never had any idea that it would feel so good to have a guy fuck me and cum in my ass, and I was now enjoying every minute of this.

Joe stood up in front of me and told me to suck his balls again and as my tongue touched his sack I could feel Pete slip out of my ass, I felt so dirty, so nasty and disgusting, but I was never more sexually excited in my life than I was at that moment, my cock was twitching and jumping, my asshole was literally vibrating, and even though I had not yet had an orgasm there was a stream of cum running from the head of my cock, and all I could think of was that I wanted to get fucked again.

I didn’t have to wait long, Joe was hard again and he wasted no time in getting behind me and shoving his cock all the way in, his cock was bigger than Pete’s and it reached farther in than Pete’s did causing a pleasurable pain deep inside me as he stretched me open, I was rocked by what felt like lightening bolts with every stroke he made as he hit the same spot in me that Art had with the night stick, I was trembling and I could feel my orgasm building as he fucked me. I could also tell that it wouldn’t be long before Joe came, because his cock was quickly swelling to what seemed like twice the size it had been. 

Joe’s cock was now hard as stone, and I didn’t think I could take much more if it got any bigger. Suddenly he reached under me and grabbed my balls and started to squeeze them firmly, the pain from this shot up through my stomach into my throat and made me feel like the top of my head was going to blow off! 

That was all I could take, I thought I was going to black out! I was tingling and shaking all over, and I was moaning in time with his thrusts so loud that I was almost yelling.

I gripped onto the pallets in front of me with every bit of strength that I could find to keep from falling, and I slammed my ass back onto him as hard as I could trying to force his engorged cock in even deeper. Long streams of cum were now shooting out of my own cock onto the floor, with every squeeze of his hand on my balls I shot another long blast, as if he was actually pumping the cum out of me with his grip. The feeling was incredible! And even though it was some what painful and very intense, I didn’t want it to end. 

My climax must have pushed Joe over the edge because he pulled his cock out and started grinding it up and down the crack of my well oiled ass, and he came shooting huge spurts of hot cum all over my back. It made me feel so filthy to have his cum all over me which helped to increase the intensity of my own orgasm. He then pushed his cock back in my ass to shoot the last drops of his cum inside me, all the time he never stopped squeezing my balls, draining every last drop of cum out of me and prolonging my orgasm for longer than I thought possible.




Control Ch. 05



Josh had quite a day at the jeans store and when he met up with his mom he was ready to go home. It had been quite a day.

“I am going to take a shower and relax,” Julie said to her son as they arrived home.

“Okay Mom.” Josh’s hormones never seemed to lessen so he decided to use his invisibility and watch his Mom again. He thought, “You will no longer be able to see me.”

Julie wondered where Josh had suddenly gone but was too tired to worry about it. She just wanted a long hot shower and to relax.

Josh followed her into her room and watched her undress. He liked his mother’s body as he stood staring at her nudity. He wondered though how she would look if she shaved her pubic hair like many of the girls on the internet. “Why not,” he thought to himself. “Mom, while you are showering you will shave all the hair around your pussy,” he thought to his Mom.

Julie had the strangest feeling. It felt as if her pubic hair was dirty. Lately Julie had been having some strange feeling but she suddenly had the desire to shave her cunt. Julie had often trimmed her pubic hair for bikinis but she had never considered the idea of shaving her pussy bare. As she entered the shower she grabbed her razor.

Josh could not see into the shower very well but he did see his Mom’s freshly shaven pussy as she open the shower door. It looked great.

Julie walked into her bedroom and stood before her mirror. She felt very odd looking at her own bald pink pussy. “What could I have been thinking,” Julie pondered as she felt the sensitive skin she had just shaven. “I had better put some lotion on or else I will have problems wearing my jean,” Julie thought as she walked over to her nightstand to get the lotion.

As she began to rub the lotion on her soft skin around her pussy Josh sent another thought. “It feels good when you rub yourself.”

Julie felt her hand soothing the irritated skin but also felt more than that. She felt the rush of sexual desire that she thought she had loss when her husband left. She felt the intense sensation of her clit responding to her own fingers. And responding it was. Julie fell back on her bed and let her fingers take over.

Josh watched as his Mom lay back on the bed and rubbed her pussy. There she was lying in her bed with her legs spread and Josh loving the show. 

Julie could think of nothing but the pleasure she was feeling. She began to cum without any help from Josh. He had simply been the stimulus to excite Julie’s own repressed sexuality. Julie was now perfectly capable of handling the rest.

Josh pulled out his already hard dick as he watched his mother perform on herself. He had already cum once today but was going to shoot his wad again. As he pumped his dick he shop and nice glob that felt on his mother’s thighs. She was too consumed in her own rapture to feel anything as Josh finished his own pleasure. 

As he left the room Julie was continuing to enjoy herself. Josh sent a message, “You will not noticed my cum on your legs,” and left the room with a smile on his face.

Josh was rather content and spent the rest of the evening watching TV wondering what the next day would bring.

Josh was not a bad kid but his knew power was having an effect. He could just about have anything he wanted from people and so far none could resist.  This type of power obviously would have a dramatic effect on one’s personality. Josh did not really think about this as he drifted off into a restful sleep.

Julie also slept very well that night.

Josh slept late the night morning.  His mother had already left for work since she had to work the breakfast and lunch crowd. Josh prepared himself breakfast and thought about what he wanted to do. As he sat there thinking over the past few days he found his cock rising in his pants. In the past he would have masturbated there and then but now there were too many other options. Josh was brought back to reality as someone began knocking on the front door.

Josh walked to the door wondering who would be visiting them. They seldom had any visitors.  When he opened the door he was greeted by Mrs. Wilson. She was the wife of the minister of the Church Josh and his mother attended sometimes.

“Hello Josh,” Mrs. Wilson said as she stood on the porch. Mrs. Wilson was in her late 30’s but still looked good. She was blond and fit and trim. Josh could not help but notice her breasts but quickly raised his gaze to her eyes.

“I was hoping to catch your mother regarding our upcoming women’s retreat,” she said.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Wilson but Mom already left for work. I hate you had to drive out here for nothing.” Josh replied.

“That’s okay; I’ll catch her at the restaurant.”

As Mrs. Wilson began to walk back to her car Josh had an idea. He projected the thought, “Mrs. Wilson you will do whatever I say. You will not question anything I ask. Do you understand?”

Mrs. Wilson suddenly stopped and said, “Yes I understand”.

“Come in the house.”

She walked in and stood by the couch.

“Sit Down!”

Mrs. Wilson sat down and looked forward with a calm content expression.

Josh stood there a minute considering what he wanted to do. Then he wondered aloud, “Mrs. Wilson what is the strangest sex thing you have ever done?”

Mrs. Wilson looked thoughtful and replied, “I went to the Mall in Carver and walked around without any panties. I then let a few men catch a glimpse of my pussy.”

Josh was surprised since Mrs. Wilson was very much a minister’s type wife. 

“Do you like to let men see your pussy?” Josh questioned further.

“Yes, I love to both men and boys see it,” she answered.

“Let me see your pussy right now,” Josh commanded.

Mrs. Wilson pulled up the long dress she was wearing and to Josh’s amazement she had no panties and there was her hairy pussy.

“Do you like to rub your pussy, Mrs. Wilson?”

“Oh yes I love to do that. The Reverend loves to rub my pussy and my asshole.”

“Ok, rub your pussy right now.”

Mrs. Wilson had quickly moved between her legs and she sighed as her hand touched her clit. She slowly began to manipulate her clit and her hips began to move as she rubbed herself.

This time Josh was beyond himself. “Do you like to suck dicks, Mrs. Wilson?”

“Oh I love to suck the Reverend’s cock.”

Josh pulled his dick out and said, “Here is my dick. I want you to suck it!” Mrs. Wilson turned and moved her head toward Josh’s dick. She continued to moan softly and rub herself. She licked the head of Josh’s dick and then began sucking it. Josh began to fuck his minister’s wife’s mouth. It felt great and he could feel a large gush building up in his balls. Mrs. Wilson continued to rub her now very wet pussy and Josh could contain himself no longer. As Mrs. Wilson continued to suck his dick, it erupted in long streams of cum shooting into Mrs. Wilson's mouth and throat. She coughed and as Josh’s dick moved out of her mouth his cum went all over her face. Mrs. Wilson continued to smile and now began to moan loudly as she neared and tremendous climax. Josh having finished his watched in amazement as Mrs. Wilson had one of the best organisms of her life. Even after she slumped down exhausted she continued to follow Josh’s instructions to rub her pussy.

Josh finally noticed this and gave her permission to stop.

Mrs. Wilson sat back on the couch with her legs spread and her pink wet pussy exposed for all to see.

“Did you like that Mrs. Wilson?” Josh asked.

“Yes very much,” Mrs. Wilson replied in a calm matter of fact tone.

“Okay, I want you to remember what a fantastic time you had. I want you to remember your pussy felt great. However, I want you to forget everything else that happened today. We simply had a very nice chat. As you drive away I want you to think about my cock and how it might taste. You will become very excited by this thought even.”

Mrs. Wilson simply nodded in agreement. 

“Now go in the bathroom and clean up and you may leave.”

Josh watched from the couch as Mrs. Wilson went in the bathroom and composed herself. She then walked back through the house and out the door. As she got into her car she thought to herself, “That Josh is such a nice boy.” Then she drove off. As she pulled out on the highway she suddenly thought, “I bet his cum would certainly taste sweet.” Mrs. Wilson was very upset by this thought and could not believe how wet her pussy had suddenly become at the thought. It took great effort to keep her hand from moving down and rubbing her pussy to the thought of Josh’s cum. Mrs. Wilson did manage to drive home but that night the Reverend got one of the best blowjobs he had ever had.



Control Ch. 05



Chapter Five: "Aftermath"

The doctor wants to talk to Geoffrey, but Geoffrey is flickering in and out. He can't follow the conversation. The doc is looking down at him. Geoff looks around and finds he is in bed with Anne, and then he remembers. The doctor talks. Geoff is answering. They've been conversing, haven't they? He tries to follow it, to reconstruct it. What have they said?

She's had insults to several systems. Whatever that means. We think her liver function will improve on its own. You think? It should. She's pretty well re-hydrated now, and we'll get her electrolytes balanced pretty soon. That should help her heart rhythm. Should? It should. There doesn't seem to be any permanent damage to her limbs, though an orthopedist needs to have a look at her shoulders. That's good, I guess. And the antibiotics should clear up her pneumonia and the infections in her lesions. Lesions? Her burns and cuts. Some of them are infected. We decided against giving her a transfusion for her anemia. Why? She should improve with medication and diet. I see. Two things we have to watch are her kidney function and her heart. 

"Wait a minute! I thought you said the electrolytes would clear up her heart."

"Well, yes, but there may be damage. We can't tell yet." 

"And her kidneys?" 

"We'll have to see how much they improve. She might be fine."

She might be fine. Geoffrey wakes up completely and thinks about that for awhile. 

* * * * *

Geoffrey has hardly left Anne's side. He hasn't had a choice. She held onto him through everything last night, even her x-rays. He couldn't let go of her hand to change positions without her getting agitated. He couldn't go to the bathroom until they gave her something to help her sleep, and when he got back she was rolling in a nightmare. He leaned down to her. "I'm here, Annie. It's okay. You're safe." She opened her eyes barely enough to see him, sighed "Geoffy," and faded back out.

Besides him, her room is filled with machines and charts and blinking lights, metal tubes and a glass wall to the main ICU staff area. Everyone who passes looks in at them. Staff come and go. Security sits just outside the door. During the night Geoff had tried to stay awake while waiting for all the tests. Someone would address him and he'd jerk out of a velvet sleep. He had a passing thought that he should call someone to cancel his classes, but who cares?

The doctors finished with Anne around three a.m. When they left, Geoff pushed a green vinyl chair right up against the bed, blocking one of the monitors, and held her hand through the safety bars. He woke an hour later to see her staring down at him, and for the first time he knew she was awake and aware and back in the world. She was looking at him with the saddest expression he had ever seen. 

"I hurt you and left you and you came for me." She couldn't continue. She cried with gulps and sobs.

"Annie. Annie." 

Geoffrey stood and leaned over her, and as he did the world spun and he held the bed rail. The world spun and spun, then merely rocked, then only trembled. Geoffrey put his mouth to Anne's temple. "Annie, Annie, it's okay. Please don't be sad." Her hair was clean. It smelled of shampoo. When did they have time to wash her? How did he miss it? The world twirled around Anne's temple, around the fine hair and the smell of shampoo.

"You should have let me die!" Her crying changed to coughs, and in a minute a nurse came in to give her something.

Anne drifted back to sleep but kept jolting awake. If Geoffrey sat completely still the room would stop floating, but Anne couldn't stop jumping, and every time he had to stroke her and whisper and put his cheek on her. Finally he slipped off his shoes and crawled onto the bed, under her IV line, and held her. No one was going to stop him. He fell asleep. When she'd kick and twist he'd simply hold her and say something, and they'd glide back under together. Then, during the night, Victor was leaning against the far wall, holding a cigarette in a European fashion, but when Geoffrey sat up Victor transformed himself into some sort of medical apparatus covered with a gray tarp. Satan! Geoff had to check to make sure he hadn't accidentally jerked out the IV tube. 

Later he woke snuggling Anne in a spoons position, with his hand on her hip, coming out of a dream in which they were fucking. He was completely erect and moving his penis up and down against her. He stopped. He thought she couldn't possibly ever want sex again. 

They were both asleep when the chief attending physician came in to give his morning report a few minutes ago. Behind him Geoffrey can see the morning nurse, smiling like the Mona Lisa and touching a finger to her lips. Anne sleeps through the whole thing. Someone put an oxygen mask on her during the night, and Geoff slept through it. What if Satan had sneaked in?

She might be fine.

* * * * *

Anne probably doesn't need so much time in ICU, but the mayor has made the call. "America's Most Wanted" started the ball rolling and now the case dominates the cable networks. It probably will for a few weeks, until some six-year-old shoots his father in Wyoming. For now it's Anne the celebrity, Anne the victim, Anne of the black box. The tabloids can't get enough of her. The mayor isn't going to let anything happen to her. At least the media are kept away from her floor, and the city picks up the tab.

On the second day, Geoff looks up at a TV in the cafeteria and there they are, videotapes of the basement and the box, along with edited footage from the Web site archives. It's a cable news talk show. The two hosts are supposed to represent the left and the right. Today they agree the nation needs new laws and a crackdown on Internet smut. The one from the right blames the Clinton administration for a breakdown in sexual morality.

Contributions from women's advocacy groups pour in. Cost isn't going to be a problem. The FBI doesn't make a big case of it, since after all no one was killed, but at least Victor is now a Federal fugitive. Photos of Victor are plastered everywhere, with the usual information on what numbers to call. 

* * * * *

The third day. 

They're edging down the hall toward the elevators. The doctors want Anne to walk but she's awfully weak, so they go slowly, she still swaying a little on those spindly legs. Geoffrey holds the wheeled IV bag cart to one side, the tube crossing behind his back. He pulls it along while his other arm is around her waist, supporting her and holding her to him. When they pass the nurses' station one nurse whispers to the other, "They're so sweet together," before turning back to the mayor's press conference on CNN.

Geoff is telling Anne something. Some little thing. "You promise to eat something for me, right Annie?" She usually won't speak, not since the first night. Maybe she'll utter a word or two almost under her breath, in a monotone, but that's it. She'll talk to Geoff a little, when they're alone. Now they murmur almost conspiratorially. Anne seems to be agreeing to try to eat. Then out of the blue she stops walking and begins to cry. She doesn't try to hide it, just stands there with tears flowing down her face, making panting little high-pitched sobs. Geoff turns to her and she puts her face to his chest. He doesn't know what to do. She shows no emotion to anyone else. She's a blank slate to them. Not to Geoffrey, though. Not now. He touches his free hand to her head. 

After a few minutes she's better. She looks up at him and puts fingers to his cheek and kisses him, then they walk some more.

Before they get back to her room Anne is winded and covered in a fine, itchy sweat. Geoff helps her to the bed and looks at her, wondering about the kiss. Anne speaks a whole sentence, "Geoff, don't look at me like that." 

"What? Like what?"

"You know." She looks away.

"Annie?"

"I'm so ashamed." She's still looking away. Her eyes are watery but there are no more tears.

"Oh. Well, should I keep my eyes closed?" He closes his eyes and walks toward her and almost falls when he stumbles against a rack. "Oh, shit. Damn!" Anne laughs the first part of a tiny laugh but catches herself and puts a hand to her mouth.

"It's just that..." She sighs. "I wish I could undo everything." She's silent for maybe ten seconds. "I know you have things you have to do." Silence again. Geoff sits down to wait her out. "You don't have to stay with me anymore. My mother can take care of me."

Geoffrey looks at her but doesn't answer. Finally he rises and goes through the ritual of getting the room ready for her nap. He closes the curtain and shuts the door. He turns out the overhead light. He refills her drink canister with fresh juice. He pulls up her covers and kisses her on the forehead. Then, finally, "Would you like me to leave?" Anne starts crying again.

"Annie. Annie. If you're going to cry at everything I say, I'll have to be mute." She wipes her eyes and tries to smile. "So here's the deal, Annie Fanny. I'm not going to try to take over your life. You know I'm not like that. When you tell me it's time to leave, I'm gone, and I'll be happy because you're better. But if you're saying that just because you think you're a burden, or you don't deserve help, or whatever... well, rethink it. I'm happy doing this." 

You'll never know how long I spent rehearsing parts of that spiel, Anne. Did I get the lighthearted tone right?

She makes herself not cry any more. "Thank you Geoffy. I'd like it. If you stayed with me awhile longer. Really." 

He leans to kiss her on the forehead again. A brotherly kiss, or a fatherly one. Whatever. When he leans the room shifts. Oh, no. Here comes another one, another rolling wave. So many of them. He sits down in the green vinyl chair to help it pass while she rests, and he nods off after a few minutes. He wakes with Anne's hand moving through his hair. "Come on up, Geoffy. You'll be more comfortable up here." 

On the bed, he's on his back and she curls against him, her head on his arm, and he is sound asleep in seconds. Anne lies perfectly still, looking at him. Occasionally she touches him while he sleeps. His chest. His cheek. He snores a little, but in a minute it changes to deep, regular breathing, almost as though he were breathing in sighs. 

When her mother comes in during visiting hours, Anne puts a finger to her lips to make her be quiet.

* * * * *

"I'd like to explore your feelings when you thought you'd always be his prisoner." 

The therapist won't let go. Anne looks at Geoffrey. "It's okay, Annie. Tell her." She squeezes his hand harder and looks down. She won't look directly at the therapist, who obviously wishes Anne would see her alone. 

When that time finally comes, though, Anne doesn't say two words. "Do you not want to talk about Victor?" asks the therapist, and Anne shakes her head, not looking up. "Is there anything you'd feel comfortable talking about?"

There's a long silence. The therapist neither fidgets nor looks away. Finally Anne says it, but in voice so quiet the therapist has to lean forward to hear her. 

"Geoffrey."

"Why?" More silence. The therapist waits again.

"I have to make him leave. But I don't want to."

"Why is that?" Anne just sits there.

The therapist gets Geoffrey alone to ask him about Anne. He asks her back, "What do you want to know?"

"You've gone above and beyond the call of duty."

"Well she's needed me."

"She told me about leaving you. For Mr. Bruno. So I have to wonder what your motives are?"

Oh shit. She's no dummy, this therapist. 

"Yeah. That. Okay. I know what you're getting at. I guess it shows. This is confidential, isn't it? Okay. Well the fact is I never got over her. But I can't tell her that. I know it's over. I'm afraid she'll feel she has to be nice to me because I'm her hero. You know. Out of gratitude. So I don't know what to do. Do you have any suggestions?"

"I think we three need to have a talk together."

* * * * *

It isn't that easy. 

Saving Anne turned out to be easy. Bringing her home is easy. Nothing else is.

At home, Anne follows Geoffrey around the house. When he gets the newspaper she's at the window watching him, as intently as do the paparazzi who seem to be camped out there. They always try to goad him into making a statement. They want photos of the sex victim, not Geoff, but he'll have to do unless she gets too close to the window. They finally give up when the story wanes, but Anne doesn't give up wanting Geoff to be in sight. When he mows the grass she sits in the rocking chair with a book in her lap and looks out at the lawn.

At first she has to ride to the university with him. While he lectures she sits in the back row, in a corner, eyes down so she doesn't have to acknowledge anyone. The first day a young woman said hello and Anne looked down at her desk and made a shy smile but didn't answer. Everyone knows she's the girl in the box, and some of the guys look at her, but there aren't any problems.

It's the same inside the house. If Geoff steps out of the den to go on-line while Anne is watching something on TV, in a moment she'll have drifted to the doorway. He won't even hear her, but when he looks up she'll be standing patiently, hovering at a spot where she can see him. He rises and walks over to envelope her in his arms and kiss her. "Do you want me to come back to the den?" He nuzzles her hair.

She plays with the top button on his shirt, looking at it instead of at his face. "Mm-hmm." She says it in a little girl tone. He teases, "You'll let me go to the bathroom alone, won't you?" and she answers "I guess," still playing with the button. But she sounds serious. 

Nothing is easy. Anne needs a night light. She has to touch Geoff while she's going to sleep, and he practices lying still so it'll be easier for her. She stirs when he gets up during the night. She wakes two, sometimes three times a night and sits up in bed, trying not to yell, her heart thundering. Geoffrey holds her and talks to her. "I'm here Annie. I'll always be here. Nothing will ever hurt you."

He's careful not to be sexual. He pulls her back down and kisses her, her ear, her neck, her mouth, murmuring in between, running his mouth over her temple, always going back to that fine hair that flies away. "There, there, Annie. My girl." They kiss while he holds and caresses and comforts her. Somehow they shift from lips to tongues, sucking and caressing each other's tongue. They always do, though he doesn't plan it. Geoffrey twists his body away so she won't notice his erection. He wants her. Oh Jesu, joy of man's desiring! Oh Jesus! Oh Yeshua Ben David! Oh God, I want to fuck her! He stops using his tongue and rubs a cheek over hers and murmurs something again, and then she nests against him and goes back to sleep while he waits for his penis to shrink.

If I were Victor I could make her want it. I'd just turn her on. It would be easy. I'd snap my fingers or tie her to the bed and she'd beg for it. Oh shut the fuck up. You aren't Victor and you don't want to be. Yes I do, in that one way.

He rises and walks to the guest bedroom to turn on the computer, where he goes to the files he wants, hidden in a folder within another folder inside a main folder. He plays the orgasm video that shows her flower opening and closing and he caresses his penis through his underwear. He pulls them down and runs his thumb up, down, around the head of his penis, letting it get slippery, petting himself while he watches orgasm videos. When he's about to come he pulls up his shirt, panting and straining to subdue his voice, while he spurts onto his chest and belly. 

Afterward he duck-walks into the bathroom, holding his pants out and his shirt up, to clean himself off. Before he gets back to bed Anne is tossing again.

"Annie. Annie. It's okay. I'm here. You're safe."

* * * * *

When they first go outside to walk, she's afraid the whole time. It's early autumn, breezy and clear. The first leaves run along the street. It's beautiful and she can't wait to finish and get back inside the house. When they go out by car she has to be in by sunset. She can't stand dark places like theaters. She sees Victor everywhere.

It is a long time before Anne can bring herself to see any of her friends. The whole time Jane is visiting, she and Anne clutch each others' hands and cry together. At one point Jane says, "You know, it could just as easily have been Maureen or me." Geoff wonders if Jane has watched any of the orgasm videos, and if she's a little jealous. He regrets it almost instantly, though Anne is more available on the Web than Pamela Anderson. Anyone with a credit card can see her.

In bed, before they're asleep, Anne twitches and whispers, "Did you hear that?" Geoffrey goes through the house once again. Every night he checks the security devices several times before coming to bed, and he does it again before going to work in the morning. 

"Have you done it, Geoff?" When he says yes she asks, "Could you do it again?" Motion detectors, window and door alarms, supplementary power, dead bolts, steel doors, barred windows. Cell phones preprogrammed with emergency numbers. Fortress Geoffy. He's even got micro-cams hidden around, all tied to recording devices. The donations are used up.

* * * * *

The third day that Anne stays home alone, the house is empty when Geoff gets back.

"Annie?" No sound.

The house looks normal. Nothing is disturbed. They talked half an hour ago.

"Annie?"

The door was locked when he got to it. The kitchen counter has things Anne had taken out for dinner, thawed chicken breasts, Parmesan cheese, sherry, butter. There's a paperback book, face down on the dining table. There's just no Anne.

He thinks why didn't I take the gun? If he's here I can't get to it. 

He grabs a knife. From a drawer in den he finds a taser. It's something.

"Annie!"

He hears her voice, muffled, as though far away. "I'm here, Geoff." It's from the bedroom. She sounds desperate. He runs down the hall, into the bedroom. "Annie?"

She's in the closet. She's standing with her back to the wall, beside the closet door, and she's holding a steak knife in both hands. She's trembling and crying.

"I heard him, Geoff! I heard him!"

"Where?"

"It wasn't him. I thought I heard him. It was something on TV. I was so afraid!" Too afraid to call, to do the rational things.

Geoff takes the knife from her carefully. He has to pry her fingers away. He lets her tremble against him until finally she's calm. He puts his cheek on her head and kisses her and brushes her with his hands.

"Next time call me right away, okay honey? I'd die before I'd let him get to you."

At the word "die" Anne's eyes snap open. She pulls her hands up and slaps them on his chest, hard.

"No! Don't say that!"

"What?"

"You're not allowed to die. You can't! You can't! Tell me you won't ever die! Say it!"

And he says it of course. Then Anne turns away. She demands something different.

"Let me die, Geoff. I want to die. Please let me."

"No! Stop it, Anne."

"Please. I want to die. I can't stand it anymore."

Geoff picks her up. He swoops her. She still isn't very heavy. He carries her to the bed while she begs him, "I want to die," where he lays her down and pulls a quilt over her. He lies down right beside her, under the quilt, puts pillows behind her, puts one lightly over her head so they're completely nested. He holds her closely and strokes her hair and her back, stroking her. She continues to beg. "Let me die, Geoff. I love you but I can't stand it."

"Shh. It'll be all right. You'll see." He strokes her again, but she won't stop. She's not loud. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She might be half asleep, her face burrowed up against him, and she asks quietly to die. It's a mantra, a half whisper, a murmur, on and on. "I want to die."




Control Ch. 05



"Shh." 

"Let me die. Please Geoff. Let me. Let me."

"Shh."

* * * * *

It gets too hard. The next night he comes to bed after checking security. They kiss and talk, kiss and talk, and when she shifts a little her hand brushes his penis. "Geoffy? Would you like to make love?" 

"No, but I want to massage you." Fucking liar. Scratch that. Fuckless liar.

"It would be okay."

"My Annie." He smiles at her and kisses her again. They've become excellent kissers. "You'd say anything I wanted to do was okay."

"Uh-huh."

He loosens her peignoir. Anne isn't wearing panties. Ah, her poor body, her poor shrunken breasts, barely starting to soften and round out again. There are still some faint, yellow bruises and traces of cuts and burns that are starting to turn into little pink scars. Her pubic hair is returning. She looks different since the docs took out the piercings. It was medical necessity -- some of them were infection sites -- but Geoffrey looks at her and wishes they'd left one in each of her nipples and another in her clitoris. 

He thinks: I'm a God damned perv!

He begins massaging shoulders. He lifts and caresses them, running his hands around them. He's especially gentle with them because they trouble her so much. He warms them with light, circular strokes, then massages harder and deeper to loosen them, and after a bit Anne says "Ooooo" in a soft voice.

Down her arms and to her hands, first one side and then the other. Do each finger separately. Massage round and round each palm with his thumbs. He goes to her legs. The soles of her feet and her toes first. She can't help squirming when he begins on her soles. Then up her legs, following the venous flow upward, warming and working her wasted muscles, calves and thighs, before traveling around and past her vulva. 

Don't get too close there. Skirt her breasts. You can touch them just a little. He spends a lot of time on Anne's head and neck, massaging her forehead, jaw, scalp. Pulling lightly on her hair. She's almost out by now, hypnotized from it all, but he doesn't stop. Down to her chest, using only the tips of his fingers around the outer edges, then up the middle, then around. She sighs. To her stomach.

He plays with her nipples.

He brushes them with his fingertips. Her nipples harden. He tickles the skin around them. Anne's breathing changes but she's not tense. Geoffrey runs his fingertips all the way down from her breastbone to her stomach, to her pubis. He edges them slowly down to her labia, and between them. She's slippery. Anne still lies relaxed, but her breathing is richer.

"Anne." He half whispers. "I'm going to play with your body some more. Is that all right?"

Her voice comes from some far-away place. "Yes, Geoffy. Do it." She doesn't move. She doesn't go rigid either.

Geoffrey plays with her sex as part of the massage, running his hands around her, then through her, then around and down to her thighs, then up to her labia. He pulls on her lips. Her breathing is louder and quicker. She says "Ooooo" again, in a long, smooth moan and pulls her head back. 

He thinks, what of her burns? It hasn't been that long. But he looks and can hardly make anything out. So he plays with her labia some more and she moans again. Finally he thinks, to hell with the massage, and he leans down to lick her clitoris.

"Oh Geoff. Yes!" She pulls her head back as far as she can against the pillows. She puts a hand to Geoff's head. In a minute she pushes her hips at him and pulls his hair. He sucks on her and moves his mouth around and she begins moving. She jerks at him and says "Huh!" as she moves her pubis. "Huh! Huh!" and she's almost coming already. 

He yanks down his underwear. When he puts his penis to her it slides in like she's greased. Fuck into her. She's pushed flat into the mattress and goes "Huh!" again. His weight has pushed the air out of her. No stopping now. He fucks again, pushing her flat again. Again she goes "Huh!" followed by a high-pitched "Oh!" Geoff's pleasure is coming on. He fucks into her hard, again, again, and then he's over the top and holds his prick hard inside her, just moving it a little bit, in and out, push, push, until he's finished coming. Finally he just lies atop her. It's another minute before he realizes she hasn't caught her breath. He lifts off her but she keeps huffing. 

"Annie, are you all right?"

"Oh yes." Gasp. "Oh yes." Gasp. "Oh God, Geoff." She pants awhile longer. 

It doesn't keep her from needing comfort during the night. 

* * * * *

In the morning Geoffrey wakes to the feel of Anne's mouth on him.

"Anne? What are you doing?" As if it isn't obvious. "You don't have to do that." He's already completely erect and her mouth flesh moves up and down over him. He pulls her off him. "Anne. You don't need to."

"Stop it!" She seems almost angry. "You do everything for me. You have to let me do this for you, Geoff. You have to!" 

He lets her take him in again and in a minute he begins to pant and pulls his hands into fists at his sides. Anne takes him deeper. Then he's deeper again. And then he feels the squeezing of her throat on him. Her mouth is all the way down to his body. She didn't know how to do that before. She holds him, then pulls up and breathes several breaths, then goes all the way down, down and up, fucking his prick with her mouth and throat. She stops for more air. Geoff has never felt anything like it. Down she goes. He can't help it. He holds her head and starts fucking up into her throat, not even letting her breath. And grunts and comes into her. Before he finishes, her hands have started to move spastically over his torso and thighs. The moment he can stand to he pulls completely out of her.

Anne coughs and gasps for a moment, but she has a satisfied look, or maybe she looks like the cat who swallowed the penis. The two stare at each other, her cheek resting on his thigh, a hand on his penis. Geoff is too spent to do anything but breath, and it's Anne who speaks first. "You have to let me do things. Okay Geoff?"

* * * * *

Coda.

That's when it happens. Anne finds everything Geoffrey had downloaded from the Web site. 

You would think it was well-enough hidden. Geoff had thought so. When he gets home she is sitting before the computer, staring out the window, and her hands are in her lap. On the monitor is frozen the last image from one of her orgasm videos, waiting for her to push the "play" button yet again. Geoff doesn't know what to say.

"It's what led me to you, Annie," he tries. "It's the only way I could know to save you."

"I know. I know. But I didn't know everything you saw, or what everyone saw. You saw me when..." She has to stop. "You saw when he made me want him."

What can he possibly say? She stares down at the screen. He wonders if she will forgive him.

But Geoff begins to notice things in the room and knows that isn't the entire issue. He hadn't noticed when he walked in but now they're important. Like what? Like she's dressed only in panties and a sleeveless T, and her jeans are lying on the floor as though kicked aside. And there's a smell in the room. It's Annie. It's sex. When he's close enough she almost reeks of sex. It doesn't take long to put it together. It isn't that she's disappointed in him, at least not that way. It's something else. He can't believe it at first, but it's the only answer.

"How many of the videos did you see?"

"All of them."

"All day long?" She turns toward him but doesn't say a word. He makes his voice soft. "Annie. I can tell. It made you hot to watch them."

Geoff can connect the dots. Did she shiver when she knew what the files were? Did she wonder why Geoff kept them? Of course she did. She must have. But, there's the other thing.

How did she come to click one? Didn't that fear of Victor flow through her? But she clicked one anyway. How did she manage it, manage through the fear, afraid of what she'd see? How? Maybe it was the other feeling. Maybe she already had it, that tiny, swelling vibration in her chest that signals desire. Maybe it was there, the thing in her that lusts for domination. Maybe she was drawn to it. Still afraid. Approach. Avoidance. But she clicked one. She did. She watched one. She saw Victor control her and pleasure her and saw herself awash in bliss from it, bliss like nothing she'd experienced before him, or since, that she had to feel again.

"What do you mean?"

"Watching him do that to you. It made you hot."

"Geoff, no! Those feelings aren't there anymore. Please believe me. You have to believe me. I don't want any of that. Ever." She takes both his hands and stares him in the face. He would have apologized, but her right hand is redolent of musk. Geoff makes a point of smelling it.

"Annie, please. Even though you're afraid of him you got hot."

Her eyes get big and she drops his hands. "No! Stop it!"

"Then stop lying to me!" 

Silence. He last raised his voice last year. He remembers the details. This room. After Anne's sex cries. After Victor's beautiful voice and his oily analysis, "Well Anne, love. It looks like you're going to have to explain things to him earlier, rather than later." He remembers Victor's look of satisfaction when he left. He remembers shouting at Anne afterward. Now her face has crumpled and she cringes like she cringed last year. Geoffrey can't catch his breath. Here's how it finally ends, he thinks. 

"I'm sorry Anne. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He's blinking so he won't cry. He's trying to control himself. He doesn't want to be weak now. "It's just that I love you and I'm going to lose you again and I don't know what to do." He can't control himself.

Outside the window, at the edge of the yard, is a row of white pines. Just beyond is a rise, and on it are impossibly tall southern pines, and red oaks whose leaves haven't yet fallen. A blue norther is pushing through. The sky is clear and sunny and the southern pines and the oaks sway together, far over, then the tops seem to twist around each other, around and back, in a dance. A single red leaf detaches itself and dance-dance-dances across the sky until it dances out of sight.

Anne straightens up. She wipes her eyes, crying again. They both are. It's the way of the world. You go a long time without a single tear, but when the time comes there's nothing else to do. She steps up to Geoff and puts her hands on his shoulders. He's a statue. She touches her forehead to his chest, then raises her face to look at him.

"Geoff, you're not going to lose me. I wouldn't do that to you. Not again. I love you too much." 

Geoffrey steps back from her. 

"I believe you. But I can't give you that one thing. He could. We both know it. I'll work on it. We can try things. But if it's not enough..." His voice is high and tight and it finally breaks. "If you have to leave... it'll be okay."

She pursues him. She hugs him to her. "I wouldn't do that to you. I couldn't. Geoffy, you silly idiot, I'm with you for the long haul." 

He pushes at her arms but she doesn't let him get away. 

"I know you don't have any reason to believe me. I know I'm a bad prospect. But give me the chance and I'll show you." She kisses Geoffrey on his cheek, his mouth, his nose, his chin. She pulls his forehead down to hers and rubs her nose over his, and he stops crying. He wipes his eyes and she says, "No one else could do what you've done for me. For me. My own Superman. And you're still such a sweet, silly guy, so uncertain and vulnerable. There's no one else like you. Please, please, don't worry about us."

Geoff is done backing away. He wipes his entire face, then rubs his hands on his pants. The wind rattles something attached to the house.

"Well, I want you to know. I couldn't stand making you go through life feeling part of you was cut off. So I'd be your base. If you needed me."

"I won't! Don't say that, Geoff!" She breaks away from him, turns her back. Her back is stiff, her arms straight down at her sides, her hands clenched.

"Just promise me one thing. Don't let it be Victor. He's out there. He'll want you again." Anne tries to say something but Geoffrey rushes on. "I can feel it. If he calls or writes or sends an email or anything, don't respond. Don't meet him. I couldn't stand it if he got you again."

There's a long silence while Anne's hands unclench and her head droops. She pulls her hands up to her face, then drops them and turns back to him. She takes one of his hands in both of hers. Three wet hands. 

"I promise, Geoff. I promise."

End.



Control Ch. 05



He stopped just outside the restaurant entrance, stood under the lights that illuminated the name, taking his time finding his car keys, checking his wallet. I nearly asked if he'd lost something, before I realised what he was doing. There was a large group of people coming toward the door from the car park. About 15 people, all around my age, walking towards us. I started to panic. This was too much. People in the restaurant were at a distance from me at least. This group were going to be right next to us. I turned my body towards Sir, hoping to hide from them. 

He looked up from his 'task' and shook his head at me, "back to the wall and look out at the cars, little sub. And put your arms down, don't cover your body."

I stopped myself just before I sighed. I'm his to do whatever he wants with, I reminded myself. I turned back to my original position, my arms hanging down by my sides this time. I had been holding my arms over myself trying to hide the bite marks and the collar from anyone. Now I had no chance of hiding either. 

The group were almost right next to us and I could hear them chatting. They were still waiting on another carload of people and were discussing whether to wait outside or inside for them. I was silently hoping they'd choose to go inside but one of the bright sparks of the group pointed out there were too many of them to stand around in the foyer, so outside it was. I dropped my head immediately, trying to think of ways to make myself invisible.

"Did you enjoy your meal, little sub?" 

I hadn't banked on Sir figuring out what I was trying to do. He made no attempt to carry out a private conversation, instead speaking to me as though there was no one else around. I nodded meekly. 

His eyes told me just how big a mistake I had made. I quickly tried to speak, to answer him verbally, but as soon as I opened my mouth he had his hand over it. 

"Be quiet sub. If you didn't want to be able to talk any more you should have just asked."

I kept my arms by my side, trying to plead with him with my eyes only. I was pressed up against him, unaware I had taken a step towards him as soon as he covered my mouth. I was so aroused, I wanted to feel him against me. 

The group behind us was mostly speaking in hushed tones now. This made me nervous. They must be talking about us I thought. I closed my eyes, tried to calm myself down. They were probably just talking amongst themselves. They probably weren't watching us. It was working until new voices joined the group. As they all hugged and greeted one another, Sir took his hand from my mouth. I risked looking over my shoulder and was relieved to see that none of them were paying us any attention. 

I wanted to hate him for doing this, but I couldn't. All I felt was my desire building and building for him. My pussy getting so wet, I was worried about my juices literally running down my legs. All the blood in my body seemed to be split between colouring my cheeks, displaying my embarrassment clearly and my engorged clit. My pussy was tingling with need, a deep pulling feeling in the pit of my tummy accompanied it and I couldn't stop myself from whimpering with lust. 

The entire time my mind was running through these thoughts, Sir was watching me. I had my eyes cast down, still under the illusion that if I can't see them, they can't see me. I could see the bulge in his trousers, that delicious bulge that indicated just how much he was enjoying this. Enjoying my predicament. 

"Come on sub, follow me." 

I quickly walked behind him as he strode to the car, trying frantically to keep up with him. To hide myself behind him

When we reached the car, the momentary relief I felt soon disappeared though. He was holding a gag in his hand. I shook my head, started to beg him not to gag me there. To please wait til we were in the car, please don't do this where people could see. But my pleas were ignored and brushed aside. 

Eventually I relented, I opened my mouth and he wasn't too gentle when he pushed the ball in. He turned me around to face the restaurant with a hard push on my shoulders, telling me to hold my hair up out of the way, fastening the gag securely behind my head. As I let my hair fall back down, the restaurant door opened and the couple from the table across from us walked out. My eyes were wide with fear and I quickly turned back to Sir.

They were walking towards us. The woman held her keys in her hand and i heard the beep of central locking. Their car was parked directly in front of us. As they were closing their doors, I heard the woman mutter something to her partner, "slut" was the only word I picked out of her sentence. This only sent me further into my extreme arousal. My cunt spasming at hearing the word from the mouth of another. Deep shame at my reactions to such a judgement. But she was right. I was acting like a slut. 

After they had pulled away, Sir allowed me to get in the car. I sat in the passenger seat, with my legs apart as far as I could. I couldn't bring myself to pull my dress up, to expose myself. When Sir was settled in the driving seat he turned to me, frowning at my dress. He reached over and pulled it back, tucking it under the waist of the seatbelt.

I was watching his face so was caught off guard by the six rapid spanks he delivered right over my clit. The first two caused me to shout out behind the gag but the following four had me panting with need. His hand was wet from my pussy and he reached up, wiping it over my face then gripped my chin in his fingers and turned me to face him. 

"Since you didn't answer me back there I assumed you didn't want to talk. Behave and I'll think about taking the gag out. But then you do look good gagged like that..." He trailed off. 

I squirmed in my seat, trying to get some sort of friction against my pussy, to no avail. 

"Feeling like you need something in that slut pussy of yours?" He asked. 

All I could so was nod frantically. 

"Go into your handbag. Take out what you find in there and use it. But do not cum. I mean that last bit sub, do not cum."

I'm confused, I don't understand what could be in my handbag. It hadn't moved since we arrived at the hotel. Opening it, I was shocked to see my purple vibrator. The one that hits my g-spot just right. I look at him, surprised at him bringing it out with us. Then it sinks in that he wants me to fuck myself while sat next to him. I've performed for him before, but with him watching me intently, watching every movement, every thrust, every moan, every tilt of my pelvis. This is different. This feels less intimate, less of a show and more a display of control. 

"What are you waiting for? I'm not going to start the car until you've got that as deep inside you as it'll go. Although judging by how wet your slutty little cunt is, that should be possible with one thrust."

I moaned behind the gag, as I took a form grip of the base. I rubbed the tip over my clit a few times, surprised at how easily it glided between my lips. It was slick with wetness when he spoke again. 

"Slide it in my little sub slut, let me hear you."

I followed his command, sliding it straight into my pussy, feeling it filling me up and rubbing over my gspot as I pushed it deep inside me. I couldn't help but groan. Saliva was starting to build up behind the gag and I felt it start to run from my mouth. I've never felt so slutty. My legs apart, gagged and collared with a vibrator in my pussy. Spit spilling down onto my tits. My pretty dress pulled up to expose my naked pussy. My tits covered in visible bite marks. My eyes were glazed over, my heart racing. 

As I groaned, he started the car. "Good sub. Now fuck yourself. Hard. As though you're trying to make yourself cum. Don't go easy on yourself. Do not cum. You are forbidden to cum. Do you understand?"

I nodded slowly, too lost in the pleasure I was gaining from the slow, steady thrusting of the vibe. We were driving through a small village, streetlights lighting up the car every so often. 

We stopped at traffic lights and two young guys crossed in front of us. The car was illuminated by so many sources, I felt like I was being put on display. One of them noticed me, my mind was hazy with arousal but I was keeping an eye on my surroundings, unable to completely let go. I saw when one of them spotted me. He just patted his mate's arm and pointed. I stopped moving the vibe then. Frozen in fear. 

"Keep going. I'm sure they'll enjoy the show."

At the sound of his voice I immediately obeyed him. I kept my eyes on the pair as they slowed down walking, trying to get a better look at what I was doing. I started to speed up slightly, faster and harder strokes. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, tipping my head back against the headrest I started to really fuck myself. Slipping my shoe off, I lifted one leg, resting my foot on the dashboard, sliding down slightly lower in my seat, crying out at the pleasure the new angle gave. Sir glanced at me as we drove away from the lights, enjoying the new view. 

We left that village and I knew it wouldn't be long til we arrived back at the hotel. I continued to fuck myself hard, just how I do when I want to cum. I could feel my orgasm starting to build, slowing every so often to catch my breath and to deny it that little bit longer. 

Turning in to the hotel drive, I started to slow down my movements. Sir noticed, and quickly spanked my inner thigh, right across a welt. My pussy tightened around the vibe, and I felt my clit throb as the sting started. I increased the pace again, and was rewarded with a soothing caress along the spanked area. 

My tits were soaked with spit, my jaw was starting to ache, my pussy was feeling abused and I was desperate to cum. We pulled into a parking space and once again I started slowing down but received another spank for that. This time he didn't stop at one. He turned to face me, and spanked me over and over again across my thighs and my tits. 

I tried to ask if I could cum through the gag, but couldn't form any words. I was just mumbling and sputtering. I was so close, I was desperate to cum. I was trying to think, to make myself stop but it wasn't working. I tried to stop fucking myself but he took over, taking it from me. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he thrust it in to me, over and over. I was shaking my head, screaming for permission to cum. 

"No. Do not cum little sub. Do not cum." 

But he didn't stop. He was unrelenting in his movement. I felt my orgasm building and building and building, my entire body was tense with it, coiled tightly, wanting to let go. 

Then he stopped. Completely. He pulled the vibe out of my pussy in such a swift movement that my hips were still moving. I squealed out in protest behind the gag, my eyes wide with annoyance. He just grinned at me as I stared at him in disbelief. I frowned at his apparent joy at my irritation. 

He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "your orgasms belong to me little sub. You belong to me. Everything you do or say in my presence is because I have allowed you to. Never forget that."

His words cause my frown to disappear as I lean into him, using my body language to show him my submission to him. Pressing my face into his chest, silently giving myself to him. 

He pulls me back with a fistful of my hair. I hate to think how much of a mess I must look. My hair in disarray from sliding down the seat, my dress crumpled beneath me, my face flushed and wet with spit, my eyes wild from my denied release. 

"You look beautiful like this my little sub." It felt like he was reading my mind at times. I closed my eyes, suddenly shy. 

He released my hair and got out of the car. I opened my door, struggled to adjust my dress as I stepped out. He was beside me quickly, the leash in his hand. I grabbed my handbag from the floor, the vibrator tucked safely away before I opened the door. As I bent down to duck into the car, he gave me two quick, sharp spanks to my ass. I should have expected them, he always spanked me whenever I bent over in front of him, but they surprised me because of where we were. 

I closed the door behind me and stood facing him, awaiting instruction. I felt his fingers at my neck attaching the lead and I moaned as I felt my pussy quiver. 

He led me into the hotel, this time into a thankfully empty reception area. I followed behind him up the stairs, hoping beyond anything I've ever hoped for before that I was going to get fucked and fucked hard. 

We reached the top of the stairs and I heard the word from his mouth I had come to expect, to anticipate behind closed doors. "Strip."

My hand moved immediately to the zip in the side of my dress. I had pulled it down about an inch when I remembered where I was and stopped. I looked at him. The look on his face said it all. I didn't even bother trying to speak, just continued unzipping my dress, hoping he wouldn't actually make me take it off if I showed to be obedient. My hopes were silly really. As the zip was fully undone, he motioned for me to take it off, releasing his grip on the lead. I shake my head slowly. 

He simply nods at me and motions upwards again. I take a deep breath, more unsure of myself than I've ever been. Gripping the hem of my dress I lift my arms above my head, reassuring myself there's no one around, I'll be fine. The dress is off and I'm holding it in front of me, covering my body as much as I can, unsure what to do, dressed now only in hold ups and a bra. 

"Put it in your handbag and follow me." 

I quickly obey him, as he starts walking quickly to our room. I barely manage to keep up as he pulls me along behind him. We reach the room door and he stops. I'm directly behind him and willing him to open the door. 

"On your knees sub, knees spread. Hands up behind your head. I'll be back."

With that he takes my handbag from me and opens the room door as I'm getting into position. He props open the door and I watch him as much as I can without moving from my position. He dumps my bag to the side, bending down to take the vibrator out. I can see it's sticky from its earlier use. He takes it into the bathroom and I hear the taps running. He brings it back out and sits it with the rest of the toys. 

Standing at the desk with his back to me, he hasn't looked at me to check my position once. He's ignoring me. I'm desperate for his attention. I want him to look at me. I want his eyes on me. He continues to move around the room, taking various toys and placing them on the bed. I don't see what he chooses and my mind is racing through the possibilities...cane, paddle, whip, flogger, ruler...clamps, pinwheel, hair clips, dildo, vibe, wand...there's too many possibilities to imagine. 

I hear a noise to my right, and risk a glance. I see a door opening. Before I can even think, I've crawled into the room and hidden myself into the side. I am shaking, sitting with my back against the wall, listening for anyone coming close. I hear the door closing and after a while when no one comes near our door I relax. My shoulders loosen, I rest my head back against the wall. My breathing is rapid and I can't think for the blood rushing in my ears.

I open my eyes to find Sir standing over me. The look of anger in his eyes makes me realise what I've done. Shit. 

He reaches behind my head and undoes the gag. Prising it from my mouth, I stretch my jaw a bit, trying to relax it from being held open like that for so long. 

"Did I give you permission to move?"

"No sir, I'm sorry sir, but..."

He cuts me off mid sentence, "be quiet. I don't accept excuses. And present yourself to me properly bitch instead of just sitting there with you legs splayed open like that."

I scramble up on my knees again, with them spread apart and my hands on the back of my head. He reaches out with his foot, pushing my knees further apart with it. I'm spread open uncomfortably now. I keep my eyes down, not wanting to anger him any further. 

"So why did you think you were allowed in the room again bitch?"

"I thought someone was coming out of a room sir. They would have seen me if I hadn't moved sir. I'm sorry sir," I answer him, glancing up at him. He's over by the bed now, looking at everything on it. 

"So what if they had seen you? What, are you scared they'd have judged you?"

"Yes sir. I was scared they would judge me sir. I didn't want them to see me practically naked sir," I manage to get out, watching him as he picks up the cane before setting it back down. "I'm truly sorry sir."

"I don't care whether you want to be seen or not. It pleases me for you to be put in these situations and that's what's important. You are mine to use for my pleasure are you not?"

"Yes I am sir."

"Say it sub."

"I'm yours to use for your pleasure sir."

"So you do understand that. So why did you think that your fear of being discovered as a slut, your fear of being seen naked, on your knees, by another person would concern me? It doesn't. If I tell you to do something, you do it until I say otherwise."

I'm shaking, watching him. He keeps picking up toys and turning to me with them. 

"I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry for disobeying you sir. Your pleasure is important to me sir. Please forgive me sir," I am talking so fast, trying to get all the words out. I feel so guilty, I disappointed him. I'm hanging my head in a new form of shame now. 

"Your apology seems genuine. For that, I will let you choose how you are punished. Would you like 12 strokes of the cane...12 strokes of the paddle...or perhaps you would prefer to be put over my knee and spanked hard? Which would you prefer sub?" He walks over to me as he's speaking, closing the room door and walking to the middle of the room. 

His voice is tender, I start to feel hopeful. Maybe he realises how sorry I am. "Over your knee please sir," I reply, keeping my head down. 

"Very well. Crawl to me bitch. Understand this is a punishment. I expect you to thank me at the end. Now ask me to punish you for your disobedience," he says as he sits down on a chair. 

I crawl across the room to him, slowly, every movement deliberate. I kneel before him and look up, "please punish your sub for disobeying you sir. Please sir."

He nods and pats his leg. I scramble up, position myself across his leg, my arms stretched out, supporting my body, my legs out behind me. I start to feel more aroused than scared. Over his knee is such a familiar place for me, I'm raising my ass to him in anticipation. 

The first spank is hard. So hard I cry out. Each one is the same, if not worse. I manage to keep quiet at first, but it's not long before I'm writhing on his lap, screaming out, begging him to stop. But he shows no mercy, every spank delivered with meaning, with intensity. I'm beyond begging now, gasping, panting. Trying to breathe evenly. Finally he stops and pushes me to the floor. 

I rest a second, "thank you sir. Thank you for punishing me sir. I will not disobey you again sir."

He simply nods at me. Standing up he steps over my body and makes his way to the bed. He picks up a coil of rope. My pussy comes back to life then. He comes over to me, ordering me up onto my knees. I comply, quickly, trying to keep upright as my ass is stinging so much. I can feel it burning and tingling, right to the edge of every inch he made contact with. I could only imagine how it must look. 

He unhooks my bra, sliding it off me. I'm now naked save for the hold ups. He starts to tie me...with my arms in the box position behind my back, he wraps rope around my tits, framing them while keeping my arms secure. I can't move my upper body. He comes round in front of me then. I see his eyes are dark and furious. He is holding a roll of tape in his hand. The strong silver stuff. I start shaking my head. Try to speak, but he lifts his finger to my lips, telling me to shh. 




Control Ch. 05



"Did you actually believe that I'd allow you to choose your punishment? That was really a bit stupid of you. Why would I give you that choice?" He laughed at me then, seeing the confusion turn to full realisation of what was about to happen. "I'm not going to go easy on you. I'll start just by gagging you. But if I feel you need more incentive to keep quiet, I will use the tape. Or I might just use the tape because I want to at some point. Get to your feet."

I struggle to stand, I'm terrified of what's about to happen. My ass is on fire, burning and stinging. I don't know if I can take any more on it. He takes hold of my lead, pulling me over to the armchair. He bends me over the back of it, and pulls my head back by my hair. 

"You can watch yourself in the mirror for this one. See the pain in your eyes. See what I see."

He lets go of my hair then. I can't see him, not even with the mirror in front of me. I don't know how long he leaves me there, but I can feel the anticipation building. My pussy is soaking wet. I jump as I feel his hands on my legs. He's rolling down my hold ups. I'm now completely naked. My thighs are slick with wetness. He reaches around me, pushing the gag back into my mouth. My jaw protests, but he takes no notice, fastening it tightly. 

I hear him moving around in front of me. His hands go to my tits. Massaging them, pulling on my nipples. I try to press into his hand, wanting his touch on me. I'm watching his eyes again, he looks up at me as I start to feel a familiar pinch on my nipple. I try to keep my eyes open, let him see me as he places the clamps on my nipples. I breathe a sigh of relief as the last pinching feeling becomes tolerable. But it's short lived as he starts to clip weights onto the chain. The position I'm in doesn't help, the weights hang heavily down, pulling on my nipples. He pushes them back and forth, watching the chain swing and my face contort in pain. I try to keep my screams in, and they eventually turn to moans which I can't hide. 

He stands up, and moves behind me. My nipples are fully aware of the clamps, the weights not letting me forget their presence. I'm too busy focusing on them to hear him come up behind me. The first I realise is when I feel the long thin cool of the cane against my burning ass. 

"I want you to count these sub. Not out loud. Just in your head. If you get it wrong when I ask you, I'll start again."

I nod my head in understanding, bracing myself to receive the first one. I scream behind the gag with the first stroke, my entire body jumping in shock, I am almost standing upright, the clamps pulling on my nipples at the sudden movement. He uses the end of the cane to push me back down over the chair back. I look at my face in the mirror. I don't recognise myself. I look so turned on, I can't see any pain left in my eyes. Until I feel the next one. Then the third and the fourth in rapid succession. 

"How many is that?"

I try to speak, try to tell him 4. I can't form the word. I clench my fists behind me, leaving 4 fingers out, hoping he sees me. 

"I can't hear you. I'll take that as no answer. Start again from one."

I'm shaking my head in despair. Trying to beg him. It doesn't work. Six hard, sharp strokes come down on my ass, my eyes are glazed over, my mind is blank of everything except the pain. I can feel every spark of pain firing. 

"How many is that sub?"

I manage to get out a vague formation of the word six. He seems to accept it, resting the cane on me again, taking aim. He rests it across my sensitive sit spot, where he had focused many of his spanks earlier. It was still feeling very tender and burning. He took his time with the following six strokes. Each one sending my body forward. My nipples were burning with the pain of the clamps plus weights. My pussy was soaking wet though. I could feel it, running down my leg. I was wriggling from side to side, trying for some relief in between being caned. Every stroke landed so precisely, I felt like he was going over the same spot, over and over again. I was getting no relief from the pain. Finally he reached twelve (or 16 if you want to count the first 4 that he didn't), my ass was on fire. I couldn't form any thoughts. I was bent over the chair, my head dropped in submission. 

He took the gag off and asked me, right in my ear, "how many strokes of the cane did I just give you sub?"

"16 in total sir, but 12 for punishment sir. The other four were miscounted by me sir. Thank you for punishing me sir. Thank you sir," I replied in one breath. I was feeling high at that moment. High on pain, high on emotion, high on pleasure. 

"Good sub." I felt my pussy flood at those words, my cheeks burning with shame at my reaction. 

His hands are exploring my tits, stroking, caressing, slapping them every now and then. He's letting me come back round from the caning. I start to think maybe he won't actually use the paddle too. That would be too much. Then I realise I'm kidding myself. Nothing is too much for him. He reaches over and takes another weight from the desk. 

"Do you want me to add this to the chain?"

I stare back at him, unsure what response he's looking for. "It is not my choice sir, I am yours to do whatever you wish to sir," I reply, hoping he can see how I've submitted to him, given up everything to him in that moment. I want him to take me, to give me no choice, to show me no mercy. The smile he rewards me with tells me I gave the right answer and I feel the newest pulling sensation on my nipples as he adds the weight. 

I groan out loud, I start speaking before I even know what I'm going to say, "please sir, please fuck me. Please use your sub's slutty holes for your pleasure sir. It is my place to give you pleasure, please fuck me sir. Please sir, please." I beg him, surprising myself. He listens before standing up. I half expect to feel his cock in me, or at the very least his fingers. Instead I'm shocked at the harsh sting of the paddle. I scream. Properly scream. 

I can't process the pain because of how unexpected it was. I'm trying to bring myself back down, breathing evenly when he's in front of me again. This time with a piece of tape in his hand. I start to shake my head, keeping out of his reach, ducking away from him when I can. He finally slaps me hard. Three times. I stop moving and look up at him, realising how futile my attempts were. He sticks the tape over my mouth. I practice breathing through my nose, struggling at first, but it soon seems easy enough. He disappears from sight again. 

The next smack of the paddle doesn't seem so bad. The same can not be said for the next few however. Each one gets progressively harder. He focuses on one cheek, all over it, every time he seems to come into contact with a cane welt, making me squeal louder if possible. I reach twelve in my count and start to relax. But he doesn't stop, just moves to the other ass cheek. I try to wriggle out of his reach, but he grabs my bound hands, using them to pin me down in place. I try to keep count. When I reach twelve for the second time I'm relieved when he stops. I hear the paddle thud onto the bed, and his belt being undone. 

I'm completely gone. I vaguely wonder to myself if this is subspace before being distracted by the warmth in my ass. I feel his fingers first in me, three fingers I guess, sliding into me with such ease I should be embarrassed. I'm slick with sign of my arousal, sign of how turned on I get by him, by what he does to me. His fingers are quickly replaced by his cock, my cunt tightening around him as he thrusts in and out rapidly. Every thrust sending new pain through my spanked ass, in turn causing me to contract around him. 

His hand reaches around and grabs the end of tape across my mouth and rips it off. I scream again from the pain, but it only seems to encourage him. He fucks me hard, sending my body forwards with every thrust, the clamps on my nipples swinging back and forth. I can see him behind me in the mirror. He's looking at me with such a possessive stare, watching me as I take him fucking me hard. 

"Thank you for punishing me sir, I deserved it sir. Thank you for punishing me for my disobedience sir," I manage to say. He pulls out of my cunt and comes round to stand in front of me. I panic, thinking I've done something wrong, when he pulls on my hair and yanks my head back violently. My mouth opens in surprise and pain, giving him perfect opportunity to slide into my throat. 

I can taste myself on him, as I move my tongue against him. He's fucking my mouth as he did my pussy. Hard and merciless. I can barely breathe. He pulls out once, letting me take a deep breath before thrusting back in. I look up at him. I love to watch him cum. To hear him cum. I'm not disappointed. Within seconds he starts to cum, and I'm given the pleasure of watching him. He cums so forcefully, so loudly, primal and instinctual, it gives me such pleasure knowing I make him feel that way. 

I feel his cum sliding down my throat. I gulp it down, eager not to let any spill out, he can feel my throat tightening around his head as he spurts down my throat. Finally, spent, he pulls back. Sitting on the table behind him. 

I look up at him. I'm licking my lips, tasting a mixture of myself and his cum, "thank you for your cum sir." He's watching me intently and he growls in response to my words. 

He stands and disappears from my sight, coming back with the wand. He places it on the desk in front of me. 

His hands go to the clamps on my nipples, I moan in pain and need. I want them off, but I know they'll hurt more at first. He starts to remove each weight in turn. The release in that pressure doesn't help. In fact it seems to cause further pain. He grips the chain in his hand and pulls it up,shoving it between my teeth. 

He picks up the wand and moves behind me. He switches it on and presses it against my pussy. I immediately need to cum. 

"Please may I cum sir, please?"

I must sound very close as he takes the wand away as soon as I finish speaking. He lets me calm down, before repeating. Over and over, he brings me so close to cumming before pulling it away. I'm continually begging him to let me cum. Finally, after the fifth or sixth time he tells me to cum. 

I let go, feeing my entire body shaking and convulsing as I came, my pussy contracting so strongly, my clit was throbbing, my legs trembling with the intensity. As I started to cum, Sir pulled on my hair, pulling my head back sharply. I felt the clamps sliding off my nipples sending further shock waves through my body. 

I was begging him, "please, please sir, please." But I couldn't decipher whether I was begging for him to stop or begging for more. 

He took it to mean more. The clamps release their grip on my nipples and the pain was sharp, making me gasp, the chain and clamps dropping from my mouth. He took away the wand and started to work his hand into my pussy. He did it slowly, excruciatingly slowly. My pussy was swollen with the recent orgasm and his hand was stretching me. He got four fingers inside me and I needed to cum already. He told me not to, pulling back slightly. The feeling lessened and he started to stretch me again. This time he got his thumb inside me too and started to move in and out,fisting me as I lay bent over, my reddened ass in the air, the taste of cum still in my mouth, my nipples aching. 

I started begging again as he pulled out before pushing the widest part of his hand into me again, and again and again. Stretching my cunt over and over. He picked up the wand again and pressed it hard against me, telling me to hold off as long as I could. 

I was rocking back on his fist, against the wand and I could feel myself building rapidly to orgasm. So could Sir. 

"Please sir, please may I cum sir?" 

He started to fuck me hard with his fist, "yes, cum now sub. Cum for your Master." He felt me tightening hard around his fist, "that's it sub, cum for me. Your orgasms are mine. Cum now slut."

My entire body was trembling with my orgasm as I cried out in such pleasure, I couldn't see straight, my mind was blank, I was dizzy, all I could feel was the pleasure and the burning pain from my punishment. 

"Thank you, thank you sir, thank you," I was chanting quietly as my orgasm subsided. I lay over the chair back, weak from the energy used to cum. He slowly pulled his fist from me, very very slowly, coaching me, reminding me to breathe. Soon I felt empty. 

He pulled my up by the ropes around me and pushed me down to the ground. As my ass made contact with the carpet, I squealed and moaned. I quickly lay down, not caring my arms were still tied behind my back if it relieved some of the pressure from my ass. 

He turned the armchair around and sat down, looking down at me on my back in front of him. Looking down at me lying at his feet where I belonged. He looked pleased as he surveyed me. I was still completely blissed out, and he had made me that way. 

I looked up at him again, smiling, "thank you sir."



Control Ch. 05



Joe eventually pulled out of me and I fell forward on to the wood pallets, with cum all over my face, chest back and more dripping out of my ass. They both got dressed and made some comments about how I was such a cock sucking bitch who loved to get fucked in the ass. It was disgraceful but it was true.

They told me to get up that they needed to clean me up, and Joe led me by the rope around my neck over to a corner where some mops and buckets were and they made me stand in a basin in the floor with a drain it. Then he and Pete sprayed me with a hose as they laughed at me. When the were finally done Pete pointed the way back to the office and said to “tell Art to consider his debt clear”

As I walked back to the office dripping wet I thought to myself, that fucker Art used me to pay off his debt to that guy,... but they did fuck the hell out of me, and it did feel amazing, and I did cum like crazy, I guess that wasn’t too bad I thought, and for the first time today I was allowed relief and my cock was not hard.

I must have really been deep in thought, because I walked up the office and right in the door without even thinking, and found myself face to face with Jen, who was sitting at her desk when I walked in. I was still a little wet with a limp cock that had a soggy pink ribbon around it, and as I saw the look on her face my heart sank, I seemed to be moving from one incredibly humiliating experience to another. She looked at me and laughing she said.

And what have you been doing?

I just stood there too embarrassed to speak. She got up and walked around the desk and stood in front of me, she was so beautiful, but in this situation that only helped to make me feel more awkward and uncomfortable. She spoke again,

You never answered my question!...Maybe you still have cum in your mouth, is that it?

Oh shit!... She knew! I thought to myself, but I still didn’t say a word. And she continued on to say,

You look as though you’ve just been fucked!... Did you just let two guys fuck you?... You did, didn’t you?...And wasn’t your cock bulging in your pants last I saw you?... It sure doesn’t look that way now!...I’ll bet that means you came when they were fucking you!... You enjoyed it didn’t you?...

My face was beat red, as she was completely exposing me, I cast my eyes down and felt totally ashamed, and as I did, I noticed that my cock was starting to stir and even though she was humiliating me I was becoming excited.

ANSWER ME!... she said. 

and she slapped me right across the face. I was stunned and I said,

Yes I did!... I did enjoy it!.

Now that’s better!...she replied.

And she reached down and squeezed my nuts and dug her nails into my sack, I felt sharp pains shooting through me. Then she turned and started dragging me into another office by my balls. We entered what turned out to be Dave's office, It was fairly large and it had a big desk and a sofa, and pictures on the walls of horses, and a guy in a cowboy hat that I assumed that was Dave, she led me by the balls over to a horse saddle that was on the floor and she said, 

Now listen to me!,... Art and Dave have gone to lunch, and they have left me in charge until they return, so you’re going to do exactly as I say or there will be big trouble for you when they get back!...Do you understand?

I answered ,...Yes!

It was becoming increasingly easy to be submissive to any one who would take charge of me. My cock was now hard again, and it turned me on to be there naked with a hard on, and to be controlled by this beautiful girl, she let go of my balls and untied the ribbon and threw it to the side, then she pointed to the saddle on the floor and said, “ sit down”

I stepped back and knelt straddled the saddle, with one knee on the floor on either side of it. And as I started to sit back I realized that there was a short dildo mounted toward the rear of the saddle seat, and as I eased back on to it, it was pushed straight up my ass. Then Jen pulled my hands behind me and tied my them to the back of the saddle, causing my back to arch and forcing my stiff cock into the air. 

She then picked up a thin leather string and loop it around the top of my cock just under the flare of it’s head, pulled it forward so that it was stretched as far as she could get it and tied it to the saddle horn in the front.

Jen then stood back to admire her handy work, she walked back and fourth in front of me a couple of times giggling at me. She looked so beautiful, I watched her sexy legs as she walked in front of me, and her perfume smelled so sweet she was really turning me on. This sexy girl had rendered me completely helpless, and was now laughing at me as I sat on the saddle with my ass impaled on a dildo and my hard cock stretched and tied tight to the front.

Even though I was in this totally humiliating position I couldn’t help but focus on how beautiful Jen was as she paced slowly in front of me, and she asked,

So you like being fucked in the ass?...Huh? 

I said,... yes!

And she stared down at my cock as it throbbed when I answered her. 

She stopped in her tracks and said, “ Well I’m horny, and since we have some time before they get back I’m going to put that stiff cock to good use!.. Now lets make a deal I wont tell if you don’t!” 

I nodded in agreement. 

Then she began to take off her clothes, first her top, exposing her beautiful small breasts, and then unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. 

Giving me a great view of her perfect legs and her sweet little shaved pussy, she looked gorgeous, and she walked up to me straddling in front of my face and pressed her pussy to my lips. There was no need to tell me what to do, I could already smell her sweet musky scent and I slipped my tongue between her wet labia and licked at her clit. 

I had only been doing this for a maybe a minute when she pulled away stepped back and untied my cock letting it spring straight up. She was now facing toward me and she squatted down letting her pussy slide smoothly over my cock all the way to it’s base, and she let out a deep moan as she did. I could feel the muscles of her pussy contracting around my cock as she slowly started to roll her hips in a circular motion, the feeling was absolutely incredible and the situation was totally out of my control. She began to pick up the pace of her gyrations, rubbing her pussy up and down the length of my hard cock faster and faster, her nipples were sticking out like little fingers and she threw her head back and started to moan very loudly as she exploded into orgasm. This girl was riding my cock as hard as she could, pumping and grinding her hips and Cumming all over me, I could feel her juices dripping down over my balls, and each thrust of her hips forced me to rock back onto the peg in my ass. 

She was amazing to watch she was fucking herself on my throbbing cock as if I were a human dildo. She suddenly stopped and said in a breathy voice, 

You’re not going to cum are you?.. because that would be a problem!

No!... I answered,...I don’t think I have any cum left in me.

She smiled then continued her gyrations on my cock. I loved this it was fantastic I hadn’t realized how much I needed it, I had spent the whole day being used by men, having to suck their cocks and be fucked by them, and now having this beautiful woman fuck herself crazy on my cock was a welcome change, she was soft and warm and sexy and she smelled sweet from perfume, and I could have easily stayed there for the next month while she continued.

Just as we were both really getting into it she glanced at the clock on the desk and said,

OH! FUCK!... we’ve got to stop they’ll be back any minute!

She quickly lifted off of me and left my dripping wet cock standing in the air, then she bent down and licked it clean, it felt wonderful, when she was done she turned around and bent over in front of me and stuck her ass in my face and said, “your turn”. So I stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy and ass clean, and as I did, I was reminded how much I love the sweet taste of pussy, while I was doing that she retied my cock to the saddle horn, then stood up and got dressed.

Jen barley had time to straighten her skirt when the door opened and in walked Art with what turned out to be Dave right behind him. Dave was a relatively good looking guy, he was tall and well build and looked to be about in his late thirties.

Dave looked down at me, then at Art and said, 

So this is your little fuck slave.

As I was there on the ground seated on the saddle with the dildo in my ass, my arms tied behind me, and my cock tied in front of me still throbbing from fucking Jen, and I felt just as degraded as they had intended me to. Dave then looked at Jen and said, 

Looks like you tied him just as Art had asked,...Good girl!

Then he reached out and pinched her nipple through her blouse and she blushed, Art was watching this intently and he said to Dave,

Jen sure is one hot little bitch Dave!... what a tight little body on her! 

Dave responded,...Yeah,... she’s a great fuck too!

Jen’s eyes got big and she looked at Dave with a surprised expression. Then Dave looked at Jen and said,

Hey honey... I was telling Art over lunch how much fun I always have fucking you,... why don’t you take your clothes off and show him what I’ve been bragging about.

Her jaw seemed to drop a little and she let out a small breath, but she did exactly as she was told. We all watched as she took off her blouse and then undid her skirt letting it fall to the floor, she had seemed a bit nervous when Dave told her to fuck Art but as soon as her clothes came off and she was naked that all changed. 

It was as though some one had flipped a switch and she just turned on like a light bulb, her movements became slow and sexy, her breasts and her nipples seemed to stand straight out, and her eyes sparkled, it was as if she completely accepted that at the present moment her only purpose in life was to be a fuck toy to Art, and she had a glow about her that was so beautiful that I just wanted to fuck her again, but at that point I was in no position to do anything.

Art on the other hand certainly was, and he was almost drooling as Jen shed her clothes and walked over to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and slid them around his neck as she pulled herself closer and began to give him an open mouth kiss while she rubbed her tits against his chest. Jen then kneeled down in front of him undid his pants and pulled them down around his ankles, she cupped his balls with her hand and began to lick up and down the length of his shaft, while Dave watched from his desk and I from the saddle I was tied to.

Art then lifted her to her feet and pushed her onto the sofa, he bent down and spread her legs, threw them over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, as soon as he started to lick, Jen reacted by whimpering and moaning and her legs shook and trembled in the air. It was obvious that she was beginning what turned out to be a string of orgasm’s. This went on for about ten minutes and as time passed Jen’s whimpering and moaning turned into shrieks and squeals as her orgasms just kept coming as a result of Art’s relentless tongue lashing of her clit. 

Eventually Art lifted his face from her sloppy wet pussy and pulled himself up her body, he positioned his cock in between her swollen wet lips and drove it in and began steady rhythm fucking her. 

Jen’s legs were on either side of Art and they were pulled up tight to his body, her arms were around his neck as she dug her nails in his back and her chin was over his shoulder making her face visible to Dave and I who were sitting behind them, she whined and shrieked as he fucked her.

At this point Dave came over and knelt next to me and started to rub his hand over my stomach from my chest to my cock, and he said,

Isn’t she just perfect?.....she’s beautiful and sexy,... she’s soft and yielding, and she understands exactly what it means to be submissive and obedient. She always gives herself completely to the situation, no matter how hard it may be for her to do. Now that’s a beautiful display of pure sexuality, look at her, fucking him like a complete whore, and loving every minute of it, just because I told her to. God I find that so erotic! 

He was right she was perfect. But the situation that I was in was weird to say the least, I was watching this beautiful girl, who I wanted to fuck, being fucked by the guy who had been sexually dominating me, while another man who had been dominating her was massaging my chest and stomach, and telling me about how hot this girl that was being fucked is, and what’s even stranger is that as he continued to touch me I was becoming extremely excited, and I couldn’t tell what I wanted more,... to fuck her, or to be fucked by him.

Just then we heard Art yell out “I’m Cumming” as he pumped his hot cum into her. After he shot his load, he pulled out, and immediately came over to me and put his cock in my face and said “clean it off” I stuck out my tongue and started licking all over, it tasted like a combination of pussy and cum and that began to drive my sexual energy, as I was sucking and licking Art I was also rocking back on the dildo in the saddle giving me a fucking sensation in my ass. 

As this was going on Dave had bent Jen over his desk and was fucking her furiously, while she shrieked and screamed from the pounding and her continuous orgasm’s. When all at once he pulled out of her and said I want to finish in him, pointing at me.

Art untied my cock and my hands, pulled me off the saddle and made me get on my hands and knees in the middle of the floor, Dave got behind me and with his cock still wet from Jen’s pussy and he shoved it straight in my ass, as Art and Jen watched. 

Pain shot through my body from the force of Dave ramming his cock in me so hard, and I screamed and lurched forward but he just pulled me back and continued to fuck me hard and fast, after a few minutes of this the pain was replaced with a burning pleasure, and my cock was throbbing and my ass muscles were squeezing out of control. 

Art sat on the sofa with Jen on his lap and he was rubbing her pussy as they watched Dave fucking me. It was very humiliating and emasculating being treated like that in front of her, Dave was pounding me so hard that I couldn’t help but moan and grunt as he slammed into me, and it felt so good that I wasn’t able to hide how much I was enjoying it. And the two of them just sat there enjoying the spectacle of Dave fucking the living shit out of me as Art spread Jens legs wide open and rubbed her swollen pussy while her body jerked and twitched in his lap. 

Dave then told Jen to lie on the floor with her head under me right in front of my cock but under no circumstance to touch me, Jen crawled under me and her leg was brushing my arm and I could smell the sweetness of her freshly fucked pussy, so I reached out and put one hand on it and began to gently rub her clit. I wanted to lick her but I was afraid that it would anger Dave and Art, so I just continued to finger her little nub.

That was all Dave needed, when he saw me touch her, his cock swelled huge and he erupted into a massive orgasm shooting his cum deep in my ass. He was the second man today to shoot his whole load in my ass, and when I felt that my own orgasm came and I bucked my ass back against him as hard as I could.

The feeling was unbelievable, Dave fucking me in the ass while I rubbed Jen’s pussy, and with absolutely no stimulation at all to my cock or balls I shot a huge load of cum directly into Jen’s mouth. It was fantastic, Cumming just from being fucked in the ass.

Dave pulled his cock out and I collapsed on to Jen, after a couple of seconds Dave told Jen to get a wash cloth from the bath room and he made her clean his cock off, Art threw my clothes at me and told me to get dressed, as I did he said his goodbyes to Dave and Jen and shoved me out the door. I followed Art quietly through the warehouse and we got in to the truck and left I really don't remember any thing about the trip home I was so exhausted that I passed out soon after we got in the truck and I didn’t wake up until we arrived back at our own office.

It was now late in the day and there was no sign of Emily or Rita. Art told me that I could go home early, I thought for a second that I couldn’t because I had to wait for Emily but then I realized that she was to go to that meeting with Steve tonight, so I left on my own when I got home it was strange to not be there with Emily we always arrived home together and knowing what she would most likely be doing that night made it twice as hard to deal with. As I thought about her, out some where being fucked and me sitting home alone, I start to feel a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I flopped onto the sofa and I guess I just passed out, when I finally awoke it was dark out, I looked at the clock and it was10:30 pm and Emily was still not home and I had no way to reach her or find out where she was or if she was o.k. I thought to myself this is really starting to suck!



Control Ch. 06



Josh was not a bad kid. As his 19th birthday came and went he continued to experiment with his powers to control people. Josh’s intent was not to abuse people but at times he could just not pass up using his ability to satisfy his youthful libido. It felt too good to pass up the opportunities at hand. So far he had only directed others to perform sexual acts that stimulated his masturbation. Josh was still a virgin and had very little experience with the opposite sex other than having his mother suck him off once. His erotic experience with women began his acquisition of mind control powers. His experiences now involved his neighbors, the minister’s wife, the sales girls at the local jean shop, and even his mother. Up till now these experiences mostly involved manipulating others while he watched and masturbated. Josh did not know it yet but today would push him one step further along the road to corrupting power.

Josh awoke to a late August mornings, one of the last days of summer vacation. Even though Josh had turn 19 in July he still had one more year of high school. He was looking forward to the return of school particularly in light of his new abilities. It now took very little effort for him to command others to do his bidding and then to have them selectively forget what happened. He could also control various physiological processes and rationalized that he had provided numerous women the greatest orgasm of their life.

The first thing that popped into Josh’s mind as he arose from bed was his morning erection. He was now masturbating at least two times a day. As he went to the bathroom his mom shouted, “Are you up yet Josh? I have to go to work soon.”

Josh’s mom, Julie divorced long ago, did not know it but she had felt her son’s powers. Sex had been far from her mind a few weeks ago, but now she was a very sexually satisfied woman. She thought she did it all herself and had no idea of the help provided by her son.

Josh loved watching his mom play with her pussy. She had no idea that while she masturbated to her greatest orgasms in years her son stood with his cock in hand watching. This sight was quite enough to cause massive eruptions from his cock. One reason for Josh’s earlier lack of experience was his self consciousness about the size of his cock. It was not as large as some of the other guys but it worked quite well. Josh’s thinking had now moved from watching to doing. He justified his manipulations of others by the joy he was giving them. However, to actually have sex with them would amount to rape and Josh had difficulty with this idea. However, his hormones also had a powerful influence on his young consciousness.

“Josh would you hurry up and come down to breakfast,” Julie shouted. She had to leave soon for the lunch shift at the local diner in town.

“Ok, Mom be right down.”

Josh quickly finished in the bathroom and walked into the kitchen in his underwear.

“You have not even dressed yet,” Julie scolded.

“I will after breakfast,” he replied.

“You know school will begin soon. Then you will have to be up early everyday.”

“I know,” Josh said as he looked up from the table at his mom’s breasts.

Josh thought deeply, “Mom pull out your tits,” he projected.

Julie had the strangest sensation in her chest and felt the tightness of her bra as suffocating. As she stood in the kitchen she could no longer stand the tightness and quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her ample breast out of the confining bra. Julie sigh relief as she now stood with both breasts protruding out. As she regained her composure she looked down to see her son staring as her breasts.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Josh said in mocked amazement.

Julie was stunned. She could not seem to move her feet and could not stand the idea of covering her breasts with her tight bra. “I don’t know”, Julie stammered, “but you should not be looking at me that way.”

“You pulled out your tits. What do you expect me to do?” Josh answered still eyeing his Mom’s breasts. Josh let go of his mom’s mind as he watched her near panic.

Julie quickly came to herself. She turned her back to her son whom she knew had gotten a very good look at her breasts. She rearranged her bra, buttoned her blouse, and turn back to Josh feeling very embarrassed.

“I don’t know what came over me.”

“That’s ok, I don’t care,” Josh said with a smile.

“It’s not right that you see me like that. I am your mother. I think I must be having anxiety attacks or something,” Julie explained.

“Ok Mom, don’t worry about it. It is forgotten,” Josh said as he finished breakfast and got up to leave. “You’d better hurry or you’ll be late for work,” he added.

“Ok, I’m leaving right now, bye Josh, don’t get into any trouble today and clean up your room,” Julie instructed as she walked out the door. She gave her bra strapped a pull remembering the bra’s tightness that had vanished as quickly as it had arisen. Julie was troubled by her son’s apparent enjoyment of her exposing her breasts and could help but noticed the budge that formed in his briefs. Julie was also troubled by the excitement she felt deep within over the thought of her son seeing her breasts.

Josh cleaned up his room as instructed and went down to begin his day. Living in the country meant long hikes through the summer woods. He loved to walk through the trees with his dog Ralphee. They spent many long days wandering down trails through the rather large forest that surround his home.

Josh kept remembering his Mom’s boobs hanging over her bra as he and Ralphee wandered along a trail. His normal libido was even more charged than normal and he began thinking of a plan to discharge some of this energy. In the old days he would have just whipped out his cock and shot a load of cum on a tree or something. Now though he wanted more and he had the means to achieve it.

As Josh considered his options he came out into a field of hay almost ready to be cut and bailed. “The Harpers lived over on the other side of this field,” Josh told Ralphee. “You know, Ralphee Mrs. Harper is not bad looking. Why don’t we give her a little visit?”

The Harper’s mobile home was located just the other side of a large old wooden barn. It was between two large oak that provided shelter from the hot sun. Josh walked across the field and approached the trailer. At first he did not see anyone but then saw Mrs. Harper walk through the living room.

Mrs. Harper was in her early 30’s and use to teach at the local high school that Josh attended. He did not have any classes with her but had often watched this attractive blond. She quit teaching to have a baby but regained her youthful figure. She was now staying home for the year to be with her baby.

Josh walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. Mrs. Harper came to the door and looked at Josh. “What are you doing here, Josh? This is a long ways from your house.” This was a rural community and everyone knew everyone.

“I was wondering if I could get a glass of water. I’ve been out walking in the woods. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. Come on in Josh.” Mrs. Harper said.

“Sit down and tell me about your summer,” Mrs. Harper said as she put some ice in a glass.

“It has been okay but it will soon be over,” Josh said as Mrs. Harper handed him the glass.

Josh took a long drink as he sent a thought to her, “Mrs. Harper, you suddenly find me very attractive.”

Jane Harper was a normal woman. She and her husband John had a mostly good sex life but with the baby it had decreased. Jane did not have the drive she once had and was surprised at sudden excitement that this young man was creating in her. Jane felt her nipples perk up at the thought of this young man sitting in her living room. She wanted to dismiss the thought and push it out of her head but it kept returning. 

“Mrs. Harper why are you staring at me like that?” Josh said knowing the conflict he was creating in her.

“What do you mean Josh? I am just looking at you.”

“Okay,” Josh said as he thought “Mrs. Harper unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse.”

Jane kept trying to dismiss these unhealthy sexual thoughts about this boy only to have them reappear stronger. As she fought with these sexual impulses her hand moved automatically to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. This revealed the lacy outline of her bra and curves the upper portion of her breasts. Jane knew this was not a good thing to do to a young boy but it felt so good to show off.

“Mrs. Harper, are you sure you’re okay?” Josh said as he sent another thought, “Your pussy is being to become wet and you clit is becoming excited.”

Jane was about to reply to Josh when an electric shot race through her body as her pussy began to send its messages to her brain. She suddenly felt wet with desire and wanted Josh.

As Josh pondered this situation he became even more excited and his dick rose in his pants. “I can do anything I want to with Mrs. Harper,” he thought to himself. “I have the power.” Josh was beginning to feel very powerful and decided to test his powers.

“Mrs. Harper, I would like for you to do a slow strip for me. Take off everything but your bra and panties,” Josh said this aloud now assure of his mastery.

“What did you say Josh?” Mrs. Harper asked in amazement. This seem to bring her out of her sexual state of mind.

“You heard me the first time.”

“Josh you had better leave right now,” Mrs. Harper said as she began to undo her blouse and remove it. 

“I don’t think so,” Josh answered in a very confident voice as he watched Mrs. Harper undress.

“What is happening?” Mrs. Harper questioned as she removed her pants revealing herself to Josh.

“You are just following my instructions.”

“I don’t want to do this but I can’t stop,” Mrs. Harper almost shouted as she moved toward a possible hysterical state.

“You will do what I say and quit being such a pussy about it,” Josh commanded becoming slightly angry at her histrionics. “Sway your hips,” he added.

“No, I won’t do it,” Mrs. Harper said as she became a rhymic movement of her hips.

“What is your name, I’m tired of Mrs. Harper. What does you husband call you?”

“My name is Beth.”

“Okay, Beth when you and your husband first married and began to fuck all the time what did he called?” Josh continued.

“He used to call me Nasty Girl,” she could not believe she was telling Josh these things.

“Why did he call you that?”

“Cause I liked to do nasty things,” Beth shuddered as she answered all Josh’s questions.

“Like what?”

“I like to suck his dick. I like to have him tied me up and stick it up my butt. I like to do everything to make my pussy hot and wet.” Beth continued to be amazed by her own voice telling Josh these things.

Josh was also amazed at what he was hearing. Mrs. Harper, the school teacher, liked to be tied up by her husband and fucked up the ass. Josh could not believe but he liked it and was a long way from being finished with Nasty Girl.

“Okay takes off your bra and shows me your tits.”

“No please Josh. Stop all this and just leave me alone,” Beth said as she removed her bra.

“Nice tittles,” Josh said as he examined Beth 36 C breasts with perky dark nipples.

Beth could not believe what was happening. She also could not believe that down deep she was excited. This repulsed her but the repulsion seem to even further fuel the excitement deep within.

“Please Josh just stop this and go home.”

Josh was far beyond listening to any such suggestions. Josh was in charge.

“Take of your panties,” Josh said with a big smile.

“Please Josh,” Beth said as she now stood before Josh totally nude.

Josh looked over Beth. She had a large patch of dark hair around her pussy. Josh said, “Spread your legs so I can see your pussy better.”

She did as instructed and Josh could see the pink pussy lips that showed a bit of moisture.

“Turn around.”

Beth turned and Josh examined her shapely ass and long legs. 

“Bend over and spread move.”

Beth did as commanded and Josh had a full view of her pussy and ass and even her puckered asshole. Beth felt a surge of excitement as she bent into this most revealing and humiliating position. 

“Ok, turn back around and look at me,” Josh was in full control and enjoying ever minute of this. He was even enjoying Beth’s obvious distress over what was happening.

Beth was feeling totally humiliated standing nude before this young man. She had married her husband quite young and he had been the only man to see her naked. Even though there were times when she could be extremely wild in bed it was only with him. This was a totally alien experience. She could see from Josh’s intense expression that he was a long way from being finished with her. This was extremely distressing to her but what was more distressing were the deep feelings of intense excitement that continued to build inside her.

“Come over here Beth,” Josh commanded.

Beth now stood directly in front of where Josh sat on the couch.

“Unzip my pants.”

“No, please Josh stop,” Beth said as she unzipped his pants.

Josh did not have a large dick but it was at its peak size of 4 inches.

“Pull out my dick.”

Beth pulled out his dick and held it in her hand.

Josh had only had one other person, his mom hold his hard dick. It felt great.

“Rub my dick and make me feel good.”

“Please, Josh,” Beth said as she rubbed his dick.

Josh was beyond pleasure at this. He knew it would not be long before he explored and he wanted more than a hand-job from her.

“Ok, turn around and sit on my dick.”

“No, Please Josh,” Beth said as she turn and slowly sat on his dick. His dick entered the now wet pussy and Josh felt her tight hold grasped his swollen cock.

“Okay fuck me Beth and fuck me good!”

Beth gasped as his dick entered her pussy. She had not had much sex in the last few years and she felt terrible that his dick felt good in her cunt. She began to squirm up and down as she had been commanded. As her pussy massaged Josh’s cock she also felt her sexuality ignite.

Josh was in heaven. Her pussy grabbed his cock in ways he had never imagined. It felt fantastic.

“Oh, Beth I am going to cum, it feels so gooooooood,” Josh said as his cock squirted blob after blob into Beth’s pussy.

It was too soon for Beth to reach an organism but she could not believe how good it felt for his cock to be inside her. She wanted it to last longer but at the same time she was completely disgusted with herself. She was liking it.

Josh lay back with his cock still in Beth’s pussy. “That was fantastic”, he said as her pussy milked the last bits of Josh’s cum.

“Get off now and get on your knees before me,” Josh commanded now assured of his complete control.

Beth did as she was instructed and look up at Josh. “Please stop,” was all she could say.

“No I’m not going to stop and for that I want you to suck all the cum and pussy juice off my dick, right now.”

Beth obeyed and leaned forward to take Josh’s cock in her mouth. She could taste both his cum and her own pussy juices. She felt repulsed by this but these humiliations also fueled a deeper passion that was being to grow. 

Josh being a young man quickly grew hard again. His dick swelled in Beth’s mouth as she licked the head tasting some pre-cum as Josh became excited again.

“Ok that’s enough Beth. Get up and let me look at you.”

She complied and stood before Josh. She could feel Josh’s cum mixed with her own juices leaking out of her pussy and dripping to the carpet.

“Go clean yourself up and put on your sexiest underwear and come back in here,” Josh commanded to this woman he had only thought to be an innocent teacher.

As Beth quickly cleaned herself she could not begin to unwind the conflicted mixed emotions she was feeling. She knew with every fiber of her being that what was happening was wrong. She was having sex with a kid. She was cheating on her husband. She was really really excited by all of this and had to resist the temptation to have an orgasm right in the bathroom as she clean Josh’s cum out of her pussy.

Beth worked with his hair a bit and added a bit of makeup. She went to the very back of her closet where she hid a bra and panty combination she had not worn in a long time. It was black and did very little to hide anything. She added some high heel shoes and a garter belt and presented herself before Josh.

Josh could not believe the change. This young teacher now looked like a New York high class call-girl. 

“You look great Beth,” Josh exclaimed. “Dance for me.”

Beth began a slow movement with her hip swaying in rhythm to her own internal music. She turned to allow Josh to see her G-string panties and bent slight to give him the very best view. She continued to experience a great conflict in this but could do nothing but go with the sexual flow that was enveloping her.

Josh watched in increased excited. After a few minutes he could no longer stand the sexual tension. “Come here Beth. Sit on the couch and kiss me.” 

Josh had very little experience in kissing and as Beth’s tongue slipped into his mouth he knew he was in heaven. Josh caressed Beth’s back and his hand slid down to her butt. It was soft and tender. He then reached up and began to cup her breasts and could feel her tight nipples straining against the soft silk of the bra. His hand then moved downward and he felt the soft fibers of her pubic hair as his hand slid down to the crack of her wet pussy. His fingers easily slipped inside Beth.

“Ohhhhh” Beth moaned as she felt her inner most being violated by Josh’s fingers. Beth had never felt this excited in her life. She was quickly sinking beyond any moral considerations of the events that were transpiring. She only wanted the sensations to continue.

Josh moved Beth to the soft carpet. He lay on top of her and positioned his cock to again enter her pussy. Josh again felt the softness of her pussy accepting his manhood.

“Oh God!” Beth was now beyond hope.

Josh began to slowly pump himself in and out of Beth. Even though he was extremely excited he had much more control over himself this time and wanted things to last. 

Beth could feel his cock moving slowing in and out and as it rubbed against her clit wave after wave of pleasure was registered deep within her brain. Beth was totally emerged in the very basic animalistic primitive part of herself. Nothing else mattered. 

Josh’s tongue explored the details of Beth tongue and the roof of her mouth. He continued to pump her pussy and could feel his excitement continue to build. “Not yet,” he thought to himself.

Beth was going beyond this world. Her orgasm built and exploded into a white light of ecstasy. Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure flowed through her. This was the Nirvana of the animal kingdom, pure primitive delight.

Josh felt his cock swell and as he erupted into the deep recesses of Beth’s pussy nothing else matter. Squirt after squirt of his cum shot into Beth’s womb. Josh could not believe how good this felt. This day he was no longer a virgin.

Josh had also reached another boundary. He was in control and now knew nothing could really stop him. People were for his pleasure but he could and would also give them pleasure. He could also inflict pain if he so chose. Beth was proof of this. Of course, Josh in his immaturity had no real idea of the conflict Beth would experience as a result of this. As a result he had no intention of wiping the memories from her. He wanted her to remember him.

Josh’s eruptions ended and he slowly moved off Beth. The excitement was almost too much for Beth and she was near a blissful unconsciousness. 

“That was fantastic!” Josh said as he put back on his pants.

Beth just lay on the floor with cum still oozing from her pussy.




Control Ch. 06



“I want you to remember what happen. I want you to know how much you enjoyed this but I do not want you to tell anyone what happened,” Josh instructed. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” Beth replied.

“I will be seeing you again. I want to try out your asshole,” Josh said as he walked out the door.

It was not until the baby began to cry to Beth came back to herself. As she quickly got up and began to care for her baby’s needs that many thoughts flowed into her mind. How could she have done what she did, and how could she have enjoyed it so much? Over the next few days Beth would think a lot about many things. Some of these thoughts would create great conflicts for Beth but some would result in her hand seeking that little button that would propel her once again to her animalistic desires. 

Two people had changed this day. Josh was no longer a virgin and Beth was a much more complicated woman. 



Control Ch. 07



Josh could not believe the rush he had obtained after having his first real fuck. It was great and he was now hooked with the power he possessed coupled with the passion he felt. It was around 5:00 pm that he arrived home to find his mother, Julie preparing supper.

“Hi, Mom,” he said as he came into the kitchen.

“Hi, Josh,” she replied. She had just gotten off work from the diner and was still in her diner dress. 

“What did you do today?” she asked.

“Oh, Ralphee spent most of the day in the woods, just hanging out. Don’t have much more time to do that before school begins,” Josh complained.

“No, it won’t be long now,” Julie said as she put the potato casserole in the oven.

Josh’s hormones seemed to never be satisfied and after his earlier fucking he continued to be horny. He sat at the table watching his mother. Even in her diner uniform she looked good. When she bent over to put the potatoes in the oven he got a nice look at her legs up to her thighs. Josh thought to himself, “Why not have a look at Mom? I have the power. I can make people do whatever I want.” And Josh did have this power.

“Take off your dress,” Josh sent his Mom these thoughts. 

Julie suddenly felt rather hot and her dress was suffocating her. “I must be having another anxiety attack,” she thought to herself. Josh found he could hear her thoughts. “I have to get out of this dress but Josh is in the room,” she thought.

Josh interrupted her thoughts, “Take the dress off right now and stand right where you are.”

Julie complied. She quickly unbuttoned the buttons and let her arm slide out of the dress. She stood there with her bra and slip feeling the relief of being free from the dress’ confines. 

Josh just watched her. “What are you doing Mom?” he said in his best actor’s voice.

Julie now noticed her situation. She had just taken off her dress in front of her son. He had seen her without a dress many times but not suddenly like this in the kitchen.

“I think I’m having an anxiety attack,” she said as she looked down at her son.

“Pull off your slip and just stand there for me to see,” Josh sent this thought.

Julie felt another wave of anxiety flow over her and she quickly removed her slip. She was now standing in front of her son with nothing but her bra and panties.

“Are you ok Mom?” Josh asked.

“Yes, it is just the anxiety,” Julie wanted to go to her bedroom but for some reason could not move in that direct.

“Mom, you really look good,” Josh said.

Julie blushed and said, “Josh you shouldn’t really be seeing me like this.”

“I like the view,” Josh said and laughed. 

“Pull off your bra and let me see your tits,” Josh sent another thought command to his Mother.

Julie again felt a wave of anxiety. She had to remove her bra. It came off easily and she now stood before her son with her lovely breasts exposed to him.

“Mom, your titties are fantastic,” Josh exclaimed.

“Please Josh; you shouldn’t be looking at me like this. It is not right.” Julie was feeling strange feelings.

Josh sent another thought, “Mom, you are becoming sexually excited by this. You can feel your nipples harden.”

Julie was shocked by what she was feeling. Her nipples began to harden as she looked at her son staring at them. It was not right but it was beginning to feel very good.

“I don’t know what is happening,” Julie whispered.

“I don’t either Mom, but I loved looking at you. It is making my dick hard,” Josh said.

Julie could not believe what her son was saying but knew it was her fault. She looked down at her son’s short and could see a bulge. She had seen his penis many times but she had never seen it hard. She had always thought about how cute his little penis was and when he was young she played with it sometimes.  A few times she even kissed and suck on it. He always seemed to enjoy it.

Josh decided it was time his Mom had a bit of a show. He quickly raised himself up and slipped his short down his legs. He was sitting facing his mother with his 4 inches sticking straight up pointing at her.

Julie could not believe what she was seeing. Her son was sitting before her with his hard penis in his hand. He was masturbating while he looked at her exposed breasts. She could not believe how hot this was making her even though she knew it was very wrong. She was his mother.

“This is not right Josh. You should not be doing what you are doing,” she said in desperation.

“I love playing with my cock. It is making me really horny looking at your titties while you look at my cock,” Josh replied feeling very excited.

Josh decided it was time for another thought sending, “Mom, take off your panties. When you do your pussy will feel very hot and wet.”

Julie was appalled at what was happening when suddenly without warning she had the irresistible urge to pull off her panties. Before she could comprehend this feeling her panties were lying on the floor and she felt the warm flow of air against her now very wet pussy.

“Oh Mom that is fantastic. Your pussy looks good enough to eat,” Josh exclaimed. He was sitting close enough he could see the pink lips and the bud of her now swollen clit. 

Julie was gasping for air. Too much was going on. She was standing completely naked before her son who was masturbating. To make matter much worse Julie was more excited than she had been in a long time.  Her hand was moving toward her pussy and she could not, did not want to stop it. She felt her hand caress her stomach as if moved down her hips through her patch of dark pubic hair to her wet pussy. As he fingers made contact with her clit, she gave a long sigh that was full of electricity.

“Oh my God,” Josh heard her cry.

Josh was feeling quite good himself as he worked on his cock but decided this was not enough. His mother was close to a huge orgasm that he was not ready for her to have. He sent another quick thought, “Mom, you will remain extremely excited but you will not be able to have an orgasm until I give you permission.”

Julie was almost out of her mind with passionate desire but as much as her fingers massaged her clit she was not able to find the relief she wanted. She did not know what to do. She was going mad with desire but it was not being satisfied.

“Mom, I can fix that for you,” Julie heard her son say out of the fog her mind had created.

“What?” she managed to ask.

“I can make you cum. You have to let me make you cum or else you will not be satisfied,” Josh said as he felt a power surge that was almost as good as the sexual impulses.

Julie was having problems comprehending what her son was saying. Her focus was totally on her much swollen clit. It had never been so large and she had never had the amount of pussy juice flowing. She felt it running down her leg. But she still could not get the relief she must have.

“Please Josh, do what ever you can,” Julie said half crazy with desire.

“Come over here Mom,” Josh instructed.

When Julie moved she collapsed to her knees and crawled over to her son. She looked up to see the pink head of his cock right before her face. Julie suddenly wanted to suck this more than anything in the world. She licked the large droplets of pre-cum off her son’s pee-hole and then took his entire cock into her mouth. It felt wonderful and tasted delicious.

This was too much for Josh. He was watching his mother on her knees sucking his cock. He felt his balls twitch and his cock swell. The force building within him was blinding and as he exploded Julie felt a large blob of cum hit her in the back of the throat. She eagerly sucked his cock like she was starving for his cum. It was wonderful.

Josh felt wave after wave of pure joy flow over his body as his cock erupted into his mother’s mouth. As he enjoyed the bliss he let go of the mind restraint he had put on his mother’s pleasure centers. When he did so she reacted immediately.

“Oh my God,” Josh heard his mother scream.  Her sexual tension had built to a point she was afraid she was going to loose her mind in the pleasure she was experiencing. She had never felt anything to compare with this pure animalistic passion. She erupted numerous times and slow slumped to the floor exhausted.

Josh watched his mother squirmed on the floor with multiple orgasms. As he did his young cock begin to gain new life. Soon his mother gyrations had brought his cock to full attention again. His mother was now lying on the floor but he had a good view of her pussy from behind. He lowered himself to the floor to obtain a better view as he pumped his cock. Just as he got down on his knees his mother made the mistake of rising up on her knees. This gave Josh a straight shot to her pussy from behind. He took the bait.

Josh rose up on his knees and before his Mom knew what was happening, Josh’s hard cock had penetrated her sloppy cunt. 

“No Josh, this is not right,” Julie muttered as she felt Josh’s cock enter her. She was too exhausted to do much and could not believe that his cock felt so damn good.

Josh began to hump into his Mom’s pussy like a dog.

“Oh Man your pussy feels so damn good. I should have done this a long time ago,” Josh screamed as he rammed his dick into her pussy.

“No Josh don’t do this,” his mother whimpered but then her whimpering changed. “Oh God, Josh fuck me, it feels so good, fuck me hard. Fuck me with your little cock, Fuck mommy hard.”

This was too much for Josh. To hear his Mom asking him to fuck her made him erupt with another large load deep inside his Mom’s womb. 

“Ahhhhh, I’m Cumming you fucking whore mother,” Josh screamed as he shot another load into his Mom.

They both collapsed on the floor as Josh’s cock finally lost it power and rapidly fell to its normal flaccid size.

After Josh recovered some he arose.  Everything was too much for his mother. She was passed out on the floor. Josh cleaned her up licking up both his cum and her pussy juice from her cunt. He wiped her legs and managed to pick her up. He took her to her room and put her to bed. Josh had no idea this would be the last time he ever saw his mother.

Josh felt both elated and terrible. He had used his mother, the one person who totally cared for him. He felt he had done a bad thing and felt his mother would be very upset with him. Josh put back on his shorts and walked out into the backyard. He noticed the wind had picked up and there was a large thunderstorm coming their way. He did not care as he walked out toward the barn.

He sat in the barn alone. Ralphee, his trusted came to greet him but he pushed him away. He wanted to be alone. Josh heard the rain begin and felt the wind picking up but again he did not care. 

Suddenly, there was a loud crash and that was the last thing Josh remembered for a several hours. When he awoke again there were numerous boards lying on top of him along with bails of hay. He managed to untangle himself and sat up. As he massaged the large bump on his head he looked around. Every thing he had known for the past few years was gone. The old house, the barn, and most of the trees were simply gone.

It was not until the next day that Josh learned the extent of the damage. Thirty-three people had been killed including his mother. Just about everyone including Ralphee was gone. Josh was now alone and felt the world owed him a huge debt for taking every thing. Josh was staying at a local shelter and the plan was for him to go live with his Aunt in the next town. Josh had other ideas. He left early the next morning. He used his powers to borrow a vehicle and did not look back as he left the small town.

The world now owed him and he planned to collect.



Control Ch. 08



The day was clear as Josh began his great adventure. He had lost everything, his mother, his home, and even his dog. However, he was not helpless. In fact Josh was a very powerful, more powerful than anyone knew. Josh had the ability to totally and completely control other people simply using his own will. He could make them do almost anything. This ability was gained about his experiment with some esoteric religious practices but now Josh did not care how he obtain these powers he just knew that he had them. He was also a dangerous person because he felt the world had cheated him. Josh did not realize that everything has a price including power. Josh had now paid a high price for his power even though he had yet to understand what had happened.

After the great storm that killed his mother and destroyed their home Josh had lived a short time in a shelter. The plan was for him to move to his Aunt’s. Josh was 19 but had one more year of high school. Josh decided he did not want to live with his Aunt and on this calm summer day he departed.

Josh easily flagged down a passing truck for a ride. No one could resist his asking for something. The old truck driven by a farmer Josh knew took him the hour to the interstate. Here, Josh sat back and used his mind to scan the road. He was trying to decide which car he wanted to stop for a ride when he caught sight of a bus. His mind told him the bus was full of young college kids traveling to a football game. As the bus approached he could see the name, “Trinity Baptist College” written on the side of the bus. Josh simply sent out a signal that it was a very good idea for the bus driver to offer him a ride. 

The bus pulled off the Interstate onto the side road where Josh sat. The door opened.

“Hey, you look like you could use a ride,” the driver said.

“Yeah, I sure could,” Josh answered and got up walking toward the bus.

Josh stepped on the bus and looked over the occupants. There were 10 guys and 15 girls. They all looked to range in age from 18 or 19 to maybe 21. They were all dressed in similar outfits and it looked to be a very conservative group.

“Hi, we are glad to have you,” one of the girls said. Josh noted his command had worked very well. Josh was becoming even more powerful the more he practiced his craft.

“I’m glad to be here and I think this will be a most interesting trip,” Josh said already working on his next bit of entertainment.

“We are on our way to play a really important game,” one of the guys said. Josh noted his rather sweet conservative smile. Josh never trusted those kinds of smiles.

Josh sat in the front of bus and relaxed a minute. He thought about what he wanted to do with this group of ultra conservative and decided.

“Everyone on the bus will remove all their clothes except for the bus driver,” Josh sent this thought.

Suddenly there was activity all over the bus. People were taking off their clothes and as they became conscious of what was happening there was utter confusion. But they had to follow Josh’s instructions.

“Please do it a little more quietly,” Josh commanded since some were becoming a bit hysterical.

“After you are totally naked then sit quietly. You may look around at everyone else but be quiet. You will remain totally aware of yourself but you will notice that even though you don’t want to like this, you will find yourself very sexually excited. However, you will only be able to sit quietly and lust after your companions.”

Josh looked around. Everyone was now naked. The girls all sat quietly with their young breast exposed. Josh noticed that all the girl’s nipples looked very perky. He also noticed that all the guys he could see had large erections and their dicks poked straight up. He watched as the guys were mostly looking at their friend’s breasts but the girls had noticed the guy’s erect dicks. Everyone had a very strange confused look on their face.

“Ok you two come here,” Josh said to the guy and girl on the seat next to him.

They approached where Josh was sitting. It was a rather comical sight. The guy’s cock was sticking straight out and the girl’s uncut pubic hair was dark brown while her hair was a glowing blond.

“So how you guys doing?” Josh asked.

“I don’t know,” the guy answered.

“Why is your cock so hard?”

“I don’t know,” the guy said and both he and the girl looked down at his cock.

“Would you like to hold his cock?” Josh asked the girl.

“I don’t know,” she answered still looking down at the 7 inches of hard dick.

“Why don’t you know?” Josh continued questioning.

“It is not right unless you are married,” she answered.

“What is not right?”

“To touch a man that way.”

“What way?” Josh persisted in his questioning.

“It is not right to touch his penis,” she answered still staring downward.

“Don’t you mean to say cock?” Josh said and pushed the thought into her head.

“Yes, I meant to say it is not right to touch a man’s cock,” the girl said correcting herself.

“But you really want to touch his hard dick, don’t you?” Josh said and again pushed his thoughts into her.

The girls face became even more flushed and she said, “Yes I want to feel his hard dick more than anything right now.”

Josh heard various gasps throughout the bus. Others could not believe that they heard their friend say such a thing. The guy also looked rather startled.

“Then reach down a take hold of his cock and feel its heat go through your own body,” Josh ordered.

The girl reached down and encircled his cock with her hand. “Oh, it is so warm and hard!” she exclaimed. Again there were soft gasps down the aisles.

“How do you like her holding your dick?” Josh asked the guy.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Yes you know asshole; you love it, don’t you?” 

“Yes, I love for Mary to hold my cock in her hand,” the guy finally admitted with the help of Josh’s push.

Josh pushed another message to a girl sitting just behind them and to the side. The girl received the message and she knelt on the floor. Her hand reached up and stroked Mary’s dark pubic hair.

Mary jumped a little at the touch but Josh sent another push and Mary opened her legs slightly to allow the girls finger access to her pussy lips. She continues to hold and knead her friend’s cock.

“I think you all like this a lot. Walk up and down the aisles and let everyone see how much fun you are having,” Josh ordered.

Mary turned and pulled her friend forward by her firm grip on his cock. The girl stood up but kept her fingers between Mary’s legs. They proceeded down the aisle and stopped at every seat to let the astonished occupant have a good look at what they were doing. Josh sat back and sent a weak push to the bus to increased everyone libido a bit to raise the overall sexual tension that was flowing through the bus.

When each row of occupant had good chance to view the sexual escapes Mary and her two friends returned to Josh. Mary now had a rather intense look upon her face and it was apparent from the girls wet fingers that Mary’s pussy was now quite wet.

When they were again standing in front of him Josh sent another push. Mary reacted and bent over leaving her ass in the air for the rest of the bus to have a very good view of her ass and her pussy. She took her friends cock into her mouth and began to suck it. Her other friend went down on her knees and began to lick and suck Mary’s pussy and asshole.

“Oh!” the guy was moaning. He could no longer control himself and his cock erupted in Mary’s mouth. She drank most of his cum but some splashed on her face.

“Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as an orgasm swept through her. Mary’s juices were flowing all down the other girls face as she continued to lick and drink up what she could of the pussy juice.

As both their orgasms began to subside they both looked at Josh with confused stares but with smiles of satisfaction. These were no long the plastic smiles they had learned from the teachers but natural smiles of animals that had just known great pleasure.

“Ok Mary come here and the rest of you find a partner. It does not matter whether a mail or female. I want you all to make each other cum until I tell you to stop,” Josh ordered the bus.

Josh pulled out his cock and said, “Mary you did such a good job on your friend’s cock I want you to suck me off too.”

Mary bent down and began suck Josh’s cock. Josh leaned back and listened to the moaning and groaning from the orgy behind him. The Church people were having a great time but there would probably be hell to pay.

“Mmmmmm,” Josh was moaning as he fucked Mary’s lips and knew the feeling of power. The feeling of power was very intoxicating and Josh was beginning to be addicted to it.

“Ohhhhh,” Josh moaned one last time and let go a load down Mary’s throat. Josh lay back and as Mary continued to suckle lightly on his now flaccid cock, Josh took a nap. Behind the orgy continued.

Josh slept a while and when he awakened it was quiet on the bus. Mary had her head lying on his leg but still had his cock in her mouth. 

“Ok Mary that’s enough,” Josh said and allowed Mary to return to her seat. Mary looked spent.

Josh look around at the carnage. “Looks like the party was a good one,” Josh said to no one in particular. There were naked bodies all over the bus and all kinds of positions. It looked like a drunken orgy and just ended.

“Everyone up!” Josh commanded. “Put back on your clothes, but don’t put on any underwear. Then sit up straight.”

There was again mass confusion but after a period of time everyone was dressed. However, they all looked like they had been through a war.  

“Where are we?” Josh asked the driver. Josh had earlier commanded him to have no awareness of anything other than his driver.

“We are entering Dallas,” he said. 

“Ok good, this is where I get off. Pull of the interstate as soon as you can,” Josh instructed the driver.

“All the guys on the bus stand up!”

All the guys stood up.

Josh did another push and noticed budges in all the guys’ pants.

“You girls start rubbing the cock you are closest to. Let’s see how long it takes you to make him cum in his pants.”

Each girl turned to the closest guy and began rubbing his hard cock through his trousers. Several guys had two girls rubbing them. It did not take long.

“Ohhh!”

“Mmmm!”

“Umppp!”

There were sounds all around the bus as the guys came in their pants.

“Let’s see what we have,” Josh said as he surveyed the group. All the guys had big cum stains in their pants. “You girls did great!”

By this time the bus had left the Interstate and pulled into a small parking lot.

“This is where I get off. For the rest of the ride I want you to sit quietly. Then when you reach the stadium I want you girls to tuck the back of your skirts up so that your entire asses are showing. Then I want the entire group to run out into the field and do a great cheer for the fans. Do you understand?” Josh commanded.

“Yes we understand,” they all agreed.

Josh stepped off the bus looking back at the group of zombie looking Baptist. “They will never forget this bus ride and this football game,” Josh thought as he got off the bus. 



Control Ch. 1



"Shit!" She slammed the door and stalked into the house. He heard her stomp into the living room and heard the rustle of her coat as she tore it off and flung it onto the chair. 

He walked out of the kitchen and smiled at her, spatula in hand. "Hi, love. Apparently it was another rough day?" 

"I hate dealing with these people! Another lost re-fi and I've had it with loser idiots who walk in with no credit refs. How the hell am I ever supposed to make a living?" 

He turned and smiled. "Time to do it," he thought to himself. After checking the dinner he had prepared in hopes for a pleasant evening, he turned the stove and oven down and grabbed up the scarves lying on the kitchen counter. The handcuffs were in his back pocket, just in case. 

"Love of mine, I have a little problem. Can you help me out?" he asked. "I need for you to face the window and put your hands at your sides for a second." He walked up behind her and put his hands on her broad shoulders, rubbing the hard muscles. She instantly relaxed as he pushed his thumbs against the sides of her spine and rubbed all the way up her neck to the top, under her hair. Then he drew his hands back down. She kicked off her heels and was suddenly slightly shorter than him. Her hands were at her sides. 

Gently, he reached down and held a wrist. With the other hand, he slipped a looped end of one of the soft silk scarves around it and tightened it. "What are you doing, Bill?" She was surprised at the feel of the silk and even more surprised when he slipped the other looped end around her other wrist. 

"Research," he said. "Story I'm writing. We're going to do a little plotting for a short time." 

Surprised, but intrigued, she allowed him to lead her to the bathroom. "Go pee, my love. We're going to do something a little different tonight," he said quietly. His voice surprised her. She turned and looked at him and saw the soft smile on his face. "Don't, under any circumstances, try to get out of that scarf, though. You know how expensive it is." 

She was curious now. "But how do I…." 

"You'll find a way. Just no cheating." He watched her walk in and stood for a moment as she closed the door behind her. 

"This is ridiculous," she thought. "What the hell is he up to?" She finally loosened her skirt and managed to sit, hiking her arms up behind her. The loops around her wrists were tight, but did not hurt. She heard him walk back to the kitchen as she finished and stood, flushing the toilet. She called out to him. "Bill! I can't get my skirt back on! What do I do now?" 

"Just come on out as you are, hon. You won't need it tonight." He stayed in the kitchen, picking out plates as she finally opened the door and walked out. "Go ahead and sit at the table. I'll bring the food out. Use the piano bench. You'll be more comfortable there." 

"How do I eat this way? And I'm hungry!" 

"I'll help you, Laura. Not to worry," he said as he brought out the plates. Smiling at her, he walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 

"Care for some food?" he asked. 

She was famished and nodded, curious and slowly being drawn into his little scenario. He sat next to her on the bench and cut up their steaks. He poured some wine and lifted a glass to her lips. She drank a bit, feeling the coolness in her mouth and then feeling it warm as she swallowed it. He followed with a bite of steak and then ate some of his own. 

"We're going to play a little game tonight, Laura. I've been working on it all day and we'll just see where it leads. Tonight, I do all the work for you. And I called the office for you. If it lasts longer, you're taking a day off tomorrow." 

"What?" she asked. "I can't take a day…" 

"Hush," he interrupted her holding a finger to her lips. "It's time for us to do a little something about our relationship." 

She struggled a bit, now concerned. "Bill, are you nuts? What are you doing? And take this scarf off!" 

"Stop that, sweet. You'll just make the knots tighter and I don't want to hurt you. Just relax." He put another bite to her lips and held the glass up for her. "Tonight, you are going to learn just how beautiful you are. It's also time for you to learn a few things. Important ones." 

She moved uncomfortably now. Even though they had spent many evenings naked together, she was suddenly embarrassed to be sitting so close to him without a skirt. "What's going on? You're acting really weird, you know." 

"Actually, I've been thinking," he replied. "Our relationship. It's good, you know. But you have no real idea how good it could be. For days now, I've been trying hard to find out what we're missing and suddenly something clicked." He chewed slowly, thoughtfully. "Every day, I ache for you. I want you. I hate the fact that we're not always able to share each other. Then I realized that it's time that one of us needs to be in charge of this." 

"What do you mean, 'in charge'?" she asked, surprised at the look on his face. "I thought that we were together to share everything." She faced him now, even more uncomfortable. 

"Every day, I love you," he replied, smiling. "But I'm having a tough time showing it. Tonight, I'm going to share the whole picture with you. This evening, you're going to learn that when you walk into this house, our relationship is all that matters. And I think that you'll have to learn to call me Sir. From now on, I'm in charge in this home." 

Shocked, she choked on the bite she was chewing. He patted her back, smiling at her. Again, he lifted the wine glass to her lips. "Eat, love. Then we'll get started." 

They finished the meal in silence. He cleared the table as she thought about his words. Something in her rebelled, not wanting to allow this to continue, but at the same time, she wondered at his sudden change and was curious. She was even maybe a little bit excited. Her nipples were hard at the thoughts and she thought about the times that she had seen this happen and heard of these things happening. She'd even participated on the net but had never known the reality of it. What did it all mean? Perhaps, if she played along, she might find out. 

After the table was cleared, he talked. "I care for you. You are a part of me. We have always loved each other and our lives and duties are shared completely. But at least one of us has to be the expert in our romance. One of us has to be in charge. I'm taking that responsibility. Your job is to allow me to do that. Safe Sane and Consentual, love. Been doing some research. I won't make you a slave, but I will have you respect me. Your job is to remember that. And the best sign of respect is to show it by calling me 'Sir'. Especially when we're together. This is a shared, private thing." 

"Bill," she said, rolling her eyes. "This is ridiculous. I love you. Just untie me, let me put my arms around you and show you how much I love you. Then we'll relax on the sofa, watch some TV and talk." 

"I've talked enough. Now it's time for you to understand," he said gently. "Stand up. We're going to the bedroom." 

She thought about objecting some more, but could think of nothing to say. And as she watched him turn and walk down the hallway, there wasn't much else that she could do except follow. Her arms had begun to hurt and she hoped that he would untie her soon. 

Bill stood at the bedroom door, another scarf in his hands. "The first thing that you have to do is trust me completely. I'm going to blindfold you now and then help you out of your clothes." He walked behind her and draped the scarf around her, tying it gently, but shutting out all light. "Can you see, Laura?" he asked. Mute, she shook her head. Feelings welled up and she wanted to cry. She was frightened, not knowing what was happening, but she wanted for him to continue. She was surprised at this thought. And a bit excited.

She allowed him to loosen the scarf around her wrists, standing quietly. He moved around in front of her, whispering now that he loved her deeply and that he needed for her to understand. He gently unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off. Then he unbuttoned her bra and slipped it over her shoulders. She felt him pull her panties down, stepping out of them as they hit the floor. Each touch of his hands brought a tingle, enhanced by her blindness. She was frightened still, but the wine and her growing excitement paralyzed her.

Now he led her to the bed, picked up an arm and she felt him tie another scarf around it. He kissed her open palm as he finished and she felt him go to the other side of the bed. The other wrist was also tied, and another kiss followed. The touch of his lips to her palm caused her to twitch. She wanted desperately to grab him now, and roll onto him. Suddenly, she realized her situation, and she struggled against the bonds. 

"Stop that, now. You have to trust me. When you're ready, I'll be back. Just relax." She felt him lean away from the bed and leave the room. Thoughts rushed through her. She panicked and cried out for him. Silence followed. She knew that he was in the house, but all shouts brought nothing but quiet. Finally, she gave up and lay on the bed, blind, but thoughtful. What was going on? Why was she being held like this? Was he becoming some sort of maniac? 

Then, quite suddenly, she remembered the life that they shared. She knew him. Tears welled up and soaked the scarf as she thought of the love and gentleness and how she had begun to take him for granted. He was always there. He was the one. She knew that he adored her. Love would always be in their lives. She needed his help in realizing that and it began to fill her. Desire for him became almost unbearable. She began to sob now. This was what she had needed. It was all clear now. She wanted for him to take her completely. She began to trust. 

She felt him walk into the room. The blindfold lifted. He was there, washing away the tears with a warm washcloth. "Are you ready to trust me now, Laura?" he asked quietly. 

She sobbed again, her chest heaving. "Yes" she said. 

"Yes, what, my love?" He was so gentle and kind to her. 

She paused, thinking. "Yes… Sir" she replied. Another heave, and her breathing began to slow. He smiled down at her. 

"Good answer," he said. "Now you get a reward." 

Gently, he leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips touching her first, followed by his tongue, touching her now open mouth. She took his tongue into her mouth and felt warmth spread through her. His hands were at her sides as he leaned over her. 

He slid his mouth over her cheek and down her neck. She felt his touch and began to tingle. He drew his tongue down her neck and she thrilled at the touch of his hands on her skin as he slowly moved down her body. He moved first to one breast and then to the other. Each little touch of his tongue brought another, slightly greater shock. His breath was cool against her skin and she began to grow wet at the anticipation. They had made love many times before, but this seemed like the first one. 

He took a nipple into her mouth and ran his teeth across it slowly, touching the very tip with his tongue as he did. Then, he moved to the other one, doing the same. Her body rose to his, and his hands slipped under her back. 

Slowly, he moved down her body, licking and touching, tickling her slightly at each place he touched. She moved up to meet him at each light touch as the warmth inside her grew. Finally, he reached the very top of her pussy and his mouth slid over it. She felt his tongue brush against her now hard clit and then push inside her. She was so sensitive by now that she felt a climax building. Once more, he pushed his hard tongue into her and she came, her hips rising to him, meeting his mouth and pulling his tongue deep into her. She gasped, her stomach tightening and she shook uncontrollably. His strong arms held her up to him and he stopped moving, feeling her climax. 

Wave after wave rushed over her. She was lost in the feeling and emotion of it all. Eventually, it subsided, leaving her exhausted. She lay for a few minutes as he watched her now. She smiled finally and looked at him. "Bill, I want you inside me." 

"Wrong way to ask, sweetheart. And anyway, tonight is for you. One reward. That's all you get," he replied. He arose slowly as she stared at him, confused for a moment. Then it dawned on her. 

"Please, Sir, I'd like for you to be inside me," she said. 

"I'm sorry, my love. Not tonight. You have a lot to learn still." He arose, walking around to the side of the bed. He reached the scarves and untied them from her wrists. "Would you like to take the day off tomorrow?" 

"Yes, Sir," she said, almost without thinking. 

"Good," he replied, smiling. "We'll see if we can learn some more about each other and maybe discover some more good things." He grinned at her, turned and walked out of the room as she stared at him. She smiled, lying quietly on the bed. She began to truly be his. 



Control Ch. 2



For Ritz. Crackers in bed are okay.

She woke. Stretching, she looked out the window to a beautiful, bright day. For a moment, she panicked, thinking that she was late for work until she remembered the previous night. Oh, what a feeling! She'd never cum so hard! Bill was so attentive and so absolutely wonderful and the fear that she had felt was exhilarating!

She heard Him in the living room (He was suddenly a capital letter in her mind) and rose slowly, heading for the bathroom. she yawned and stretched again, feeling every nerve and muscle. This was certainly the best she'd felt in a very long time. She wondered if the play of the evening before would continue. What would her role become? Was she to be a slave or would Bill lose interest? She certainly hoped not. The attention she'd received was amazing. She almost felt guilty about the climaxes she'd reached without being able to return the favor, but then remembered. He'd told her that she was the one to receive the focus. This was by His choosing. Her time to please Him would come.

Finishing in the bathroom, she discovered clothing laid out for her. Bill stood in the doorway. "My love, we'll shop today. We'll pick and choose things together. Then we'll come home and play with our new toys." He grinned at her. Obviously, this game would continue, at least for the day. She relished the thought.

"Where are we going, Bill?" Laurie began putting on her clothes. "Um, did you forget the underwear?" she asked as she walked to the dresser. 

"No underwear, love. We'll pick some things out for you when we get there."

"Bill! I can't have that! No underwear?" She was mortified at the thought. Nude around the house was one thing. But in public? Never!

"Laurie, I said, no underwear. Perhaps you didn't learn very much last night? This will be a rule. You will wear what I choose." The sound in his voice made her pause, mid-retort. "And you will call me Sir when we are in the store. It's very important."

She held her tongue, wondering what type of place this was. "Yes, Sir," she said quietly, putting on the knee-length skirt, heels and blouse that He'd picked for her. She looked at herself in the mirror, gave her dark hair a shake and smiled. Bill knew how to pick clothes that showed her off. She looked great!

They left the apartment and walked toward the elevator. Bill held her arm and they stepped in. Just as the door closed, a neighbor slipped through. He stared at the two of them and smiled, then turned away. As he did, Bill's hand dropped slowly down her back to her waist. She felt His fingers spread wide, cupping the cheeks of her ass and rubbing her as He did. She turned, looked at Him wide-eyed and tried to move away. He held her firmly, smiling and continuing to rub. Dampness formed. She actually was beginning to enjoy his touch as the elevator reached the bottom floor. The neighbor turned as they exited, raising an eyebrow and then grinning at them. Laurie blushed, embarrassed at the look.

"Bill," she whispered angrily. "Stop this! What are you doing?"

"I do believe that m'lady is a bit shier than we thought." He chuckled, obviously enjoying His play. "Remember this, my love. You are mine. You love my attentions. I enjoy giving them."

She caught herself. He was right. She thrilled quietly at the thought as they walked to their car. This was going to be fun. She was rapidly forgetting herself, her work. She held his hand as they walked, squeezing it every so often, wondering where they were going. 

The drive was short and they arrived quickly at a toy store that Laurie passed often on her way to work. Normally, she avoided even looking at it, finding the thought too embarrassing. Toys? What the hell were vibrators sold for, even if they were advertised as "massagers"? She'd found that the occasional time when she wanted something like that, her hand was more than sufficient. Well, not sufficient, more like a poor substitute. The touch of a man. That was what she needed. Even that had become less interesting of late, but she felt a certain thrill at the turn that her sex life had taken after last evening. Now that was exciting. A little fear was good. A little bit of excitement seemed to be what her life needed now. And Bill seemed to be more than willing to give it today. 

They entered the store. A salesman smiled at them and moved toward them. "Right on time, Sir." He looked at Laurie. "She's a lovely lady. Is she ready?"

Bill looked at Laurie, appraising her. "I'd say that she is ready for something. Perhaps we'll find out how much."

Laurie looked at the two. What had just happened? What had Bill been doing lately? He seemed to know just what he was going to be doing here, and she began to wonder if this was the right thing to do.

They walked further into the store, past the different toys and she saw that the salesman was leading them into a back room. It turned out to be a very private room, quiet, dimly lit and filled with a display of different items, including an array of vibrators, some small floggers, a couple of different crops and several different paddles. Other items were there as well. Leather goods, undergarments, some incredibly sexy and some just plain frightening. Laurie looked harder at the display. Her eyes widened at them as she wondered what they might be for. What was going on? She was concerned, bothered more than a little curious about the different items laid out.

"Bill, what have you been doing lately? I don't know if I want to be here."

"Ah, the lady is concerned," said the salesman. "Not to worry. We're here at your Husband's request, with a few items that He requested from our shop."

Bill wandered around the room, picking up a crop and slapping it down, then picking up a vibrator, flicking it on, then turning it off. He smiled and turned to Laurie. "We'll just browse for a bit, won't we love?" 

The salesman nodded. "When you're ready, please just call me." 

He turned to leave, shutting the door behind him. Laurie glared at Bill. "What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed. "This isn't a place I want to be!" Bill smiled at her. "Your training starts now, love. One thing that you won't be doing is sassing me. But first, let's look around. Go ahead. Pick a few things out."

Laurie wandered around the room. She was mortified at what Bill was asking her to do, but a little bit excited, too. She picked up the crop that he'd been handling. Felt it. Soft. Long. Very flexible. She wondered how it would feel on her and…. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING! This was not what she wanted! And yet…. How would it feel? Shyly, she turned to Bill, Who was watching intently. She looked at him curiously, hypnotized for a moment. He held out His hand. She gave Him the crop. Instantly, she regretted it. But could not take it back. Would not.

She sighed and turned away quickly. She could not stop looking. She wandered through the room. A large vibrator sat on a table. She was damp, thinking of the room, the toys, their purposes. This was amazing. Slowly, her mind opened. She began to caress the vibrator as she thought. She'd never tried one. What would happen? Flicking it on, she felt it's long, soft shaft buzz in her hand. She moved it back and forth, feeling the end as it vibrated, enjoying the sound it made. Bill moved behind her and put His hands on her shoulders. She started at his touch, shaking her head. Gently, he took the vibrator from her hand, urging her on.

Finally after several more minutes, she stopped. He nodded, watched her move away from the tables and displays, and went to the door. Opening it, he waved the salesman back in. "I think we're finished. Now we'll need some instruction."

"Excellent, Sir. I'll be very happy to help you with that. Where would you like to begin?"

Bill thought a moment. "Well, I'm a novice. So is Laurie, although she's done very well so far. But today, she was still not quite reacting the way she should. What would you recommend?"

The salesman looked over their purchases. "The crop is an excellent choice, Sir. It can be used to punish and generally is an excellent aid in gaining cooperation, although the hand is also a very useful item in that area. Would you like a little instruction?"

"Absolutely. Perhaps you could give us a demonstration? Laurie will be happy to allow you to show us on her."

Laurie started at this. "What? This is ridiculous! I…." "Shush, love. I need to learn and you need to be taught as well. Now what did we discuss before?"

She thought a moment. Bowing her head, she stammered, "Yes, Sir."

The salesman led her to a low bench. "Down on your knees, ma'am. Slip your hands into these cuffs. They won't hurt, but it's for your own protection."

Slowly, she walked to the bench. This was foolish, she thought, but there was no way out of it. Kneeling, she allowed the salesman to slip her hands into the soft cuffs and tighten them. She was nervous, but thought, if she'd cooperate, this little bit would be over. She hardly thought of the crop. Nothing more than a toy, she figured. And how could it possibly hurt through the skirt?

The salesman had her bend over the bench. "Now, sir, the crop can hurt a lot, so it's important to find the right places that will give just enough pain for the lesson, but not so much that you harm your lady." Pointing at her rear, he showed him. "The middle areas are best and won't hurt quite as much. Down below, just at the base of her ass is a very sensitive area that can give quite a bit of pain, but can also be incredibly erotic. You might try that, too."

"Lift her skirt and show me," commanded Bill. "But Bill!" cried Laurie. "What?" He asked. "You haven't learned yet?" "Ma'am," the salesman's voice was quiet. "You really must call him Sir in the store. It denotes respect and you have already agreed that he is your Master, have you not?" "But I didn't agree to this! I'm His, not some slut off the streets!" She was embarrassed at the thought and struggled with the cuffs. They tightened almost painfully around her wrists. She began to panic even as the cuffs tightened completely. "Oh, god, what did I do?" A tear dripped down. 

Suddenly, Bill was there in front of her, holding her face in his hands. "Don't struggle, love. It will make it harder. You must be punished. I don't really know how. Stop moving. I love you." Softly, he caressed her face, held her chin and kissed her. Moving away from her as she slowly stopped struggling, he looked up at the salesman. "Show me now."

"First, Sir, you must make certain that she knows why she is being punished. It's important that she know or the lesson will be lost. She has given you the right to punish as you see fit, within limits, of course. The next step is to assure her, as you're doing, that you love her. Then, the crop is used."

Standing at her side, the salesman lifted her skirt over her back. He looked at her exposed rear, smiling slightly. "A very nice ass, ma'am."

Laurie was humiliated. To be laid across a bench, then to be exposed to a stranger! This could not be happening! She became angry at the thought. Suddenly, Whap! She jerked. Pain shot through her. She felt a hot line across her ass now. Whap! Again the crop laid down a thin line and tears began to drip down her cheeks. Thwap! She shook now, crying and whimpering at each stroke. 

"You see, Sir, the crop is an excellent tool. If used correctly, it becomes a wonderful method for punishment. And feel the welts. See how bright red they are against her lovely skin. They form just right. They'll fade quickly, though. Would you care to try?"

Laurie was absolutely humiliated. Her bare ass was in the air and her tears were dripping onto the floor as she thought about this strange bastard beating her. She could feel the welts as they rose, crimson against her white skin. Unwillingly, she also felt a strange warmth emanating from her. She tried to hold the anger, but it was being replaced by something else.

Bill took his position behind her. "Sir, before you proceed, you must try this on yourself. We require the Dom to use any instruments on Himself before attempting to use them on His sub."

Bill looked at Laurie as she turned, tears streaming down her face. He felt the crop, warm from her skin, so very soft and flexible. Tentatively, he slapped his side. "Harder, Sir. You must use it as you would on her." 

Pulling up his pants leg He slapped his calf. Once more, harder this time, he swung the crop down. It whistled through the air and met his calves, stinging hard. He winced and watched as a red welt arose on his skin, the straight line slicing across both calves. He looked at the salesman in understanding and turned to the kneeling woman.

"I love you, Laurie," He said softly. Thwap! Again, the pain and then the warm feeling. Her pussy began to dampen. She could feel it begin to drip even as the tears flowed down her cheeks. Whap! The sensations were incredible. "Oh, god. Stop this," she said almost to herself. "Does it hurt, my love?" Bill asked. "I'll stop if it hurts you too much." She was silent. She willed herself into anger again, but couldn't help the feelings that were beginning to harden her nipples and make her even wetter. She could not stop! She raised herself this time, expecting another slap from the crop. It came. She was soaked after this one, juices dripping down her legs. The tears continued and her humiliation was complete.

"My love, what have you learned?" asked Bill. "I will call you Sir," she answered quietly, head down. "May we continue this at home, Sir?" "No, love. Not quite yet." He turned to the salesman. "Show me the other spot where this can be used." "Certainly, Sir." He brushed her skin and she jumped, shocked. Could he see how excited she was? "Right here where the crease of her thighs meets her rear. This is an excellent spot."

Bill raised the crop. Laurie heard it whistle down. Smack! Her eyes widened as it hit her skin. Her thighs clenched and she was now absolutely dripping. She felt an orgasm building. A moan escaped her now. 

"Apparently, the lady is appreciates the lesson, Sir." The salesman smiled, trying to maintain his own composure. 

"Why don't you let me practice with this for a few minutes?" Bill nodded toward the door and the salesman quickly excused himself. Just before leaving, he indicated a bowl of ice cubes. "We often recommend the use of ice to cool the hurt."

Bill turned to His bride. Instead of using the ice, he bent and gently kissed the marks on her. He ran His tongue across each one and then blew on it, cooling her. She stopped crying now and felt the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing.

"Enjoying this, my love? I certainly am." "Um, yes, Sir," Laurie replied. She couldn't believe how wet she was, how totally willing she had become. Her eyes glazed. All she could think of was….. "What would you like, my princess?" Once more, the crop smacked her thighs. This time, the moan was loud and Laurie's breath became ragged. "I'd lllike for Yyyyou to fuck me, Sir," she stammered. "Please. Now."

Bill unbuckled His pants. "Here? Now? In the store of all places?"

"I don't care where, Sir. Please. Now." She was so wet. Her nipples ached and she could do nothing about it. Her legs squeezed together, then parted. Bill dropped between her and His rigid cock slid inside her. Her thighs burned as He slipped inside. Deeper into her he went. She accepted Him, pressed back into Him. 

"Yes!," she cried. "Farther!" Her eyes closed. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the heat, the stripes across her. "Deeper! " she commanded, backing into Him. Bill was consumed by the passion. He rammed hard into her, feeling her begin to contract. Her muscles contracted, holding him tightly, her thighs squeezing against Him. 

She milked Him, contracting around His swollen cock, holding Him in place. He lost complete control now, cumming hard. Gobs of semen erupted into her. She continued to tighten around Him, her hips grinding against His thighs. 

Slowly, her muscles relaxed. Bill, still hard, began to slide out. Laurie's eyes opened wide. "Oh, GOD!," she cried. Again, she came. The excitement was too much! Over and over, she pulled at Him, grinding at Him, pulling Him into her. 

Finally, Bill slid limply from her. He sat back on his stinging calves, sighing. "You, My Love, are incredible." 

Laurie lay over the bench, her breathing slowing. Finally, she was beginning to understand. This was the missing piece of her life. "Thank you, Sir." She smiled. Now she was ready for her training to begin. she would welcome it. her Master would help her. she would be free. 

Bill loosened her cuffs. T/they stood slowly, and Bill picked up His pants. "I think W/we've done enough training for today, love. Care to make O/our purchases and go home?"

"Yes, Sir, if You'd like." Laurie smoothed her skirt, now. Energy was returning. She looked forward to more of this. 

As T/they left the room, the salesman looked at T/them, smiling. "I hope that we see you again soon," he said, looking at Laurie. "We have many other items that may interest Y/you."

The couple looked at each other, smiled and nodded. Bill paid. Obviously, the day had not ended.