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Denial

By: HotMaddie



"You let your desires override your judgement. You must learn control."

Her Master's voice was an indictment. Her coffee and croissant lay untouched on the breakfast table between them. She wanted to scream, "Why? Why should I control my desires? Don't you enjoy my body? Don't you want to fuck my brains out? Take me now! Use me! Fill me!"

She didn't of course. If he wanted her to learn control, she would do as he commanded. She silently waited for her instructions, eyes down, hands folded in her lap.

"You have learned to come on command, now you will learn that all your pleasure comes from me and at my command. Stand up. Close your eyes." 

He quickly stripped her of her robe.

"On your knees. Hands behind your back. Forehead to the floor." His voice was cold, brisk in his instructions. She complied instantly. He moved off, leaving her to wait in her vulnerability. His return was marked by his naked foot in the middle of her back, pressing her into the carpet. Leather cuffs were strapped onto her wrists and ankles accompanied by the comforting sounds of her chains. 

"Now you will serve me, and serve me well, but you will not climax. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Good. Now keep your eyes closed." His hands in her hair were not gentle as he lifted her head. He was sitting on an ottoman directly in front of her, his cock a hard shaft forced into her mouth. His cock was long and made her gag, but she quickly recovered herself, sucking his cock and teasing it with her tongue. She knew he wanted her to take all of him deep into her throat, but she had been unable to get it past the gag reflex. She desperately wanted to please him, so she opened her throat even more, submitting to his invasion. The heat from her belly rose in waves and her ass contracted. Perhaps if she squeezed her vagina hard enough she could get some relief. Perhaps she could come quietly and he would never know. The waves of pleasure were rising to their inevitable climax. 

"Don't even think of coming." 

His voice cut through her rebellious thoughts and she forced the orgasm to dissipate. He pulled her off his shaft and tossed her face down over the ottoman. The chain connecting her ankles was long enough to allow him to spread her legs exposing her inner core. She panted, belly clenched, fear creeping into her mind. Fear of what he might do, fear of what she might do. Hands caressed her ass and her thighs, a slow finger traced around her clit drawing her wetness up to her ass. A slight pressure on her ass and she relaxed quickly to allow the butt plug its inevitable entry. She had learned that if she relaxed it wouldn't hurt as much. Nevertheless, it was big and the intrusion threatened to send her over the top again. She cried out lifting her head and squirming against the hand that held her so firmly. 

"Control, girl, control."

A few ragged breaths brought her the control that was required. Her body was on fire but she lay still letting the energy flow settle down. 

"Very good. You're learning."

The tip of his cock slowly crept up the inside of her thigh resting on the lips of her inner temple. 

"Do you want this, slave?"

She held very still not daring to move a muscle. "Oh yes please, Master, please."

His laugh was low and menacing. More invasion, as his cock slid into her, slowly, slowly until the whole length was buried in her wet, hot depths; his balls rubbing gently on her clit. A few hard thrusts and again her orgasm rose. 

"Not yet. Control it." His breathing was hard and fast as he thrust mercilessly into her then quickly withdrawing to shower her back with his juice. 

She shuddered and squeezed her muscles aching for release, feeling the butt plug slip from its place. A warm cloth wiped away the marks of her torment and the chains and cuffs were removed. She sobbed in despair, more exposed now without her chains, quivering with pent up energies, an orgasm just within reach but denied. Strong hands lifted her head as she slipped from the ottoman back to her knees and sat back on her heels. 

"You have made a good start this morning, but you are not done yet. I am going to work now and you...well, you are going to masturbate every two hours for at least ten minutes each time, without taking an orgasm. Then you will e-mail me and let me know how you are doing. Do you understand?"

She felt a stab of panic. Ten minutes! How in the world was she to masturbate for ten minutes and avoid orgasm! This was incredible torture. But as he ordered it, she would do her best.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. I will comply."

He laughed, "Of course you will comply. I look forward to your reports." He held her face close, sharing her breath. The lightest of kisses brushed her lips, and then he got up and went to get ready for work, leaving her naked and unsatisfied on the floor.

When he got to work there were the usual stack of e-mails and messages to be dealt with, papers to be edited. He fetched himself a coffee and sat down to his usual routine. At a quarter past ten the first report arrived.

>As ordered. 

>10:00

>

>I locked the door to the bedroom and assembled my toys. I clipped my nipples. 

> As you had mentioned before, it does have the effect of focusing my attention, 

>especially if the clips are positioned near the tip. I tied your ribbon around my neck.

>I smeared my dildo with lubricant, had my trusty blue friend handy and 

>lay down on the bed. I pushed the dildo all the way in. I turned the vibrator 

>up all the way. I held the image of you sitting in a chair watching me.

>You were smiling at me. I felt the passion rise; I almost didn't make it.

> 

>I checked the clock only five minutes! I took a breath and started again. 

>Finally I made it. Ten minutes of masturbation, no orgasm. 

>I stumbled to my feet and gingerly removed my toys. 

> 

>I trust that this report meets with your approval.

Well, she might actually make it. He sent a quick response:

>Accepted.

>Thank you.

He had a conference call at 10:30 and then a lunch meeting. When he got back to the office the next report had arrived.

>12:00

>I'm not getting any work done. 

> 

>I didn't think I would make 10 seconds let alone 10 minutes. 

>But I also don't give up easily. 

> 

>I'm going to need more batteries.

He didn't bother to respond to this one. His afternoon was getting busy. His assistant needed time off to deal with a sick parent and one of his clients called with major changes to his file. It was almost time to go home when he checked his e-mail one last time. There were two more reports.

>2:00

>This is almost getting easier now. 

>I'm beginning to enjoy the high space where the passion floats.

>My nipples hurt from all the clipping and my clit is swollen.

>I'm so wet. I am aching for release. But I am still in compliance.

>4:00

>I feel like shit. My body is a buzzing mess of energy.

>I can't concentrate. I can hardly walk. 

>I have been spilling stuff in the kitchen.

>I have no clue what we are going to do for dinner.

>Please bring home fresh batteries. 'C' size. If I have

>to continue this much longer, I'll need a half dozen.

He smiled; this was having the desired effect. She should be ready for him by the time he got home. He sent his instructions.

>You are doing very well, girl.

>Your 6:00 assignment is for 20 minutes.

>Do not trouble yourself with dinner, I will provide.

>Make sure that there is a bottle of chardonnay in the fridge,

>and there are plates warming in the oven.

>I expect to find you as I left you when I get home.

He tidied up his desk and left the office. He stopped off to pick up some Thai food on the way home and laughed to himself as he purchased the required batteries. He pulled into the driveway at 6:30. The mail had not been collected, and he could tell the outdoor plants needed watering. She must have been distracted today; these details were usually well taken care of. He gathered up the food, locked the car and went inside.

----

It was hard for her to think straight. She had just managed the six o'clock assignment. Twenty minutes! Her clit was throbbing, her nipples sore and red. In order to comply, she had simply thrust her vibrator deep inside her and let it do its work. It was quite clear what he required of her and she was in no mind to disobey him, but she physically could not hold the vibrator against her clit for so long. It was losing its strength, but still had enough to get her through her assignment. She was aching, twitching. She felt like hitting something, someone. She sat at the computer absently playing solitaire, watching for his car in the driveway. A jolt of electricity arched through her as he drove up. She quickly abandoned her game and got herself into position on the living room floor. As he had left her; kneeling, naked. When she heard him enter the room, she gracefully lowered her head to the floor. The last thing she felt was graceful or calm, but her training was good enough at this point to allow her at least the semblance of control. 

He ignored her and went into the kitchen. She could hear the oven open and then the fridge. She heard him pour the wine. Her heightened state magnifying every sound. After what seemed an eternity he returned to the living room. She had not moved. Waiting was the easy part. At least waiting didn't hurt. She craved his attention, but feared what torment he would come up with next. He sat down in front of her. She knew exactly where he was even though he stepped silently on the plush carpet and she kept her face to the floor. 

He sipped his wine. She began to tremble in earnest now. The whole day of arousal with culmination denied was catching up to her. She needed release, but knew that it was not time yet to even beg for it. She tried to still her body, unsuccessfully. His laugh hit her like a blow, her anger erupting like a fountain. How dare he laugh! After all she had been through today! After all she had done for him! 

"How could you, you bastard!" she cried as she leapt to her feet and lunged for him. She was fast but managed to stop herself just before she reached him. Fists clenching and unclenching she calmed herself with a breath and lowered herself to the floor again. 

"So, are you angry, my love?" His voice was like velvet. There was no point in lying. There had never been any point in lying to him.

"Yes. I am angry. I am frustrated. I am ready to take someone apart."

"Me?" She was actually quite capable of this. She was his captive tiger. Years of martial arts training had kept her strong and healthy... and deadly. It added a certain spice to their games knowing that she could easily kill him. It was a testament to the strength of his control that he could push her as he did and she had not injured him, yet. Still, he was careful to chain her well before their sessions.

She took a long shuddering breath. "No, Sir. This girl submits to Master's wisdom. Master wanted this girl to learn control and she has complied. But it's so hard. Please Master, please let this girl come!" She slipped easily into the protocol of begging, even though he did not require it of her all the time. 

"Your anger is understandable but loss of control is unacceptable. As I said this morning, you need to learn control." He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up. She scrabbled to her feet and stumbled as he guided her to the dining room. He pushed her face down on the table.

"Stay there." He commanded. She knew what was coming. She knew she would be whipped. Truth be told she needed it. The pain would burn away her anger and with it, her frustration, but she didn't want to be whipped, she wanted to be fucked! He returned in a moment with the chains and the cuffs. With the ease of years of practice, she was quickly chained to the dining room table. Legs spread open and feet fixed to the legs of the table, she lay across the surface with her hands attached to chains that disappeared over the far edge. Open, vulnerable and silently crying. The whip landed swiftly and hard. She bucked against her chains as she cried out. Blows fell one after the other, each one forcing her further into her submissive state. There was nowhere else to go. She floated, dissociated. Finally, she was aware of his hands cradling her and kisses soothing her face as she was unchained from the table. Her ass and thighs burned from the whip, but her anger and frustration were gone. 

He helped her to their bed and fucked her hard and passionately. She accepted him as always; losing herself in the waves of sensation. As he entered her, he filled her with his power and his forgiveness. As her climax rose, it started to dissipate as a days worth of training had instilled in her. She thrashed under him in frustration. But his hands on her body were more powerful than any toy. He held her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "You have my permission. Now." He thrust into her, spreading her, possessing her, claiming her. Her climax exploded. Hours of sexual tension released in a glorious display of colour and energy. She clung to him desperately as she rode the storm of orgasm, finally understanding properly that all her pleasure did come from him and that he controlled and possessed her completely. 

Dinner was still warm in the oven when they emerged, calm and content that all was right with the world. 

Copyright 2003; Dolores Moth. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Denial



The cold wind was whipping through my hair as we flew down the back-country dirt road. I was in the back of the truck, leaning against the cab, sitting next to a boy I had just met that day at the mall. Shouting over the noise of the wind and the road, I asked Sean where we were going. 

"The Boilers," he yells over the din. Secluded and green, the Boilers is a natural hot spring in the desert on the outskirts of my little home town. An oasis where teens went skinny dipping on cool spring and fall evenings after dark. It was long after dark on this cold March night. Nearly midnight, I was supposed to be having a sleep-over with my girlfriend Bethany (who was sitting in the front of the truck next to her boyfriend Donny). We had left her place early to go hang out with friends, but never quite made it back when our curfew came and went. 

I was barely eighteen years old with long, golden brown hair, an athletic, trim figure, and large, perky bosoms that seemed to be getting more and more attention from classmates and teachers every day. Sean was blond haired, blue eyed, and looked amazing in his mid-nineties style baggie jeans and hoodie. 

The truck skidded to a dusty stop, and the four of us jumped out of the truck. The boys grabbed a couple of sleeping bags, and the water bottle full of whisky we had all been sipping on for the last half hour of our venture out there. I was getting a bit tipsy as we sat down on the sandy beach next to the water. We all sat, huddled in the bags and blankets, with Bethany and me in the middle and Sean and Donny on either side. 

Pretty quickly Bethany and Donny were making out, leaving me and Sean to get to know one another. It didn't take long for Sean to begin stroking my legs, and squeezing and caressing my breasts through my shirt. The whisky had made me fuzzy, and it all felt so good: the cool night air, his warm breath against my lips and neck, and the stroking and pinching of his fingers on my soft nipples. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into my ear as he pushed me down onto the sleeping bag. I gasped in surprise and delight at the declaration as well as at the sudden weight upon me. I tentatively nibbled at his ear, lightly licked down his neck onto his shoulder and collar bone. I could feel his muscles under my hands as a grasped his arms, back, and down his sides. I was in new territory. I had kissed a boy before, but never like this. Never felt the pressure of a man's body holding me in place; never felt someone's hands wandering from my nipples to the v between my legs. I could feel heat rising, pulsing, down there. 

I groaned aloud. I could hear and feel Bethany and Donny next to us on the blankets. They were beginning a rhythm that seemed natural, but was somewhat unfamiliar. I could hear Bethany gasp, and moan quietly, Donny grunting softly and breathing loudly. Were they doing what I thought they were doing? Right next to us?! The sounds, movements, and vibrations were so...intoxicating...arousing. 

I whispered to Sean, "I'm not going to have sex with you." 

"Okay," he said as he pulled me into an uncomfortable seated position, with him still straddling my hips. He pulled my shirt and bra over my head and then fed me another pull off the bottle of whisky before pushing me back down. My head swam. The concoction was lethal: the burn of the whiskey, the sounds, motions, and smells of sex happening right next to me; the sensations of hands, mouth, and tongue everywhere at once; and the impression of being a trapped animal. I was helpless. Before I realized what was happening, Sean's hands were fumbling at the button on my jeans, and my pants were off. Flung out of reach, and out of mind. Then, too quickly, he was back on top of me, and he was in me. 

"Aaghhh, uh!" I gasped loudly, my eyes bulging so wide I could almost see straight. It wasn't gentle or slow, but the overwhelming sensations kept it from being too painful. I unconsciously clutched at his shoulders, dug my fingers into the hard muscles of his back. He plunged awkwardly into me a couple more times before I began to react. I wrapped my legs around his hips and finally met his thrusts, the pleasure beginning to surpass the pain. 

He bent forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, nibbling ever so lightly. I heard myself moan, and then he began to move more rapidly. I kept up, feeling the pressure begin to turn to ecstasy, then pain again as I felt him swell inside of me. I whimpered as he thrust one last time and then stilled. As his penis began to melt inside of me, he pulled out, and collapsed next to me on the blanket. I was in shock. I could feel the warmth of his semen slowly spilling out of my previously virgin pussy. My hand instinctively reached down to explore the new sensation. 

That's when I remembered we weren't alone. Bethany and Donny were laying there next to us. Bethany's hand was moving up and down underneath their blanket, her eyes fixed on my face. One small, adorable breast was peeking out from the covers, bouncing with her rhythm. One of Donny's hands was propping up his head as he lay on his side watching us. The other was hidden, but the distracted look on Bethany's face gave away the probable location. 

Before I had a chance to react, Sean had placed the whisky bottle in my hand again, and helped me draw it to my lips. By this time the liquid was very welcome. I gratefully took a large swig, wetting my palate. After a couple more rounds we finished off the bottle. Someone suggested that we get into the water. I don't remember who, it might have been me. The four of us threw aside the blankets, warm from whisky and activity, and excitedly ventured into the hot spring. Naked and giggling, we swam for a few minutes.

As I watched, Bethany swam toward Donny and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, letting him support her in the water. Very quickly they progressed back into that familiar rhythm. I swam over to Sean, he scooped me up and placed me in a similar position. He was hard again. His body was warm and I hiked my hips up, feeling his young, rock hard, cock pressing against my sex. I pushed down onto him. He moaned softly in my ear, as I began to match Bethany's movements. 

I leaned in close and whispered to him, "I was a virgin." His head flew back, meeting my eyes with a shocked look on his face. 

"I...I didn't know..." he stammered, "or I wouldn't have..."

"Yes, you would," I told him. He sat silently with the information for a moment, me still impaled on his member. Until I began to move again...



Denial



I would like to credit Love2ReadInOR as my editor.

*

Raul sneered at me as he closed the padlock over my cuffs with a sickening click. "You stay right here, baby," he leered, "And as soon as I'm back I'll take care of you too." As if I had a choice; he had kidnapped me and was leaving me bound and naked. Each ankle tied to the opposite knee, forcing my thighs open, and my wrists were cuffed over my head. A ball gag filled my mouth and all I could do was moan incoherently and squirm helplessly. 

Raul, of course, was completely fictional, but my bonds were real. I had been planning this little escapade for about two weeks, ever since I found out my roommate was flying home during the MLK holiday. I would have four days to myself. My plan really took off when I found out that the 4 other girls in our house were also leaving for various things. With the house to myself, I could afford to go a little wild and treat myself in a way that I only had previously been able to do when my parents went on trips. 

Each little event was a production, and I had gotten quite good at it. The routine was similar and written along with other fantasies in my nasty diary, which I always kept hidden behind two locks. First, there was a long planning and anticipation stage, where I would dream about what was going to happen and toy with myself, being careful not to let myself cum. Then there was the agony of waiting out the morning until everyone had left. Then a long, luxurious bath and makeup session, as I wanted to look my best even though no one would ever see it. Of course, I played with myself the whole time, teasing myself to the brink of an orgasm. Finally I would get into bed with my nasty diary and write some more of a filthy fantasy and then tie myself up. The coup de grace was the key, my only way out, frozen in the middle of little bucket ice, with a string attached to it and the other end tied to my headboard. All I could do was squirm, helpless in my bonds and completely aroused, and wait for the ice to melt. I knew it would take about 14 hours; any longer might require a bathroom break. 14 hours of suspense. As soon as I got out, I would masturbate to the most unbelievably powerful orgasms.

I was a junior, on scholarship as a midfielder on our college's women's soccer team, and a pretty good one. I had heard the rumors: Nationals were just going to be a formality, I was already the starter for the US team. I was between boyfriends, but really hadn't had much luck in that department. I was pretty, not gorgeous, with a medium chest. Shoulder length black hair, hazel eyes, and I stood about 5'6". Obviously, I was in terrific shape. No one, and I do mean no one, knew of my perverted little fantasies. 

I squirmed anew against my bonds, naked under a silk sheet, the fabric brushing my erect nipples and teasing me even more. This was going to be great. I had just settled into another fantasy as I heard someone come into the house. My blood froze for a moment as the footsteps came closer, but they continued past my door. It sounded like she went into Karen's room. I thought Karen had said she was heading east to that concert with her boyfriend? Had I known she—or anyone—would be here today, I would have never gone through with my production, but it was a little late for second thoughts now. I figured that she wouldn't come into the room anyway, so I relaxed and fantasized some more. It was night, about 6 hours into my event, when there was a light knock on the door.

"Suz, you in there?" 

My eyes widened in panic. Why was she calling out to my roommate? She repeated the question and then came in, casually swatting on the light. She was wearing a white tee and a short blue skirt. I screamed at her, but through the gag it didn't make sense. She freaked out. 

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," she panicked, looking wildly around the room. "Is he still here?" She must have thought someone had broken in and raped me. She ran to me and fumbled with the lock on my cuffs, my incoherent screaming probably not helping matters. She was practically bawling as she finally thought to take my gag out. 

"Oh my God, I can't get you out," she sobbed. "I'll call 911." She fumbled with the phone, shaking so badly she dropped it.

"Karen, stop!" I finally got out. She looked at me, holding the phone. "It's...um...okay." She stared at me blankly. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as I admitted it. "I did this to myself."

"What?"

"I...um...did this to myself. It's okay."

She looked at me gape jawed. Her eyes slowly swept over me, from the cuffs that held my hand to the headboard to my sheet-covered body and back to my eyes.

"But why?"

It was too humiliating to tell her, so I just asked her to take the frozen bucket to the tub and thaw it to get the key out to release me. She looked over to the bucket and followed the string with her eyes back to the headboard, with a completely mystified look on her face. She slowly put the phone back and then leaned forward and lifted my sheet up and looked down over my naked body.

"Karen, oh my God," I protested. 

"Quiet." She said as she looked back at the bucket.

"Karen, just thaw the bucket out."

"I said be quiet," she said firmly and peeked under my sheet again.

"Karen, c'mon," I started. 

She looked at me coldly and put the gag back in my mouth. I was so surprised I didn't even fight it. I screamed at her through my gag as she sat gently beside me on the bed, her eyes slowly following the string from the key back to my cuffs.

"Be quiet, I need to think," she said absently.

I screamed through my gag. This was not funny. She looked at me sternly. With a quick motion, she pulled my sheet down, grabbed a nipple between her thumb and the knuckle of her forefinger, and pinched. Hard. My eyes flew open and I screamed in pain. My nipples had always been very sensitive; this was definitely not funny. 

"I said, shut up," she said sternly. I silenced immediately and she mercifully released me. "I need to think," she said absently again, her eyes deliberately taking in the room. I looked down to my tortured nipple, her hand still resting on my breast. She ignored me as she looked around at my set-up. Her eyes fell upon my nasty diary, lying beside me. 

Perhaps now would be a good time to describe Karen. We six girls lived in a house about a mile off campus. None of us had known the others before; we had all just called on an ad for rooms. We were all friendly, although Karen and I belonged to different cliques; mine was the athletic/brainy group, hers were the socialites. Karen was an absolutely gorgeous petite blonde with big blue eyes. I was about head taller than she. I thought her best assets were her breasts, 32Cs, which looked great on her small body. Her hair went to the middle of her back, and although she was thin, I had never seen her work out. She claimed to hate her ass, which was perfect as far as I could tell. She was only a sophomore. She had taken a year off after high school to travel Europe, so we were the same age. She had a boyfriend and had always seemed sweet and innocent, which made this situation even more bizarre. 

"What's this?" she asked innocently and vaulted over me to lay on her stomach by my side as she picked up my book. My eyes widened in fear. Please, God, no. My nasty book, full of all my perverted thoughts, always locked away, was in her hands. "Looks like a diary. Can I look at it?"

I vigorously shook my head, eyes wide in terror. She smiled wickedly at me. "I'm sorry, let me rephrase the question." She took my other nipple and pinched it hard. "Can I look at it?" I screamed and nodded vigorously, and she let go. "Thank you," she smiled sweetly and opened my private book. I turned away in shame. "Look at me, Leigh," she said and I immediately complied, terrified that she might pinch me again. "Good girl," she smiled, looking at me for a moment. "You know, you're very pretty. And I really admire how fit you are, you have a most amazing body." I blinked at her, trying to figure out what was going on. 

She tossed off my sheet, leaving me completely naked, and then looked back to the diary and started reading it. I could feel the shameful heat in my cheeks as I watched her read. Her other hand started fondling my breast and lightly toyed with my nipple as she read. My breasts had always been very sensitive, and suddenly all the suppressed lust in my mind boiled to the surface. I was completely turned on. She turned the page and continued to read silently while she toyed with my tit. I was breathing hard already. Her hand left my breast and wandered lightly down my helpless body to my waist and I protested, shaking my head violently. "I'm not a lesbian," I tried to say, but only muffled sounds escaped from around the ball gag. She looked at me coldly, her frozen blue eyes piercing me. 

"I'm sorry, do you need a reminder that you're supposed to keep quiet?" she spat, taking my nipple in her fingers again. I shook my head, desperate to avoid another pinch. "You know," she continued icily as she rolled my nipple lightly, "It's not like I'm asking you to do much, just fuckin' lay there and keep fuckin' quiet. Do you think you can handle that?" I nodded meekly, terrified. I had never heard her curse, never seen her so angry. She let go of my nipple without a pinch and instead fondled me again. "Good girl," she smiled, suddenly happy. "You're so good. I know it's hard sometimes, but I know you're trying your best, aren't you sweetie?" I nodded, eager to make her happy.

Her hand drifted down again and started stroking my thighs, and this time I kept quiet and watched her read. Her hand would sometimes come very close to my pussy, but she never touched it. She turned the page and started to fondle my breasts again. I moaned in arousal but quickly silenced myself. 

"No, that's okay sweetie," she smiled and continued to read awhile. Suddenly she laughed. "Leigh, I had no idea you were into this stuff!" she giggled. "This is really good. Here, let me read part of it." She started to read my filthy words aloud and I turned away. Her hand steered my chin back to face her without missing a beat as she spoke a particularly nasty passage. Her fingers returned to my breasts, stroking and teasing them, and I whimpered in pleasure. When she was done she looked at me again and complimented my writing style, emphasizing the dirty phrases I had created. Suddenly she stopped and looked about, sniffing the air.

"Do you smell that?" she asked. I looked around. All I could smell was her perfume and my arousal. She sniffed again. "It smells like...like someone's turned on." She looked at me quizzically. "Are you turned on?" I was so ashamed that I shook my head. "Is your pussy wet?" I shook my head again, mortified. "I know you wouldn't lie to me, but I think I'll check anyway. Is that okay?" she asked sweetly. I shook my head, knowing full well that I was soaking and scared that if she found out she would pinch me again. She let out a little giggle and took my nipple between her fingers. "I'm sorry, did you think we were having a conversation? I think I'll check anyway. Is that okay?" she nodded and I quickly realized that I was supposed to nod also. I did. "You want me to check, don't you?" she smiled. I nodded again. 

Her hand drifted down past my waist and I looked away in shame, only to have her tell me to look at her. Her fingers lightly touched my inner thigh and stroked me as I stared into her smiling eyes. God, she was gorgeous. Slowly her fingers moved inwards until she stroked two fingers up my slit. My hips bucked violently.

"Oh my God, you're soaked!" she exclaimed, holding her wet fingers in front of my face. "You didn't know it did you," she mocked. "Here," she smiled, holding her fingers under my nose, "This is what you smell like when you're turned on." I turned away and immediately her voice was hard and unyielding. "Don't you dare turn away from me," she growled and I snapped back to her. She smiled brightly again and held her fingers under my nose. "Go ahead, smell it," she said, and I sniffed. Her hand went back to my dripping pussy and got wet again. This time she smeared my wetness under my nose. I recoiled in disgust, but one harsh warning from her got me to lay still. She made several trips to my cunt, my whole body shaking as she stroked me. She covered my upper lip and nostrils with my own juices, her smiling eyes holding mine the whole time. All I could smell was my arousal. 

Her hand went back to my pussy and started to stroke me. She was going to get me off! My eyes fluttered closed as she lightly touched my most sensitive spot. "Look at me, Leigh," she said, and I opened my eyes again. I had always masturbated with my eyes closed, and it was very difficult to keep my eyes open. Every time they would close she would pull her hand up and smear more of my juices around my nose. I got pretty good at staring into her blue eyes as she fingered me. I was grunting in a most un-ladylike fashion, my whole body covered in a sheen of sweat, tensing as she worked me, and I knew it wouldn't be long. Just as I reached the brink, she pulled her hand away. A few more light touches and I would have cum, but she just smiled at me and giggled, wiping her fingers on my lip again. I stared at her, desperate for my release, but I was completely helpless. 

"Did you like that?" she laughed. I shook my head and begged her to finish me, but she only laughed and wagged her finger at me. "Wrong answer. Did you like that?" This time I nodded. "Good, I'm glad," she smiled. She sat up and climbed out of my bed with my book. 

"Well, while you're cooling down, I'm going to scan this into my computer. Is that okay?" 

My eyes flew open and I shook my head. God, please no. Karen just laughed and kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in my room. I screamed into the gag in frustration and fought my bonds until I was exhausted. 

Finally she returned and put my book back on my desk. I stared at her with all the venom I could muster but she simply sat beside me with a smile. She put her hands on my breasts and started to play with them again as she looked at me. My body immediately melted to her touch and I was completely aroused again. Any anger I might have had disappeared, replaced by a clawing need to cum. She climbed back into my bed and started stroking my thighs while she toyed with my breasts, smiling into my eyes the whole time. Her magical fingers found their way to my pussy and she started to touch me again. In no time I was ready to cum, my hips bucking wildly under her. Once again, she stopped with a giggle just as I was about to climax. My back arched in frustration and she started rolling both nipples in her fingers. I was thrashing about, but nothing I could do was going to make me cum. I finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

"Wow, that was really good," she smiled. "Did you like that?" Actually I hated it, I no longer wanted to cum, I needed to, but I knew better than do anything other than nod. "Good, I'm glad. Okay, picture time!"

My eyes widened as she stood and pulled out a little digital camera. I screamed in protest, this was going way too far. She looked at me sternly.

"Quiet," she said. I continued to try and yell, but as soon as she held her hand over my tit, I silenced myself. "Good girl," she purred. "You're so good! Now smile for the camera!" 

She started to take pictures of my helpless, bound body, and there was nothing I could do about it. She praised me constantly, commenting in detail on my most private areas. She took a lot of close-ups of my cunt, and plenty of my face. She made me raise my knees as high as I could and took more pictures down there. She made me hold the pose until I finally collapsed. Frowning, she studied me before making a decision. Setting the camera aside, she undid my leg bindings. She picked up the camera again. 

"Spread them."

I looked at her—before I had no choice, now I would be participating in my own humiliation. She gave me a sharp look and I complied. After a few more poses she was satisfied and set the camera aside. She sat back next to me and in mere moments had manipulated me to the edge of another orgasm. This time when she stopped my legs thrashed about, trying to get those few extra touches. I was literally going insane. Suddenly I noticed she was taking pictures of my futile thrashing. I knew I should be ashamed, but all I could think of was trying to cum. I finally gave up and collapsed on my bed. Again she made me nod that I had liked it. She put the camera aside and came up to my head.

"Do you remember the rules?" she asked with a smile. "No talking."

I nodded and she took off my gag. I worked my jaw silently as she studied me with a smile. I wanted to beg her to make me cum, frightened that if I said anything she would pinch me. 

"God, you're beautiful," she whispered and stroked my face softly. She went to my bathroom and emerged with my make up and tenderly touched up my face, putting on a darker shade of lipstick. She picked up the camera again and took more pictures, especially of my face. Finally she shrugged—the camera was apparently full. She turned it off and started playing with my breasts again, our eyes locked. In no time I was moaning constantly. She started to stroke my pussy again and once again stopped just short of heaven. This time she clamped a hand over my mouth so I couldn't beg for my release. 

"I don't think it's fair that you're getting all the pleasure here," she finally said after I calmed down. She stood and her tee cleared her head. A moment later her breasts sprang free as she dropped her bra. My eyes almost popped out of my head. She had large nipples, unlike mine, and of course her tits were absolutely amazing. She straddled me, put her hands on my headboard and lowered her breasts to my face.

"Lick it," she said.

I hesitated for a moment before rationalizing that this was my college experimentation with lesbianism. I raised my head to place my lips on her nipple and tentatively started to lick them. She gasped and I smiled, glad I was doing it right. Periodically she would switch breasts, and soon she was grinding her hips against my belly. My neck was soon exhausted from holding my head up, but I kept at it as best I could. 

Finally she slipped off of me and took off her skirt and panties. Without a word she climbed on top of me and lowered her hairless pussy to my lips. I didn't know what to do, but I knew what I liked. I licked and sucked her as she moaned and panted, encouraging me the whole time. I never even considered stopping at her brink, and when she came she screamed so loudly I thought the neighbors would hear. Finally she toppled off of me and landed with her head at my knee, cradling my thigh as she came down. Surely she now would take care of me. When she finally recovered she crawled back up to me with a smile. 

"Wow," she trembled, "That was amazing. You've done that before, haven't you?" I shook my head, still afraid to speak. "Yes you have. When my boyfriend went down on me for the first time, it was nothing like that."

She smiled at me with that dazed post-orgasm look and then she kissed me. Softly, tenderly, lovingly and then stronger and more desperate, our tongues battled. I relaxed, content to let her set the pace. Her hand played with my breasts. Finally she pulled away and smiled at me and gave a coy glance to my pussy. I nodded eagerly.

"Can we 69?" she whispered. I nodded again. "I hope I can do as good a job as you," she said shyly. 

I kissed her in response. She got on top of me and soon I was licking her. She was really reluctant to reciprocate, and spent a lot of time licking my inner thighs. Occasionally she would kiss my clit, but was spending way too much time on the other end of my pussy. I figured she was just inexperienced, and tried to show her what to do by sucking and licking her clit with abandon. I was completely ready; a few well-placed licks would have sent me to heaven. Finally she seemed to hit the spot, but before she pushed me over the edge she started to gasp and exploded into her own orgasm. Her pussy ground into my mouth as she leaned back, away from my quivering snatch. She collapsed on top of me; her hot breath on my pussy keeping me acutely aware how close her precious tongue was to my burning clit. Finally she rolled off of me and I stared at her in shock as she got up and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone and frantic with need. She eventually came back and snuggled up to me with a kiss.




Denial



"That was amazing," she sighed, and kissed me.

I pulled away. "Lick my pussy," I demanded.

She smiled and tried to kiss me again. I repeated myself. The smile ran from her face. 

"Fuck you," she spat, with a stunned look on her face. 

"Karen, lick me!"

"Fuck you," she repeated and sat up. She grabbed the ball gag and before I knew what was happening she had it in my mouth. Moments later it was securely fastened behind my head. I tried to kick at her, I struggled for all I was worth, but my hands were still bound and I was exhausted. She started yelling at me, calling me a slut and whore. She threw the silk top sheet over my face "because I was leering at her." 

Blinded, I was slow to react when she grabbed an ankle and tied it to the bedpost. I struggled with the second one, but it was too late, and soon I was tied down again. By the time she ripped the sheet off my face she was already dressed and I was completely terrified. She really started yelling at me, saying that she thought we had had a connection, that she had such a nice time and that for me to demand she do that was worse than a guy. She was really upset, with tears coming out of her eyes. She said she was going to, but not if I just thought of her as a fuck toy. She called me a pervert and worse and then got really angry. She went to my closet and got my soccer uniforms and shoved them under my ass and around my crotch. Then she cut the string that attached me to my key and bent over me.

"Now you can't get away, you little slut. And when Suzy comes back on Monday, she'll find you here, lying in a pool of your own filth, all over your precious uniforms. You fuckin' bitch. How dare you think you can use me like that."

She threw the sheet back over my face and slammed the door. I tried to come to grips with what had just happened. I struggled mightily, thinking maybe I could break the bed frame, but it was no use. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I heard her come back in and screamed at her to help me. Suddenly she pulled the sheet off my face. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying, and her lower lip was trembling.

"I didn't want you to suffocate," she trembled. "I'm going to mommy's house." She spun around, turned off the lights and left with a sob.

I stared at the black doorway she had left from. In a few minutes I heard the front door close and then her car drive away. I was helpless in the dark, terrified. She had pictures of me and a copy of my diary, and there was no way I could get out. I was completely humiliated and miserable, my clit was still begging for attention and I was even upset that I had made Karen cry. There was nothing I could do. After Suzy found me I would have to run away from campus. My life was ruined. There was no way that they would allow me on the Olympic team after this came out. And it was all because I was such a slutty pervert that I couldn't control myself. I started to sob and cried my eyes out before I finally fell asleep. 

Sunlight seeping through the shades finally woke me and I stared helplessly at the ceiling. I was ruined, my Olympic dreams shattered. I felt like crying, but had no more tears. I was stuck. In despair my head rolled around and I saw a stuffed purple bear sitting on the bed next to me, a piece of paper taped to it. It had writing on it, Karen's writing, with big hearts and smiley faces.

"Hiya sweetie,

Hope my dramatic acting didn't scare you too badly last night. Don't you think I deserve an Oscar? Anyway, hope you're okay. The string is re-attached and I melted the ice, the key should be free by now. I'm not a guy, so I couldn't do you like in one of your fantasies, but this was as close as I came up with. Hope you can forgive me. Please call my cell as soon as you get out. I'm worried sick about you. I'd love to come back and finish what we started. Okay, I'm about to rub onions on my eyes so I look like I was crying.

Hugs and Kisses, 

Karen"

I stared at the note and re-read it. Finally it dawned on me, and my head spun to see the string was reattached. I quickly pulled the key up to me and unlocked my wrists, then freed my legs and took out the gag. I jumped up and immediately went to the bathroom. Then I took the note and thought about what to do. Had she just been playing with me? It was a lot like one of my stories, with the guy using my body to get his satisfaction and then leaving me aching with need. "I'd love to come back and finish what we started." My clit positively twitched at the thought. I picked up the phone and called Karen. She was absolutely gushing in relief at my call, almost breaking into tears as she talked to me. I told her I wasn't mad at her, and she sounded so happy I couldn't help but smile myself. She finally whispered a question on whether I wanted to take her up on her last line. Assuming she meant finishing what she started and not rubbing onions in her eyes, I agreed. She told me to take a shower, get something to eat, and then write her a new story while I waited for her. She was shopping and would be back in an hour or so. It was so tempting to masturbate while in the shower, but I held off, only bringing myself to the edge. I ate a good breakfast and then started writing. I couldn't seem to keep my hands off my pussy. 10 turned to 11 and then noon as I wrote, squirming in anticipation, nude on my bed. Finally my cell rang and it was her. She told me that she was almost there and I should cuff myself again, only this time without the lock. Minutes later she came home and entered my room with a duffel bag. She ran to my arms, blubbering happily as she kissed me, making me tell her again and again that I wasn't mad at her. She told me over and over how much she hated yelling at me, but she had done it all for me. I eventually asked her what was in the duffel bag and she smiled wickedly. Reaching in, she produced a lock and then locked my cuffs. 

"Only I have the key," she grinned and kissed me. "Now remember, no talking."

She went back to the duffel bag and then pulled out some other things. Apparently she had gone to a sex store, and had several toys and some straps. She attached a spreader bar to my ankles and then stripped and crawled on top of me and started to kiss me. In minutes my body was burning from her caresses. She got up and tied the spreader bar to my headboard so my legs were straight up. Then she slowly licked her way down my legs, kissing my calves and then the backs of my knees, taking her time. Once she got to my thighs she reached up and fondled my breasts while she licked. The taut muscles of my legs were quivering like jelly. Finally her burning tongue reached my pussy. First she just used her hot breath, but then she started to lick it. God, she was good. I trembled on the edge of the orgasm to end all orgasms. Just as I started to shudder, she stopped and crawled back up to me. 

"No!" I screamed.

"Yes," she giggled and kissed me as she played with my nipples..

"Karen, seriously, I need to cum. Please."

"You'll be fine," she laughed. "We need to go get lunch."

"Karen, no! You can't leave me like this, I need to cum."

"No you don't," she laughed easily. 

"Karen, please!"

"Okay, you big crybaby, let's get you up."

She unfastened the spreader bar from the headboard and unlocked my cuffs from the headboard before re-locking them over my wrists. She pulled me off the bed and shuffled me over to my chair, where she bent me over so that I was on my hands and toes.

"Now Leigh," she said as she rustled around her duffel bag, "You'll never get anywhere if you let your pussy run your life. You need to be in charge of your pussy. Otherwise, you're as bad as a guy."

Suddenly there was a swish and I saw stars as something hit my upturned bottom. Hard. I screamed and tried to move, but she was standing on the spreader bar. 

"Jesus Christ Karen, what was that?"

"That was a paddle, to use on bad girls who can't control their pussies." She held it in front of my face. "Now, I am going to give you twenty swats. After each one, you will say 'I control my pussy'. Then you will kiss the paddle. Ready?"

"Fuck you!" I spat and she swatted me again. 

"Watch your mouth, sweetie," she said pleasantly. "I don't like that language. Ready?" 

I didn't know what to say. Another swat landed across my ass and I screamed.

"What do you say?"

It only took me a moment to remember. "I control my pussy," I gasped.

The paddle appeared in front of my lips. "Kiss it." I did, reluctantly.

I braced myself for the next hit, but she waited until I relaxed to smack me again. She reminded me again, and I screamed it again, then kissed the paddle. By the fifth smack I was crying. By the tenth I was sobbing, screaming out my line. Mercifully, she stopped, kneeling by my head and cooing as she held me and calmed me down, dabbing my eyes with a tissue and telling me how good I was and how proud she was of me. My ass was on fire.

"Leigh, are you in control of your pussy?" I nodded. "Good girl. That's very good. But I think I should check to make sure."

She got behind me and started to lick. Almost immediately I was ready, quivering under her. Just as I got near, she stopped.

"Leigh, are you in control of your pussy?" I nodded helplessly, unwilling to trust my voice. In reality I was completely out of control and she was in control of my pussy. I would have done anything to cum. "Good girl. That's so very good. If you're not sure we can do ten more..."

I shook my head.

"Good girl, that's very good. Let's get something to eat."

In a few moments I was completely uncuffed and rubbing my butt, standing dazedly before this little smiling pixie who owned me body and soul. I was way bigger and stronger than she was, I could have thrown her out, but for what? So I could finger myself? The thought never crossed my mind. Karen got dressed and helped me find an outfit. I was beyond thinking by that time. She made me wear a pad since I was so wet. I followed her to her car and we went out to lunch. She was a non-stop bundle of joy; even I was smiling by the time we left. She confessed that she was bi, and during her time in Europe she had been quite adventurous. That explained a lot.

She attacked me in the car, mauling my poor tits in the parking lot. Then she made me walk the mall for awhile. I was completely in a sexual daze, staring longingly at every hot guy and girl. We shopped for awhile and Karen made me buy a sexy bra. In the fitting room she worked me into a frenzy as we "tried some on." It was a good thing I was wearing the pad. 

We got home and immediately started making out, giggling like lovers. We found our way back to my room where we stripped and started to wrestle. I was burning with desire. Suddenly she twisted out of my arms and alighted on the floor with a giggle. She picked up the cuffs and held them out to me, and I willingly placed my wrists in them. In a moment I was locked to the headboard. She brought me to the edge with her fingers while forcing me to look at her the whole time. Then she left for awhile before repeating it, over and over. Each time I quivered in anticipation that this time she would allow me my satisfaction. She got tired of my begging so she gagged me. She made dinner and fed me in bed. 

Late in the evening, she returned. I trembled as she approached, knowing at once both the ecstasy and the agony she could bring. She lay beside me. She took the gag off and kissed me softly for awhile before releasing me. 

"Go get ready for bed, sweetie," she smiled. 

When I was done, she crooked her finger from the bed and I came over. What had happened to Leigh the Warrior? The fierce leader that everyone turned to when things went bad? Why was I allowing this insubstantial wisp of a girl to lead me around, to torture me, without even making a sound? I could see no alternative, after all I was not going to throw her down and rape her. All I did was bring my hands together to plead and mouth a "please" to her, at which she smiled and shook her head and patted the bed. She laid me down and I willingly placed my wrists in the cuffs, begging with my eyes. She started kissing and caressing me and I was immediately fully aroused. I was ready to cry I was so desperate. 

"Leigh, I've been thinking," she said softy. "I'm not going to make you cum tonight. I'll get you close, but I'm tired and I think we can wait until tomorrow. Okay?"

I started to plead, but she put a finger to my lips to silence me. Her hand then drifted down to my throbbing clit and started to touch it. I stared into her merciless eyes as she pushed me to the brink, her head resting on her hand as she watched me suffer. At least this time I knew she wouldn't make me cum. God, she was beautiful. Her fingers were touching me so lightly, so right. I wondered what an orgasm felt like; all I could remember was denial. She smiled at me so sweetly as I got to the brink, knowing she was about to stop. I started to quiver, expecting her to pull her hand away. Instead she just smiled at me and suddenly I realized she was pushing me over the edge. My brain exploded in pleasure as I started to cum. My hips flew off the bed as I spasmed. My head turned away in ecstasy but she quickly reached over with her other hand and pulled my hair to force me to face her. I kept my eyes open for as long as I could, my world exploding around me. It was so intense I passed out. When I came to, she wasn't next to me. Instead, she was between my thighs, licking me. After I cum, my clit is really sensitive, but she seemed to know just what to do, keeping the stimulation pleasurable. She told me to relax, that she was going to be there for awhile, and she was. She made me cum over and over. By the end I just lay there, completely spent as she licked me to another orgasm. The last thing I remember is her climbing up to me, uncuffing my wrists, and falling asleep in her arms. It was the start of a most intense relationship.



Denial and Acceptance



I was 18, and my friend of several years (Jeff) was had turned 18 just a few days before. We played on the same baseball team, and every year for last few we had at least a couple of classes together. So we were pretty close. We were both in good shape, but Jeff always had that certain something. He was about 5' 10" and had kind of round face that made dimples when he smiled - which he so often did. He kept is dirty blonde hair a little long, but always looked well kept. His shoulders, back, chest and upper arms were sort of naturally well defined without having any kind of a body builder look, and he had the straightest white teeth you have ever seen. It was no wonder he didn't have any trouble getting a date. 

Both Jeff and I went on dates with girls from school on a fairly regular basis. Jeff even had a girlfriend for a few months, but nothing ever really evolved from either of our relationship attempts. I don't know about Jeff, but I was only dating because it seemed like I was supposed to. At that age there is a lot to figure out. We were entering our senior year in high school, and it seemed like all of the guys had stories about getting laid last weekend. I tried like hell to get excited about dating, and spent my fair share of time looking at porn on the internet for motivation. My porn sessions always seemed to end the same way though. I was watching the guy. 

I had been fighting this for a long time thinking it was just a phase, but it was becoming clear that my attraction was to the same sex. I didn't have any feminine qualities, and I always played sports and did normal guy things. It was a real struggle for me to begin to accept that I might be bi, let alone gay. It seemed like every time I was almost willing to admit it to myself though, I would get turned on by some drop-dead hot chick walking down the street and convince myself I just hadn't met the right girl yet. My interest in guys was my most guarded secret and I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone.

Finally I decided to indulge my curiosity and Google up some gay teen porn. I almost couldn't even type the words. I felt ashamed to be doing it, but my urge won over. Not long into my experiment, I had stroked myself to the most awesome orgasm I had ever known. Needless to say, my gay porn viewing became a fairly regular thing after that. I would watch guys my age suck each other off, and dream about having someone's dick in my mouth. That someone - I wished - was Jeff. I never let on though. Jeff and I were too good of friends for me to risk asking any questions that would lead to an awkward situation between us.

It was spring break, and Jeff and I had been out fishing in the nearby creek. Jeff had swiped a few beers from his dad and we made quick work of them. We were maybe just a little bit tipsy, but far from drunk. We walked back to his house as it was starting to get dark. Jeff asked if I wanted to spend the night to which I agreed. I just lived a few houses down and a street over, so I went and packed a change of clothes and headed to his house.

We were in Jeff's room playing video games when my problem started. Jeff was wearing some loose nylon mesh workout type shorts and sitting in a chair kind of slumped down a little. I was laying on the floor with my head propped up on a couple of pillows when I glanced over and saw his underwear up his shorts leg. He was wearing white boxer briefs. I could tell that, but I couldn't tell much else. I could just barely see the edge of his bulge and that was enough to get me excited. Boxer briefs were kind of a fetish of mine, and I was wearing an orange pair of Hollister BB's that evening. I desperately wanted to see more, but couldn't risk repositioning in some way that it would be obvious what I was doing. Just about then he lifted his hips and tugged at this underwear through his shorts to adjust his junk all the while his eyes glued to the game we were playing. I got a good shot of his package neatly hugged by his bleach-white boxer briefs. I had to get up and do something else or I would surely be noticed staring. Besides that, I was starting to get an erection that I wouldn't be able to conceal.

I told Jeff I was going to take a quick shower. He said "go ahead, there are towels under the sink". He had a bathroom connected to his bedroom. I went in and took a cold shower to try to get my mind off of the thought Jeff's gorgeous manhood in my mouth. It didn't work, and temptation got the best of me. I remembered that I had an app on my iPhone that would record video while the phone was sleeping. I knew that was all kinds of wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I positioned my bag and phone on the vanity in such a way to make it look like it was just randomly placed, then quickly made my exit knowing Jeff would be next up for a shower. 

I came out and sat on the edge of his bed watching the game he was still playing. Within a couple of minutes he was done with it and announced he was going to take a shower too. I was feeling guilty, nervous, and overwhelmingly excited all at the same time. His shower took a long time, and I imagined his naked body the whole time he was in there. Finally he came out and we started playing a different game. I couldn't stand the suspense and said I had to use the bathroom. 

I closed the door and immediately went for my phone. I started the video and had a semi obstructed view of Jeff dropping his shorts to reveal his white AE boxer briefs. What happened next was magic. He looked down and saw my orange underwear I had apparently forgotten to pick up off of the floor while focused on adjusting my "randomly placed" phone. He picked up my underwear and sniffed them. By this time he had moved almost center frame of the video, and I had a full front view. I could see that he was getting hard. He opened the top of my underwear as if to simulate someone wearing them, held it up head high, and licked the crotch. Then he started rubbing himself through his underwear. He stopped to turn the shower on, evidently just for the noise, because he quickly returned to smelling and licking my underwear while fondling himself. I knew I didn't have much more time before he would be wondering why I was in the bathroom so long, so I skipped forward in the video to find he was jerking off still with my underwear planted in his face. He finished up, threw the underwear back on the floor where he found it, and jumped in the shower to clean up.

By this time, I had a raging boner and couldn't believe what I had just seen. Jeff may not be gay, but he is at least curious... Very curious. I flushed the empty toilet and walked back into his room trying my best to conceal my excitement. After an hour or so more of playing video games, we decided to go to sleep. I started unfolding a blanket on the floor when Jeff said "dude, I've got a king-sized bed, you don't have to sleep on the floor". To which I responded "I'm cool with it if you are". Jeff had slipped into some flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt in the bathroom after his shower. He asked "do you care if I sleep in my underwear, I hate sleeping in pajamas"? My erection had subsided by this time, and I was struggling to keep it that way. I said "I don't care", but that was a lie. I cared very much and wanted nothing more than to see him in his undies.

He slipped off his pants and flopped down on the bead. I was near the foot of the bed and looked at him to ask if he wanted me to turn off the light. It was the most amazing site I had ever seen. Jeff in a fresh pair of white boxer briefs, his legs slightly spread to reveal his perfectly sized and neatly contained package. He was looking at something on his phone, so he didn't notice my unnecessarily long look at him - or at least I don't think he did. He said "that's fine", and turned on his bedside lamp. I laid down next to him but as far away as possible without looking weird or nervous. We talked about going fishing again the next day for a few minutes, and I started calming down. Then he pressed his feet on the bed to lift his hips and adjust his underwear. The lighting on his junk was perfect when he did that. I could see the outline of his penis and his beautiful balls, and I immediately started getting hard once again.

That's when I went for it. I said "I was listening to a raunchy morning radio show a few days ago, and they said that 70 percent of men will have a sexual experience with another guy at some time in their lives". I hadn't really heard that on the radio. In fact I completely made that up. I went on to say "I would have never thought that". Jeff - still looking up at his phone - said "that's more than I would have thought too, I hope you aren't suggesting anything" in a joking way. "No, I'm not suggesting anything" I hurried to reply while half laughing " I just thought it was weird". Jeff then set down the phone, looked at me, and asked "have you ever thought about doing anything with another guy before"? I said "I don't know... not really... I guess everyone has a crazy thought once in a while, but nothing I would want to pursue". Again, I was lying. Then I said "what about you... ever any un-pure thoughts about another guy" knowing full well that he just had an hour earlier. Jeff said "I don't know, I guess I kind of wondered what it would be like to jerk off with another guy". I paused and then said "I'll try anything once... you know... if you want". 

Jeff looked at my crotch and said "take off your shorts, I'm feeling weird here in my underwear alone". I knew I was in trouble then, because I was already pitching a tent under my shorts. I figured what the hell and slid them off. Jeff looked and said "I'm starting to think you WERE suggesting something with that radio statistic". But by the time he finished that sentence, he was starting to pitch a tent of his own. That drove me into a frenzy, and a drop of pre-cum quickly bled through my underwear. Jeff looked into my eyes before leaning down to lick it off. When he raised back up, we kissed. It was absolute magic. Then we kissed again and this time I groped his bulging underwear. I said "I want to suck you off". He didn't say anything, but he laid flat on his back ready to accept.

I knelt between his legs and put my face in his crotch before licking his balls through his underwear. He was now as hard as I was, and I got to taste the pre-cum that had made it's way through his white cotton undies. Then I slipped them off to find he was shaved (something I couldn't tell in the video). I paused for a second to admire his beautiful dick. It was about 5 inches long, the perfect thickness ratio, and a perfectly shaped circumcised head. His balls were tight, not droopy, but not retracted either. It was like I had just found the holy grail. Then I opened up and took his dick in my mouth. He moaned quietly as I stoked myself and took in the cock I had dreamed of for so long. After a while he stopped me and wanted to trade.

My shaft was well lubed up with pre-cum by that time, and he went down on it as I leaned against his headrest and breathed deep and heavy. He was stoking his dick like crazy and swallowing all 6 inches of my manhood. After a couple of minutes, I warned him I was about to blow. He stopped long enough for us to reset to a "69" position. We sucked each other another minute or so before simultaneously erupting into each other's mouths. We both swallowed and smiled with satisfaction.

We laid close to each other regaining our breath and holding hands. Jeff said "nobody can find out about this". "Agreed" I said followed by "I have a confession to make". "What's that" Jeff asked while finally slowing his breathing to a normal rate. "I'm gay, and I've wanted to do that with you for a long time". After a few seconds of silence Jeff said "same here". We kissed one last time and fell asleep together.

The next morning we woke up side by side shocked and ashamed by what we had done. We talked for a while and convinced ourselves that it was just an experiment that we were done with. We agreed to just forget the whole thing and go on like nothing had happened. And we did a pretty good job of it. We went fishing again that day like we had discussed, and everything seemed pretty normal between us. This time though, I went home afterward.

We were both determined to prove our heterosexuality to ourselves, and began dating girls more often. I don't know about Jeff, but all I could think of when I was out with a girl was how glad I would be when the date was over. I felt awkward and uninterested. I forced myself into a couple of kisses, but there was just never anything there. This went on for a couple of months. I went back to my regimen of hetero porn, this time forcing myself to focus on the girls. But it was like forcing oil and water to mix.

In a fit of frustration one night alone in my bedroom, I remembered I still had that video on my phone. Despite my better judgment, I started playing it. I was instantly turned on with the candid video of Jeff jerking with my underwear and kept watching. I had originally skipped the middle of the video due to time constraints when I watched it in Jeff's bathroom, but this time I watched it through. The part I had missed was Jeff disappearing off screen to retrieve a toy. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it's intent was obvious. He lubed it up and worked it into his ass. He worked it for a minute or two before returning to masturbating and eventually blowing his load into his cupped hand all the while my underwear draped over his face. 

Needless to say, that made me horny as hell. I didn't have a toy to try, and eventually settled on a toothbrush handle padded with a dozen layers of paper towels and tightly contained with Saran Wrap. It was crude, but I was desperate. Luckily I did have some KY that I used for masturbating from time to time. I slicked up my makeshift dildo, and slowly worked it in. I laid on my back handling my toy with one hand while stroking with the other. The feeling was incredible, and within a couple of minutes I had made a mess on my stomach, chest, and even a touch on my left cheek. That was the moment I realized that the admission I made to Jeff that night was true. I AM gay. 

The next day was a Saturday, and I met up with Jeff to work on his car. He had an early 90's Mustang, and spent more time under the hood than behind the wheel. On this particular day it was a water pump. We had plenty of time to talk and BS while fighting with it, and eventually the conversation led to our dating experiences. I was first to admit that I hadn't gotten anywhere with it, and Jeff told me the he hadn't either. The conversation then turned back to the task at hand and a couple of hours later we were done. As I was leaving, I turned and asked Jeff if he wanted to sleep over at my place. We both knew what the question really meant. Without much hesitation, Jeff said "you have no idea".

I went home, washed up, and watched TV in my room with intense anticipation. An hour or so later the doorbell rang. My mom let him in, and he made it back to my room after a little small talk with my parents. We sat in my room watching TV for another hour or so waiting for my parents to go to bed, and then stripped to our underwear without saying a word. We sat and stared at each other for what must have been 5 minutes in complete silence. It was obvious Jeff liked seeing me in my undies as much I liked seeing him. This time he was wearing some well loved Old Navy briefs. I was intentionally wearing the same orange boxer briefs he had made love to in the bathroom that night. I went and laid down in my bed, and Jeff came and straddled me on his knees with our eager packages touching. He went down on his hands and we kissed while rubbing and humping one another. Then we rolled over and reversed with me on top. 

I slowly made my way down to his now creamy briefs, licked, and removed. I once again marveled at his shaved masterpiece before sucking him like there was no tomorrow. I slid off my underwear and rubbed his dick with the KY that had been so good to me the night before. Once again straddling him, worked my way back up to kissing position before raising up, bending at the waist and working his throbbing cock deep inside of me. The feeling was overwhelming. Way more so than my makeshift toy. Jeff gasped and struggled to keep quiet as I bobbed up and down on him. 

After a few minutes, we switched position and he lubed me up after a quick suck. He eased my eager cock into his butt the same way I had for him. He did it with much more skill than I had, so I assumed that he had quite a bit of experience with that toy I had seen him use in the video. He bounced and stroked as we both strained to keep quiet. It wasn't long before I had spent my load inside of Jeff, and he had done the same on my chest and face.

We talked for while afterward about how this had to remain secret, but this time we agreed that it couldn't stop. For the second time we fell asleep side by side, only this time we woke up and kissed clearly at peace with our new found homosexuality. 

As of this posting date, it is two years later and I am in college. I live off campus in an apartment with Jeff. We still manage to keep everyone convinced that we are just friends, but people must have their suspicions. For now, at least, it seems best to just let people suspect and go on business.



Denial Ch. 01



I don't believe that there's a man reading this who has been symbolically castrated as thoroughly as I. What began as virtually a sexless marriage for my wife and I, has remained a sexless marriage, but changed drastically in nature. In effect, my wife took a passive withholding of sex and turned it into an active withholding with female domination as the weapon. She is perfect proof that a dominatrix does not have to be born one. She can surely become one.

Maxine and I are both 37, she is a teacher, and I am a freelance financial consultant. I am 6'2" tall, and she is 5'4". We are now both slender and fit. She has long and full light brown hair. We are homeowners, and together earn a nice living. Our neighbors like us, we are close with our families, and together and separately, we have some good friends.

I met Maxine in high school, and we dated through college, after which we got married. We were both virgins when we met. Maxine is the All-American girl next door. She has a lovely, warm almost shy smile, perfect teeth, is squeaky clean and well pressed. Until the last few years, she was slightly overweight. The one word everyone had for her was "lovable." Maxine grew up being the girl whose friend always got married. She was the perennial bridesmaid type.

We love each other, but she had never really enjoyed sex. She never liked oral or anal sex either, and only reluctantly sucked me as a short preparation to entering her. She hated the feel and taste of my semen. For herself, she only enjoyed manual stimulation of her clitoris, and put up with intercourse with me. I don't want to paint the picture of a prude, or someone who found sex dirty. Sex, as I found out, just didn't play an important role in her life.

Despite all of this, we loved each other very much. We are very warm to each other, and enjoy life. But gradually, because sex was such a stumbling block, I began to withdraw into a sexual fantasy world based on masturbation, which was often my only sexual release for weeks at a time. We made love less than a dozen times during our second year of marriage, and it didn't change much over the years.

Something allowed me to put up with this. Perhaps it was a subconscious living out of the s&m literature which I was inceasingly drawn to. I found out through therapy later, that I was blaming myself for our lack of sex, and fantasizing that she should punish me for our poor sex life. This was all subconscious. In the third year of marriage (1977), I finally acted on this fantasy. I had to do something.

One night, I tried to convince Maxine to make love to me. She was not in the mood, so on an impulse, I handed her my belt, got on my hands and knees, and asked her to hit me a few times on the ass. She looked at me curiously, but playfully, she began hitting me. When she saw that I was turned on, she reached under and began to play with my penis. After a few more hits, and some firm hand strokes, I came in her hand. She wiped it in my hair, and made me clean her fingers with my mouth. She giggled embarrassingly and said, "You're a sicko."

I sensed, however, that she was very relieved that we didn't have to have sexual intercourse. The episode had no negative effects on our marriage.

The next few years saw much of the same pattern continuing. I started a collection of s&m toys, which included nipple clamps, seven gates of hell, a small cat o'nine tails, a riding crop. The scenerio every time when I brought these home were always the same.

"What in the world is this?!" Maxine would look at the item like it was a dead rat, expressing distaste. She would then give me a cold look letting me know what she thought of me for buying it. "Well, what do you want me to do with it?"

We would always try the item, and while she was either hitting my ass with the crop, or yanking on the nipple clamps, I would masturbate to orgasm. Everytime, just at the point that I was coming, she would always begin her lecture. "You're sick, you know. I can't believe that this pain and degradation excites you." Afterward, on the rare instances when she was sexually excited, I would use my fingers to give her an orgasm.

Whenever I asked her if her sex drive and attitude toward conventional sex would improve if we stopped with the s&m scenarios, she said that they might. But again, the pattern became the same. We would give conventional sex a try with absolutely no success, and we would be back to the s&m substitute for me. She indulged me, but made no bones about it that even though she was denying me any sexual release except s&m, she found it mildly repelling.

This pattern continued, with us having an s&m session maybe once a month, then battle over sex maybe once every three months. She remained uninvolved through it all, and never initiated these sessions. I always had to ask for them. I spent the first ten years of my marriage geting rejected for sexual contact about 9 out of 10 times. As I noted, this could be seen as a very effective, if passive, castration.

Things got worse. Maxine was tired from gaining much weight and often for more than two months in a row, I was sexually ignored. I would masturbate nightly.

In 1981 I couldn't stand it any more, and had an affair. I needed some attention and validation of my existance and sexuality. The affair was a conventional one, with wonderful sex and was very intense. I even briefly considering leaving Maxine for this woman. But as she lived in England, it became impossible to continue. But it served its purpose. I knew what I DIDN'T want: I didn't want to be ignored sexually anymore.

After a few weeks of thinking about it, I told Maxine not about the affair, but about my not wanting to be sexually ignored. I told her that I thought we should go into marital therapy. She exploded. She was vehemently against any kind of therapy. "I don't need a therapist to tell me what to do, and that I have to change my life. We can settle our own problems," she said. I said that something had to be done, that I felt like a subhuman the way she just ignored my sexuality.

We began talking realistically about our expectations. I enjoyed intercourse and all forms of conventional sex, but when not available, I could accept s&m as a substitute. She disliked intercourse and oral sex, but could accept s&m as a substitute.

I asked her if we should stop totally with conventional intercourse, (if she wanted to fuck, she would initiate it) but for my release, we would stick to s&m. She said it was okay with her, but how did I feel. I agreed to do it for a while.

Things improved for a while, with us having a weekly s&m session, after which, if she was hot, I would finger her to orgasm. With the pressure of intercourse off her, more often than before, when she was torturing me, she got hot, and I would have to masturbate her.

But in a few months, things began to slip again, and soon we were back to the once monthly session. For four years, we had no intercourse, and only about two dozen s&m sessions. I would almost have to beg her to do them. She never initiated.

When Maxine's school term was over in June of 1985, I packed a suitcase, made a reservation at a local motel, and told her I was leaving. She was in shock, but understood why. She told me she loved me, begged me to stay, and said that we should talk. I told her that "talk was just talk," and that it was obvious that she didn't care about me or my sexual fulfillment.

She finally got me to sit down and we talked again. It boiled down to the fact that while s&m was a good substitute for conventional sex, if I had to initiate every session, and she was so uninvolved, and if she were too tired, then the only option I had was to go into the bathroom and masturbate. I felt ignored. (I secretly turned on my tape recorder for this conversation, so the words are verbatim. She had a habit of denying things that she said, and I wanted this on the record for us.)

It was then that she came up with an idea. "Honey, you are unsatisfied that I don't take an active enough part in your sex life. It's hard for me to do anything when I'm asleep, or tired or when I don't want to. But what is the one hardest part of the whole thing for you?"

"You ignoring me."

"You wanted me to be your dominant mistress, right? Well, why can't you look at it that I was ignoring you sexually on purpose. And in my role, I was still allowing you to masturbate. Why can't you look on this as kind of a fantasy punishment. As part of the game?" she said.

"You know damn well, Maxine, that you ignoring me was at best out of laziness, and at worst, out of just not caring. I really feel that you just don't care, one way or the other."

Maxine lit a cigarette, and thought for a moment. "Sweetheart, my sex drive is less than yours, and always will be. We have to face it. And using the s&m equipment takes too much energy out of me when I'm tired. I don't really mind when you masturbate. It's just that it takes you so long, and I like you beside me in bed so I could hold you. I mean, imagine all of the extra work on your career you could do if you just cut down on masturbating."

I shook my head. She didn't understand. "It's not really the masturbation, I need. I need the validation and attention that I have a penis and a sex life. And intercourse is positive sexual validation." I nodded.

She thought again. "But with those s&m devices, you're getting positive attention and negative validation. And that turns you on?"

"It could. At least it's some kind of sexual attention." I answered.

"What turns you on about it, honey?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm guilty about certain things, and I'm trying to pay for it."

"So you feel that you should be paying a price for your orgasm, and the price is pain and humiliation."

"I guess."

She took a drag on her cigarette, and toyed with it in the ashtray. A lightbulb seemed to be going off in her head. "So, with you, you need validation and attention to your penis and sexlife. You need to know your penis is there, and that I know it's there. And that I make you pay the price. And you can get your validation either positive or negative, right? I mean either intercourse or s&m gets you off, right?"

I didn't know if she was on to something, or not. She just smoked, and thought. Then she spoke "I love you honey, and I really want to keep you. Sex is too small of a topic to lose someone over. I consider it unimportant either way. But what we have is that you need some kind of sexual validation, either positive or negative. Right?"

"Yes" I answered.

Maxine sat back, and concentrated. "Now my role can either be active or passive."

I lost her, and she explained. "What would active positive sexual validation be?"

"Uh, active? Intercourse or oral sex, I guess." I answered.

"Right!" she replied. "Which, as I stated, is very hard for me to do because besides not enjoying them, I'm very tired evenings. I'm also very tired evenings for active negative sexual validation."

"S&M?" I supplied the answer.

"Exactly!" she confirmed, just like the school teacher she was. "That leaves two: passive, positive sexual validation, that is, validation of your sexuality which you get without my active participation. Your solo masturbation comes in here. You say that this is empty?"

I sighed, which was my answer. Maxine leaned back again, and lit another cigarette.

"That leaves passive, negative sexual validation. I don't know how you'll react to this." She gently guided my head into her lap, and stroked my hair as we spoke. "This is a really radical idea."

All I saw above me was the glow of her cigarette, and her head silhouetted against the curtains behind the couch. I'll always remember this image and the words that followed, because they changed my life. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"You admit that you are turned on by the idea of me being a really cruel bitch. You get off when I become sadistic?"

I nodded, and she stroked my head.

She spoke, "Well, if intercourse is not satisfactory to me, and your own masturbation is not pleasurable to you, and if s&m sessions are just as tiring as intercourse for me, there is really only one option left. passive, negative sexual validation."

She drew on her cigarette, and let out the smoke slowly as she let the idea sink in to me.

"I still don't understand." I said.

She explained. "It's simple, sweetheart. While positive, passive sexual activity is masturbation, this is unacceptable to you. But negative, passive sexual activity is denial of masturbation."

"You mean to actively deny someone the opportunity to masturbate is negative, passive sexual activity?"

She nodded. "That's right. Look at it this way. What if I were really the cruel bitch you fantasize about. I certainly wouldn't let you masturbate whenever you felt like it. I would restrict you according to my own ideas on when you should be allowed to have a climax. With such negative-passive sex, the person being controlled would only be permitted to masturbate if his partner took a positive act to allow it."

I let it sink in, while Maxine waited and smoked. Certain times in every sexual relationship are marked by times when both partners are totally in sync, and feel the same rush at the same time. This was one such time. I could feel the heat coming from Maxine's lap, and the way she breathed deeply and drew on her cigarette gave me the clue that she was very much into this.

"Would you find it exciting if I actually controlled your penis and your erections, and denied you sexual relief except when I wanted you to have it? Would you stop feeling ignored and unvalidated?" She inquired.

"I don't know." I answered. But Maxine knew the answer.

"I think you'd find it very exciting not knowing when your next orgasm would be. And, if I felt like being particularly cruel to you, or if I were angry at you and wanted to really punish you, I could forbid you any sexual relief for as long as I saw fit." Maxine took a long pull on her cigarette, and smiled mischeviously. "Well? What if that's what I decided? Does that turn you on?"

"How often would the Mistress allow me sexual relief?" I smiled and played along.

Maxine suddenly got very quiet. "This wouldn't be a game, honey. It would be a lifestyle. By having me in control of your orgasm, you would be receiving the validation -- negative as it is -- that you apparently need for your sexual fulfillment. By having control over your own sexual desires, you haven't been satisfied, so we'll try this. I will take this very seriously. And the way I look at it, you need to serve me in this way because you see me as being superior to you. And you are handing over to a higher being the control over one of your most basic urges, your orgasm."

"But I do need sexual relief." I implored.

She nodded her head, "I know you do, darling. But what we're talking about here will give me the control over when and how often. It would be up to me how much erotic tension and pressure I apply to the situation. I'd want to learn just how I can pull the strings on your sex drive. I may wind up ignoring you, as I have in the past. But even by ignoring you, I would be actively controlling your sex life by denying you relief." She reached over and felt my hardening penis. "You really find this idea hot, don't you?"

"How would you know I was keeping my word, and not jerking off behind your back." I asked as Maxine kept massaging my full erection.

"I'd enforce it with some kind of punishment." She answered, and took a drag on her cigarette. "Well, I wouldn't even give you the power to disobey. It would be too tempting for it to work without some enforcement. I would have to make it virtually impossible for you to get any kind of release without permission. We'd need some kind of practical device." She then asked me if I had ever seen a device, something like a male chastity belt which would allow me to urinate and wash, that she could lock on for as long as she wanted it to be on, and would make an erection impossible. I said I would look around.

"We can start this next time. Tonight, I want to get some sleep."

And with that, Maxine rose from the couch, and walked up to the bedroom.

The next day, I stopped into a sex shop and bought the cock cage. That night when I brought it home from work, she asked me to demonstrate it. It was a tubular device with small metal bars for a soft penis to fit into, and leather straps to wrap around the balls to hold the device on. An erection was impossible and very painful with the device on. It could be "locked" by placing a tiny padlock through one of the holes in the leather strap.

Maxine asked me to wear the device under my clothing for the next day, unlocked, to see how it felt. That evening, she wanted me to try and masturbate, but the metal and leather device made an erection very painful. She then bent over me and began licking me through the metal bars of the device to get me hot, and the same result. The restricted erection hurt badly, and I had to fight it back to keep the pain away.

She led me over to the bed, and had me adjust my chastity harness tightly, but livably. She emptied the box it came in and found the tiny lock which fit the cage. She placed it through one of the holes in the leather strap that held the cage in place. She left the lock unlocked. "I see you can take this device off anytime you wish. In case of a medical emergency, all you have to do is cut this leather strap, and the lock comes right off too. And if you ever really want to take it off yourself, a simple scissors will do the trick. But I don't think that's what you actually want. I hope you can accept that I will be totally controlling your sexlife."

Maxine reached up and held my face in two hands, not tenderly, but like a child to whom she wanted to make a strong point. "This is very much like a castration. Can you come to terms with that?"

She looked at me with a slight smile, and I began to tear. Why was she being so cruel? She had reached down into my guts, twisted, and pulled them right out. And all with gentle words. I wondered if the basis for our sexual relationship over the last 10 years was centered on this, and whether by symbolically castrating me like this was part of her psychological need, a plan which began with her denying me intercourse and sexual contact. I saw she was getting hot just talking about this. She kissed away my tears, and held my head as she spoke. Her voice changed, and became authoritative and hard."

"The new rule is, this is my cock now and only?_ decide when this device is removed. If you ask me, it automatically stays on. If you hint that I should let you take it off, it automatically stays on. If you even seem like you're going to hint, it stays on. I hope you understand that this means that you will never again be able to just go off and masturbate like you did every night. I hold the key."

She stroked my penis, and it began to hurt again. She stopped when the pain was getting too extreme. "If at anytime, you decide you don't want this on, just take it off. But there's a penalty. You're never again to annoy me about our sex life, and I'll ignore you more than ever. I promise you that. So you have to decide: Is masturbating once or twice a day a better sex life that having my full attention to your denial 24-hours a day? Is having your penis locked away until I decide to let you have an erection and an orgasm the way you want to live your life from now on?"

"I don't know." I replied.

"Yes or no?"

I paused. "Yes"

"This is about as cruel a thing as I can ever imagine doing to a man in the prime of his sexual life. I love you very much, and if this total control over your orgasm and sex life will give us some peace, and settle the only real issue we fight over, then I can certainly stand depriving you in this way. After all, this may actually give me some relaxation."




Denial Ch. 01



she carried a full armload of groceries into the house. It was late afternoon and the heat was at its most intense. As she fumbled with the door she saw a small sign on the doorknob:

"Put the groceries away and come out to the pool" 

Surprise and interest flooded through her. Master shouldn't be home from the office for hours yet, and Mistress was still away on Her lecture tour. she was sharply aware of every moment Mistress had been gone. She had left strict orders that the pet was not allowed to cum until She got back, but that Master was in no way forbidden from playing with the "family pussy". Mistress had been gone a week and a half so far. she had been fucked every night but she hadn't broken the rule yet, but the going was getting more difficult daily. she realized she had been standing there wondering what was going on when the note had essentially been a direct order. she blushed and jumped to run into the house and finish with the groceries.

With the day's chore done she hurried out to the pool. The note had not indicated what she was to wear so she was naked, with her long dark hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes while she swam, if she was going to be swimming. Master wasn't there when she got to the pool but there was a note waiting on a large white box under the umbrella on the glass patio table. The note on the box said:

"Wear me, and get in the pool"

she opened the box and inside where what looked like four black balls with flat things on one end and connected with straps in sets of two. As she lifted one set out there was a small tag on them that said "legs". Looking closer she saw that the flat things where something like the flippers that scuba divers wore and her feet would fit very tightly in them. The balls were rolls of latex, that would roll up her legs like stockings. she set her right foot in the first fin and rolled the latex up her long leg. Just above her knee the smooth latex opened up into a series of cutouts that left her thighs bound but clearly visible. The latex molded to her skin like it had been poured on her. In a way, it probably had. When she had come here to stay Mistress had made a full body cast of her so that such items could be made with a perfect fit. 

Once she had her second leg cover she saw how the straps where suppose to fit. They attached each legging to a thin belt around her hips. The straps also ran between her legs, pulling her lips wide apart and leaving her clit and cunt open to air and water, it pulled at her ass as well leaving it also partially exposed. The arm sleeves where very similar, spreading her hands into webbed fins and going to webbing at her elbows, as well as lifting and displaying her full breasts.

She always felt deliciously embarrassed when Master had her displayed like this. Every aspect of her sexuality laid bare and accentuated so there could be no doubt what her place was here, what she was used for. she was still alone by the pool, but she knew she was not unwatched. Master could be at any of the windows as well as the ever present cameras set around the house that He activated where ever she was being played with.

she looked into the box and saw it was not empty. her two remote control eggs where sitting there along with a tube of lube and condoms to make sure they could be removed. This part she really did hate, lubeing up her own ass and putting the toy in... it was always something she enjoyed having done to her, and it was far more humiliating to do it herself. She turned to be sure the camera got the best view possible, taking some comfort in the thought that He would be watching and got both eggs inserted, the slippery pull and suck in her ass causing her to shiver in the heavy heated air. 

Now prepared she dove into the warm sun heated waters of the pool. The water slid along her body like a hundred hands caressing her. The latex encasing her extremities focused all that sensation in the center of her body. With each movement the water slid across her clit teasing it with pressureless sensation. The latex fins were surpriseingly effective and she moved through the water with speed, her limbs feeling long and strong in the water as she moved. As she adjusted to the feeling of the water she became aware of another sensation each kick of her legs caused the eggs with in her to rub against each other shooting new pleasures through her body. She began to quiver but she could not stop moving or she would sink. She knew Master would never let her drown, but she also knew that if he had to come save her she would be punished for her lack of control. She swam slowly, with as little kicking as possible, keeping the sensations from overwhelming her and adjusting to the mix of feelings. 

The water still ran across her breasts and clit and lightly touched her ass but she was able to enjoy the sensations without losing herself to them. The pleasure from the rubbing of the eggs still rolled through her but it had plateaued out and she could continue on now. She was able to notice the feel of the latex moving with her and hugging her, and the contrasting sensations in the webbing. After a few laps of steady swimming she saw a foot by the edge of the pool.

"Having a good swim, pet?" Master asked

"Yes, Sir. Thank You for the pretty fins." she answered promptly earning her a smile.

"Good girl, swim 20 more laps for Me and then come over to the steps." He said.

she began to swim again slowly, knowing that if He was here now... Just as she thought it the buzzing began deep with her. The egg in her cunt went off first, causing her to miss a stroke, even though she knew it would be coming. she felt herself sinking into the water and forced herself to move, The strong kick of her legs push the vibrating egg into its companion separated my only the thin barrier of skin. The other egg buzzed as well as the vibrations moved through it and she lost her stroke again. Valiantly she moved her arms and began to move again, with the buzzing filling her, just as she was beginning to adjust to the sensation where it was, it stopped and she was able to gulp for air as she swam, 5 laps down. 

But her rest was only momentary, for less than a lap later the other egg started up. Rather than making her miss her strokes this egg seemed to propel her onward, her every movement driving the sensations deeper within her until she realized she was in danger of breaking Mistresses orders. She slowed her stokes and tried too remember to use mostly her arms. 10 laps. Now the rear egg shut off and the front came on again, she struggled to maintain her control. "Swim," she thought, " left arm, right arm, keep moving." now the sensations where switching back and forth at unpredictable intervals, keeping her from establishing an order, from making the pattern that would help her keep control. 15 laps. Now both eggs were on at once, when had that happened, she couldn't think. move move move, God! move. her awareness was slipping away. The warm water seemed red. The intensity of both eggs kept changing, still keeping her off balance. Only two thoughts stayed in her mind: Keep swimming, can't cum. They echoed in the head with each breath, with each movement of her arms. 18 laps.

Almost there, the pleasure rode her, her world was barely big enough to include the air above her she couldn't remember to breath when her head was up. Keep swimming, can't cum. She turned over on her back and gasped air her arms moving wildly barely able to propel her, she kicked, shooting sensations deeper but also gaining the pool edge. 19 laps. Almost there, keep swimming, can't cum can't can't can't. The order seemed more impossible with each second but she kept going, she would Do it. she would be good! Almost almost, the haze filled her mind even more, after 20she was suppose to... go.. go where, oh these feelings, please, No! can't! Steps, that was it, through the fog in her mind the order came to her, when she was done she had to go to the steps. There was the wall. her limbs were quivering with held back energy. her fingers touched it. 20 laps! The buzzing stopped. she swam awkwardly to the steps.

Master waited there; He was smiling broadly at her. He reached down and lifted her out of the pool smoothing the hair that had escaped away form her face. "That's my good girl!" He said and kissed her soundly and held her for a moment before laying her down on her stomach on a mat at the edge of the pool, letting the air chill and then warm and relax her as it dried her. He continued murmuring words of praise as He sat near her touching her lightly. Telling her how good she was, how obedient, how strong she was to live up to all His expectations. Slowly she began to drift back to herself from the candy colored haze she'd been in. 

she felt his hands slide along her with more solidity as they slid along her back and down between her legs. the water had washed away all her own wetness as she swam, but now as He began to slowly pull the eggs from her body, the wetness trapped behind them rushed out to coat her and make her slick all over again. He chuckled low in His chest as He ran His fingers through that wetness. 

"Able to take some more, pet?" He asked. 

"As You wish, Sir." she answered, not all sure she could contain herself, but not prepared to deny Him either. 

"I have more faith in your strength than you do, pretty one." He murmured, pouring oil down the cleft of her ass as He slowly removed the second egg from her body.

she had only a moment to feel the emptiness before He filled her Himself. The action of the egg had her fully open and ready for Him and He drove into her full force causing her to cry out rock herself back onto Him. He pressed deep within her pushing out everything and filling her with Himself. Sensation erupted anew within her, blinding her eyes and centering her whole being on the point where He slid in and out of her faster and faster growing even harder as His own passion built. she felt her control slipping as she began to follow Him, her passion governed by His. she heard an odd sound behind her like... beeping? Something hard was pressed against her ear. 

“Hello, pet." Mistress's warm voice flowed over her like a touch. Mistress! Mistress could...

"Hello, ah, My Lady" she gasped, as Master continued pounding her even while He held the phone to her ear. Mistress made a low purring sound that shook her, "Now what caused that noise my pet?"

"Master is.... is fucking my ass right... right now, Mistress," she managed to get out. She was becoming dizzy, but Mistress's voice was something she could hang onto.

"He tells me you've been a very good girl so far, darling, and so He's taking the next two days off to be home with you till I get home on Saturday." Mistress said. 

With the sensations rushing through her and Master's cock feeling as though it were pounding all the way into her brain she couldn't quite make sense of the words. The lower half of her body felt like it was melting in pleasure. With each stroke Master seemed to be pulling her out of herself and then thrusting her back in a wave of incandescent pleasure, but still she held on to that last scrap of control.

"Two more days, with Him and if you can hang on then when I get home will give all that tension up to Me in more pleasure than you've ever know." Mistress whispered, and on those words she felt Master explode within her and she locked her jaws an strained with all her might against the towering pleasure that was poised to crash down over her. In straining against herself her nearly pushed herself out of her own skull, but she held on.

"Yes, My Lady, I will obey, You will be proud of me," she gasped into the phone as Master laid His head on her back.

"We already are, beloved," Mistress murmured, "We already are."



Denial Ch. 01



Dedicated to my one and only, my beloved Master who inspires so much in me in all ways.

After a pleasant dinner of hot, homemade soup and biscuits on a cold, winter night she rose from the table and took their bowls into the kitchen. As she came back to the table to take the soup pot he reached over and caressed her ass.

"Good dinner, baby. You've never made that soup before. Where did you find the recipe?" he smiled up at her as he rubbed her plump ass cheek.

"I found it on the internet. I felt like trying something new. Did you like the lentils?"

"Yes, that was good. I've never had lentil soup before. What was that green stuff?" he laughed.

"Red Swiss chard," she giggled as he gave her a funny look. "Well, the leaf is green but the stems and veins are red. The ingredients seemed kind of strange when I first read the recipe, but sounded good. I thought it came out well for a first try," she smiled down at him as he squeezed her cheek then softly slapped it.

"Well, it looked kind of strange when you lifted the lid and served it up. The bits of ham were a nice touch. It was really good. Thank you sweetie." He stood up and stretched. "I've got to review a report I'm writing for work. But I don't think I'll be too long." He kissed her cheek then made his way to his office. She sighed as she watched him go then turned to the kitchen to clean up the dishes and soup pot.

She went to the TV room but found nothing of interest on the tube. She let it drone on as she grabbed her book and snuggled into the couch to read. It was a historical novel, which she was very interested in, but after several pages, her mind wandered to him sitting in the other room, clicking away on his keyboard. She thought of his wonderful fingers, tapping away on the keys, wishing those fingers were caressing her body. As she tried to read her fingers absentmindedly stroked across her nipples through her tee shirt. She was braless and her nipples instantly rose to attention. She unconsciously squirmed a little, feeling a warmth grow between her thighs.

She sighed and set the book face down beside her and picked up the remote control to surf the channels again. Flipping through various shows she went from the weather channel to the home improvement channels to the cooking channels. She felt restless and nothing on the TV seemed to alleviate her distraction. She got up from the couch and stretched then went into the kitchen opening the refrigerator door. As the cold air spilled out across her she felt a tingle in her hard little nubs and she rubbed her palm across them. She kept a bag of Dove dark chocolate pieces in the bottom drawer and grabbed two, standing in the cold air she unwrapped one and popped it into her mouth. As it began to melt on her tongue she closed the refrigerator and went back to the TV room and slumped down onto the couch.

She sat and stared at the TV screen watching two chefs battling it out on some cooking contest and enjoyed the bittersweet taste of the dark chocolate envelope her taste buds. The sweet confection was so creamy and rich causing her to think of his cum filling her mouth. She smiled to herself, feeling naughty, feeling horny. She wanted him. They'd been so busy from work and so tired the last couple of days that at night they'd merely cuddled and kissed before falling asleep. But tonight she was hungry for more, yearning for his hot touch and sweet control over her body. She unwrapped the second chocolate and slid it into her mouth biting down hard into its silky, hard smoothness. Her hand wandered down to her crotch and she rubbed herself through her satin pajama pants. Not wearing panties she could feel the wetness had already begun to seep through the thin material and she couldn't help reaching inside her pants and rubbing her swelling clit with her fingertip. She thought of his cock in her mouth surrounded by the bittersweet chocolate and smiled.

Only thinking of her growing need for him she turned off the TV and strolled to his office pausing at the doorway to watch him for a moment. She liked watching him when he was unaware. He was bent slightly forward engrossed in his report. He was so sweet, handsome, her cuddly man. He was one to work hard, rarely distracted from his objection and although playing was never thought less of, when he was determined to work that is what came first. He liked getting it out of the way to enjoy himself without distraction later. She admired his dedicated concentration. But she really wanted him, needed him, and she was not at all distracted from her own goal.

She came up from behind him, pushing her full, soft breasts against the back of his neck and leaned down wrapping her arms around his big shoulders and rubbed his upper chest with her hands. He grinned and tilted his head back and up and they kissed deeply, passionately. He raised his hand back to her breast and squeezed it hard then teased her erect nipple with his fingers.

"Take off your clothes," he whispered huskily. He swiveled around in his chair and relaxed to watch her. She smiled seductively and crossed her arms down in front of her grasping the hem of her tee shirt then slowly raised it up over her belly, past her luscious full breasts, then over her shoulders and head and tossed her shirt on the desk. She eased her hands under her tits and raised them up as if offering them to him. Instead she leaned her face down and licked one nipple and sucked it in showing off for him. He smiled at her coquettish display. She knew how much that excited him and she was trying so hard to entice him into playing with her. Then she sucked her other nipple for a moment and proceeded to pull her pants down slowly bending before him so he could see her big breasts hanging provocatively for him. She pulled her feet free of the pants then stood up straight smiling at him. "Turn around and bend forward from your waist."

As she did so he reached out and gently grabbed her hips pulling her backward closer to him. He delicately ran his fingers from the base of her spine over her ass cheeks and down her thighs. She shivered and squirmed wishing to feel his fingers dip into her hot, wet slit. He laughed softly to see her hungry response but did not reward her with what she desired. Instead he slapped her ass and delighted in her gasp. He slapped her again and watched her full round cheek jiggle in response. He continued to spank her turning her ass pink and feeling the heat from her skin against his stinging palm.

"You're a bad girl, coming in here and distracting me like this. You know I have work to do. You deserve to be spanked and spanked hard!" he growled as he swatted her harder several more times. She rested her hands on her knees to be able to hold up against his spanking and groaned with the painful pleasure spreading across her ass cheeks. The rosy lips of her wet pussy were too inviting and he leaned toward her and began to lick her soft skin, lapping up her juices. "You taste so wonderful my lovely slut. You are such a brat, though," he whispered. He purposely avoided her clit as the tip of his tongue swirled in the dripping folds of her sweet pussy. Then he pulled back and whacked her ass hard and pushed her away causing her to stumble forward and stand up. "Go to bed. I'll be there in a while. I need to finish this report and you're not helping. Are you looking for trouble?" he grinned at her.

"No, Sir," she lied as she smiled and looked down at the floor in false shame.

"Bullshit. But I like you wanting me, you cheeky slut. Go to bed and warm up the sheets for me." He turned away from her back to the computer and resumed working. She stood there for a moment, frowning and wondered why she had failed to pull him away from his work. Then in a disgruntled huff she pulled her shirt from his desk, grabbed up her pants and left him to his report.

She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, washed her face, then climbed into bed in frustration. Her bottom was a little sore but not so bad that she could not lay on her back. She played with her tits, rolling and pinching her nipples and squeezed her legs together wishing he was there. She tossed and turned for a while and glanced at the clock was surprised to notice it had been at least an hour since she'd left him. It was nearly midnight when she finally gave into her boredom and fell asleep. At 12:30 he wrapped things up, satisfied with the report, and turned off the computer. He went to the TV room and turned off the light then headed to the bedroom. He stood by the bed and gazed at her body, her pale skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the bedside lamp. The sheets were tangled around her legs and her round, full breasts were so beautiful they way they laid against her chest with her nipples erect from the cool air. It was apparent she had been restless. Poor baby, he thought. He undressed and eased into bed next to her. She rolled over and woke up, gazing at him with a sleepy, sexy expression. She smiled as his hand captured one of her breasts and he pulled her to him so he could suck her dark pink nub. Then he squeezed both of her tits together so he could suck and bite on both of her nipples.

"You horny little slut, what's got into you, tonight?" he moaned against her breasts.

"I was hoping you would get into me tonight. I want you," she sighed happily.

"Oh, you do? Show me," he said as he guided her hand to his semi-erect cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly stroked him. He bit into her breast and she gasped with pleasure. Then she pulled free from his grasp and wriggled down to his crotch to lick his growing dick. He laid back and relaxed as she kissed and licked his shaft, pulling his head into her hot mouth. He moaned with sweet pleasure feeling her suck on his thick knob. "Such a sweet cock slut," he whispered and rested his hand on the top of her head, stroking her soft hair. She sucked harder, sliding up and down on his thick staff, swirling her tongue around his head. Suddenly he pulled on her hair causing her to squeal in pain and pulled her up to him, face to face. He passionately kissed her then pushed her onto her back. He leaned down and sucked hard on her tits holding her hands above her head.

"My little wanton bitch! What do you want? You want me to fuck you?" his voice was husky with lust.

"Oh yes, please!" she moaned and squirmed against his body trying to raise her hips up for him. He moved down and settled between her thighs, kissing and licking her soft, pale flesh. "Oh, please, suck my pussy!"

"Whose pussy? Who do you belong to?"

"Your pussy! I belong to you!"

"Yes, you belong to me, slut. Don't forget yourself." He bit into her thigh and she yelped and jerked her leg away spreading her thighs wider. His hands reached under her ass and he pressed his lips to her soft, bare pussy, kissing and biting her. He loved listening to her moan and feel her move her hips up and down. "You were very bad tonight, trying to distract me from work. You really deserve punishment not pleasure."

"But Master, you already spanked me for bothering you in your office! Please, just love me now!" she whimpered. His hot tongue licked between her pussy lips and she shivered with fierce need.

"Do you know how difficult it was for me to concentrate after I sent you to bed? Why do you think it took me so long to finish?" He stretched one arm up her torso and grabbed one of her tits with his hand, tightly squeezing her nipple until she cringed and cried out. Then he pulled away from her sopping cunt and rose up on his knees and slapped her breasts. She grunted in surprise as her eyes widened looking up at him. He felt her raise her hips in a heated invitation to his hard cock jutting out at her.

"Please, fuck me, Master, please!" she begged him. She raised her hands as if to grab his swollen cock but he grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head. She groaned in frustration, closing her eyes and turning her head away.

"No" he said softly. Yet he rubbed the head of his dick against her slick lips. He loved feeling how ready she was for him. But it was all in vain.

"Yes! Please! You know you want to! Please?" she whimpered, still not looking at him.

"No," he calmly replied feigning lost interest. "It's late and I'm tired. We both have to get up early for work tomorrow." He released her hands and lay down on his back beside her. His cock did ache and he did want to fuck her. But he also loved teasing her with denial. She rubbed her pussy up against his leg with an agitated need. Her hands rubbed his chest, her fingers pinched his small, hard nipples and moved down to his hot, thick cock trying to stroke him into relenting to her desire. But he remained steadfast in his denial of her, fueling her frustration. Somewhat reluctantly he pushed her hand away and rolled to his side with his back to her. He really did want to fuck her; he was hot to come hard inside her tight cunt. But the thrill of forcing her to wait was slightly more exciting then allowing her fulfillment.

"Go to sleep, baby. I love you. Tomorrow is Friday and we'll have the whole weekend to play. And believe me you're going to need your rest my love." He sighed and closed his eyes and licked his lips still able to taste her sweet juices. He heard her sigh heavily in aggravation and he almost laughed but contained himself with a broad smile as he mentally calmed his hard dick to soften against his thigh. It was difficult, he was horny for her, but he wanted to push her patience. He knew the reward would be well worth it for both of them.

She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. He listened as she turned the water on and splashed around and he imagined she was dousing her hot pussy with the cold water. Then he heard the water shut off and the door open. She came back to bed and did not even lie close to him, instead lying with her back to him. He knew she was probably pouting. He supposed he was being mean, but she would get plenty, if not more, than she wanted over the weekend. He had some fun in mind…



Denial Ch. 01



Each time you do this, it always starts the same. You would think by now that you would be used to it, but each time, it sends shivers up your spine.

The appointed time arrives, you leave your house wearing the same outfit: long coat, nothing out of the ordinary, with everyday pumps and thigh highs. 

Anyone looking at you would not know that anything was out of the ordinary, could not tell that you were naked under the coat.

The limo is waiting at the curb, as always, and you get in, letting the coat slip off your shoulders as you slide into the bench seat. The cool smooth leather on your ass is the first sensation that reminds you that you are not going to the theater, at least not the movie theater.

And each time you carefully fold your coat and place it on the seat next to you, slide off your stockings and shoes, folding the stockings carefully on top of the coat.

You remember that neatness counts – and remember the stinging on your ass from the first time when you didn't know how important this was.

The car drives off, as usual, without word from the driver. You let your mind wander to the previous evenings, or was it weekends, you don't remember how long it was, and wonder what is in store this time.

You think back to the auction, being led in to the crowded room, the way the room went silent as you were led forward. You remember the feeling of the collar which forced you to hold your head up high, the heels – impossibly high – that you some how managed to walk in, the tugging of the leash. And then the stage – oh, the stage.

You feel yourself getting wet thinking about the stage. You were not bound, but were held, in various positions, by you don't know how many people, your body stroked by so many people that the sensations blurred, hands, fingers, tongues. You remember being bent forward, your hands on the spread thighs of an elegantly dressed woman, at least she would have been elegantly dressed if not for the fact that her dress was hiked up, her legs spread. You remember the feeling of her hands on the back of your head, pulling you down toward her, the sensation of other hands holding your arms behind you, stressing your shoulders, the burn in your shoulders, as fingers spread you open, probing you.

The car bounces over a pot hole, jarring you away from the daydream, and you realize that you have been absentmindedly stroking yourself.

The car turned into a drive, you hear the crunch of gravel under the tires, but keep looking straight ahead. Even though there is no one else in the car, and you doubt there is a camera, you know what behavior is expected.

You exit the limo feeling to cool night air on your naked body, and walk towards the entrance. The thought crosses your mind, that you are so used to walking naked that you don't even notice it any more. You feel the cool slick marble of the stairs under your feet as you walk up the wide staircase and enter the large house. 

You've never been here before but enter without reservation or hesitation. 

A butler inside tells you to follow him – he is polite, appropriately deferential for a butler, and does not make you feel like anything less than a lady, just because you entered the house naked. He must know what is in store for you, in general terms at least, but he doesn't show it.

You enter a dimly lit room and are led to a chair. There are two male slaves standing next to the chair who help you into it.

It is different than any chair you have ever seen before, but you have little time to examine it as you are lowered into it.

The seat is open in the center, exposing you from below. Each leg is fitted into a separate frame, straps holding the leg in place, several starting at the ankle and moving up to the calf and thighs. Your arms are similarly strapped to arm holders, hinged at the elbow and shoulder, fully articulating. Finally your torso and head and strapped in so that you are completely immobilized and cannot move even your head.

One of the slaves stands in front of you with a remote control – he is obviously going to show you what the chair can do. As he manipulates the controls, the chair lifts up into the air and tilts, first to the left and then the right, then forward and backward. Another set of controls spreads your legs, and your arms, turns you head to the left and right, and tilts it back.

The most amazing part is that the chair can be made to lie flat, like a bed. You try to figure out how this can work, but can't. All you know is that you are laying flat on your back, still strapped into what was originally a chair, your arms securely bound, your legs also bound and spread open. The chair then folds itself, and you with it, back into the shape of a chair and the two slaves leave.

The lights dim and you are, you believe, alone.

It is impossible to tell how long you sat there in the dimly lit room. You feel something moving underneath you, slowly, pressing against your pussy, pressing into you. The sensation is quite different from anything you have experienced before. It is excruciatingly slow, almost imperceptible, and obviously very tapered – starting out at almost a point and getting wider and wider the deeper and deeper it goes inside of you. 

You feel yourself getting fuller and fuller until you don't believe you can take any more – it has gotten amazingly wide at the base, stretching you. You also fee something pressing against your clit, vibrating gently, steadily. Before you get accustomed to all of this, you feel something slick against your ass, lube being inserted, followed by the same slow, insistent filling that your pussy just received. 

The vibration on your clit increases as your ass is filled, again, excruciatingly slowly, getting wider and wider as it goes deeper and deeper into your ass. 

You feel the sweat running down your face but are completely immobilized, and completely filled. The device in your ass starts to vibrate, a slow steady vibration, that is translated through your body, reinforced by the device in your pussy and on your clit.

Slow, even vibration, not enough for you to cum, but enough for you to get more and more excited. You feel your juices flowing down your thighs, feel you body tense, as the vibrations change speed, as the devices flex inside of you. 



Denial Ch. 01



"How often will you allow me to masturbate." I asked.

"Whenever I think of it, not you."

I thought about the idea of denial, and realized that a few days or a week without masturbating might actually highten my orgasm when I do have one. I began to get hard.

Maxine saw my excitement and smiled " Remember, the thought of allowing you any sexual relief at all has to be my idea. And when the device does come off, I'll decide how you get relief."

She pulled me to her, and stroked my restricted penis again getting me hard.

"I don't know how I'll react if it becomes a reality." I answered honestly. I was a bit scared over the power Maxine now had.

"I think you'll react fine. This is something you need deep down. Since I love you, I want you to have what you really need. So, do we try it?" She had her hand poised on the lock, waiting for the go-ahead from me to lock it. I thought for a second, and realized that I was very excited and a little afraid. She was probably right. Deep down, this probably was what I had always secretly wanted. I nodded my head, and heard the lock click.

The first few nights, the pressure increased and I kept waiting for Maxine to go into her night table and take out the key. But she didn't. She would go to sleep holding me, and pushing her breasts into my back. She also made it a point to expose herself to me and turn the conversation to sex as often as she could.

A week after being locked up, I was about to burst. The summer evening was warm, so Maxine came to bed naked. She layed down and held me.

As I was trying to sleep, I started getting hard. Suddenly, on impulse, I gently took Maxine's hand and brought it to my penis. Her reaction was swift.

Maxine took hold of my caged penis, and began to coax it to fuller erection. She was speaking very low, but very distinctly from behind me. "So, the pressure is getting to you, is it?"

I nodded and grinded my hips against her hand. The pain was getting intense. "It's been a week, and you want an orgasm, I bet."

I sheepisly laughed.

"It is funny, isn't it. For me to see you like this, that is. Hot the way you are." She breathed into my face and stroked my caged cock. "You want my mouth there, don't you."

I nodded. She replied in a whisper. "I am so hot. I have been for days, but what is making me hot is your situation. Your frustration makes me so fucking hot! You're making me hotter now with your cock locked up than I ever was with it free."

I said nothing as she ground her body against mine. "Do you know what would make me so hot?"

I shrugged.

"Extending this frustration another two months."

"What?!?" I replied.

"I told you not to hint." She gave a few more fevered strokes, and then let go. "Go to sleep. You've no other choice."

We didn't speak a word about it from that point on. I was a "good boy" and didn't hint at all. A week went by, then two, then . . .

On a Saturday night two months later, Maxine came into our room, and tossed me the key to open up the cock lock. True to my word, I hadn't nagged her or even hinted for any relief. The sexual tension had built up in me fiercely so at the beginning, everything got me excited, but the pain when I got an erection quickly forced me to think myself soft.

A few times she had me finger her to orgasm, and the cage was very uncomfortable the way it restricted my penis. So, when she finally let me remove it, my cock momentarily sprung to life, but curiously began getting soft again. It stayed at a halfway erection, with a dull pain deep inside me. Maxine just stared and half smiled at my wilting erection. "You're not so hard now, big shot."

She told me to lie down on the bed, and she immediately began lowering her crotch onto my face. I looked up expectantly for her pussy to settle on my mouth, but my wife instead was lowering her ass onto my face. I tried to get to her pussy, but she was too quick. "I want you to tongue me in the back." The depravity of it all got to me, and as soon as her hand touched my penis it betrayed me. I began to have a weak orgasm. I wasn't even totally erect. It was very unfulfilling, like a 1/3 rd orgasm. Would it be like this everytime. Would I ever be able to get an erection and have a solid orgasm again?

"Please give me a rest, and let me try again," I asked her, as she wiped stray drops of my cum off her breasts.

"No!!" she asked. And even as my penis was still glistening, and my first orgasm in two months was subsiding, Maxine took the chastity device and began strapping it on me. She clicked the lock, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Say goodbye till Christmas, honey."

It was only September. I held back my tears.

She looked at me with a slight smile, and I began to tear. Why was she being so cruel? She had reached down into my guts, twisted, and pulled them right out of my body.

This was my lot in life now.



Denial Ch. 02



I noted, after being locked in the cock cage for the first time in 1985, I thought that I would only have to wait a few days to be unlocked and allowed to masturbate. The rule was that I was not allowed to "even LOOK like I was hinting for her to unlock me." She would just extend my denial further if I did. That first time, instead of a few days, I was locked away for two months before she decided I should be permitted relief. When she took the cage off, I came almost immediately, was totally unfulfilled, and despite my begging, she locked me back in the cock cage, vowing to keep me locked in for four months, until Christmas.

During the next few months, I began to get more fully involved in my business, doing extra projects during evenings, as I couldn't spend time masturbating. A marked change came over Maxine, which had begun very slightly ever since my penis was locked away. Her sexual desire increased, from what was a once a sex drive that needed fulfilling every few months, to once monthly, then almost weekly cunnilingus, something she had expressed distaste for in the past. Although I was not allowed to mention that I myself was sexually frustrated, she and I talked very frankly about her own new sexual desire. It was like a new toy to her, and she was as relaxed as I had ever seen her. She shed 20 lbs., dressed more nicely, and we were very happy all around.

But after three more months of deprivation, I was becoming very frustrated. Maxine's desire had increased to the point where her orgasms were becoming more explosive, and she asked me to put two, then three fingers in her vagina while I licked her clit. "I need SOMETHING in there, but not your cock." She explained. I satisfied her this way, now twice or three times weekly.

We had agreed to talk at the six month mark (mid-December) about how it was working out. That night, she allowed me to talk to her about how I was feeling. I held back the tears as I told her that there was a constant sexual stimulation, it was never off my mind, and that I really needed sexual release. "Now that your desire has increased, why can't we just get into a more active sex life."

She said that she was sorry if it seemed cruel, but that this was what we each agreed would work. "My desires are really separate from all this. The most important thing is," Maxine added, "you're also making better use of your time in the evenings. If you hadn't noticed, your income has gone up about 20%." I had noticed that I was putting in more evening hours tending to my small consultant business and not jerking off evenings, and it was showing. She looked at me proudly, expecting me to thank her for enforcing my denial.

She continued to talk, and let me know that she had been doing a lot of thinking about her new sex drive, and concluded that she had apparently felt threatened by my penis all these years, and was avoiding sex because of the fear. Having control over my penis now freed her from this fear, and allowed her to feel more desire. She thanked me for it, and asked me if I was happy for her. I had no choice but to say yes.

A week later, on Christmas morning, I was awakened by Maxine locking our bedroom door. Naked, she crawled hungrily across our bed, and began unlocking my cock cage. She took it off, and put it aside. Then she slowly began massaging my penis. I was in heaven. She reached into her night table, and took out a bottle of baby oil. She began oiling and massaging my whole genital area. She kissed me, and thanked me for all of the pleasure I had given her for the last four months. She said that I probably wouldn't have to wait four months till next time. I thanked her.

She got my penis rock hard, and I could feel myself holding back an orgasm from her hot hands. "Don't come." she whispered as she leaned over to kiss me hotly, and nibbled on my ear as she worked her hands over my penis. This was the closest to love-making I had been in seven months.

Maxine then firmly, but gently pushed he flat onto my back, and slid around to straddle me. I expected her to lower her asshole over my mouth like last time, but instead, she moved lower, and began to lower her vagina onto my penis, and put it slowly into her vagina. "Please don't come," she implored. It sounded like she was begging. I tried to hold back, and got a little softer in the process. She began to frown. "Stay hard. I need you harder!" She was trying to keep the edge out of her voice, but I felt her anger.

She then began to squeeze my penis with her vagina, something she had never done before. As soon as I felt this, I began to explode. I heard her moan, "Damn you!" as I was coming, and she jumped off my now exploding penis, greatly ruining my first real orgasm in more than half a year.

She sat up, lit a cigarette and just glared at me. ""Why'd you come so fast. I needed to have you hard, and inside me. What happened to you? Can't you control yourself like a man anymore??"

I had no answer. We both knew that four months of enforced stimulation and celibacy had combined to wreak havoc on my potency and control. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry means shit!" She calmed down, and told me to put the cock cage back on. I did, and in ritual fashion, I walked to her side of the bed and she clicked the lock shut. She took a drag on her cigarette and glared at me. "We'll try again on Valentine's Day." That was almost two months away.

In the next two months, Maxine joined a health club, and went evenings to work out. She was very excited about it, and she would enthusiastically share with me her progress in weights, and aerobics. She was developing a body better than she had ever had, and in a way it hurt that she had never made this effort earlier in our marriage.

Valentine's Day came, and that evening, when we put our daughter to sleep, I expected that she would come in and free my cock, as promised. She didn't, but put on her face cream, and lied down to go to sleep. I sat up as she was trying to sleep, and interrupted her sleep a few times with innocent questions. I was getting more and more frustrated, and finally asked her what date it was.

"February 14th," She replied groggily.

"St. Valentine's Day. Have you forgotten anything?" I said.

She sat bolt upright in bed and stared angrily at me. "I told you no hints!! You were hinting!!"

I began to stammer, "No I wasn't."

"Yes you were!!" She pouted, lied back down, turned her back, and said very softly. "The next time you get unlocked is April Fools Day. And if you say even one word, I'll make it Memorial Day."

I was silent because I feared that if I said anything about it, she would, indeed, keep me locked up for the next five months. I wept myself to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, My wife Maxine asked me to buy a large vibrating dildo which I would use to try and satisfy her while I was locked away. I brought home one which was about eight inches long, and I thought quite thick, but we tried it and she asked me to get her an even bigger one. "Imagine a cock as large as you yourself have ever wanted. Then, bring me that one."

The one I found was easily twelve inches long, and almost eight inches in circumference. When Maxine unwrapped it, she gave me a big smile. "Wow! Now that's a dildo!" She then made me drop my pants, and she held it next to my own, which was an unfair comparison because mine was locked up, and soft. "Too bad it isn't real, huh. Now, a penis like this would give any woman pleasure. And it never comes too early or gets soft. Doesn't it make you envious?"

We spent the next few weeks trying to work the large dildo into her pussy. At first, she couldn't take it all, but got very excited trying to get it in. "Get me hot for it first," she would implore, and I would use my fingers and my mouth to get her ready. She use every subtle trick to get me as hot as can be, testing my own response. She would hand me the dildo, and I would try to get it in, with Maxine giving me very explicit directions. "Play it around my lips, and over the clit. Tease me with it." But she couldn't get the dildo in all the way.

The last few days before April Fools Day, we finally succeeded.

One day, she laid out a dildo harness on the bed, and I feared that she wanted to sodomize me with it. She laughed. "Does that turn you on also?" She smiled at me in an evil way. "No, I'm not going to fuck your ass with this. Well not now, anyway. But I'll keep that in mind for the future."

What she wanted was for me to strap on the dildo with the harness and fuck her with it. I looked at her quizzically, and she answered. "It's perfect. You provide the movement, and the dildo provides the excitement."

As I positioned myself over her and between her legs, she took hold of the dildo and the back of my neck and pulled me to her. "Now forget that you even have a cock. This is your cock now." She was very excited, and arched up to the dildo, and I moved as if it were my cock. She whispered hotly. "Don't you wish you had a cock like this."

The evening of April Fool's Day finally rolled around, and I said nothing. Maxine came into the bedroom at bedtime, and began taking her clothing off. Again, I could tell she was hot. Finally, she was wearing only a pair of white panties, and as we stood at the side of the bed, she took my hand and guided one of my fingers into her vagina. She never lost contact with my eyes. "I don't know what it is about having your penis locked away like this, but it makes me very, very hot for you. Waiting this long for it excites me too. Wasn't this a great idea?" She asked.

I dare not say to her that at least she has had dozens of orgasms over the last five months, while I've had none. As she stepped out of her panties, I saw her looking at me almost daring me to complain. Her face got soft again and she said "Please make it good this time." We lay down on the bed, and began touching and kissing. She still hadn't unlocked my cock cage. She gave me a deep French kiss which gave me a jolt of hardness, and my cock painfully strained against the cock cage.

"Are you okay?" Maxine asked.

"It just hurts a bit."

Maxine looked at me quizzically. "What hurts?"

Was this a trap? "The cock cage."

Maxine looked at me in a threatening way. "Are you hinting that I should remove it?"

I shook my head and held back the tears. Maxine looked me straight in the eyes, knowing that I was hanging on every word. She held my eyes in a half smile. "Beg me for more denial."

"No. Please, no." I implored in a teary voice.

"Beg me," She insisted.

I paused as she was stroking my cock. "I beg you for more denial."

"You sound so pathetic!" She answered, and removed the key from the chain around her neck. Maxine stared at me and dangled it casually, making my eyes beg. She then slowly unlocked the cock lock.

She took my hand and began to massage my penis with it, but again I had trouble getting fully hard. She was trying hard to stroke me to an erection. "If you leave the cage off for a few days . . . " I begged.

She ignored this and continued directing my own hand. I could feel the incredible heat coming from her body. I could see the moisture between her legs.

"But . . ."

She kept working my hand with hers. "You'll just have to get hard. Concentrate! The lock goes right back on after you come."

I couldn't get a solid erection, and began panicking, and went almost totally soft. She got disgusted, and walked across the room and sat in a chair. She told me to masturbate myself.

When I was done, she looked hurt. "Are you trying to punish me by not getting hard. Is that what's going on deep down inside you? You know who's going to get hurt more?" She tossed me the cock cage, I put it on, and she impatiently crooked her finger for me to come over to her for her to lock it. She didn't say a word about when it would be unlocked next.

We had gotten into a life rhythm which circumvented our new sexual arrangement. Discussion of it almost never spilled over into everyday conversation (certainly not from me because I was petrified that she would think I was hinting for her to release me, and would therefore as punishment, would keep my penis locked up even longer.)

We had never really gotten into dancing or clubbing, but as Maxine was feeling better about herself, losing even more weight and paying much more attention to her looks, when mid- June came, and the school year was ending, she felt that she wanted to start going out more. She explained her new energy: "Since I'm not escaping you in the evenings by falling asleep early to avoid sex, I have a lot more energy at night. Wouldn't it be fun to take advantage of it."

A month later, on my One Year Anniversary in the cock cage, we found a club in the area which sounded nice, got into our disco clothes, and went to "celebrate." (Maxine's words) Never a very flamboyant person, Maxine was getting looks from everywhere. She was wearing a tiny black dress, and she had added glitter to her hair. Contrary to her cheerleader looks, she was wearing heavy makeup, a lot of perfume and very high heels. She completed it all with a fake tattoo of a red spider on the top of her cleavage.

We danced on the disco floor, and as the night wore on, she had more to drink, but strongly suggested that I not drink at all. "You have to drive," she said, "And besides, I know that drinking makes you horny, and that could cause you discomfort."

As we were sitting resting from a dance, I noticed that she was staring wide-eyed and hotly at a tall, good-looking young man with dark hair and mustache across the room. He was the tallest, strongest looking man in the room, and it appeared that he worked at the place as a bouncer. "God, he's gorgeous," Maxine gasped to herself as she sipped her drink. I thought she'd begin to drool as she kept her eyes riveted. "I want to meet him. Invite him over to our table, honey, would you?"

Feeling like a puppy dog, I went over to introduce him, and invite him over. A few minutes later, he came over to the table and introduced himself as Richie, part owner of the club. He bought us a round of drinks, and we talked. He and Maxine got along very well, and soon were practically ignoring me. He caught the eye of two other men, his partners, and soon they also came over and we all began talking.

Richie leaned over and whispered something to one of his friends, and then ordered another round of drinks.

A few minutes later, he and Maxine got up, and stepped away from the table. I thought they were going to dance, but he said that he was just going to show her around the rest of the club. As I was hemmed in by the two other guys at the table, I couldn't easily get up, so I had to just let them go. She blew me a kiss, winked and they were off.

I kept my eye on them for a moment, as he stood near the dance floor and was pointing out the sound system and lighting. She hung on his every word. I tried to keep conversation going with his two partners.

Richie brought Maxine over to introduce her to the D.J., and then to the bartender. I then felt an incredible pang of jealousy, because he was introducing her as if she were his date.

In a few moments, they disappeared into the back, where his offices were. I checked my watch. It was 1:05 a.m.

As the time rolled on, I was getting more uneasy, but as I had begun drinking, I lost track of time, but Tony, the bartender, came by and said that Maxine needed her pocketbook. I said I'd bring it to her, but he just took it and said he would bring it to her. I looked at my watch, it was 2:00 and Maxine wasn't back yet.

When I made a move to get up and go look for her, one of Richie's partners gently pushed me down by the shoulders "Have another drink. She'll be back soon." There was no real menace in his voice, just a reassuring tone that I could do nothing about what was going on anyway, so why kick up a fuss.

At 3:05, she finally appeared with Richie from his office. She was wide eyed and smiling. She was slightly flushed, and they were laughing hysterically about something. When they reached my table, they told me that Richie was going to drive us home. It was all beginning to jumble together because I had had four or five drinks in the last hour to relax.

Walking to Richie's car, Maxine pulled me close and whispered "Don't worry, honey. Everything's fine. It's the first time I ever tried cocaine. Wow!" She then gave me a deep kiss which rocked my socks. "Just wait till we get home."

I was still tipsy, and when Richie's car was brought around, so was ours. I got into the front seat of our car, and a car hop got into my driver's seat. Richie took Maxine hand and led her into the front seat of his car. She looked back as she was being led away, and just smiled. We took off for our house.

I kept my eyes riveted on Richie's car, which drove ahead. Maxine was sitting very close to Richie, and they talked non- stop for the whole ride.

When we reached our house, our cars pulled up in front, and I got out. As I walked over to the car, I could see that Richie was giving Maxine another snort of coke. She let out a happy yell, gave him a hug, and slid out of the front seat. "I'll call you soon," Richie said to Maxine as he started his engine. He waved to me as he pulled away. The car hop gave me our keys, and Maxine and I went inside.

Maxine immediately disappeared upstairs, and I paid the baby sitter, who left.

After I cleaned up a few things in the kitchen, and locked up the house, I went upstairs to check our daughter, and then went to our bedroom. Maxine had put on some music, and sat in the middle of the bed, naked, except for her high heels and nylon stockings, which she had rolled down to mid-thigh. Twirling the key to my cock cage by its string, she winked and said "Surprise!! Happy Anniversary honey." She said. She pulled me down next to her in the bed, and began to unlock my cage. "God am I ever hot from tonight. Didn't you have a great time? That club is terrific! I can't believe what this coke does to me."

She took off my cock cage, and began to massage me, and kiss me hungrily at the same time. "Everything was exciting. All the attention from everyone. I felt bad knowing you were all locked up under your clothes. Well, a little bad, and a little excited." Maxine giggled and looked at me apologetically.

"I was really worried. I didn't know why you were so long. That Richie really seemed to like you." I said.

"Were you jealous?"

"A little. But mostly worried. I was wondering if you could handle any problems that might have come up.

Maxine moved down and began kissing my balls, "You know me better than that. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. Now just lie back and enjoy this."

Maxine was giving me what was her best blow job. She still found oral sex distasteful, but her own excitement now made up for it.

As I was enjoying the oral massage, I asked her if she had had any problems with Richie. She shifted around, and was facing me. Her expression suddenly changed. "It's not important." She said, between sucks.

Had Richie made a pass? Maxine's expression seemed to say that she wanted me to ask her more.

"Maxine, tell me what happened."

"Now don't go all angry with Richie. I really handled it very gracefully. We were standing around, he was showing me his martial arts trophies, and all. And,--I don't even know why I'm telling you this, it doesn't really matter, but -- well, we had some of the coke, he gave me a hug and suddenly reached under my dress."

I looked at her, and she was waiting to see what my expression was. She went back to sucking for a moment, then spoke again. "Don't worry. I didn't let him. I almost did. I mean we hugged a little, and I let him kiss me and all, but I stopped him right there."

I felt angry at Richie for making a pass at Maxine. In spite of it all, I was getting excited. I guess the thought of another man lusting after my wife was very stimulating to me.




Denial Ch. 02



she awoke in her own room for the first time in several months. she hadn't even wanted the room, but They insisted she have a place all to herself. This room was the only place in the house without cameras and she was technically free from all orders inside it. The room had a small bed, a bookcase a computer and a phone, with it's own dedicated DSL line and it's own small bathroom. she could have used this room to break her order and give herself relief form the horrible wanting tension that had been growing since Mistress left, but she knew this was a test of her will to obey and she would not fail, but she had needed some relief for the constant bombardment of stimulation.

When she opened her door she found another small white box waiting for her. she picked the box up and carried it too the big bedroom. Normally she slept here, either between Master and Mistress or at the foot of Their bed, or occasionally in her little kitty bed in the corner when They wanted to be alone in the bed. she sat in her corner now and opened the box. In it was a black swimsuit with the top edges ornamented in imitation bullet casings. The top was a traditional triangle top and the bottoms were short shorts. she almost laughed with delight. Master had mentioned before that he thought she resembled Betty Page and this suite was an exact copy of the picture of Betty in the pool house. As she put the suite on she noticed the one alteration that Master had made to the design; a hole had been cut down the crotch, covered by a lose piece of fabric, hiding everything, yet leaving it essentially accessible. There was a note in the box that also told her to wear her sheer black shirt, black low heeled sandals and 50's style sunglasses.

Dressed, she headed down to the kitchen to make breakfast. When she got there Master was waiting for her. He was dressed casually, which was rare for Him, in black sort-a silk swimming trunks and a black tank top. It made Him look years younger and clashed with the serious look on His face, and the copy of the Wall Street Journal in His hand. His long light brown hair was pulled back in a neat tail at the nape of His neck, held today only by a black band instead of one of the silver ornaments he usually wore. His body seemed to ripple as He stood, He was only 5'10" but He was powerfully built.

"I'll get breakfast ready right away, Sir!" she said. He moved around to her and slid His hand up her back. 

"Don't worry about it, we'll get something while we're out," He told her in her ear and clipped her 'normal people" leash onto her collar. Her daily wear collar was a simple slim black leather choker with Master and Mistress's symbols tooled on in it red, the leash was a long string of cut glass that looped around her neck like a necklace, so that it was symbolically there but wouldn't unduly alarm "normal" people. she knew that this collar meant they were going somewhere with a lot  of people and a family atmosphere where symbols of her status would not be appreciated. His hand slid back down her back and over her ass, causing her to shiver.

"Wait for Me by the car." He sent her on her way with a sharp smack to her ass and His rich laughter. He disappeared back into the house and she went to wait next to the car in the back. she stood there in her waiting posture, legs wide apart, hands behind her back, in a stance very close to a parade rest. she wondered what He had planed today, obviously it involved swimming in public, but He had said that He planned to play with her... she felt a blush beginning as the realization hit her... whatever He was planning was probably public, and illegal.

she had been so absorbed in her own thoughts she didn't hear the door close behind her and was startled by the feel of His hand on her back pushing her over. His other hand was pulling open the panel in her crotch. she had barely registered His presence when He was in her. He pushed his way through her savagely, she, not expecting him, had been nearly dry. But His brutal invasion brought her alive to His touch. He was still hurting her with his violent thrusts but the pain was now indistinguishable from the pleasure, two sensations fading into one more powerful than either alone. Far to soon for her He filled her. He calmly pulled out of her and put Himself to rights, closed her flap and sat her in the car.

"Don't want to push you too far this soon, pet" he said as he started the car. she sat bemused waiting for her body to come back under control. He had not ordered her to clean herself so He must want her to remain with their mingled juices drying slowly on her and the new suite. He took them to a little diner for breakfast, and ordered one of the larger meals for her telling her she would need her strength. When they were done eating he stood an leaned over her.

"I want you to go into the bathroom while I pay and get yourself good and hot for Me." He ordered. "Keep at it as long as you can stand, but when you get out you should be flushed, and your hand should be wet for Me, I'll check." His orders were almost enough to accomplish themselves. she obediently went off to the ladies room, shut herself in a stall and opened her legs, As she slid her fingers over herself she felt the inner edges of her lips still wet from his fucking earlier. The thought brought a fresh spurt of wetness to her hands and she slid her fingers through it. she drew her fingers up along her outer edges and slid them back down the center of herself. she slid her other hand down to hold herself open as she used her nails to circle her clit, flicking and pushing before she took it between two nails and pinched herself, hard followed by a sharp twist. That one movement had her straining at the edge of her commands, but she knew master expected more of her, so she allowed her lips to close as she pushed two fingers deep within herself. In a firm motion she began to finger fuck herself while her other hand pushed hard on the top of her mound as her fingers continued to rub her clit. After barely more than a minuet of such intense stimulation she judged her orders to be well fulfilled. she had even allowed a few small sounds to escape in the process. As she left she saw another woman washing her hands give her a nasty look, if she weren't so flushed she would have blushed, but she also smiled at the thought that she would never grow into such a sour, unhappy expression.

When she returned to the car she was still very flushed, which pleased Master. He held out His hand and she presented hers for His inspection. He lifted her hand to his face in the motion of a gallant hand kiss and inhaled the aroma of her covering it, brought it to His lips a licked right along the fingers, his tongue diving between them to lick the delicate web of flesh there. she shivered again. He opened the car door for her and handed her in, buckling her seat belt over her arms. During the short drive that followed He drove mostly with one hand on the wheel, and the other caressing her legs and breasts. He drove the car to the large water park and got her out of the car.

He walked towards the gate with her hand in His, but her walking a step behind Him to the left, the way she always did in places where He couldn't hold her leash in public. Once they were inside He put all their things in a locker and replaced her collar and leash with a small clear plastic collar that she would be allowed to wear on the slides. He began taking her down all the slides that expelled their rider with great force into the water, with the order to open her legs slightly when she hit, each ride a stinging assault to her still excited sex. In between rides he would lead her into some hidden cubby and ply his fingers on her to remove the cold and bring her to a fever again.

After a couple hours of this He decided to let her rest a bit and began to lead her to other slides and pools, ones that He chose with no erotic purpose. For the next several hours they ran through the park playing like children, or very young lovers. He bought her ice cream and a silly sparkly bracelet. They floated in the current pool that acted like a loop through the park and sang cartoon songs. As the park began to grow dark He slid His hands around her and signaled with His manner that the fun was about to get... much less innocent.

He led her to a pool near the outer edge of the park that had a large circular waterfall. The water fell down in a torrent and obscured totally the seating within. During the daylight children ran through the water constantly, but with the dark, most of the children had left. He led her under the water and told her to float on her back with her legs open right under the torrent and let it pummel her. The water hit her so hard that it somehow both impossibly aroused her, and yet numbed her at the same time. His hands slid along her arms and moved the water over her breasts. He turned her in the water so that her sex was still being pounded but her torso was with Him in the alcove. He wrapped his arms and her and tilted her head back to him. He kissed her and squeezed and pulled her breasts. As the rate of her moans increased, He moved His mouth to her ear and began to speak.

"Pet, listen to me. I want you to do something for Me, yes?" He said. she nodded against Him. "I want you to swim out into the pool area. I want you to find a man, any man, and I want you to lure him back here. I want you to get him in this spot and I want you to give him the best blow job he's ever had." His words made her go stiff in shock. He'd never done this to her before. He'd given her orders to please other men, certainly, but always His friends, men He knew, never a stranger before! her thoughts were obvious to Him. "You are My little slut, aren't you? A slut is a woman who loves sex so much she will give it to, or take it from anyone, right? You are mine so I get to decide who and when, but if you're really a slut you'll want it whenever and however it's offered, right?" As He spoke His hand on her breast began to tighten and twist, the first real Pain he'd given her since they left the house. The pain and His words inflamed her. Yes! This was what she had wanted, to be allowed, ordered, to be this. To be set free to be totally sexual.

she moved out from under the alcove and began to hunt for a man. she saw several around. she looked for one who would be interested easily. she scanned the pool… there. He was treading water in the deep pool, watching the people swimming around him. she watched his eyes follow the various bikinied women hungrily. His blond hair was plastered to his scalp by the water, his large arms moving constantly, treading water. she began to swim laps in the deep water, pretending to be concentrating on her movements. she saw him see her, watched his eyes follow the line of her body. On her next lap she 'accidentally' swam into his leg. she surfaced and smiled up at him. "Sorry" she said touching his leg where her shoulder had hit him. "Guess i ought to pay more attention to where i'm going." she slid her hand up his leg across his crotch. she couldn't believe how bold she was being with a total stranger, her hand was on his cock, in a public place and she still didn't know his name, nor he hers. she decided then and there to keep it that way.

she continued to smile at him as she pulled her legs up and began to swim away from him on her back, opening and closing her legs to propel herself away. Of course he followed her. she stayed ahead of him all the way to the waterfall and dove under it, standing on the other side and putting her hand through the water to beckon him. Looking around, she didn't see Master but she knew He was near. Then her new friend came through the water. "Wow! You’re something!" He said. "I'm..." she cut off is attempt at an introduction with a kiss, pressing her body into his, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him to sit on the bench that ran the entire interior of the circular alcove. she pulled back and smiled at him as she knelt between his legs and pulled the fabric of his trunks aside, freeing his cock. she took a mouth full of waster and blew it across the tip of him. He was almost completely hard already. she took more water in her mouth along with the head of his cock and swirled the water around it. her tongue traced the ridge that defined the head and pressed the smooth sensitive point, then flicked her tongue across the tip of him. He gasped and she felt him stiffen completely in her mouth. she licked her way down to the base of him, and then sucked his balls into her mouth. she let her teeth graze across him and felt him tense, letting him realize what a delicate thing he was allowing a total stranger do to him. At that moment with that thrill of fear riding him she slid his entire length down her throat and began to suck in earnest. 

It was strange to have her nose buried in a man's hairs without being filled with the smell of him, which was washed away by the lapping she felt his hands slide into her hair pulling the hair just at the base of her neck, making her knees go weak as he held her head in place and thrust into her throat. She moaned onto him and pulled herself up on her hands and knees, and jerked on him as this new position put her ass and cunt under the torrential falling water. she closed her eyes in ecstasy and pulled him deeper into her throat. she felt his rhythm increase and knew his was almost ready to cum, when she felt the flap of her suite open and fingers plunging into her, pushing her back into him, and into the limits of her orders not to cum herself. her eyes flew open and she saw sudden shock fill his eyes the second before they went blind with his orgasm. she was pulled back off of him and his thick white fluid sprayed her face. 

she knelt there, before the man she had pleasured and looked up at her Master. The man looked up at him as well with sense returning to his eyes and confusion hard on its heels. Master smiled at both of them. "I would ask if you enjoyed My pet, but I can see you did. you were lovely, my dear; wash your face off, you're a mess." He took a small plastic bag out of the little buttoned pocket in His trucks and handed her a tube of lipstick. she ducked her head under the waterfall to wash herself and then applied the lipstick wondering what He was up to now. He took something like a business card out of the bag and handed it to her. "Mark this." He ordered and she took it and left a perfect imprint of her lips on the back of the hard and handed it back to Him, still wondering at this new game. He handed the card to the other man. "Bring this card to the address on the front some day," master said, "and she'll do the same thing again." Without another word master put his hand on her back and led her away, got their things and left the park.



Denial Ch. 02



Dedicated to my one and only…I will be still and submit to your will.

In her dream she felt his arm draped over her side and his warm hand cupping her breast. His hairy chest lightly pressed into her back with his cock rubbing against her ass as he spooned his body to hers. She breathed deeply and raised her hand to his, guiding his fingers to her perky nipple. He tweaked her sensitive nub and she moaned happily feeling a thrilling little twinge in her pussy. Her eyes slowly opened and she realized she was not dreaming, feeling the warmth of his hand engulfing her full, heavy orb.

It was still dark. How long had she slept? She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw the red numbers glowing 3:20 a.m. She felt the length of his body suffusing her skin with his heat. She leaned into him wondering if he was fondling her in his sleep. Then she abruptly remembered her frustration only a few hours before and she held still. She was waiting for his signal, waiting to see if he was awake and desiring her.

His hand slid down her side, over her soft round hip, then in between their bodies. There was no doubt that he was awake as he cupped her ass cheek in his palm and squeezed tightly. His fingers slipped between her thighs then he raised her leg to drape it back across his own. Finding her warm pussy still damp with unfulfilled need he teased her lips, slowly stroking but not penetrating them. His arm and wrist brushed back and forth on his growing cock and he felt her wriggle back toward him. He pinched her pliant pussy lips sharply and pulled his hips back just a few inches. She whimpered and he could feel her slightly squirm her ass in search of his warmth.

“Shhhh…don’t move a muscle. You just lie there and let me play. I’ll let you know when you can move,” he whispered. “I know what you want. I know what you need, baby. But not yet.”

Her stomach tightened as she took a deep, shuddering breath. The very sound of his words made her cunt weep with sweet, hot juices in anticipation. Oh yes, she did know and he was in total control. Just the tip of one finger eased between her silken lips and delicately traced up and down from her twitching pussy hole to her hard little clit. He circled the hot nub for several moments but denied his direct touch. He could feel her breathing harder, her back and sides softly expanding against his chest with each breath. The gentle assault between her lips was maddening and it was all she could do not to reach down and press his hand harder against her engorged pussy. Her sex throbbed and ached for him fuck her with his fingers! He rested his fingertip at her succulent opening and simply flicked his finger back and forth in a slow and lazy fashion. He smiled as he felt the muscles of her cunt trying to draw him in, so hungry, so needy.

He pulled his hand away from her hot flesh and reached over her side for a new angle from the front, having her leg still pulled back over his hip thus exposing her pussy. He smiled and simply rested his fingers on her lips ever so lightly. The feel of his warm fingers on her shaved labia, even motionless, was just as arousing his stroking moments before. Withholding any movement of his fingers fed her frantic need for stimulation and she began to softly moan, straining to keep her body still. Any touch from him was coveted, even if he continued to deny her. It thrilled her to no end to feel his control. Her arousal was inflamed by his abstention, and built her up into a frenzy until she began to whimper and plead with him, “Please, Sir, please play with me. Please rub my pussy and clit!” A heavy sigh rushed out of her as his fingers slid between her burning lips and dipped into her soaking cunt. He slowly pushed his fingers in deeply and slowly withdrew, deliberately tormenting her by sliding his thumb along her slit but avoiding her clit. He pulled his hand away and up to her face to trace her lips with his fingertips.

“Suck my fingers, baby. You’re absolutely sopping wet. I love to feel your cunt so wet for me. To whom do you belong?” he quietly asked but she could hear his need in his voice. He sounded so sexy to her and she shivered with excitement.

“I belong to you, Sir.” She greedily licked and sucked his fingers thinking of what he had just been doing with them, desperately wishing he would fuck her! Her swollen pussy throbbed so badly! He shifted away from her and pulled her onto her back. He slid his fingers from her watering mouth and lightly rubbed her stiff nipples. Pulling her to lie on her other side to face him he propped himself up on his elbow and pushed his thigh between her legs and rubbed on her soft, shaved mound coating his skin with her juices.

“Yes, you belong to me. Your beautiful tits are mine, your hot, tight cunt is mine. All of you belongs to me. Now, rub my cunt against my leg and maybe I’ll let you come for me.” He leaned down to her pale, luscious breasts and sucked one of her rosy buds into his mouth while he tightly pinched its twin. She groaned as he abused her nipples, loving the waves of pleasure coursing down her body to her twitching cunt. Wrapping her legs around his leg she pulled him in tighter and ground herself into him. The lips of her pussy spread and she whimpered as she felt her clit rubbing up and down against his muscular thigh.

She could feel every muscle in her body tighten with exquisite tension as her orgasm began to build. This was it! At last he would grant her release. She murmured to him, telling him how good his mouth felt on her tit, to suck her harder, please! She loved feeling his big, hard thigh squeezed between her legs. She began to pant with heated excitement as she thrust her hips up and down humping his leg with abandon. She moaned loudly and grabbed his shoulders with her hands.

“Please? Oh please, let me come now! I don’t know if I can hold it anymore,” her voice rose in pitch as she begged him.

“No,” he patiently refused her. She groaned harshly as she fucked his leg harder and dug her fingers into his arms.

“Please! Don’t do this to me, I need it! I’m begging you,” she began to cry. He reached down and pushed her legs away from him and settled his hand gently over her warm mound. He did not move his hand, merely rested it on her drenched, burning lips. “You’re making me crazy. Please?” she whimpered as the tears rolled down her temples into her hair. His hand was like a tuning fork resting easily over her mons, it seemed to hum with such intensity she could feel her orgasm about to explode. Her body shivered, suspended between her fight to hold back and her vehement need to let go. She sobbed as she felt him rise up and kneel over her. So lost in her profound need and frustration she barely noticed the bedside lamp being switched on.

He knelt between her legs and admired her. Her eyes were closed, her brows locked in a deep frown. Her hair was damp with sweat and tears and her skin was covered with a light sheen of perspiration. Her breath was ragged causing her large, round breasts to tremble softly. The flush in her face spread down to her tits. He was quite taken with the beautiful image he saw laying beneath him. Grasping his cock he dipped it between her sodden pussy lips and she jerked in surprise at the heat of his shaft rubbing her along cunt.

“Open your eyes. Watch me.” he softly commanded. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at his face. There was such love in his eyes and his smile was so sensuous. His appearance was in such contrast to his actions. Yet she instantly melted with her love for him, knowing he felt as deeply about her. Although her pussy throbbed with impatience she was distracted with emotion and her intense desire to only please him. She badly needed to climax, her pussy was in such pain. But it was his will, his wishes that inspired her to please and obey him. He began to stroke his cock over her. She looked down and watched him. She loved the feel of the thick crown of his cock pushing against her. His fist slid back and forth on his thick, rigid shaft occasionally pounding against her, as well.

“Oh, yes, baby, I love to watch you stroke your beautiful cock. You’re so thick and hard!” she whispered encouragingly. Watching him made her so hot! She wanted so desperately to reach down and fuck his rod with her own hand. After several minutes he closed his eyes and his body stiffened as he grunted loudly. His hot cum burst, white and creamy, from his throbbing knob, painting her sanguine pussy with his essence. She watched with ardent pleasure as his cum spurted and spilled on her flesh. His throaty groans filled her with fiery passion and she raised her hips to catch every drop of his cum on her aching cunt. She could almost imagine the viscous fluid sizzling on her burning lips.

He slumped forward and propped him self on his hands above her. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. Then he kissed her hard plunging his tongue into her mouth with fervent passion. He rested by her side and pulled her into his arms sliding his thigh between her legs. She loved the damp, hot feel of his body against her flesh in the afterglow of his orgasm.

“You’ve been so good, baby. I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” her voice caught in her throat mixed with happiness and frustration. She snuggled against him as she unconsciously rubbed her cunt against his thigh. Her need was worse than ever and threatened to give way as she felt herself slowly losing the fight to obey and hold back her orgasm. Sensing she was on the verge of coming he abruptly pulled away from her and she groaned as she felt the cool air replace the warmth of his body. She watched him go into the bathroom and shut the door. She could not resist stroking her rock hard nipples and pinching them, luxuriating in continuing the sensations that made her pussy twitch. She reached between her legs and lightly rubbed her clit creating further heat and tremors from deep in her womb to her outer lips. She struggled to hold back her climax, waiting for him to return. So lost in her masturbation she didn’t notice the bathroom door slowly swing open. He stood there and watched her for several moments feeling his cock rise to attention once more.

“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice vaguely permeated the roar of her pounding pulse in her ears. She jerked her hands up and locked her fingers together over her chest. What could she say? She’d been caught, knowing at that instant she was pleasuring herself without his permission. Her thoughts briefly flashed to earlier in the evening when she was alone on the couch fingering her pussy and here she was, disobeying his rule again and caught in the act! Her heart hammered against her breast bone so hard her tits jiggled with each beat.

“I was waiting for you, Sir,” her voice trembled with nervous guilt. As he calmly returned to bed she instantly knew that he would not let her come and it was her own undoing. Opening the nightstand drawer he retrieved two leather cuffs and secured them around each of her wrists. Then he pulled a rope from the drawer and tied the cuffs to a ring on the headboard. She was free to lie on her back or roll onto either side, but her hands were captured above her. He crawled into bed and softly kissed her.

“Since you cannot refrain from touching what belongs to me without my permission you will remain tied until it’s time to get up and get ready for work. Go to sleep sweetheart and enjoy your dreams.”

“No, no, please, no,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry!”

“You belong to me. You only touch yourself when I choose. You know there are consequences when you decide to disobey the rules.” He kissed her again then snuggled next to her and drifted off to sleep. Through the rest of the night she could only manage to doze off and on. He had been too calm and ‘matter-of-fact’ causing her to fret about whether being tied all night was punishment or there might be more to come. She also vacillated between feeling indignant and a dire need to be allowed to come. Even in her vague dreams she felt him playing with her yet withholding her ultimate pleasure. When the alarm clock finally buzzed she felt exhausted. He reached over to turn it off then released her from her tedious bondage.

They showered together but she could not meet his gaze. Her body felt stiff and sore from being so tensed up all night and she felt emotionally drained and physically tired. He did sympathize somewhat and lovingly washed her body and even dried her off. Although that was what she usually did for her Master. He even cooked breakfast and served her as she sat at the table, still unable to look at him. She was very upset with him that he pushed her patience as he persisted in his denial. But she also felt as if she had let him down by disobeying the rules. As they gathered their things to go to work he pulled her into his arms and lovingly kissed her. Finally she looked up into his eyes and held back her tears. He smiled at her.

“Baby, you know I love you with my whole heart. You mean the world to me. I only ask your obedience to the rules that we have both agreed upon.” He pulled her tightly into him. “While you’re at work think about our love. Think about how much we mean to each other. You are such a wonderful woman. I’m so grateful that you belong to me.” He kissed her then led her to the door. They went to the garage and as he held her car door open for her she looked up and softly smiled at him.

“I love you,” she said as she pulled the door closed. As she drove to work she thought of his wonderful, warm hands caressing her body. She certainly understood the consequences of her actions. She shivered at the thought of his control and loved submitting to him. He really was so good to her, almost generous to a fault in so many ways. She was determined to show her obedience and couldn’t help grin in knowing that she would be greatly rewarded by his love for her.



Denial Ch. 02



The lights dim to the point that you can barely see, but you hear movements around you. Is it people coming and going? You can't tell and wonder what is next – as that thought crystalizes, you feel the devices inside of you change, getting markedly larger quickly, stretching you even more. The pain is intense and you feel the two devices pulling towards each other almost magnetically. 

As quickly as it started, the devices shrink inside of you leaving you feeling almost empty, but not really. A light flashes to your right, a match lighting a candle, giving some light to the room.

In front of you is a low wide bench that is placed across the room in front of you. A female slave is lead in and laid down on her back on the bench which stretches across in front of you. Her head hangs off the end of the bench and her legs are tied, spread.

The device you are in stretches out until you are stretched out flat, facing forward, almost parallel to the floor. Slowly you are moved forward until you are just above her naked breasts, close but not close enough to touch. You watch her nipples react to your breath as you strain to reach her with your tongue. 

A male slave is led in and positioned at the head of the slave bound before you.

'If you cum, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?'

The slave nods as the Mistress guides his cock into her mouth. With a yank of the leash attached to the collar around his neck, he is pulled forward driving his cock into her mouth. You can't turn your head to watch, but you feel the warmth of his body close to yours, and hear her struggle, hear her gurgle, as his cock drives into her throat.

The chair you are in pulls back and resumes an almost chair like shape. You sit and watch as the male slave drives his cock in and out of her mouth. The leash is pulled forward and down and he bends over her body, his tongue reaching for her pussy.

The has him bent over, his ass in the air, as he fucks her mouth. You watch as the Mistress moves up behind him. She is guiding a strap on towards his ass. You watch as she spreads his ass, sliding a slick finger into his ass with lube and then drives her dildo into his ass.

You watch her slam forward, driving the dildo into his ass, forcing him forward. You hear the slave gagging on his cock driven into her throat, and hear the male slave cry out in part from surprise. It's all too much for him and he cums in her mouth, you watch him spasm and then see the cum dripping out of her mouth.

The Mistress slaps his ass – and not gently.

'I told you not to cum!'

'sorry Mistress' he wimpers.

'You will be.'

The Mistress pulls her strap on out of his ass. She grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him off of the female slave. She pulls up a chair, places a large dildo and pulls the male slave backwards, guiding his ass onto the upturned dildo. You watch as the dildo presses into his ass, see the expression on his face, the sweat on his brow, the way he bites his tongue to avoid crying out. The Mistress grabs him under the knees, lifting up, forcing him into the chair and forcing the dildo into his ass.

He is quickly bound to the chair – not just to the back of the chair but held down too holding the dildo in his ass. His cock, still hard, drips cum, as the Mistresses strokes it getting him hard again. She takes some of the cum and smears it under his nose.

'That is the closest you will get to cumming for a while' she says.

And there is nothing nice about the way she says it.

Your attention turns back to the female slave bound on her back in front of you. You see the cum dripping from her lips and detect a bit of a smirk.

'And you, my pet, should not smirk.'

As quickly as it came, the smirk disappeared. 

The Mistress stands, straddling the bound slaves face, and lowers her pussy onto her face. You watch as the bound slave reaches up with her tongue, seeking to please her Mistress. As she reaches her Mistresses pussy, her Mistress brings her crop down on the inside of her thigh. The slave cries out, muffled by her Mistresses pussy. You watch as the Mistress rides the bound slaves face, and watch as the crop falls on her thighs, her belly, her pussy. The thin red welts start to rise on her body as her Mistress uses her face for her pleasure.

You've lost track of time, any sense of, well, anything. Bound, restrained, filled, you don't watch but absorb all that is going on around you. You see the male slave, bound, his ass filled, his cock hard as he watches his Mistresses grind her pussy on the bound female slave. You watch the slave squirm, both from the blows of her Mistress and the sensation of her pussy on the slaves mouth. 

At some point the Mistress lifts herself off of the face of the bound slave, her face slick with her Mistresses juices. The Mistress turns to face the bound male slave. You watch as her crop comes down on his cock and wince at the blow. The male slave you notice does not cry out.

You feel yourself moving, the chair shifting shape again until you are leaning forward, your face at the pussy of the bound slave. Again you are close, close enough to smell her and almost taste her, but not quite reach her. You feel the toys in you start to move, sliding slowly and steadily out of you and then back in, first the one in your ass, then the one in your pussy. With each stroke the devices get larger, stretching you. You feel sweat start to form on your brow as a cock comes into your view. You watch, inches away, as the cock slides into the pussy of the bound slave.

You've been in groups before, watched other women get fucked but never like this. Never complete immobilized, with almost all of your attention focused on the pussy in front of you. The experience is complex, you hear the sound of her pussy, slick with her juices, as the cock fills her. Hear her breath as she draws it in, smell her excitement and wonder where the Mistress will take you next. 



Denial Ch. 02



She popped my penis out of her mouth, and looked at me again. "I mean, can you imagine how I would have reacted with the size of his cock and all. I was really apprehensive."

I jerked. "How do you know how big he was?"

Maxine looked at me, annoyed at my angry tone. "Well couldn't you just tell how big his cock was? You saw the size of his hands. And his feet. They're always an indication." She winked at me and started sucking me again. I was getting hard. It had been two and a half months since I was locked up, and my cock was beginning to feel like the old days. But I was still concerned. Was Maxine telling me everything? How hard did he push after he got her high on the coke? "So you're just guessing about the size of his cock then?" I asked.

Maxine sat bolt upright. "Are you going to ruin this for us. We haven't had a real fuck in almost a year. This is the best evening I've had probably since we've been married. What's the big deal?" Maxine slid back down, and grabbed my cock again. "I know about the size of his cock because he took it out of his pants. That's how." She went back to sucking.

"And then what," I asked.

She stopped sucking me, but continued her stroking as she looked up at me. "What do you THINK happened then? I mean he was our host. He paid for our drinks. He introduced us around a wonderful, exciting place. He gave me some very expensive cocaine." She stopped her stroking and looked me dead in the eye. "And he had the biggest cock I've ever seen. Now will you concentrate on getting hard!" Maxine stroked my penis again, but it was softening. She made a disgusted sound, and shifted in the bed, and went back to her sucking, in earnest. As she was still wearing her nylons, and I saw that the knees of the stockings were dirty and ripped.

"Well," I prompted her.

"You never give up, do you?" She stopped sucking again for a moment, but kept up the stimulation with her hand. "I had to do SOMETHING for him. I mean if he was as hot as I was, I just COULDN'T leave him turned on like that, could I? How would you have felt if I had done that to you??"

I looked at her ripped knees, and her eyes followed mine. She gave me a sly smile, and started stroking again, but my penis was getting softer, so she started sucking. I was never so hurt in my life, and emotionally, I was not in the mood, but her hot hands and mouth got me going again. No. The power wasn't in her mouth or her hands. She was giving me what her incredible instincts told her I deserved. And needed. She knew it and was subtly torturing me with it. She looked at me and we both knew she had reached a deep nerve in me, and that she was twisting it viciously. Reveling in my degradation, she gave me a half smile and squeezed my cock. "Does that answer your question, sweetheart?" Her statement was a dare. 'Ask me more, and I'll twist the knife deeper.'

"So, you got down on your knees and gave him a 'thank you' blow job."

"Not exactly . . ." Maxine laughed at my phrasing. "That would have satisfied him and all, but the truth is, his cock was so thick, I couldn't get as much of it into my mouth as he wanted me to."

"So you jerked him off?" I asked, hoping that was the answer.

She snickered. "Would that have satisfied any real man?" She began flicking her tongue over the head of my cock.

"Maxine, what did you 'exactly' do?" I was furious and hurt at the same time.

She was both angry and amused now. "Will you forget about Richie, and make love to me!?! I saved my pussy for you. For us. You want to fuck, don't you? Or do you want to just jerk off and have me sit on your face instead? " It was meant to be rhetorical, but came out like a mocking threat.

"Maxine, what did you do."

My cock was betraying me, as she sucked some more, and got me very hard. She began stroking me very hard. "I don't understand why you want to hear all of this. Is this humiliation exciting you?? Is this degradation part of what you need? Do you want to fuck or not? Because I'm very, very hot, but if you keep up with the questions, I'll just lock . . . "

"Please don't. I beg you. But just tell me."

"Okay. If you really want to hear, I'll tell you." She sat up, got next to me facing me closely, and looked me squarely in the eye. "I couldn't suck him off because of his size, and I was saving my pussy for you, so we decided to go over to his couch, he bent me over the edge, and tried to sodomize me. But I stopped him!"

She looked at me, seemingly awaiting an apology for my ever thinking that she would let someone do that to her. She began stroking me again, and she hugged and kissed me. She began explaining between kisses to my ear and neck.

"I mean he tried sticking it in my ass, but he was worried that we were taking too long and that you would come bursting in. But I handled the situation. I told him how you loved me, and wouldn't want me to have any pain, so he should take all the time he needed. Well we had no lubrication, so I tried getting him wet with my mouth, but it wasn't wet enough. Neither was my pussy."

I was shaken. "You said you were 'saving your vagina for me!'"

"Don't be so angry. Richie didn't go in. Not all the way in. I wouldn't let him. He just poked around the edge, and dipped in for some lubrication for my asshole. He was too big to go all the way in, and anyway I told him you'd be furious, so we decided not to. Well, we still had no lubrication for my ass, but I remembered the small jar of Vaseline I had put in my pocketbook before we left tonight. So I asked Tony to go get it for me."

My cock totally withered. "Tony? The bartender? He was in the room all the time?"

"What are you getting so excited about. I mentioned he was there, didn't I??. He was the one who brought the coke in." She felt my wilting penis, and got angry. "Are you in the mood or not? I'm very hot." She reached into her night table drawer and got out her vibrating dildo. "I need either this thing, or your cock in me very soon, or my mood will be broken. But you insist on hearing this stuff." By now, I had to hear what finally happened.

She got on her back, and I got between her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet. Even half erect, I slid right in. "Are you in yet? I don't feel you." Maxine asked.

We started fucking, and it was good, but after two minutes or so, suddenly, she said "Stop! Go get your bag of s&m toys." I was disappointed that she wanted to do s&m right now. Despite my raging jealousy (or maybe because of it) we were having our best lovemaking session ever.

I brought back the sack of equipment opened it up, and emptied it on the bed. Maxine must have read the expression on my face. "Will you stop looking so worried. I'm picking out something for me." She picked out a large dildo and handed it to me. "Wet it for me, would you honey?" I began licking and salivating on the dildo.

She pushed me on my back, got on her hands and knees and saw that I was getting soft. She reached over and picked out one of the medium-sized butt plugs which she had used on me in the past. She motioned for me to get the tube of KY-Jelly from my night table. I began to lubricate her dildo, but she stopped me, "I've got enough lubrication back there already. This one is for you, to help keep you hard." She lubricated the butt plug, and motioned for me to raise my legs. She massaged my cock for a moment and then pushed the plug right into me, and I yelped. She apologized.

She then straddled me, put me in her vagina, and asked me to push the greased dildo into her ass. "You don't have to get me ready back there. Just push." I pushed and she exploded. "More. In. And. Out. In. And. Out." She was in a trance, and fucking hard and slow.

I was close to coming, when she slowed down, and lifted her hips up, letting me slip out. "I don't want you to come in me."

I was crushed. I was so hot, and ready to come. "Why?"

She sweetly touched my face. "I'm thinking of you, honey. It would be too frustrating for you to have such a hot orgasm, and then get your cock locked up again. I don't know when you'll come again, and the frustration might be too much for you." She climbed off me, staying on her knees. She saw I was disappointed, and shrugged. "I also need something bigger in me anyway." And she reached for her big vibrating dildo. "Here, use this."

With my wife on her hands and knees, I put the smaller dildo back in her ass, and the big one in her vagina. Over the next hour, I worked them exquisitely in and out of her, driving her to orgasm after orgasm, finally to her one giant one, shortly before dawn.

As she was having her cigarette, and calming down, she took my hand. "I have a confession to make. When I said that I was saving my pussy for you tonight, I kind of fibbed. I'm sorry. What I should have said was I was saving pussy for you. While Richie was sodomizing me, Tony made me a bet that I could take both of them in a sandwich, one in my behind, one in my vagina. I told them I didn't want to, but that I would suck him off instead. You know, as you said, as a thank you suck for the coke, and just to get out of there safely. I sucked him for a while, but they really wanted to 'double fuck' me, as they called it. I mean I really had no choice, sweetheart, so I climbed up on Tony's cock while Richie was fucking me in the ass. You're not upset, are you honey?"

Maxine stubbed out her cigarette, and rolled over to straddle my face. I could see the smeared jelly and traces of shit around her crack. "I'm also sorry if I hurt you when I said I needed something bigger in my pussy tonight, but Tony was quite big, and he stretched me so much I just couldn't feel yours while we were doing it. I was getting very frustrated. You understand, don't you?"

She lowered her ass onto my face, and she put my own hand on my cock. "This kind of orgasm is okay for you. Isn't it?" I began to stroke it, and in a moment, I came explosively.

Without even getting off my face, she reached over for the cock cage, and started putting it on me. As she was adjusting it, and sitting on my face, she said "Would you mind cleaning me there with your tongue. It feels so good." She began to use my mouth as toilet tissue. As she clicked the lock shut, I felt her heat building, and I knew she wanted another orgasm.

She came again, a mild one this time, and by then it was early morning. She climbed off me, threw me my robe, and put hers on. As she was about to leave, she remembered something, and turned back to me to tell me.

"I forgot to tell you. Richie invited us to a party next week at his place. Actually he only invited me, but I told him I wanted you there as well. Is it okay, sweetheart?"

She looked at me innocently. Did she know what a humiliation she was asking of me? What if I said no? I had yet to really defy her since we had give her her new power. How many months would Maxine keep me locked away if she got angry enough. I could only console myself with the fact that if things got too bad, I could just cut the cock cage off. But something other than leather and a tiny lock was holding it on me. I was both drawn, and curious on how far she would bring things.

"Yes. We can go." I said. She threw me a kiss, and walked out the door to the bathroom.



Denial Ch. 03



Over the next week, things went along as usual with Maxine cleaning out her desk at the public school, and marking report cards. My business normally slowed down slightly during the summer, so we each had time to spare during the summer months to go bike riding and such.

For the whole week after the night at the disco, Maxine expressed remorse over getting so carried away, and for allowing herself to be seduced. But when I suggested that we not go to Richie's party, she said that if we didn't show our faces, we would be admitting she did something wrong. And besides, she said that Richie had a lot of money, and perhaps he would want to invest some through my firm. "He would be your largest client if you got him, you know. It's worth being nice to him."

Unlike the disco, Maxine was very demurely dressed for this party. She wore a loose white dress, which showed off her tan. But as I hugged her before we left, I discovered that she was braless, and had no panties on under her dress either. I got a rush of panic, wondering why she had done this. "It's a hot night, sweetheart. That's all. It's 1983. Underwear isn't essential anymore. Get with it!" She kissed me on the cheek, and we were off.

Richie had a sprawling house on the beach, with a large pool nearby. The music was very loud. There must have been three or four dozen men and women spread throughout the house or the beach.

Richie greeted us almost formally, and I was pleased to find that Maxine was sticking close to me. We got some drinks, and began to mingle.

As the evening wore on, and we were having more to drink, some of Richie's friends came over to me and began asking about investing. Maxine whispered to me, "You see! Aren't you glad we came?" In a few minutes, I looked, and Richie was introducing Maxine to three women. They were very expensively, but cheaply dressed. The contrast between them and my wife (whom I still pictured as innocent looking) was striking.

The men were becoming interested in how I could take the cash proceeds from one of the businesses they were in with Richie, and invest it soundly. Just then, Maxine came over and said softly to me, "Can Richie show me the rest of the house without you going crazy?" She said it just loud enough for the nearby guests to hear.

But I went crazy. Not out loud, just inside. Again, I had no choice but to say yes. She looked at me for a reply and when I nodded, she kissed me on the cheek. "Be back soon." My watch said 10:45.

After talking with the men for a while, I broke off, with much resistance from them, and went to look for Maxine. It was 11:30. I don't know what I'd do if I found them, but I would look.

Upstairs, the den door was closed, and I heard giggling from behind the door. It sounded like Maxine. I opened it, and Richie was sitting behind a desk, and Maxine and three other women were in front of the desk, seated, passing around a coke kit. Maxine looked high again. She called to me happily to come in and have some coke, but I didn't want to. "More for us," someone said. Everyone laughed.

She excused herself from them for a moment, took my arm and ushered me out of the den. "Were you checking up on me?" She said very calmly.

"No. . . I mean, yes." I said and looked at her squarely.

"Well are you satisfied that nothing was going on. Now will you stop being so paranoid!"

"Are you coming down?" I asked.

"Soon! Richie said he had something important to talk to me about. He said he didn't want me to feel left out of all the business dealings. Honey, these people have money to invest. Richie says that they are very anxious to invest with you. This could be a big break for us financially. Now get to work." And she playfully tapped me on the ass.

"I don't trust him." I said.

"Well you'll have to. He's a friend, not an enemy. He could be a good friend too, if you'd let him." She gave me a big hug. "See you later. And RELAX!"

I went downstairs, and mingled until about 12:30. Then, I began to go nuts with jealousy again, so I went upstairs, and went near the door. There was talking going on. I heard one of the three women who were in there before.

"I can't believe any woman would have trouble doing this. But I guess when you do it for a living, you get used all the different sizes, shapes . . . "

"And tastes!" piped in another woman's voice.

I looked through the crack in the double den doors, and could see one of the women, a redhead, seated on her knees next to Richie. His pants were around his ankles, and she was stroking his penis. Then I heard Maxine, but I couldn't see her. She was talking very animated.

"You wouldn't believe last week. I just couldn't get him into my mouth. Remember, Richie." I saw Richie wink in Maxine's direction.

"Watch me," said Redhead. As I watched through the door, she licked his cock till it was wet, and began working it into more deeply into her mouth. She stroked up and down slowly, then popped it out. "Another trick which gets them every time is you stay dressed, then the guy has to concentrate on your mouth, and look at your face. This can turn a good blowjob into a great one." She sucked on the head for a moment. "By the way, was Richie's cock wet enough, when you did him, Maxine."

"I thought so, but I guess not." Maxine answered.

"How about your husband? Can you take him deep." another woman asked.

"If I wanted to. But he's nowhere near Richie's size." Maxine answered.

"A Teeny Weeny, huh?" another woman cracked, and everyone laughed, sharing in my humiliation while my wife was getting pointers in fellatio.

The Redhead started sucking Richie again. "Why don't you get your husband up here, and you can do him while I walk you through it step by step. He'll love you for it, Maxine."

I got hard just thinking about Maxine learning how to give a good blow job, with me as the subject. But I realized that she probably hadn't brought the key to my cock cage. As I was thinking about this, Maxine started to speak. "He'd probably love it. But not tonight."

Richie then snapped his fingers. "I've got an even better idea." And he stood up, and walked toward the double doors, in front of which I was standing. I ducked into an adjoining room, and Richie came through the doors, walked to the stairs, and called to someone to come upstairs. In a moment he went back into the den, and a few steps behind him was a short, powerfully built black man. The door slammed, and I stepped back to the crack.

All of the girls were flocking around the black man, exchanging hugs and kisses. "Hi, Pump." They all greeted him. Richie turned in my wife's direction.

"Maxine, this is Pump. Pump, this is Maxine."

There was uncomfortable laughter, as Maxine moved into view to shake his hand. Pump was looking her up and down, smiling. "All right!"

Maxine smiled. Pump was still holding her hand. "She ‚?¢? prime stuff, my man."

"Carla here was trying to show Maxine how to suck like a pro." Richie said.

Carla, the redhead replied. "We're gonna help you give your husband -- or any other guy you know -- the best gift ever."

"Where is he, anyway?" Pump asked.

Maxine said. "Waiting downstairs for me."

"Come on. Why don't you get him up here." Carla asked.

Maxine shook her head, "No." There was a short pause while Maxine almost shyly and slowly, turned to Pump and smiled. "It's him I want now."

Everyone applauded and Pump pulled Maxine closer for a quick hug. "Well, Hot Stuff, I'm all yours."

Carla asked Maxine, "Your man has been down there alone about two hours. How long will he wait?"

Maxine turned to her, and very casually said, "He knows he has to be patient." There were giggles.

Then things got quiet, as Maxine melted right into Pump's arms. He gave her a big, open kiss, and her face turned pink right away, and she kissed him back hungrily. In a moment, someone threw a pillow on the floor, and Pump was pushing my wife to her knees, she shifted just out of my view. Carla kneeled next to her, and I could only see Pump and Carla, not Maxine. Carla began a narrative.

"OK Maxine, use two hands first . . . That's it. One on the balls, one on his cock. Stroke it a bit. Slower. . . Now, lick up and down the shaft. . . Good. Stroke as you do it. . . Listen to Š?‚?¢? body. . . When he moves, you stay still . . . Now, take just the head in your mouth, get it soaking wet and work it in and out of your lips while applying pressure to the shaft . . ."

I suddenly heard another person coming up the stairs, and I turned around as if I were looking for the bathroom. It was a woman, and we ran into each other. I turned and went back downstairs to get a drink.

I sat on the couch downstairs thinking. What was I expecting? When I allowed Maxine to lock my manhood away, wasn't I telling her, subconsciously, that I was no longer there to be a man for her. But her sexual desire woke up about the same time as I allowed myself to be locked away. If Maxine had had a normal desire all along, we never would have had any problems. But would her desire go away again if I stopped wearing the cock cage. I didn't care, because watching her satisfy herself with other men was also no sex life for me. I was prepared to tell her that it wasn't working and demand that we end this lopsided situation, but I knew I wouldn't for a while. I obviously was just as curious to see how it would turn out.

I looked at my watch, and it was 2:00 a.m. A few minutes later, everyone came out of the room smiling. Richie and Pump came down first, and greeted me. Maxine had recombed her hair, and was applying fresh makeup as she talked to the other two women. She came toward the couch where I was sitting, gave me a wink, and sat on my lap, squirming on my cock as she settled in. She had slight white powder on her nose, and I wiped it off. She gave me a big kiss, and realized that I was in pain. "Sorry, honey." She hugged me.

Richie and his housekeeper came back in a few moments, and they were carrying arms full of towels. Maxine laughed. "Richie has a heated pool. Everyone's going skinny dipping." Maxine got up and took two towels. Suddenly, she remembered. She leaned close and whispered. "I wish you could join us, but we wouldn't want anyone to see your cock cage." She kissed me sympathetically on the cheek. "Damn. I should have brought the key. I'll make it up to you. I have a surprise gift for you when we get home."

I knew she was talking about the new oral technique she learned, and I got another pang of jealousy. But she would probably be furious if she knew I was spying on her. "Honey, could you hold my purse while I swim. Please unbutton me."

I was standing there unbuttoning my wife, so she could go skinny dipping with two men with whom she had already cheated on me. I began to doubt my sanity.

In the pool, everyone frolicked nude and Maxine was very popular, as she was one of the few women still there. Richie and Pump were grabbing her and throwing her into the water every chance they could get. She was screaming with joy. One or the other of the half-dozen men would dive under the water, and come up with his head between Maxine's legs. She would laugh, and push them away playfully.

While she was busy, I decided to look in her pocketbook for some gum, and the first thing I saw right at the top was a large round keyring with the key to the cock-cage attached. She could have unlocked me the whole time, but, I guess, decided against it. I watched her frolic with bitterness. I dozed off from a combination of depression, alcohol and exhaustion.

When I woke up at about 4:00 a.m., things were very quiet. Richie, Pump, Carla and Maxine were sitting in beach chairs with two other women having cigarettes and quietly talking around the pool. They hadn't bothered getting dressed. I stood up, and walked over to them.

"Hi honey!" Maxine greeted me, and took my hand.

"Hey stick-in-the-mud," Carla said. "What's this about you being afraid of the water."

I looked at Maxine, who shrugged. "I had to tell them. They were going to rip your clothes off and throw you in." Everyone laughed, and Maxine looked at me apologetically.

I could tell that I was interrupting some discussion, so I said that I would get Maxine's clothes and we'd go. She got dressed, we bid our goodbyes, and we were off.

In the car going home, she couldn't stop talking about Richie, Carla and the other people she met. Just little things, centering on the exciting, rich lives they led.

We got home, and she first disappeared up the stairs, telling me to join her in two minutes. She took her pocketbook with her. She then called me from downstairs to come into the bedroom. "Time for your gift," she said, as I saw her sitting on the edge of our bed.

Once in the bedroom, she went into her night table and went through the charade of taking the key out of the drawer. "You're going to come two weeks in a row." Her face took on a mock-haughty expression. "Hope you appreciate this."

I watched as she was sat on the edge of the bed, just about to open the cock cage, and she suddenly frowned.

"Have you been naughty?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked in return.

"Well, when I'm out of the house, have you been taking the key from here and unlocking your cage, and masturbating." She had a smile which challenged me. I was afraid that she wouldn't unlock me. In spite of myself, I sounded like I was pleading.

"No, Maxine. Really. I didn't"

She just glared at me questioningly for a long moment. She was deliberately teasing me. She finally smiled, swinging the key on the string.

"Are you sure you weren't a bad boy."

I looked at her angrily. She stopped smiling. "You know our agreement. Now if you did break it, . . . "

"I didn't. I swear." Then I whimpered, "Please,"

She looked at me considering for a moment, then got up and went to her jewelry box. She got a long gold neckchain and detached the key from the ring and put the key through it, she then put the key around her neck. She pointed at me. "It'll stay here, just to make sure you stay a good little boy. Now get undressed." When I was naked, Maxine slid down and unlocked my cage.

Still dressed, Maxine let the dress ride up her thighs. "You were very good, and patient tonight, darling. I have a special surprise for you. Just lie back and enjoy." And, just as I expected, my wife began to demonstrate the very professional fellatio technique which she learned earlier that evening from Carla, and had perfected on Pump. She again seemed to be experimenting, changing and trying new twists, asking me frequently how it felt.

She kept at it a long time, and soon shifted where I could see her face. She looked directly into my eyes, and I realized that this is the kind of sexual desire I always wanted Maxine to have. The irony of life is that I was not the recipient of the desire. She was not going down on me, but using me as a learning tool again, perfecting her technique for other men.

She paused for a moment, and dreamily looked up. "Remember when you would beg me to do this?" She slowly gobbled more and more of my penis until my pubic hair was touching her nose. She held it for a few moments, then slowly slid it out of her throat, and took a deep breathe. She looked at me and smiled, then licked the head of my cock.

If only the reality of Maxine going down on Pump, and last week Tony and Richie weren't poisoning this event. I didn't want to say anything, but my thoughts of being deprived all of these years, and her cheating on my now, betrayed me and my cock went slightly soft. She looked up at me astonished. "Doesn't this feel good? Why are you softening up."

I slid away for a moment. "I saw you. You and Pump."

She quickly propped herself on one elbow. "You were spying?"

"You were going down on him."

Maxine shook her head in disbelief. "You were spying on me!! You are really something. You know how I used to hate doing this. For 10 years, you begged for it, now, I give you a special gift, and you RUIN IT!"

"You were giving a strange man a blow job."

"Who am I sucking right now?!? WELL, you idiot! You're my husband, and I'm giving you a wonderful gift, and you're ruining it."

"But you were sucking a strange man tonight." I implored.

She screamed. "Carla offered to teach me. I thought you'd love it."

"I also heard her say that you should call me up to learn on." She didn't know I had heard that, and I thought I had her right there. But I was wrong. Maxine just moved closer, and said directly, almost with tears in her eyes.

"But I was doing it all for you! I wanted to surprise you. I thought that I would knock your socks off with the new technique. How else was I supposed to learn how to really suck a man off." She wiped her tears, and I was caught again.

"And besides," she continued. "I needed a man who's cock wasn't as small as yours, so it would be all the better when I finally did it for you." Maxine looked down at my cock and squeezed. "Wasted. It was all a wasted gift." She said, as she moved away, sounding very bitter.

She sat up and lit a cigarette, and stared at me until I turned away. I didn't know what she was thinking, but knew that I was being intimidated into thinking that tonight's scene was all for me, and that ruining it was all my fault. I even questioned whether that could be true, or not. I turned back, and she was still staring coldly. "I want to try something."

She stubbed out her cigarette, and got up to go to the bathroom. She was gone a few minutes, and when she came back, she motioned for me to roll over on my back. Still angry, and very cold looking, she poised herself over my face, and looked down at me. "Familiar territory, honey?" And Maxine's face began to disappear, as she lowered her ass onto my nose and mouth. Immediately, I smelled a slight difference. She had made a bowel movement, and didn't wipe. She was very dirty back there, and I tried to pull away. Maxine used her strength to hold me in place, and spoke firmly. "Hold still!" She put her hand on my penis. "I want you to clean me back there. Lick me clean." She leaned forward, and continued her blowjob.

In spite of the dirt, I did try to clean her. And her mouth on my penis was proving too much stimulation. She pulled away for a moment, teasing me by not letting me come. "Finish cleaning me first," she responded to my bucking hips.

When I had tongue-swabbed her ass clean, she went back down on me, and brought me to the brink. She paused, and as I looked up, her anus seemed to be straining. "Keep still," and she began to suck again, trying to bring me off.

Suddenly, just at the moment before my climax she paused, and let out a stream of gas that almost made me throw up. As I came, she shifted my hand to my penis. Again, I would provide my own stimulation. "I knew it!" she yelled as I was coming, and she ground her asshole into my mouth.

She leaped off me and sat back with folded arms. "I knew it! You can't come unless you're smelling the shit from my ass. I learn how to give a blow job like a professional, I offer you my pussy on a platter last time, and what turns you on? I can't believe this!"

Her eyes held mine and she saw that I was totally beaten. She just stared at me, imposing a cruel logic which she had engineered. But it was ¢?Š?†? who had been unfaithful to me, and who conditioned me to masturbation while she sat on my face.

Maxine's eyes held mine angrily as she lit a cigarette. "We have to do something. I've tried everything. But all of my efforts to reintroduce conventional sex into our relationship just hasn't worked, and I'm very upset, and very hurt. It seems that you just don't want positive validation." She drew on the smoke, and looked directly at me. "I'm beginning to think you're right about therapy. I think together we should see someone. I've heard about a good counselor who may be able to help both of us with these feelings of sexual frustration and resentment that are building up."




Denial Ch. 03



Dedicated to my one and only - I understand and accept the consequences of my actions, both good and bad.

All during her day she thought about him. She pondered their relationship and all the turns it had taken and the way it had grown stronger. Her shoulders were a bit stiff from having spent a few hours in restraints. She tried hard to push away thoughts of how she would be punished for masturbating without her Master's permission. But a little worry nagged at the back of her mind as to how he would deal with her for that transgression. She also was aware of a vague tenderness on her ass cheeks as she sat at her desk. He had not really spanked her very hard the night before in his office, but just the thought of it caused her to squirm with anticipation. She enjoyed the firm feeling of his hand on her bottom in the throes of passion, but certainly not for chastisement. Just before lunch she received an email from him which quelled her apprehension and set her mind flying off in sensuous thoughts and images. He discretely mentioned things that had hidden meanings and stirred arousal to her very core. He could be such a devil! He knew her too well and which buttons to push. She teased back in her own email, letting him know she was more than ready for whatever he desired. He responded that he had to work a little late and that he'd bring home some Chinese food for dinner. He also reminded her to be ready, that she could be dressed but that she'd better be accessible.

That evening she was beside herself with excitement. She showered when she'd arrived home and put on a silky lavender nightgown that fell to just above her knees. She wore nothing underneath. The smooth material delicately draped over her body, displaying the full curves of her large breasts and fell gently over her ass showing the off her plump, round cheeks. She glanced down at her tits and giggled at the thought of how her erect nipples seemed like miniature cherries gracing her voluptuous, creamy globes, perhaps to be a nice dessert after dinner! She felt sexy in her silky gown and excited at the thought of his warm, strong hands gliding all over her body. She was already wet with anticipation when she heard his car pull up and park in the garage. When he entered the back door she took the packages from him and they kissed. Although she felt like a tightly coiled spring with intense need for release, he needed to wind down a bit after a long, busy day. As she set out the cartons of Chinese food, plates, and silverware she took slow, deliberate breaths to contain her excitement and give him a chance to shift gears from work life to home life. He went to change his clothes and she opened the bottle of wine he'd brought home.

While she waited for him she set the table and lit candles for a romantic atmosphere. She turned on some easy jazz and the melody drifted softly, sensuously into the dining room. Returning to the dinning table she pulled out their chairs then decided to wait for him on her knees. He had not told her to do so but she was eager to please him and make up for her pouting from the morning. Her infraction from the wee hours of the morning did not escape her, either, but she wanted to start the weekend off right and show her willingness to submit and obey her beloved Master. She regretted masturbating on the couch as well as when he had gone to the bathroom and wondered how he would deal with that. Having her hands tied as she had tried to sleep had been terribly uncomfortable. Yet she knew that was not a disciplinary action so much as it was a declaration of his control, that he was the Master and had a right to expect her to obey the rules.

When he came to the dinning room he stopped in the doorway and smiled. The room glowed warmly and there was his sweet sub awaiting him in a position of respect. He knew she truly wanted to acquiesce to his wishes and domination and for the most part she was exceptionally wonderful at doing so. He smiled softly thinking about how much he loved everything about her. She was funny, intelligent, warm, sexy, and pleasantly plump. She loved and adored him, took great care of him from laundering his clothes and putting them away just the way he liked, to cooking terrific meals, to supporting him with love and insightful perspectives. They enjoyed a happy, content life together. Not to say there weren't disagreements now and then. But they always seemed to find a mutually satisfying resolution through open communication. That had been difficult for her when they were first together as she would tend to withdraw and keep things to herself. However, as he showed her respect and patience she learned to speak her mind when she was concerned about anything.

Giving her the space and time to feel safe and trust in him is what brought them to their D/s bond. He'd always been a dominate but would have been fine if their relationship had continued in a more traditional way. He loved her and wanted her by his side, no matter what. To find a soul mate was a blessing, a treasure to be cared for and nurtured. He would not have let that go even if she had not found her role as a sexual submissive so pleasing and rewarding. Her wondrous reactions to his domination were the icing on the cake. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

"There's my wonderful girl. Look at me." He said as he walked toward her reaching his hands out to her. She looked up and smiled brightly with such love in her eyes. Although that extra special twinkle in her look did not escape him. When she placed her hands in his he pulled her up and wrapped his strong arms around her. She sighed happily and looked into his eyes. He kissed her then held her chair for her as she sat down. "This is nice, the candles, the music, and you. What more could a man ask for?" He grinned at her as he poured their wine. She smiled as she spooned out the rice and other delicacies that he had brought home onto their plates. "You look so beautiful and sexy. I like what you chose to wear."

"Thank you," she smiled up at him. "You are so sweet to bring dinner home. I put steaks out this morning to thaw but this smells so delicious! We haven't had Chinese in a long time." They spoke about their work days as they ate. The occasional caresses and kisses enhanced the romantic air between them. When they were through he helped her clean up and then they went to the TV room to relax for a while. He held her close to him as they watched a little bit of news then switched the channel to an action movie that was halfway through. Now and then he caressed and softly teased her breasts as she, in turn, alternated in softly stroking his chest and cock. It was wonderful just to be close, to touch, to relax and for a while lose themselves in the plot of the movie. When it ended he used the remote to turn the TV off. They sat for a few moments in comfortable, cozy silence, still caressing each other. When he yawned she eased away and smiled at him.

"Are you tired, baby?"

"Yes, but not too much." He pulled her back to him and kissed her slowly rubbing his hands up and down her back across the silky material. The sensuous feel of her thin, silky nightie and her soft flesh yielding beneath his hands felt so wonderful, even comforting. As he caressed her she began to think of her lapse from the night before and fleetingly hoped she might have already been forgiven. He was so gentle with her, now.

"I wonder what you're thinking, what you're up to. The lovely dinner, the wine, the romance. It's wonderful," she teased him.

"Feeling a little guilty, are you?" he laughed and looked at her as she feigned surprise at his term 'guilty'. "I love you, sweetie. I want you to know how much I love everything about you. Can't a man show his woman a little appreciation?"

"Of course!" she sighed as she rested her head against his chest. It was so quiet and she loved listening to his heart beating, his breath filling his lungs and gently flowing out. It had a soothing, calming effect on her. He eased away from her and pulled her up with him as he stood from the couch then held her hand as he led her to the bedroom. As he sat on the side of the bed she turned on the dim bedside lamp.

"Come here," he said taking her arm and pulling her to stand before him. "Take your nightgown off and let me just admire what belongs to me." She lifted her nightgown over her head and tossed it on a nearby chair. "Your breasts are so gorgeous. I love it when your nipples are so perky." He reached up and gently stroked them with his fingertips. He knew she was always self-conscious of being on full and deliberate display and he touched her softly to try and help her relax. "So tell me what you were thinking about today."

"I thought about your hands touching me, playing with me and making me crazy. I will admit that a few times I stroked and pinched my nipples from outside of my blouse. I was so turned on thinking about all the things you do to me."

"Were you sitting at your desk as you did that? Did anyone see you?" Although she had fondled her breasts it was not a break from the rule of pleasuring herself without his permission. The rule was about actual masturbation and orgasm. Besides, he enjoyed the thought of her arousal and wanting him and was intrigued that she was playing in public.

"Yes, I was at my desk. I have that small mirror on the side of my monitor so I will notice if someone comes up behind me and I won't be startled. Just after lunch I was daydreaming about you and tweaking my nipples, hard. I could feel myself getting wet thinking about you licking and sucking my clit and me sucking your beautiful cock. All of a sudden, when I glanced in the mirror I saw Jim, one of the guys from finance, talking to Pam in the cubicle across from me. But I could see in the mirror that he was watching me. I had my back turned to him, so I was sure he couldn't see what I was doing. But then I wondered if he caught a reflection of something in my mirror. I stopped immediately, feeling embarrassed and hoping he had not seen anything! When he was done talking to Pam he paused by my cubicle and said hello to me. I turned to look at him and noticed his eyes look from my face to my breasts then back to my face. He asked me if I was doing ok, mentioning that I looked a little flushed. I just said that it was kind of warm in the office, that the air conditioning was probably not working very well. Which was the truth, it was kind of hot. The AC and the heat never work right in my part of the office. I kind of cut him off and turned back to my PC and began working."

"Hmmm...what a sexy thought of someone spying on you as you stroked your hard, beautiful nipples. I bet you liked the thought of someone watching you, didn't you?"

"Well, maybe a little," she grinned coyly. "But honestly, sweetheart, all I could think of was sucking your cock as I pinched my nipples hard. I love to worship your cock with my mouth. I adore sucking that big, swollen head and that long, thick shaft. Oh!" she gasped as he gave her nipples a sharp squeeze and stretched them listening to her describe what she had done. He slid his hand between her thighs and slipped his fingers between her hot pussy lips feeling her slick with sultry desire. She watched with avid fascination as he brought his wet fingers, sticky with her juices, to his lips and slowly licked and sucked them.

"Then get on your knees, slut, and show me what you were thinking about." He lifted off the bed and pulled his pajama pants down letting his semi-erect cock spring free. She sank to the floor and reverently kissed the head of his cock followed up with a long, wet lick with her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. She nibbled her way back down then slowly licked back up. He liked the light pressure from her teeth on his shaft and moaned as he leaned back with his hands resting on the mattress behind him to watch and enjoy her. She opened her mouth and sucked his head in flicking it with her tongue. He moaned approvingly, relaxing as she stroked the length of his rod with her velvety mouth. After a few minutes he reached out and held her head down forcing her face into his pubic hair.

He held her there for several long moments enjoying the quick puffs of breath from her nose and the way she swallowed over and over fighting the reflex to gag. Then he pulled her up by her hair and pushed her down again easing his cock even harder against the back of her throat and held her down. When her breathing became more labored he pulled her back up again. He continued this action a few more times until his balls began to tighten and his cock throbbed for release. Grabbing both sides of her head with his hands he held her in place and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. He could feel the vibrations of her moans all along his shaft and thrust in and out even harder. Finally his cum shot out of his cock and deep into her throat. He could feel her mouth sucking hard for every drop and swallowing all he had to give. He released her and leaned back on his hands panting softly. She continued to gently suck and kiss his hard cock for a few moments then let go of him and looked up at his face.

She absolutely loved sucking his cock. She loved the feel of him, the texture of his head, the way he filled her mouth up, his taste. This love play set everything into motion again, inflaming her need for him and her need to come. She felt her juices seeping from her cunt and bathing her pussy with sweet wetness. Her erect nipples had rubbed on his legs and tingled and ached for attention.

"You're so beautiful, my love. I enjoy watching you suck my cock. I enjoy watching your face while I fuck your sweet mouth. I'm so glad you belong to me," he said as he caressed her face. "What I don't enjoy is having to punish you. But you need to be reminded that you must obey me, no matter what the circumstance or situation. Once we deal with your punishment we'll put your disobedience behind us and have the whole weekend to enjoy each other. Now go and get my paddle."

Her heart sank realizing she was not so lucky as to be easily forgiven. She couldn't stand the paddle and he knew it, which is why he only used it for punishment. When she retrieved it she solemnly stood before him, eyes downcast, holding back the tears that were already threatening to spill down her cheeks. This is when she had self-doubts about being a submissive, having to experience this indignity. Yet, in a strange way, submitting to his punishment strengthened their relationship, that she would trust him even in humiliation.

"Lean face down over the bed and keep your feet on the floor," he ordered. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her forearms on the mattress. Her pale round ass was slightly higher than her shoulders. He moved to her side and using his foot he pushed her feet farther apart. She closed her eyes and held her breath preparing for the pain. "You will count and not miss a beat or we will start all over again." She didn't have to wait long before she felt the paddle slam against her right ass cheek. She cried out, not having expected him to hit her so hard and was shocked as the pain burned so intensely. There were no warm up slaps, nothing to prepare her. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she wondered how much she would be able to endure.

"One," she squeaked, forcing the word from her throat. Again, another smack this time to her left cheek. She grunted from the force of it and choked out, "Two." After the sixth slap she was sobbing and seriously thinking of screaming her safe word, the pain was so harsh. He had certainly reddened her ass with his hand in the past, in fact her entire body with hand, crop, and flogger causing fiery pain. That drove her wild with pleasure! Was it the fact that this spanking was punishment that made it seem so much more painful? Damn that paddle! She hated it with a passion! In the years they'd been together this was only the second time he'd used it on her yet she couldn't remember it feeling this badly the last time. But perhaps she had blocked that last event out of her mind. Two more in quick succession...Whack! "Ohhhh...seven!" she wailed. Whack! "EIGHT" she screamed. She was crying hard and gasping to catch her breath. He ended the session with two more quick swats at which she struggled to speak aloud. Suddenly she felt his hand gently rub her tender flesh and she flinched as her skin was excruciatingly sensitive. She heard him sigh and put the paddle down on the bedside table.

He did not like doing that to her. He knew she felt humiliated. Yet he couldn't help becoming aroused at how hot her ass felt against his palm, how her pale flesh was now crimson from the paddling. He bent down and kissed her inflamed ass cheeks then dipped his head lower to lick her slit. She was wet. He knew, though, that the chastisement had not aroused her, that her wetness was more likely from having sucked on his cock. He almost felt badly for her yet he was proud of her for accepting responsibility for her error in judgment and taking the punishment he had doled out. He had not given her very many swats but they were harder than usual and by the time he'd reached ten he could tell she was on the verge of capitulating and speaking her safe word. Her sobs were horrible, her body shook hard, and she could barely speak the count. He had no doubt that she would never forget this and would behave correctly in the future. He left her for a moment, telling her to relax. As she lowered her body to the bed she continued to cry and he came back with a cool, wet, washcloth. He laid it on her skin and noticed her jerk at its touch. After a few moments he removed the cloth and slowly began to rub lotion into her raw, hot skin.

When he was done she crawled up onto the bed and curled on her side, her tears began to subside. She was conflicted, not wanting him to touch her at all, yet desperately needing to be held and cuddled in his arms. He sat by her but did not touch her, patiently allowing her regain her composure. After a few minutes she gingerly leaned back and looked at him, careful not to press her bottom on the bed. "Please hold me," she whispered. He lay down next to her and quickly gathered her into his arms. This was where she felt safe; this is where she felt loved, in his strong arms. He softly kissed her face.

"Let's get some rest for now. It's been a long day for both of us and you have a long weekend ahead of you my love. I intend to use you in any way that I choose. I'm proud of you, so glad that you belong to me," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered then gently pulled from his arms and settled on her side. As he lay on his side, facing her, he lightly brushed his hand along her shoulder and arm, feeling her cool skin. They drifted to sleep although they were both restless in their dreams.

A few hours later she woke up cold and shivering. She rolled to her back, momentarily forgetting her tender bottom in her groggy state of mind. As soon as her raw flesh rubbed on the bedspread she softly groaned and rolled back on her side. When she reached back with her hand and tentatively touched her ass cheek she could feel the heat and sting from the paddling. Her punishment had struck an emotional nerve in her and yet she had to admit that she had whole-heartedly agreed to submit to him, obey him in every way. However she could not help wonder how he could punish her so hard. He had only been true to his word that he would give her everything she deserved, that meant the bad as well as the good. In her heart she accepted that as she gazed at his dark form sleeping next to her. She truly did love him with everything she was, with everything she had in her to give. She curled up against him, pressing herself against his body to get warm. That physical warmth was symbolic of his feelings toward her, the warm love that he shared with her. Feeling a resolved peace, knowing he loved and cherished her, she was able to drift back to sleep.




Denial Ch. 03



When she later woke she was alone in the bed. She noticed it was daylight and glanced at the alarm clock surprised that it was nearing 9:00. She chuckled thinking he had really worn her out and was sweet enough to let her sleep in. She pulled her knees up and sort of backed out of the bed not wanting to feel anything against her sore bottom. The shower was another hurdle to overcome and she opted for lukewarm water. It was cool enough so that it helped to sooth her raw skin. When she dried off she spread lotion all over her ass cheeks ever careful not to rub too hard. Her thoughts flashed back to the day before when she had just sat down at her desk and squirmed a bit after having been spanked the previous night. What a silly wimp she had been as yesterday was nothing compared to what she felt today! As she massaged lotion into her arms and breasts she lightly teased her nipples feeling happy, little twitches in her pussy. God, she hoped he would let her come soon! She was going to pull on sweatpants and a tee shirt but decided to just wear the tee shirt and leave her bottom bare. Glancing in the mirror she noticed her bottom was rather pink and wondered how long it would be before the soreness would subside.

"Good morning sweetheart. I tried to wake you when I got up but you must have been exhausted because you barely made a sound. How about some orange juice? Are you hungry? I could make some French toast if you like." He was so cheerful as if ignoring the fact that she was moving about very slowly. But he had indeed noticed her stiff movements as she had come in and went to the refrigerator to retrieve the juice.

"Yes, that sounds good. Uh...why don't you relax and I'll make breakfast," she offered. No way was she going to be sitting anytime soon!

"Ok, great! I'm starving. The dogs have already been fed and I was starting to wonder if you were going to stay in bed all day," he gently teased her and went back to reading his paper. As she began to get the food from the refrigerator he grinned to see her delicately squatting to get things from the lower shelves, rather than bend over from the waist and stretch the skin on her ass in any way. It wasn't funny, but he couldn't help grinning. He sat back and watched her prepare their breakfast. He had a very pleasant view with her back to him as she worked at the kitchen counter near the stove. Her ass was lovely, pink and round. He had an urge to pinch it but refrained not wanting to antagonize her. She would be more than busy later in the day and he was sure she would be completely distracted from the pain in her bottom! She served him his breakfast at the table but went back and leaned against the sink as she ate her own.

"Sweetie, come and sit at the table with me."

"No, I'm fine." She took a bite of French toast and avoided looking at him.

"You certainly are. But come on, sit and relax with me." He reached over and pulled the chair away from the table and patted the seat. "I want you to sit with me." She sighed, loathe to feel anything pressed against her delicate cheeks. She set her plate on the table then reluctantly lowered her butt to the chair. She grimaced as her bottom made contact with the unyielding wood. The coolness of the wood was nice but it was not enough to alleviate the soreness of her raw skin.

"We have to go to the grocery store today. I need to go by the hardware store, too," he said, planning their errands. "It might be nice to have lunch out, you know at that restaurant by the river, and eat outside."

"It might be nice to stay at home all day with my ass planted on an ice pack," she countered playfully. But the thought of getting dressed and having anything on her skin caused her grief.

"The more you move around, the easier it will be. You'll feel better, honest." Smiling at her cheeky remark he finished his breakfast. "That was delicious, sweetie, thank you." He got up and rinsed his plate then put it in the dishwasher. "Let's get dressed and get going. Time's a wasting!" He sauntered off toward the bedroom. As soon as he was out of the kitchen she stood up and whimpered. How was she going to bare anything on her backside was beyond her.

As he dressed she stood in front of the closet wondering what would be least irritating to wear. It was rather cool outside and she really wanted to wear a sweater and jeans. She opted for a soft cotton skirt that came down to her mid calves and a sweater. She picked up her soft, tan leather boots and felt that between the long skirt and the boots that would keep her legs warm enough. She opened her lingerie drawer and contemplated going without panties, but perhaps that would just let her skirt irritate her raw skin. Better to wear soft panties to protect against chaffing. Before she could dress he called her to him and stared at her naked body.

"All of you belongs to me. Even your poor, sorry ass," he said as he let his fingers lightly caress her tender skin. She flinched a little but stayed in place. His dick had grown hard as he'd watched her bare ass all morning, now he wanted her mouth on him. "On your knees, slut. Suck my cock before we go. No hands," he commanded as he pulled his erect cock from his pants. She knelt and licked the tip of his head before sucking it into her hot, wet mouth. She worked his cock hungrily sucking and slurping up and down his thick shaft. It didn't take long before he grabbed her head and held her still while his cum shot out, coating her tongue and throat with his thick cream. He looked down at her and softly caressed her face and hair.

"I'm tempted to stay home and play with your beautiful body. But the sooner we get our errands done the sooner we can get back home and enjoy the rest of our weekend. Come on, get dressed so we can go." She sighed in disappointment but did as she was told. When she was ready he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Should have left the panties off. Much sexier. But I'm feeling benevolent today and you do look beautiful in that sweater. Showing off your lovely, big breasts makes up for wearing the panties." They went out to his truck and he held the door for her, watching her gently ease down on the seat. He chuckled and she glared at him. "Sorry, but you look a bit pitiful. My poor baby. But the thought of that sweet, plump ass all pink and tender is turning me on."

"Yeah? Well it would me too if my ass had gotten that way for any other reason. I hurt!" She sniffled then looked away. Humiliation still wounded her pride and she just wanted to forget the whole thing. But she knew that as they went about their day her ass would not let her forget as her flesh tingled and stung with each movement.

They went to the hardware store first as he needed a new wall switch for the lights in the kitchen. The pet store was next for dog food. They wandered around looking at the fish and birds. In the aisle with the dog toys and collars he found a delicate collar studded with rhinestones. She had an intense phobia of things around her neck, even if they were loose. He was ok with that but thought the sparkling collar would look cute on her. Her actual collar was more discrete and classy. He'd bought a lovely sterling silver bracelet for her and had it inscribed with "You belong to me, always" on the outside and on the inside "With all my love, D". It had been their sweet little joke that it should have been "all ways" but she had thought it was incredibly romantic and wore it proudly. She never took it off, even when she showered or cleaned house.

When they arrived at the riverside restaurant it was quite busy but they were able to find a table on the patio. It was chilly but sunny, the azure sky was cloudless and there was no breeze which made it comfortable for outside dinning. They sipped wine and ate a delicious seafood lunch as they chatted. Every now and then she squirmed in her chair and he knew she was uncomfortable but she didn't complain. She was very aware he was watching her because every time she shifted in her seat he softly smiled sharing his acknowledgement of her tender secret.

The trip to the grocery store was their last stop. As they shopped he occasionally stood directly behind her as she considered the selections on the shelves and he would press against her wrapping his arms around her and lightly rub his thumbs across her nipples. She would grin and shiver as the tingling from her breasts coursed down her body to her pussy. She watched the other shoppers hoping no one noticed where he was touching her yet it was paradoxically exciting when she happened to catch a patron or two glance at them and watch for a moment. Sometimes there were expressions of amusement, sometimes there were stunned frowns. In any case the looks on the strangers' faces were quite enticing.

His teasing heated up in the produce department. He told her to choose a container of succulent, rich, red strawberries and whispered in her ear, describing pushing a large, juicy berry into her pussy then sucking and eating it out of her, tasting the red juice mingled with her own slippery pussy juice. Perusing the vegetables she picked out a zucchini and he took it from her then stood in front of her pressing her lower back against the display case. He held the dark, cylindrical vegetable between them, holding his body against hers, then pulled her skirt up with it, dragging it along the inside of her thighs. He rubbed it against her mons and she slightly spread her legs allowing him access to her pussy. Even from the outside of her panties the cool hardness of the zucchini felt salacious and made her melt. She could feel the wetness from her cunt saturating her panties. She nervously looked at the other shoppers and saw one man discretely observing them.

"I'm going to fuck you with this tonight. Then you are going to prepare it with your luscious juices all over it for us to eat with dinner," her Master huskily whispered in her ear. She sighed and gently eased her hips forward wishing he would push the squash harder against her clit and finally let her come, even with the stranger watching. She felt herself blushing furiously seeing the man's eyes open wide and a smile curve the corners of his lips. Her Master pulled the zucchini away and let her skirt drop. "We're done here, let's get home. I want you." He kissed her hard then stepped away and glanced at the man observing them. He wondered how his sub felt knowing they were being watched. She had been blushing but yielding to him and he sensed that being watched had turned her on. He felt his stiff cock twitch as the thought excited him...teasing and playing with his sexy slut as another watched. He knew she would be embarrassed but that would merely enhance her arousal at being naughty in front of a voyeur. He considered taking it a little further if the opportunity ever presented itself.



Denial Ch. 03



After a moment, she looked at me with hurt and anger. "You wouldn't be too upset if I wanted to sleep alone tonight, would you?"

It would be the first night we ever slept apart under the same roof.

Maxine just sat up in bed with her arms folded, covered to her waist by a sheet. She stared at me and let me know that I had never disappointed her as much as now.

I took my pillow, and a sheet, left our bedroom and was about to enter the guest room. Maxine called out to me. "I'd rather you sleep in the basement." I was in shock. Maxine was banishing me to the dampest, dirtiest part of our house. There was only an old cot down there.

I went back into our room before I went down. "Why the basement?"

"If you're up here, we'll be too tempted to argue. Don't be so defensive." Maxine answered. "It's a warm night, and it's probably cooler down there anyway. Which reminds me, can you turn on our air conditioning" She stared at me as I walked to turn on the machine which would keep her nice and cool all night, while I lay sweating in the cellar. "Come here. I almost forgot."

I walked to her, and she stubbed out her cigarette and reached over for the cock cage. She put it on me, and clicked the lock shut.

As I turned to go downstairs, nude with a cock cage, and a sheet and pillow, she reached into her night table and took out her huge, vibrating dildo. She switched on some disco music, and began to slide down on the bed. "Close the door on your way out. And please don't come up here again tonight." As I walked out the door, I looked back once more, and she was staring at me, with her legs spread. She flicked on the vibrator, and brought it to her sex.

Why couldn't she have waited until I was out of the room? Because she knew that it would crush me, that was why. 

What ELSE did I expect?

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 04



There was a tension in the house for the next few days, and I continued to sleep in the basement. The second day, while I was out on a business appointment, Maxine, who was home on summer vacation, moved a small TV set, and some of my toiletries and clothing down to the basement. When I came home, and noticed this, I went up to the kitchen to confront her about it. She was talking to someone, and laughing conspiratorially.

"Who's that?" I asked.

Maxine covered the mouthpiece and glared at me. "A friend. What do you want?"

"What's with the TV and clothes in the basement?"

Maxine said into the phone, "I'll call you back. Are you at the club . . . OK, bye."

Who was she talking to, and at what "club?"

"I really need some time alone to think, until we see the therapist later this week. Is it really so terrible down there for another few nights." She touched my hand. The first sign of affection in two days.

I shrugged. The day after our argument, she told me that she had gotten the name of a good counselor who would see us both and try to help us with our problem. I asked about credentials and degrees, but Maxine didn't know.

That evening, we had dinner, and after I did the dishes, Maxine went upstairs to change. When she came down, she was wearing my favorite negligee, and perfume. She kissed me goodnight and started upstairs. "Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow."

I stayed in the downstairs living room for a while, and then went down to the basement to try to sleep. This was the most frustrated I had ever been, knowing that Maxine was upstairs looking so enticing, and I was two floors away.

The next morning was our appointment with the therapist, Dr. Gruen, who was a 20-minute drive across town. Maxine and I practically said nothing during the whole trip.

Dr. Gruen's office was a large apartment, with a study set aside as an office. We rang the bell, and a woman answered. I told her we were there to see Dr. Gruen, and she said, "I'm Dr. Gruen." She was about 60, tall very thin. She had piercing blue eyes, and her white hair was pulled back handsomely.

We came in to sit down, had coffee, and made small talk for a few minutes. Then she asked each of us to just tell her why we were there. She asked that Maxine start, and she did.

From Maxine's prospective, she admitted that for years, she had had trouble responding to me sexually, and that she avoided it whenever possible. She told of our shift to s&m and the eventual adding of my cock cage as a way to restrict my masturbation, and give her a sense of control. But she slanted the version of what had happened in the last few weeks. She said that I was being paranoid about "our" new friends. Maxine said that I wasn't responding to conventional sex anymore, while her appetite was increasing, and that she needed much more than I was providing. She said that I seemed to only respond to "certain scents" during the sex act now. Dr. Gruen glanced to me for a moment, then just listened patiently.

I then told Dr. Gruen my side of it. At intervals during my story, she turned to Maxine and shook her head.

"And what do you think Maxine's motives are for getting together with this Richie and his friends."

I looked at Maxine and said to the doctor, "I don't know. But I've already caught her making love"

Dr. Gruen looked at Maxine reproachingly. Maxine stared at me hurt.

"And what are these smells that you find so appealing," Dr. Gruen asked me.

I stammered for a moment, and then explained. "If I can say, it's the smells from Maxine's, uh, her . . . "

"Vagina?" asked Dr. Gruen, patiently.

I glanced at Maxine, who had a challenging look on her face. I continued to stammer.

"Her anus?" Dr. Gruen prompted, and I shook my head. "How did this come about."

I then explained how this was the only accompaniment to sexual relief which Maxine has allowed me for the last year.

"So, Maxine, you have cultivated your husband's fixation." Maxine just stared at Dr. Gruen.

Dr. Gruen sat back and clasped her hands. "Maxine, your husband certainly has a lot of pain, which must be addressed if your relationship is to survive. I'm very surprised at the way in which you've responded to his needs. You have a very special husband, and he should be treated as such. I think you will need separate counseling, and then later, you both should join a therapy group with other couples who have similar problems."

Maxine was being reproached, but on what basis, I couldn't figure out.

"And you," she now turned to me. "Your wife needs as much help as you. I'll be assigning Maxine some special sensitivity exercises for you both to do. One per evening. She and I will talk about them now, alone."

She asked Maxine to stay for a separate session to discuss some of the exercises. Maxine asked me to pick her up in an hour.

When I returned, Maxine was sitting in the doctor's office, laughing and both were having a smoke. Dr. Gruen wanted to see me for a few minutes alone, so Maxine left.

"Many of the sensitivity exercises I have given Maxine to do, are sexual and involve some discipline. Please be patient with her, but you must record your real response to these exercises in this journal. It will help in her treatment. Bring the journal with you next time. Your answers must be stream of consciousness, and portray your real feelings. Don't worry about their content. It's the honesty that I'm looking for between you and your wife. As you work in the house, you each need some time apart. Perhaps your wife can get a job for the summer." She held my hand for a moment. "And above all, try to relax. We'll try and solve the problem, so you can have a more stable marriage."

As Dr. Gruen was walking me to her door, she stopped. "Oh, and that cock cage? I recommend that it stay on for this first round of exercises. Eventually, we will have Maxine take it off you and throw it away. But for now, it's her progress which I'm concerned about, and she'll feel more secure with it on you, so let's keep it on for a while longer, okay?"

All of my fears were set aside. This was a woman doctor who also saw that Maxine needed to change. Dr. Gruen was not going to gang up with my wife on me, which I was afraid of. She recognized that the problem was Maxine's and that she would have to give her most of the attention.

The first night, Maxine came down to the basement in her negligee, and said that she wanted me to sleep in our room again. I said yes, and she said Dr. Gruen's first exercise required that I had to beg her to do so, to show her that I really wanted to.

In the name of going along with Maxine's treatment, I started to beg.

"On your knees," Maxine interrupted me.

I got on my knees. "The exercise is that you're not to look at me, but you're to put my big toe into your mouth right after you beg me." she said very matter of factly, and slipped out of her high-heeled mule. She stared down at me coldly.

I begged her, and she just pointed to her toe. I lowered myself down on the ground, opened my mouth wide and she placed her big toe into my mouth. "Keep it there," Maxine said softly. She moved the toe more deeply into my mouth, and kept it there for a minute or so. She then slowly took it out, and told me I had permission to sleep in the bedroom. We slept holding each other that night. It was Friday.

My feelings were complex. I imagine that Dr. Gruen was giving Maxine an opportunity to get much of the negative feelings out of her system. To cleanse herself, as such. As Dr. Gruen said, I would have to be patient, and understand that it was all being done in the interest of achieving a balance in our marriage. I played along with Maxine, prepared myself for a rough week, and for the rest of the week, would put my impressions down in the journal. I wondered what Maxine's impressions of these incidents would be.

The next night, Saturday, when I finished the dishes and went into our bedroom, my bag of s&m toys was on the bed. Maxine was sitting at the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed, dressed in my favorite neglegee again. "Come here," Maxine said to me when I entered the room, and crooked her finger at me. I went to her, and she motioned for me to turn around. When I did, she pulled my hands behind me, and with wrist cuffs she had taken from the bag, she bound my hands. She then turned me around facing her again.

She had me kneel beside the bed. She reached for and untangled the nipple clamps from the pile of toys. She opened them wide, and began putting them on me, tightening them to the next to last notch, and gave a sharp tug to see that they wouldn't come off. She then pulled me up onto my feet and over her onto my side of the bed, easing me down onto my side. Facing away from her, I felt her shift and heard her negligee open to expose her breasts, and this was confirmed when she cuddled closely to me.

Her breasts and hot breathe drove me wild. She began to softly explain. "This is how the exercise says we should sleep tonight. Dr. Gruen says that I should get in touch with our anger, and learn how to respond appropriately. In this "Question Sensitivity Exercise," everytime you 'push one of my buttons,' and make me angry, I have to yank on the clamps. The angrier you make me, the harder I yank. If you've really gone too far, the exercise says I can close them to their tightest to let you know. It also says we should talk about topics which especially disturb us, with no other distractions, and that to avoid misunderstandings, we should use a tape recorder."

Maxine turned out the lights, flipped on the tape recorder she had placed on my night table, and we sat for a moment. The only sound in the room was the slight whir of the tape recorder, our breathing, and the occasional rattle of the clamp's metal chain as one of us shifted in the bed. The whole situation was also stimulating me beneath my cock cage, as Maxine was massaging my back with her breasts. All of the questions would be Maxine's, she said, as Dr. Gruen was trying to center on her response. "Don't worry, honey. Tomorrow night's exercise deals with YOUR questions. Ready?" Maxine asked, snuggling closer.

"Yes." I answered.

"Okay. And you have to be truthful. If you're evasive, I'm allowed to express my anger. Here goes: Do you love me?"

"Yes," I replied, surprised at how vulnerable and insecure Maxine seemed.

"Do you trust me?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "Yes, but I don't know whether you realize that you're hurting me."

"How am I hurting you?" She asked ironically, clutching onto a chain spanning my chest which could cause great pain if she pulled it.

"You hurt me by making love to Richie and Tom . . . "

Suddenly, like a bell ringing, Maxine yanked hard on the clamps.

I then heard her voice through the haze of my pain. "I KNOW all that! I had no choice. I was in a situation where I was obliged to follow through. I thought you understood that!!"

I was recovering from the pain, and her voice softened. "Do you understand THAT?"

"Yes."

There was a pause, as she settled in comfortably again.

"Do you think I'm a good lover?" Maxine asked.

"Yes, I do." I answered.

"Then how come you've complained our entire marriage about our lovemaking."

I carefully tried to shape the question. "It was the frequency I was complaining about." which wasn't true. Only in the last few weeks, with her experimenting, had her technique improved.

"If you're so concerned about frequency, how come you insisted on the cock cage?"

This conversation was a mine-field. One wrong step, and I would just get more pain. "The cage went on before your sex drive increased. We put the cage on to control my masturbating."

Apparantly I had answered correctly, because she cuddled up closer.

"Do you resent the cock cage?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "Yes."

I felt my wife grip the chain tightly just before she pulled. She yanked and I thought she had pulled a nipple right off my chest. "Then how come you can't respond like a real man when I take the cage off??"

I was only beginning to recover, when she yanked again. "Answer me!!"

I answered quickly, "Because when my cock is locked up for a long time, it takes time to respond."

She was clutching the chain. "Are you calling me insensitive?"

"No! I'm not. It's me. It's me." I couldn't stand any more pain right now.

She eased up. "Well, if it's you, I want you to tell Dr. Gruen the truth about it. I won't let you and a therapist gang up on me."

She paused for a moment and readjusted the nipple clamps, which had almost come off. She settled back into a comfortable position. "Who was the one who got you obsessed with the smell and disgusting taste of my ass: You or I?"

I knew what was coming. I couldn't win. If I said "I developed it myself," she would be angry that I told Dr. Gruen a lie. If I repeated that she developed my fixation, she would explode.

"I did myself."

Quickly, one in each hand, Maxine closed the clamps. The pain was electric in intensity. I couldn't see straight, and she grabbed the chain. "Then why. . ." She yanked suddenly. ". . . did" she yanked again. "you . . ." another yank "Lie???" One final yank, and a clamp came off. She immediately reapplied it, tightening it all the way.

I was close to tears. "Please stop, Maxine."

She grabbed the chain again, cuddled closer, and held me back by my waist so I wouldn't be able to lessen the pressure as she pulled the clamps away from my chest. "Just tell me why you lied to Dr. Gruen?"

BUT I DIDN'T LIE! I wanted to yell, but was afraid of the pain. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I lied."

"Then tell her so the next time." Maxine said, and eased up on the chain.

After a slight pause, Maxine had us shift positions so she sat back and spread her legs, and I leaned back between her legs, facing in the same direction. She looped her legs on top of mine to keep me steady, placed one arm across my shoulders, and clutched the chain with her other hand. My head rested back on her shoulder. I felt nothing but her softness, and smelled her perfume. I began to harden inside of the cock cage, and Maxine gentle toyed with my penis with her foot.

"I got an offer to go to work for the summer at a health club which Richie owns. It would be a managerial position. The pay would be good, and I'd feel a lot better about myself. Do you have any objections to my working for Richie?"

If this exercise was meant to elicit honest responses, the pain made that impossible. I did object, but the idea of receiving pain for telling the truth made it impossible to say no. I glanced down, and Maxine was poised to yank my nipples off if I gave the wrong answer. "No objections."

"It's mostly evening and night hours. Do you have any problem with that?" With the nipple clamps as an enforcement device, I just quickly nodded in agreement.

"And," Maxine braced her legs, and held me tighter. She gripped the chain tightly. "If at any time, the situation presents itself where I'm obliged to do a sexual act for one reason or another, like at the disco, will you ever make me feel guilty, or will you trust me and know that I love you more than anyone?"

She breathed on my ear, and caressed my chest as she waited for the answer. She was not impatient for the reply, because she knew what it would be. "I trust you."

Now she was whispering, and she gave me a squeeze. "Good honey. I'm glad. And will you ever again hurt me by acting unappreciative when I give you a gift, or will you accept the gift, and thank me for it." She was referring to the blow- job technique which she had learned while experimenting on Pump. Again, there was only one sane response. "I'll accept the gift and say thank you."

For a moment, Maxine just caressed my hair, and face, and hugged and kissed me from behind. The contrast between the biting pain in my nipples and the gentle caresses confused my senses. "Just one more question, darling, then we can both go to sleep." By now, I was almost delerious from the pain.

She held me tightly now, and I tried to squirm away because I knew it would be another no win question. But her hand was tight across my chest, and her legs around my midsection. She held the chain tightly, and asked the question very clearly. "Do you want to have a sex life at all?"

A 'no' might banish me to the cock cage forever. A 'yes' opened up a Pandora's Box which could trigger her anger. I had to risk the pain.

"Yes I do." I said, and braced myself.

She didn't yank on the clamps, but touched my hair and then squeezed me tighter. I relaxed. "So do I, honey. But . . ." Like a flash, she started pulling steadily on the clamps, forcing me to lift my chest off the bed. She forced me back with all her weight so my nipples would receive all of the pressure. I screamed, but she kept pulling, and began yelling: "If you do, then why are you making problems??" She kept up the pulling, for a moment, tugging until she applied a steady pressure, and yanked first one, then the other clamp off my nipples. The pain was as intense as I've ever felt.

Maxine stopped, and I was crying. She then went back to caressing me, and cooing that it would be alright, the exercise was over. "It'll be okay, baby." She shifted me over onto my side again, held me, and we went to sleep with Maxine massaging life back in my nipples.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much. But I think Dr. Gruen was right. Don't you think we learned a lot from that exercise."

I certainly learned that the pain was more than I could take, and that the choice may indeed come down to choosing to stay with the woman I loved, or leaving her.

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 04



Dedicated to my one and only...I submit to you, and you are so good to me.

As they drove home he pulled her hand into his lap and her heart quickened feeling the hard bulge trapped in his pants. She leisurely stroked his cock, not looking at him, instead watching the scenery pass by. Her pussy felt slippery and swollen aching to feel her Master's cock fucking her. Yet, when they arrived home and he helped her put things away he seemed to take his time, slowing their progress. Every now and then he tweaked her nipples or caught her to suck and bite on her earlobes. A few times he even rubbed and pinched her ass and she instinctively flinched but noticed her tender cheeks were a little less painful as they had been when she first woke up. He had been right, moving around and being active seemed to have eased the pain on her bottom, somewhat.

As soon as everything was put away he abruptly grabbed her arms and pulled her to the kitchen table. He kissed her passionately and forced her to lie on her back on the tabletop then grabbed her ankles and raised them to make her legs bend and positioned her booted feet to rest on the table. With one hand he flipped her skirt over her knees to fall across her tummy and with his other hand he slid his fingers between the sodden crotch of her panties and the puffy lips of her pussy.

"There's my slut, hot and wet. You want me to fuck you, don't you," he said rather than asked, knowing she was hungry to feel him insider her. Her hips pushed up in a silent answer but he would not touch her twitching hole, only slide his fingertips up and down her wet lips. After several moments she whimpered and tried to maneuver her pussy higher to make his fingers slide into her dripping cunt. "What does my fuck slut want?" he taunted her.

"I want you to fuck me. Yes! Please! I need you to fuck me!" she pleaded with frustration. Her body was tense with burning anticipation. She squirmed against his fingers yet he only continued to stroke her soft, outer labia. "Master, please fuck me, please!" she gasped as she seductively thrust her hips up and down. All the pain from her sore ass and all the touching and teasing had worked to inflame her need for him.

"No," he said quietly then pulled away from her.

"No?!" she practically screamed. "Please! I need you!" she begged as he walked away from her and left the room. "Come back and fuck me, please!" she groaned to herself. Her hand slipped between her legs reaching for her neglected clit then she jerked her hand back looking to see if he was watching her. But he had left the kitchen and she sat up gasping and horribly frustrated. She slid off the table to follow him pulling her sweater over her head and let it haphazardly fall to the floor. She shrugged her bra off then slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it as she quickly caught up with him in the hallway. "Master?" she whispered but he seemed to ignore her as he continued into the bedroom, not bothering to cast a glance her way. When she entered the bedroom he was by the nightstand with the drawer open. He turned to look at her standing just inside the doorway wearing nothing but her panties and boots.

"If we were at a nude rodeo you'd almost fit right in. You'd have to get rid of the panties, though." He laughed, not unkindly. She did look cute and sexy, nearly naked, with the blush of frustration and frantic need heating her face. "Now, be a good girl and take your panties and boots off then get on the bed. Lie on your back and spread those lovely limbs stretched wide."

"What? Oh!" she gasped, exasperated, and stomped toward him. She reached for his belt and began to unfasten it as she looked up into his face and reached up to kiss him. "Please, I need you. Please, now," she implored him as she unzipped his pants.

"You're pushing it. That's not what I told you to do. If I didn't know you better I'd say you're purposely trying for more punishment." He reached up and grabbed her hair in his fist pulling her head back as his free hand roughly grasped her breast and painfully squeezed her nipple. She whimpered and closed her eyes. "Stop acting like a brat and get on the bed. You are mine to do with as I choose, how I choose, when I choose." He pushed her down to the mattress and smiled as she sprawled and glared up at him. "What position are you supposed to be in, right now?"

Her breath shuddered as she yanked her boots and socks off tossing them toward the wall then pulled her panties off and threw them toward her boots. She eased herself flat in the center of the bed, mindful of her sore bottom. She wouldn't look at him as she stretched out her arms and legs, pointing toward the four corners of the bed. He enjoyed pushing her patience; and deep inside, she loved it as well. He took up ropes and cuffs from the drawer and gazed at his lovely, naked sub. She surely was hot and wanting from the appearance of her swollen, wet pussy. Just the way he wanted her, desperate.

"To whom do you belong?" he asked as he calmly tied one end of a soft rope around her thigh, just above her knee, then tied the other end to an eyehook attached to the side board. It was set on a spring so it would fold underneath the bed when not in use. That way neither of them could accidentally bang their shins on the thick metal piece. He cuffed her ankle and tied the cuff to the outer corner of the bed. He secured her other leg in an identical fashion, thus her legs were spread wide with her knees bent causing her to be sweetly exposed. He paused and admired the view of her dark, rosy flesh glistening with her juices and her lovely engorged clit.

"You, Master," she sighed with happy anticipation. Surely he would not be able to resist her charms much longer and give her the fucking that she so badly needed!

"Stroke that hungry cunt, I know that's what you want to do. Rub that sweet clit and fuck that nice, tight hole with your fingers for me." She quickly reached down, grateful for his command to masturbate for him. He loved watching her as he slowly stroked her breasts and pinched her stiff nipples. He reached in the open drawer and pulled out a pair of clamps connected with a silver chain. Holding her breast up with one hand he leaned down and sucked the nipple, licking it and softly biting it. Feeling her climax already rising she moaned wishing for his permission to come. What she received instead was the tight, painful embrace of each clamp's jaws capturing her hard buds. She gasped and squirmed rubbing her clit harder. It felt incredible, legs bound, nipples sending jolts of sharp, fine pain down her belly and feeding the fire of her cunt. She watched with lustful fascination as her Master pulled the chain high stretching her burning nipples and pulling the weight of her large breasts up behind them. This brought her right to the edge making it extremely difficult to hold her orgasm back. 

"Please let me...please....I need to come!" she begged breathlessly. Her clit pulsed with each beat of her pounding heart. "I don't know...not sure I...oh! can hold it!" she cried as he pulled the chain higher.

"Who do you serve?" he asked as he dropped the chain to the valley between her tits. She whimpered feeling as if her nipples were on fire! He pulled her hand away from her hot sex and licked her fingers, smiling as she watched him. He wrapped her wrist in a cuff and tied it to the bed.

"You, Master," she whispered still flicking her clit with the fingers of her free hand.

He stood and pulled his shirt off, kicking his shoes off at the same time. He walked to the other side of the bed and took her right hand away, wrapped a cuff around her wrist, and tied it to the bed leaving her body stretched open for his use. She kept her eyes on him. He was so cool and collected as he went about his business rendering her completely helpless. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at him to fuck her and let her come. She squirmed and pushed her hips up the few inches that she was able, feeling the throb of her cunt in such aching need for his cock! Yet she could only lie there and watch as he slowly slid his pants down his long legs and off his feet, turning to drape his pants on the chair near the bed. As he turned back to her he reached into the drawer and pulled out the flogger. She watched his every move as he raised the flogger up and brought it down hard across her huge, round tits. She vaguely heard the chain of her clamps jingle as she grunted and blew her breath out hard absorbing and releasing the shock of the pain.

"Thank you Master, may I have another?" She focused on his hand as he brought the flogger down again on her tits and incoherent words were harshly whispered from her lips. She breathed deeply and asked, "Thank you Master, may I have another?" and she received a hard blow to her inner thigh. It stung badly and she had to take a few long, deep breaths before she asked again, "Thank you Master, may I have another?" He continued to oblige her for several more strikes, the leather tendrils whipping her pale flesh with strips of fire wrapping around her thighs, belly, and tits.

"What do you want, slut?"

"I want to come!" she cried. Her body shivered and pulled on the restraints. She groaned in relief as his fingers caressed her clit and slid into her pussy, playing back and forth between one hot spot and the other. She closed her eyes and thrust her hips up and down as much as her bonds would allow. She was so tense with need she wept awaiting him to give her permission to come! She suddenly felt the hot sting of his hand as he slapped her swollen, juicy slit. She cried out in dismay as the fiery pain melted into her flesh. Once more, his fingers softly stroked her for several moments lulling her into hoping he was finally going to let her come. Abruptly, his palm crashed down on her and she screeched and jerked her tightly bound limbs. Then his fingers caressed her, he even leaned down and licked her delicate, dripping pussy until she thought she would go mad.

"Fuck! Let me come, damn it! I'm going to come, I can't stop it!" she wailed as he sucked and bit her clit. Then the harsh sensation of his hand disrupted her impending climax as the burning sting zipped through her tender flesh. The fire one moment and the softness the next was making her crazy. She cried and mumbled...begging him to let her come. He climbed onto the bed and she could not take her eyes off is long, rigid shaft, the swollen, purple head pointing at her. "Please fuck me and let me come, please?" she whispered, tears spilling from her pleading eyes, and looked up at him.

He straddled her body and grabbed her breasts pushing them together to wrap around his thick rod. She looked down to see his knob bulging out from between her tits. "Lick it," he quietly commanded. Lifting her head she stretched her tongue out and swirled it around his taut-skinned head. His precum melted on her tongue like honey as she stroked and licked with enthusiasm. He began to slowly fuck her huge tits, pulling away from her tongue then forward again as she licked him with each thrust. He loved the teasing sensation of the soft tip of her tongue caressing his head. Intermittently he would push further forward so his cock would slide just inside her mouth and let her suck on his throbbing head.

"There's my cockslut, such a good girl. You're mouth and tongue feel so hot...mmmmm...so good," he groaned softly. "You're beautiful breasts belong to me, your hot mouth belongs to me. I love fucking your sweet tits." His pace increased and with each bounce against her breasts the clamps on her nipples roughly jiggled creating spasms of exquisite pain causing hot, needy twinges in her pussy. After several more thrusts he released her breasts and moved backward to kneel between her stretched legs. "What does my desperate slut want?" he asked as he teased her velvety slit with the head of his cock.

"I want you to fuck me, Master, and let me come, please!" she gasped as she watched him torment her.

"I love to hear you beg for it," he said as he rubbed his cockhead on her clit. She was still very tender from the whacks of his hand on her pussy and she flinched at first. But it felt wickedly good and she couldn't help herself as she inched her hips up and down for harder contact. 

"Please, Master, please! I need to come!" she groaned and cried. But he only continued to taunt her, rubbing up and down her slit, teasing the slippery opening of her pussy. She whimpered and pressed her hips up trying to get him to slide into her tight hole. "Oh god, please, Master! I'm begging you! Please fuck me and make me come!" Finally she felt him enter her and with excruciating slowness glide in and out of her clenching cunt. "Harder, please, harder!" He obliged her and thrust in deeper and faster. He reached down and flicked her engorged nub with his finger. "Ohhhhhh!" she cried, trying so hard to hold her orgasm back. He could see the strain on her face, bright red from frustration.

"All right, come hard for me, now!" he growled as he banged into her, his balls slapping against her ass. A scream ripped from her throat and her body jerked wildly against her restraints as her orgasm exploded from deep inside. Hot, pulsing waves of sharp pleasure undulated throughout her. She groaned and cried out over and over as her orgasm continued to ripple through her for several wondrous minutes. He continued to fuck her feeling his balls tighten with the urgent need for release. When she began to relax in the aftermath of her hard climax he rubbed her clit more vigorously working her into a second orgasm. "Come again, come with me!" he yelled. Her cries joined his grunts as he felt her cunt squeeze him and she felt his cock spasm inside her; the cum burst from him mixing with her own luscious juices.

After a few minutes he lay on the bed next to her as they both panted hard, catching their breath. As they calmed down he ran his hand all over her body from her legs to her breasts, softly caressing her. He loved the feel of her soft, pliant body. Then he leaned closer and licked and sucked on her pale, large breasts. Reaching up he unclasped one of the clamps and she hissed through her teeth as the blood rushed to fill her strangled nipple with a sweet burn. Then the other nipple, and she was squirming her hips, the hot pain in both of her nipples stirring her need to climax again.

"My slut seems to need more," he murmured as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and lightly bit and pulled it. She raised her hips up in answer. "Be still or I'll have to spank you." She quickly settled her ass on the bed and pressed down trying to refrain from any movement. "There's my good girl. I think it would be nice to sit in the hot tub for a while before I use that zucchini in your cunt and we get dinner ready." She trembled at the thought of him fucking her with that thick, dark green vegetable. She was nervous but curious as to how it would feel. As he untied her and let her off the bed she wondered if he would really make her cook it with her juices all over it. "Get the towels and come along," he said and left the bedroom.

The evening air was colder, now, and she shivered as she quickly walked to the hot tub. He was already in it and had the jets blasting massaging little bubbles. The steam rose up all around her as she stepped down into the tub. He liked the way the moist vapor curled around, caressing her body. Oh, but as she sank down into the hot water it burned her tenderized flesh and her immediate reaction was to descend slow trying to ease her way into the bubbling water. But actually, this only prolonged the sting so she sat down quickly and winced at the pain engulfing every nerve on every spot of her whipped and spanked body. Yet, it was a good pain, in a strange way, as she thought of the pleasure she gave to her Master. She sat perfectly still waiting for the intensity of the sensations to subside and for her body to become accustomed to the heat.

He laughed softly, pleased that she was going through the sensations. He felt slightly sympathetic but he was also glad that he had brought her to these feelings. It was a good affirmation of who owned her and who she served. He liked to see her squirm and feel a bit uncomfortable because he knew she also enjoyed feeling the reminder of his ownership of her. For a while they simply sat and were soothed by the swirling, bubbling water massaging their bodies. They chatted quietly for a while and just relaxed. Then he leaned forward and pulled her to him and kissed her, sucking her tongue, biting her lips. She licked his chin then down his throat to his chest and sucked on his nipples. Her fingertips lightly stroked his cock and she could feel him growing erect again.

Suddenly she took a deep breath and submerged her head, finding his dick with her mouth under the hot, swirling water. He grunted with happy surprise, watching her hair wave around her head, feeling her mouth enclosed around his growing cock. She let go and sprang up to take another deep breath and went down again quickly pulling his cock into her hungry mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue around his shaft and head, working him so sweetly. He rested his hand on the back of her head and when he felt her start to pull away to resurface for more air he applied very slight pressure keeping her down for just a second or two, then released her. Yet as soon as she sucked her lungs full of air she went down again, and he held her there, perhaps for a few more seconds than she might have stayed on her own, but he did not delay her for long. When she had him close to the point of coming he pulled her up by her hair and kissed her. He loved how she wanted to give herself to him so completely.

"I think it's time to start dinner. Come on," he whispered against her lips, his cock throbbing and needing to come. But he wanted to play more with her and helped her out of the tub. She got out and grabbed one of the oversized towels and held it open to receive him and wrap it around him. He noticed her shivering, her areolas crinkled up around her stiff nipples from the effect of the cold air after having been in the hot water. He gently grasped her arms and held her away for a moment to admire her beautiful, full breasts then released her to let her grab another towel and helped her wrap it around her shoulders. As they entered the house and went to the bedroom the warm air was comforting on their cool skin. He pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms but only allowed her to wear a thin, white tee shirt enjoying the curves of her large tits and her nipples poking out. They went back to the kitchen and he helped her start preparing dinner.

She cleaned and dried the chicken breasts as he got out the pan and poured a little olive oil into it to heat up. When she had seasoned the chicken he took it and placed it in the pan to brown. She made a mixture of cream of mushroom soup, onions, and garlic for the chicken to simmer in. She sliced up some carrots and mushrooms. They worked well together as a team and enjoyed cooking together. He grinned as she stood at the sink and washed the zucchini. He explored her body with his hands, rubbing and squeezing her tits. She couldn't help wiggling her body against his, enjoying his hot touch. He kissed and nibbled on the back of her neck and pushed his hard cock against her ass. Then he took the zucchini from her and slid it along her pussy from behind. She could feel the cold smoothness rubbing her ass and pussy as she pushed her bottom backward and spread her legs.

"Lean down against the sink and rest your tits on it and open your legs wider. I'm going to fuck your hot, tight cunt my nasty little slut." She was quick to obey him feeling him spread her lips open and rub the zucchini along her slit. He stroked her with the cool, unyielding hardness of the phallus-like vegetable. Now and then he pressed it against her clit then teased her wet hole. She briefly thought of the man at the store watching them as her Master had stroked her pussy earlier. She wondered what he would think now and how hard he'd be watching her Master play with her. Suddenly she felt the thick, round end pushing into her as he eased it inside her tight hole. She whimpered as it stretched her. Her Master's cock had a very wide girth but the zucchini was even more thick and it was uncomfortable. But he went slowly, extremely turned on watching it disappear into her cunt. Feeling the zucchini slide into her felt bizarre, alien, and she was a little scared but wanted to please her Master and take it inside for him. Yet she was having doubts and wasn't sure she could go through with it. She groaned and reached her hand between her legs to slow the intrusion into her tight hole.




Denial Ch. 04



"Oh, no, no...I'm not sure I can do this, it's too big," she whimpered.

"Yes, you can do this, baby. You will do this for me," he whispered seductively. She yelped as it slid further into her and squirmed almost trying to escape the thick stiffness invading her. He looked down to watch it as he very slowly eased it in and out in slight increments. She continued to whimper and whispered, "No...oh no, I can't." He reached under her with his free hand and pinched her nipples hard.

"Yes, baby, you can, for me, you can," he panted, excited and restraining the urge to push a little harder and faster, letting her get used to it.

"Ohhh...noooo, please, please stop!" she pleaded. She gripped the edge of the sink with both of her hands and braced herself to the strange sensations filling her cunt and spreading throughout her abdomen. This was so much bigger than she had ever experienced and it hurt yet she stood on her tiptoes trying to adjust her position to continue taking it, for her Master's pleasure. The zucchini's smooth thick length continued to creep more deeply into her and he kept teasing and pinching her nipples harder. Much to her dismay the combined painful feelings were turning her on! Then he began to slide it in and out with long strokes, slowly at first but deeper, as she seemed to relax and accept it.

"Oh yes, my fucking sexy slut. How does this feel? Hmmm... imagine my cock inside your ass with this zucchini in your pussy at the same time! Shall I fuck your ass, my sweet?" he taunted her. He began to stroke his cock as he imagined doing just that, buried in her tight ass and feeling the zucchini in her pussy at the same time.

"No! Please no!" she cried. Despite herself his suggestion excited her and she began to move her hips in rhythm with his hand fucking her with the thick vegetable. He pumped her harder and faster whispering how sexy and dirty she looked. She moaned and pushed her hips shamelessly back and forth meeting his thrusts. He stroked his cock in rhythm with his other hand fucking his slut with the thick veggie. Her gasps and moans fueled his excitement and he found himself quickly on the edge, watching the dark green phallus sliding in and out of her beautiful cunt. 

"Reach down and rub your clit. Do it! Come for me!" he urged her. She slid her hand back down between her thighs and masturbated for him. She could feel the phallus with her fingers, pumping in and out of her, as she flicked and rubbed her hard nub. It was almost too weird but it was strangely thrilling. She could feel the tension coil within her stomach and cunt tighten, ready for a rich, hard release!

"Oh, oh...oh my god, I'm going to come, please!" she cried.

"Come, you little bitch! Come all over this fucking zucchini. I want you to get it good and wet with your juices. I want to eat it knowing I fucked you with it and you came all over it!" he urged her as he roughly jacked off pressing his cock against her ass. Her body jerked hard as she felt her orgasm break free and her cunt spasm around the full thickness inside her. He aimed the head of his cock at her ass and let loose watching his cum squirt all over her pink cheeks.

"Oh, oh, oh...ughhhhhh!" she screamed and bucked back and forth. "Oh, stop! STOP!" she cried. "RED" she gasped as it went deeper inside her and became too much to bare. He quickly withdrew it from her cunt and gently rubbed it up and down her slit as he slid his arm around the front of her embracing her against him. She was shaking and he softly kissed her cheek. He could feel the heat of her body, the heaving of her chest, and worried that he pushed her too far. As she calmed down she slightly rubbed her ass back and forth against him, his cock pressed between them, smearing her cheeks and his belly with his cum. He placed the zucchini on the cutting board on the counter and turned her around embraced her tightly.

"My beautiful woman. You pleased me well. Such a good girl," he softly kissed her lips and cheeks and stroked her hair. "I love you, baby. You are a wonderful, sexy woman. I'm proud of you and so glad you belong to me." His heart swelled with love and a little wonder at how she accepted what he asked of her. He enjoyed pushing her to her limit just as he knew she did. She might be fearful but she always tried to live up to anything he asked of her.

"I love you, too," she whispered. But she wasn't sure how she felt about what had just happened. She was thrilled to have pleased him yet she wasn't keen about him doing that again in the future. It wasn't the fact that he fucked her with a zucchini that turned her on. It was the act of pleasing him, completely submitting to him that thrilled her so deeply and inspired her to give him everything she had. That made her so hot and needy, obeying her Master, relinquishing all control to him, that was what brought her to orgasm.

"Come on, baby, turn the chicken over before it burns." He reached into the cabinet and handed a pan to her. "Here, put some butter in this to sauté the vegetables." As he sliced the zucchini he could smell her and feel her juices on it. He smiled to himself wanting to lick the green skin of the vegetable to savor her juices with his tongue. But he finished cutting it up and mixed it with the carrots and mushrooms then tossed them into the sauté pan to cook.

They ate their meal with little talk. It was delicious and he gently teased her that the vegetables were a tasty aphrodisiac. After they cleaned up the kitchen they watched some TV and he cuddled her. He was proud of her strength to overcome her apprehensions and more than pleased with her willingness to submit to him in all ways. She was a precious treasure. After a while they retired to bed where he let her curl up against him and he held her gently in his arms. As he drifted off to sleep he thought of how he would enjoy her the next day and had happy dreams of his wonderful sub. She felt loved and content knowing that she had pleased her Master. She could still feel twinges of yearning in her pussy, her clit ready for more attention, her breasts sweetly tender, pressed against his broad, hairy chest. She sighed happily as she wondered what the next day would bring as she slowly fell asleep.



Denial Ch. 05



The next day, Sunday, my nipples were so sore, I couldn't wear a shirt. In the middle of the afternoon, Maxine, who had been sunning herself in the backyard, came into my den office wearing a new skimpy black bikini. She struck a fashion model pose, and looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her look. "Hey sailor, you like?" She winked, waited for my reaction, and then slunk to where I was sitting, straddled my lap and opened a jar of cold cream she had brought with her. She lovingly massaged it into my nipples to soothe them. "Tonight is your turn with the questions, honey."

I don't know if Maxine was being tender because she was afraid that I would be rough on her in my own questioning tonight. I had never hurt my wife, and I didn't know how we would react.

That evening, my own ignorance and naiveté were manifested when Maxine lovingly led me into the bedroom, where I saw ropes leading from the four posters of our bed, and riding crop on my night table. I looked at Maxine, who had changed into a thin, red summer dress, expecting her to strip and spread eagle so I could tie her to the bed, but instead, she gently guided me down on my stomach, and began to tie me.

"I thought it was my turn," I said.

"It is." When she had me secured, she sat back on the bed where my head would be positioned right at her pussy. She then hiked her dress up, and inched down, so I was in perfect position to eat her without even moving. Maxine wore no panties, and when she was satisfied with the position, she just covered my head with her skirt. "Ok. You ask the questions tonight." I then heard Maxine reach over and take the riding crop from my nighttable. Everything under her skirt was bathed in a deep erotic red as the light filtered in through the fabric.

With one hand, she moved my head and mouth to her sex, guiding both direction and pressure. "Well," she finally asked. "What are your questions? The exercise says you have to ask them." Her hand played with my hair through her cotton dress.

I panicked. What questions could I ask her that wouldn't anger her? She continued to caress my hair.

"What's Richie's health club like. Do you think I should join." I asked, knowing this was a safe question.

"No. There aren't that many athletic facilities. You wouldn't enjoy it."

"What's the place like?" I inquired.

"Well, it's really what's called a relaxation center."

I was beginning to get suspicious. Maxine guided my mouth lower and deeper into her pussy, ony letting up when she wanted me to ask her a question.

"What's your new job going to be like?"

"Managing the women relaxation therapists. Richie says they need a strong manager."

She continued to stroke my head and back, and I was getting angry.

"What is a relaxation therapist?" I asked.

"Well. . ." Maxine paused, and placed my head higher so my mouth was on her clit. "Men come and want to spend time relaxing with a woman in a sauna, or get a massage, or just relax and fulfill a fantasy, and our women accomodate them sexually. It's all done very dignified, and non-threatening. Anything the girls do to earn tips is on their own time."

"In other words, it's a massage parlor."

Like unexpected ice water, five blows hit my buttocks. I yelped with each one. "I KNEW you'd assume that! I just knew it. I'm a wife, mother, and school teacher. Do you think I'd work as a hooker in a massage parlor?" She sounded genuinely insulted.

As I tried regrouping from the pain, Maxine pushed my mouth harder onto her sex, and was gripping my hair tightly as she used my mouth as a dildo. "Your questions stink! This is a FUCKING exercise. You're supposed to ask meaningful questions, not make small talk. I asked you about 10 questions last night. Meaningful ones. I think you should ask me 10 as well."

"Yes." was the answer that came out, but the truth is I was petrified to ask any questions.

Maxine lifted her legs a bit to arch against my mouth. She was getting hotter, and she ground her pussy harder into my face. "Get going with your questions," she snapped.

The first one that came to my mind was, "Do you enjoy our sexual relationship the way it is now?"

Maxine seemed to give it a lot of thought. "I'm very frustrated about your impotence. Just when my desire is increasing, your manhood is decreasing. I'm not saying that to hurt you. But now, I understand what you went through with me for all of these years with my desire not being there. But at least you had your masochism as an outlet. Now, I have none."

"If your desire is so strong, why don't we throw the cock cage away, so I could try to satisfy you, and get us back to a good normal relationship?" As I was asking the question, Maxine gently stroked my head.

"You know what happens when you pressure me about that." She said ominously. I imagined another four months locked up in the cock cage.

"But I'm only asking as a question. I'm not pressuring. I promise. Why can't we just try." I asked.

Maxine was silent for a moment. "First of all, you're whining, and I hate that. Secondly, you're being kept locked up because I need to re-learn sexual response in a non- pressure environment. If I've made any sexual improvement, it's really because I've been allowed to grow without constraints. The cock cage has helped that."

"What if we can't straighten it out?" I asked.

"I don't know. I love you very much, and we'll just have to find a way where I can get what I need. Let's let therapy and nature take its course. I do know that I won't repeat your mistake. I won't do without having what I want sexually. I just hope you can provide it."

The discussion was progressing very well, and I decided to test my luck in order to move toward the end of the questions.

"Will I ever be released from it for good?"

"That depends on my growth, our therapy, but most important, how much you love me and are willing to compromise and adjust for our relationship." She eased up on my head.

"Does having me at your mercy like this excite you sexually?" I asked.

I heard Maxine put down the crop, and grab hold of my head with two hands. "Excite may be the wrong word. I feel secure."

Maxine again started grinding her vulva into my mouth. "You know what to do." I started to tongue my wife to orgasm. She came two or three times, before she let go of my head, and lay back in the bed. Maxine just lay there for several minutes, asleep I thought, until she pulled her skirt back, and I again saw the room. Her face was flushed, and she was perspiring.

She got up, but instead of untying me, she left the bedroom, and returned with a whisky for herself. She sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette. She sat smoking, looking at me. She was a bright-eyed, 35-year-old who had the cheery good looks of a HS cheerleader, but the contrast between that image, and her new alter ego was startling.

Maxine put her cigarette in the corner of her mouth, and picked up the riding crop. I braced myself for more pain, but instead she just began to slowly trace the implement up and down my body. "Dr. Gruen said I shouldn't hold back my anger with you, but to firmly express it." She then quickly raised the crop, and I flinched. She then just lowered it slowly, smiling at my fear. "But I feel good right now, so you really are very lucky."

Maxine slowly brought the riding crop up to my face, then to my lips, held it there and just stared at me. I didn't know why she was staring, but she nudged the crop against my lips again. And then again until I got the message. She wanted me to kiss the tip of the riding crop. I did, and she smiled. She leaned back and finished her cigarette.

In a few minutes, Maxine untied my hands and feet, and gave me a hug. She got undressed, we got into bed and had a good sleep. I wondered in fear what tomorrow's exercise would be.

The next day, Monday, went along smoothly with Maxine doing some clothing shopping for the new job she would be starting next weekend at Richie's "relaxation center." She came home, and asked me to get the packages from the car. She had bought hundreds of dollars in clothing, and I flipped when she modeled them for me.

With her mid-America looks and values, Maxine had always dressed conservatively. But these were another case. Filmy blouses and short skirts. Skin tight jump suits which zippered all the way through the crotch. Leather outfits. Loungewear. Shoes and boots of every height and description. Maxine knew that these were a turn-on to me and apologized.

Over dinner, Maxine and I spoke about our progress so far. "Dr Gruen said that each exercise has a separate purpose. The questioning exercises were to establish "Mutual Honesty." Tonight there are two exercises "Devotion" and "Trust."

I asked her for more details, but she said I'd have to wait. After dinner, she asked me to soak the dishes, and come upstairs with her. "You can finish them later."

As soon as she got into the bedroom, she started to get undressed. "Tonight, the exercise calls for you to show me utmost Devotion. I'm to be pampered and prepared to be my loveliest. And everything is to be done by you. Tomorrow night is your turn."

Maxine was now totally undressed, and lied down on the bed. "Draw me a bath. Get some fresh towels, and bring my bath powder into the bathroom. When you're done, come back."

I did what she ordered, starting with running the water in the tub to the temperature that 11 years of marriage had told me she liked. I came back into the bedroom, and she had not moved. "Your water's ready," I announced.

"Good." she replied, "Come in and attend me."

I spent the next half-hour soaping and shampooing Maxine in the warm tub. This intense touching left me very frustrated, but even after the bath, the torture wasn't over. I had to blow dry her hair, while she sat naked at her vanity. She was silent, as if I were her servent, only rarely stopping to correct me. When her hair was finished, I had to do Maxine's nails. She walked me through the whole process or trimming and shaping them, and then applying two coats of polish. While they were drying, I lit a cigarette for her, and I moved on to her toenails for the same process.

Next came Maxine's makeup. In about an hour, she taught me the intracacies of eyeliner, eye shadow, blush, and mascara. She corrected me often, demanding that I start a certain task over until I got it right. When I was done, after much correction, Maxine looked like a Vogue model.

She wanted me to perfume her all over, and then add rouge to her nipples and labia. This hightened her color, which was stark against her light skin.

She then stood up and had me dust her body all over with expensive dusting powder. When she was all scented, she told me what clothing to get out of her closet.

"What about underwear?" I asked.

"Look on top of my dresser." There was a pair of dark pantyhose in an expensive box. I put them on her, and discovered that they were crotchless. "Anything else," I asked.

"If I wanted other underwear, I'd have asked for it." was her sarcastic reply.

For clothing, she selected one of her new outfits, and as I got it out of the closet and put it on her, it put a strain into my cock cage. It was a dress made from the thinnest red leather. It was a wraparound, and tied tightly at the waist. If the tie was loosened, the dress would fall open like a bathrobe, leaving her totally exposed.

"Almost done," Maxine exclaimed. "Now my shoes."

She had me go into her closet, and get a pair of very high heeled black shoes. She put them on, and then looked them over closely. "There are a few dirty spots. Please clean them, honey."

I reached for a tissue on her dresser, and she gently pushed my hand away. "With your mouth, sweetheart." I got on the floor and began licking and sucking away the dirt.

All of this time, I thought she was getting dressed for me. For us. But she put those thoughts to rest when she pointed to her nighttable, where there was a black purse. She signaled for me to bring it to her.

I handed her the black leather purse, and she opened it. "Get me my cigarettes." I went to the dressing table got them, and saw her going into her night table drawer and put the KY-Jelly into her purse.

"Where are you going that you need KY Jelly?" I fumed, but she just looked at me with no expression. It was 10:30 pm now. She started for the stairs, and waited for me to open the front door.

She started out the door without saying a word.

"Where are you going." I asked.

She turned from outside the door. "This is tonight's second exercise. It's called Trust." And with that, she started down the steps toward the car, her high heels clicking loudly as she went. She got into the car, and drove it into the night.

I had waited up until 5:00 am, and out of depression, finally fell asleep. At about 10 a.m., I heard the door, and Maxine entered. She looked flushed and tired, but strangely refreshed. She didn't say a word as she breezed in, and came over to give me a deep kiss. She smelled of smoke, and her breath tasted of alcohol. She didn't say a word, as she stepped away and headed upstairs.

She came down about a half-hour later in a simple short set, looking like herself again. She poured a cup of coffee, and came and sat next to me.

"When is your next client meeting?" she asked. "In two or three weeks." I replied.

She nodded in approval. "Great. I have to go shopping, but first let me measure you. You get pampered tonight."

All day long, I couldn't wait for that evening. After dinner, Maxine told me that tonight's exercise was called Empathy. She told me to take a bath and get REAL clean.

As I was bathing, Maxine was in our bedroom preparing, and when she entered the bedroom, she hadn't changed her clothing. She told me to finish in the tub, and dry off.

When I was dry, she began applying shaving cream to all of the hairy parts of my body. She then took a razor and began shaving them off, stepping back and doing some spots twice. Only the hair on my head and eyebrows remained. When I thought she was done, she told me to bend over, and she began lathering and shaving the hair in my ass crack. When she finished, she began applying lotion all over my body until it was soft. She looked at me with a satisfied look, and took my hand.

She led me over to the vanity, and sat me in her chair. For a strange reason, I saw all of her cosmetics laid out. Over the next half hour, my wife transformed my male face into a female one. Just as I did to her last night, she was doing to me. I had mascara, blush, eyeliner, lipstick and lipliner, even false eyelashes. She topped my head with a curly dark brown wig. She selected some clip-on earrings out of her jewelry box, and clipped them on me. "It's a shame your ears aren't pierced." She chuckled.

She then got behind me, put her arms around me and looked in the mirror with me. "Now you know what it's like. You can empathize with the work women put in to make themselves desirable to men."

Maxine then went to her closet, and took out a bag. In it was a tight girdle which she put on me and which left all but my asscheeks tightly restricted. A pair of nylons and a garter belt went on next. The next item was a brasierre with built in foam falsies.

She then opened my closet, and took out an identical dress to the one she wore last night. It was my size, she said, and she held it out for me to put on. I did, she adjusted it, and tied the leather sash, tightening it. From under the bed, Maxine then produced a pair of large black spike heels like the pair she had worn last night. She held my hand as I stepped into them. "Walk back and forth, you'll need the practice.

I moved back and forth, and Maxine lit a cigarette, and sat on the bed. "Goodness, do you ever look like a woman!" She exclaimed. "Go take a look."

I stepped to our large dressing mirror, and was shocked. I did look like a woman. I turned around to face Maxine, who was sitting up in the bed, still in her shorts. She just stared and smiled.

With that, Maxine unbuttoned her shorts, and began taking them off. I was shocked to see that she had strapped a large dildo around her hips, and now stood up and stroked it as if it were a real, live penis. "Crawl over here cunt," she said to me. "I'm gonna give you a sex lesson you'll never forget."

I got on my knees and began crawling to her. She stood with her hands on her hips, sneering down at me until I got close enough. "Now beg for it." She began wagging her hips, waving it in front of my face. "Start begging, cunt, or I give you some pain."

I looked up at her, and she looked genuinely cruel. Her eyes looked empty.

"Don't you want to learn how to suck cock?" she asked. "Like a real woman? Like men make women do. Well, you beg for it."

"May I suck your penis?"

"Beg me to teach you, pussy."

"Please."

"First, take my fat head between your lips, and suck it back and forth. . . . That's it, now use your hands. . . Good. . . Now lick up the sides . . . Get an expression like you love it. That's what all men want . . . Tell me what a big gorgeous dick I have, and how you want to suck it."

I told her.

She began forcing the dildo deeper, closer to my throat. "Take it deep, bitch." She began pistoning the prick into my mouth. "You need plenty of learning, cunt. But you'll get it before I finally turn you out on the streets."

As we went on, she kept trying to force me to take it down the throat, but I couldn't. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me off of her dildo. She slapped me sharply in the face. "You're a worthless bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered.

"How about getting fucked? Are you any good at that. I bet you want that too, you whore."

Maxine then ordered me up on the bed on my hands and knees. She drew my dress over my ass, exposing it. I was afraid that she wouldn't be gentle, and I was shaking. I heard her open and squeeze out a handful of KY. First she greased the shaft of the large dildo, and then she quickly pushed two fingers into my anus. "That's how an insensitive man does it, by the way." She was hurting me, but it was nothing compared to what came next.

She finished working the jelly into my anus and brought her filthy fingers to my mouth. I refused to open. "Do you want the clamps, slut?" Maxine then pushed her hand onto my mouth and forced her fingers in. Her voice suddenly softened. "That's better, honey. Don't fight it. This is what you want." And she sensuously moved her fingers around inside my mouth.

There was a pause as Maxine gently pulled me back toward the edge of the bed where she was poised. "Now you'll know what it's really like," she said, and an instant later, POW. She pulled my hips back, and thrust hers forward at the same instant. In a matter of seconds, the thick dildo was more than halfway into my ass. I screamed, but she just continued to push. I tried scurrying away, but she grabbed my hips and leather dress, and kept pulling me back, more deeply impaling me on the long, thick dildo. "Feel good? Tell me how much you love it!" She had me skewered, and was pumping away like any man fucking a woman.

I just began crying. "I beg you, please stop. Please."

She ignored the cries, but finally, she did stop. My breathing didn't even get a chance to return to normal when she said "Change positions," and she sat up on the edge of the bed, and motioned me to straddle her, facing me. "Show me how much you enjoy it, or I'll get the clamps."

I gingerly spread my legs and squatted over her dildo. She and I were looking squarely at each other, as I was on my knees to absorb my weight. "Slower." She said, "Open up. I want to put it deeper," and I slowed up on the strokes, and allowed her to push deeper. She stopped for a moment, got a grip on my hips, and began to pull me down farther onto the dildo. Maxine looked down at the phallus violating my asshole. She smiled with satisfaction. "Now you're all the way in."




Denial Ch. 05



Dedicated to my one and only...others might see but only you can touch.

When he woke it was still dark outside but he heard the sound of the shower and reached across the bed to discover her side was empty. He lay there and fondled his dick picturing the hot spray of the water cascading over and down her voluptuous curves. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom foggy with steam. He pulled the shower curtain back to find her washing her hair, her head tilted back, her fingers massaging her scalp. He stroked his hard cock as he watched her and smiled as she finished rinsing her hair and opened her eyes to find him there. She looked beautiful, wet and slick, ready to fuck. Yet he just stood there masturbating and she boldly stared into his eyes as she pushed one of her breasts up to her mouth and licked and sucked her nipple. He did not take long to come, his milky fluid jetting from his cock onto her pink, hot skin and streaming down her body with the water.

He stepped into the shower stall wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her deeply. As his cock softened he felt the strong urge to piss and just let it go. They were not into "water sports" but he merely needed to pee. Yet, feeling it come out of his penis and running down his legs, knowing it was flowing on her, made him feel as if he was marking her like a wolf marking his territory. Surprise showed on her face but she did not try to pull away from him. He knew it was only because they were in the shower and the water washed them clean that she did not raise any objection. She worked in the medical field and he knew she had a thing about cleanliness but this was unusual and daring for her to just stand there and let him piss against her body. He wasn't sure that he would try doing so again, but this intrigued him and he was pleased that she had not been repulsed by the act.

He squirted some of her shower gel into his hands and began to gently wash her body. He lovingly washed her shoulders and arms then spent several minutes on her round, heavy tits. Her nipples were erect and she moaned as his hands glided around her globes and his fingers played back and forth across her ripe buds. He loved the slippery feel of her full breasts in his hands and the reaction he got from her as he playfully squeezed her flesh and nipples. She raised her left leg and wrapped it around his right leg and he slid his hand down between their bodies to her pussy. He held her around her waist with his free arm as she leaned slightly away and let the water rinse the soap from her skin then once again raised one of her breasts to her mouth and sucked on her nipple. His fingers flicked her clit and she clenched her leg tighter around him.

"You're such a nasty little slut. I love watching you suck your tit. Bite it, stretch out that pretty nipple for me," he whispered harshly. She pulled on her thick bud with her teeth moaning as she felt his fingers vigorously rub her clit. "You're a horny bitch, aren't you? You can't get enough, can you?" She pressed her pussy against his hand to increase the friction of his fingers in response. "I want to feel you come on my hand. Come on baby...give it to me," he growled and plunged his fingers deeply and forcefully into her tight hole as he continued to manipulate her clit with his thumb. He felt her trembling and she released her tit from her mouth, passionately shoving her hips back and forth. She gasped and moaned loudly and looked up into his eyes.

"Now?" she whispered. He nodded his head in ascent and she cried out as her orgasm burst and shuddered throughout her body. She shook against him and groaned, her head thrown back and her gorgeous, wet breasts thrust up at him. He pushed her up against the wall and reached down grabbing her breast and leaned his head down to suck it and bite it. She cried louder as a second climax overcame her and felt his mouth sucking hard on her flesh.

As she came down from her orgasm high she leaned against his body and felt soothed by the hot water rushing over them. After a few minutes she sighed contentedly and reached for his soap then began to rub the bar across his broad, hairy chest with one hand and worked up a lather with her other hand. She washed him from his neck to his belly and then his arms, over his shoulders and under his armpits. Then she turned him around to wash his back and buttocks. She loved the feel of his strong, wide back beneath her hands and playfully pinched his ass. She bent down and reached between his legs to tickle his balls and run her soft, soapy fingertips up and down the crevice between his cheeks. He spread his legs wider but she ignored his growing cock. Instead she concentrated on washing his legs. As the soap rinsed away she lightly bit the backs of his knees then kissed and nibbled up the backs of his thighs. She kissed and licked the water from his pale cheeks occasionally nipping them with her teeth. She noticed his hand on his cock slowly stroking it as it grew harder in his palm. She stood and pressed her full breasts against his back and wrapped her arms around him to reach to his chest. He continued to leisurely stroke his thick rod delighting in feeling her tits pressed against him and her fingers pinching his nipples. He turned around and kissed her then turned her around to face away from him.

"Bend forward. I want to fuck you," his voice was soft and husky which sent shivers through her. She leaned forward, her pendulous breasts hanging down, dripping water from her nipples. He had to bend his knees a bit as he was so much taller than she and he grasped his thick cock and guided it toward her cunt. At first he slid the bulbous head up and down between her ass cheeks and she stiffened, excited but anxious as to what he would do. She inhaled deeply as he spread her round globes with his hands, kneading them as he poked at her tight ass hole. Suddenly she felt him slide into her pussy and she let her breath go with relief, yet surprised that he had not chosen her ass. As his cock slid in and out of her cunt he pinched her cheeks and ran his hands up and down her smooth back. After several luscious minutes he increased his pace and began to slap her slick bottom with his palm as the water beat down on their bodies. His balls swung back and forth slapping against her pussy causing a wonderful tingling in her flesh.

"I'm going to cum, baby. Oh yes, god you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Squeeze your pussy tight!" He thrust harder, grunting with lust, riding the edge of his climax. Finally he let it go and she moaned with him feeling his thick rod jerking with each burst of cum inside her. She absolutely loved feeling him come inside her and hearing his satisfied grunts and groans! He reached over and turned the water off as they both remained still, their panting slightly echoing in the tiled walls of the shower. "I'm so glad you belong to me, my beautiful slut." He pulled out of her and let her stand straight then wrapped his arms around her pulling her back against him, feeling his softening cock pressed against the small of her back just above her soft, plump cheeks.

They dried each other off then went back to bed. The sun was just beginning to rise casting a soft, warm glow through the window. They were content to cuddle and doze for a while. It was at the insistence of their dogs that they finally got up. The two dogs jumped around impatient for their breakfast as their humans casually pulled on tee shirts and flannel pajama bottoms then headed to the kitchen. It was chilly in the house and he admired her nipples hardened and poking out the fabric of her tee shirt. While she fed the dogs he retrieved eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns from the refrigerator to start their own breakfast. She started the coffee as he put the bacon on the griddle to fry and soon the kitchen was filled with enticing aromas. Her tummy growled and she realized she was hungrier than she thought.

"I want four bacon strips, please," she said pulling out a pan to start cooking the hashbrowns.

"Four? You must have worked up an appetite!" he laughed softly as he put another strip on the griddle.

"Yes and I need to keep up my strength, don't I?"

"Definitely. You never know what's going to happen and I'd hate for you to faint away from hunger," he turned around and watched her pour a generous amount of potatoes into the pan. He smiled to himself knowing fried potatoes was one of her favorites. He poured some orange juice for her, some tomato juice for himself and set the glasses on the table. She got out the plates as he pulled out the forks and knives and they set the table. Their movements were well synchronized. In fact, everything they did together flowed so sweetly. He kept stealing glances at her as she stood watch over the potatoes and he cooked the bacon. He could not imagine anyone more wonderful than his one and only. Every now and then she would catch him looking at her and she would smile and blush a little, feeling as much warm love for him as he did for her.

"Hey, you know, my bottom doesn't hurt nearly as much today as it did yesterday!" she giggled as she suddenly realized his slight spanking in the shower had not been as painful as she had expected.

"Maybe I let you off too lightly. I'll have to see about that," he said as he slapped her ass hard, once, for emphasis.

"Ow! Maybe not!" she gasped as she turned to face him to protect her round derrière. When he looked at her questioningly she smiled coyly at him. "I mean about letting me off too lightly. Really, you never spanked me as hard as you did Friday night," her voice was softly surrendering.

"As you deserved," he reminded her and turned back to the griddle to attend the sizzling bacon. She suddenly felt put in her place, as his sub, and pondered her punishment and wished never to displease him again. It was impossible to be perfect all the time, but she hoped she would never earn such a hard spanking again, especially with that damned, dreaded paddle.

After they ate breakfast and cleaned the kitchen they relaxed in the TV room as he sipped his coffee and read the paper and she surfed through the channels. The weather channel was predicting that the storm front that had moved in would produce snow in the afternoon. It was funny to her how yesterday had been chilly but sunny and all of a sudden they were going to get snow! She did notice how cloudy and dark it had become outside when just a few hours earlier the sun was peeking through their bedroom window.

"So, what do you want to do today?" he asked as he flipped through the sections of the newspaper.

"Roast marshmallows," she said, grinning at him.

"What?!" he laughed.

"Yeah, it's going to be cold and snowy. Let's build a fire in the bedroom fireplace and roast marshmallows!" she cheerfully answered. "We could cuddle and watch movies."

"It's going to be a wet snow. I want to go out in a while to check on my dad and spread some Ice Melt pellets on his walk-way and drive-way. I need to do ours, too. It's going to be cold tonight and the ground is still a little warm, the melting snow will ice up."

"Ok. How about if I make some spaghetti or soup to take for him?"

"He'd appreciate that very much," he answered as he read over the sports pages. He glanced at her as she got up from the couch and went back to the kitchen to start cooking. She was such a mother hen. He loved that about her. He smiled as he heard the sounds from the kitchen as she began cooking. From the lovely smells beginning to reach him he figured out it would be spaghetti. After he finished the paper he got up to get dressed and watched her for a few minutes in the kitchen happily cooking. She loved to cook and always made delicious meals. He was so proud of her, the person she was, and she belonged to him.

He dressed and went out to the garage. It was definitely colder and drizzling. He could see the dark clouds rolling in as he started to spread the de-icer on their driveway. When he was finished and came back inside he could smell the simmering spaghetti sauce and knew from the aroma that she'd put sweet Italian sausage in it. He shook his head and smiled, she always made things special. He went to the bedroom and found her getting dressed.

"No bra or panties today, my slut."

"But..." she paused to look at him.

"You heard me. All you need is a sweater and jeans and your boots. Don't question me or you'll just be wearing a tee shirt with your jeans. I like to see your nipples hard, even from the cold. Well, maybe a light jacket over the tee shirt; I don't want my baby getting sick." She stood there unsure of what to do, if he really meant for her to wear only a tee shirt out in the cold of the day. He gazed at her for a moment amused at her uncertainty, "Wear that soft, pink sweater. You look so nice in that." He left her to finish dressing. Grateful to be wearing the sweater she still felt a little unsettled as she hated going out in public without a bra. Her breasts were so large, and while she was no prude, she felt it was just tacky to wander around braless, unless doing so at home. But she obediently did as she was told, his pleasure being her priority.

They didn't stay long at his dad's house. He made short work of covering the necessary areas with the Ice Melt pellets as she kept his dad company indoors. His dad was very pleased for the spaghetti, packaged in three containers so he could freeze two for future dinners. The three of them sipped hot cocoa and talked for a while, then they hugged his dad good bye to leave. She was careful not to get too close, extremely self-conscious of her braless state. As they drove home he stopped at the grocery store. 

"Why are you stopping here?" she asked.

"Marshmallows," he grinned at her. She smiled brightly, feeling excited, as if she was being rewarded. Simple pleasures were so wonderful! She started to zip up her coat but he stopped her telling her she would be warm enough and they wouldn't be outside that long. There were a lot of people at the store stocking up before the snow started to fall and trap them all in their houses. Once inside he purposely guided her down the frozen food aisle then stopped and had her open one of the glass freezer doors to look at the ice cream. He loved seeing her hard little buds sticking out.

"I'm in the mood for something sweet," he whispered in her ear then lightly flicked her erect nipples with his fingers. She giggled and quickly closed the door.

"Are you purposely trying to attract attention?" She trembled at his touch. She was somewhat grateful there weren't many others in the aisle; a cold day did not inspire many to buy ice cream or frozen pies.

"Only yours, my love," he murmured as he kissed her neck. He led her to a checkout stand that had a young male cashier. As the man rang up their purchase he stared at her large breasts, at her stiff nipples poking out like ripened berries. Her Master rubbed his arm along her tits as he reached over to hand the cashier the money. The man's eyes never left her chest, even as he gave back the change.

"That was a nice sight for him, brightened up his day, I bet!" he laughed as he guided her to the truck and helped her in. She couldn't help giggling as well. As they drove down the wet road he suddenly pulled off at the video store. "Let's see if there are any movies worth renting to watch this afternoon." Again, he would not let her zip up her coat and they hurried into the store as snowflakes began to drift down from the dark sky.

As they looked over the movies on the shelves he kept his hand possessively on her neck. She loved the feel of his warm palm on her skin, the feeling of belonging to him. At one point she glanced at a man standing a few feet away from them and recognized him as one of the tellers at the bank they used. He nodded at her in greeting and she smiled then quickly looked away. Whenever she went into the bank and ended up at his window he was always nice but he loved to flirt and cause her to blush. She certainly didn't take him seriously but for some reason felt embarrassed by his attentions. As she and her Master picked out a few DVDs she noticed the bank teller was never far from them and that he was watching them.

"He's from the bank, isn't he?" her Master whispered, recognizing him, too.

"Yes, Sir." She tried to sound indifferent but she felt uneasy under the man's constant gaze.

"He likes you. He can't take his eyes off of you." Her Master steered her toward the front counter to check out their movies. As he paid the rental fee he glanced back and saw the stranger slowly making his way towards the counter. He guided her outside and walked along the covered sidewalk a moderate distance from the door of the video store. He stopped and kissed her spreading her open coat wide to reveal both of the sumptuous mounds beneath her sweater. From the corner of his eye he watched as the bank teller came outside and stopped a few feet from the door and gazed at them. Her Master reached for her breast and squeezed it then leaned down to suck her nipple through the material covering her stiff bud. He pushed his cold hand up underneath her sweater and grabbed her tit and kneaded it hard. Her face turned bright red as she glanced at the man, slyly grinning at her.

"What if someone sees us?" Her ridiculous question was desperately whispered, shocked by what her Master was doing out in public. She closed her eyes praying there was no one else around. It was bad enough the teller was watching. How was she going to face him at the bank again?

"Someone does see, and he likes it," her Master whispered back and raised her sweater up just barely uncovering the tip of her nipple. He kissed and nibbled her hard nub and ran the tip of his tongue around her puckered areola. "Mmmmm...I like how the cold affects your beautiful tits." Was her body's reaction from the cold or arousal? He laughed softly, sure that it was both. Then he took the whole of her areola and nipple into his mouth and sucked hard holding her against him with one hand on her back. She suppressed a moan but slightly opened her eyelids just enough to see if the teller was still standing there.

"Please stop! He's watching you!" her soft voice quavered as she trembled against her Master. He glanced up at her face. Her pupils were slightly dilated and her cheeks were flushed rosy pink.

"No, my slut, he's watching you. Look how your body is reacting. You look so sexy when you're turned on. Admit it, you like him watching," he said softly then nuzzled the sweater up with his nose exposing her other breast and began to suck it. The cold air chilled her wet nipple that his hot mouth had just been playing with. She shivered and fought back the urge to look at the stranger. Her Master lowered both his hands, one on her ass and one cupped on her crotch and pressed and rubbed her through her jeans. She could feel her juices seeping from between her pussy lips and tried hard to remain still. She inadvertently looked at the voyeur and saw him absentmindedly rubbing his cock through his jeans. She felt uncomfortable with his actions but strangely intrigued at the same time.

Her thoughts flashed on the day before when they had been in the produce section at the store and there was a man watching as her Master rubbed her pussy with the zucchini. Her Master was right about her arousal growing as she was played with while being watched by another. Much to her chagrin she was becoming very excited by the situation. She moaned softly as her Master pressed up on the firm seam of the crotch of her jeans and it split her wet, tingling lips apart and rubbed against her clit. She couldn't help pushing her hips slightly forward as he deliciously teased her little hot spot. A car drove past them close to the sidewalk, the driver in search of a closer parking spot, and she gasped and tried to pull her sweater down yet he would not release her breast from his mouth. The teller smiled and stepped forward hesitantly as if to make his way closer to them.




Denial Ch. 05



"Oh, stop! He's coming over here! Please stop," she hissed and tried to squirm away. Her Master chuckled and obliged and let her pull her sweater down. He took her hand and led her out toward the truck. He glanced back at the man and noticed the bulge beneath his tight jeans. When they reached the truck the teller was still watching them and her Master kissed her hard and passionately before holding the door of the truck open for her. His kiss had been a signal, this woman belonged to him. As they drove home she was silent, watching the snow begin to fall more heavily. She wasn't sure what she felt, her emotions were mixed between embarrassment and deviant pleasure.

He sighed happily pleased with that little thrill of exhibitionism. It wasn't something he would do on a regular basis, not wanting to get them arrested. But he had liked showing off what belonged to him and his control over her. He had certainly enjoyed the other man's envy! He thought the next time she had to go to the bank he would go with her and wondered how he could make sure she would end up at his window. He couldn't help grinning at the thought of her having to face the teller who had watched her being played with by her Master. He had to admit sometimes he could be such a devil. When they pulled into the garage he kissed her cheek and smiled at her and reached over and unbuttoned her jeans then pulled the zipper down.

"Pull your pants down to your knees. Spread your thighs for me," he instructed. Surprise flashed across her face but she obediently did as she was told. He slid his cold hand down over her smooth mound and fingered her pussy. "You're such a horny slut. You're hot and wet. You got off on that man watching us."

"No, no," she groaned in denial as he stroked her hardened clit.

"Yes you did," he chuckled. "Well, it turned me on watching him watching you, knowing that I own you. What a naughty girl you are. I love you, baby. Now, get into the house while I get some firewood. Go to the bedroom and undress and wait for me like a good girl." She pulled her jeans up and got out of the truck, flustered with hot need and rushed into the house. By the time he came into the house and reached the bedroom she was naked and on her knees at the foot of the bed with her head bowed. He did not speak to her but settled his armload of wood by the fireplace then went to sit in the chair across from her to take off his boots. He took his time, slowly undressing in silence. He left to wash his hands then came back with some candles and placed them around the room lighting them as he went. Then he stood before her and thought about what he'd like to do with her. Vivid images crossed his mind as he slowly rubbed his cock and he found it somewhat difficult to make up his mind, he wanted her in so many ways! He stroked her soft hair then grasped it in his fist and tilted her head back to make her look up at him.

"You're my hot, little slut. You belong to me," he said as he stroked his cock in front of her face. She looked from his cock to his face and to his cock again and licked her lips. He caressed her face with the head of his cock, across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and over each cheek. His precum seeped out marking her as his own. She flicked her tongue out trying to lick him but each time she tried he pulled away. "Hungry, baby?" he teased her as he continued to gently rub his swollen knob over her face.

"Yes, Sir, I want your cock." She kissed the shaft as he lightly brushed over her lips.

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth, please," she quickly responded and provocatively opened her lips waiting to receive his burgeoning cock. He slid his cockhead just past her lips and she happily closed her mouth and sucked him. She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his flared head, sucking, trying to pull him in deeper. She softly moaned tasting his precum coating her tongue.

"Slowly," he cautioned her. "Don't forget my balls."

She kissed a trail down the thick length of his shaft and nuzzled her nose into his pubic hair smelling his rich scent, then dipped her face down to taste his balls. At first she licked his heavy sack then used her tongue to engulf one ball with her hot mouth. She rolled it around inside her mouth and gently sucked then released it moving to his other, full, orb and sucked it deeply into her mouth. He moaned and stroked his shaft over her face, watching her. After several moments he pulled her head back and pushed his throbbing rod back into her mouth.

"Suck it, you hungry bitch," he groaned as she sucked hard and dragged her teeth along his rock hard staff. He could feel her tongue work up and down, feel her hot saliva bathing him, her teeth trapping the ridge of his cock and pull him in deeper. He loved her mouth but he wanted to last and finally pulled away as she groaned with disappointment. He stroked himself as she strained her head to reach him with her mouth again. But he held her head back with her hair wrapped in his fist. "You like sucking my dick."

"Ohhhh...yes I do. I love sucking your beautiful cock! Please let me have it. I love the way you feel, the way you taste, Master," she sighed impatiently all the while trying to recapture his thick shaft with her lips and tongue.

"Maybe if you're very good you can have more, later. Stand up and go to the pole." He stepped away from her and retrieved her wrist cuffs and a rope from the bedside table. When he turned around she had her back to the pole and he noted her breathing had quickened, her breasts softly moving up and down. He loved seeing her heightened anticipation. "Hands behind you," he said as he stepped behind her. He took up her wrists and kissed the palms of her hands then wrapped the cuffs around each wrist tightly securing them behind the pole with the rope strung through the rings. Her shoulders were rolled back forcing her breasts out. He admired her large, heavy tits and the curve from underneath them up to her perky, stiff nipples.

He softly stroked each breast with both of his hands, using only his fingertips, running them from underneath, up the curves, over the nipples and across the tops. Over and over he teased her with his feather-like touch. As she gazed down and watched his hands it seemed as if her nipples grew harder and stuck out further as if begging for more. His fingers abruptly pinched each nipple and stretched them out as she gasped and moaned with pleasure. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and he delighted in tormenting them, she reacted in the most delicious way. He noticed her squeeze her thighs together and could only imagine the nasty jolts of pleasure sparked in her tender buds and plunging down to her pussy.

Leaning down he took one nipple in his mouth and at first simply sucked very gently. He slowly sucked harder and harder and then gripped it with his teeth and pulled. She cried out and thrust her chest even farther out smothering his face with her tit. He lifted it and licked downward then sucked and licked some more where her breast connected to her ribs. He bit her and she yelped and he kept biting her moving upwards leaving a trail of nice little bruises. He moved to her other breast and sucked all around her areola avoiding her hard bud. She was moaning loudly and gasped in surprise as he bit her soft white flesh on the underside of her tit and sucked hard. He stood straight and looked upon her breasts, pleased with the red and purple marks on her full globes. It was his mark of ownership of her and he smiled knowing how much she loved to admire those beautiful trails of love bites on her soft skin when she looked at them in the mirror. She belonged to him and the marks were a sweet reminder.

He reached down and lightly stroked her pussy, not penetrating her lips, pleased that she had become so wet that her juices had spread to her outer labia. He loved teasing her and knew her cunt would soon be drooling; her sweet honey would be dripping down her thighs. It was all she could do to remain still as his fingers inspected her and she wished so badly that he would press her swollen pussy lips open and rub her clit. Holding his fingers together he simply pressed against her lips and she whimpered, straining to hold still, desperate to rub herself hard against his hand. She sighed as he pulled his hand away and watched him out of the corner of her eye as he returned to the nightstand drawer, their little treasure chest. When he turned around she held her breath, seeing the crop and the flogger in his hands. While she loved the feel of the flogger she winced at the thought of the crop being used on her.

"Stand straight with your breasts out, slut." He raised the crop and just rubbed the thin shaft of it up and down over her nipples. He lightly tapped her with the wide, flat leather tip across each erect bud and she shivered in apprehension of what was to follow. He continued tapping her breasts, all around the areolas, working up to harder slaps creating a rosy glow on her pale flesh. So far, she was doing well, holding still, although she could not hold back the little gasps as the crop landed more sharply on her breasts. He worked the underside of them, then the sides and then the tops. Soon her breasts were red and hot and she flinched with each blow. She was anxiously whimpering, wishing he would hurry up and just hit her nipples as she knew he would. Finally the blows came to one nipple then the other and she screeched and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. It hurt badly and she breathed hard and fast trying to mentally diffuse the pain and felt it spread out across her tits like ripples in water. He struck her again and she hissed and grunted as the burning peaked and softened, building up and taking longer to taper off with each slap. In the deep recesses of her mind the sensations were reminiscent of when he made her come over and over in quick succession and her pussy twitched uncontrollably.

He repeatedly slapped across the tops of her breasts and then underneath, back and forth, constantly changing the point of contact. Then smacked her nipples with the length of the crop and she cried out and pulled her chest in. He paused to let her catch her breath as she was crying now and her ribs shuddered with her soft sobs. He gazed at her tits, criss-crossed with angry red lines. Her nipples were quite swollen and crimson. He leaned down and gently licked her flesh, then softly sucked her sore buds. She moaned loudly from the pain at first. But he was so gentle and she soon found the sensation very soothing. She sighed with relief but knew there was more to come. He began to suck harder and she felt her pussy clench tightly. Her head rolled back and she groaned as an orgasm began to build deep within her. He pressed the handle of the crop to her pussy and pushed it between her lips, rubbing it up and down her sodden slit. The end of the handle kept pushing at her hole while the slim shaft massaged her hard, throbbing clit as he continued to work it back and forth.

"Oh god, please," she panted. Her voice was barely audible as she strained to hold her climax in check.

"What?" her Master whispered.

"I need to...ohhhh... please, let me come, Sir! Please!" she begged.

"So soon? I think you can last longer than this." He pulled the handle away and she choked back a sob suddenly deprived of the hard leather on her aching cunt. She watched with tears in her eyes as he brought the crop handle up to his nose and inhaled her musky scent mixed with the rich aroma of the leather. "You're getting there but not quite ripe enough, yet. Only whores come so easily. Are you a whore?"

"Yes!" she cried in desperation. She would give anything to be allowed to come!

"You're my whore." He stood there and watched her pressing her thighs together. "Say it."

"I'm your whore!" she gasped.

"You're my submissive bitch."

"Yes, Sir, I'm your submissive bitch!" she whimpered as her body shuddered with fierce need.

"You're my nasty slut."

"Oh yes, I'm you're nasty slut! Please let me come!" her voice cracked as she begged him.

"I'm not done with you yet, slut. I keep picturing the way you reacted when I played with you in front of the video store. You were like a bitch in heat, pushing out your hips like that. You liked seeing that banker watching you being used by me, didn't you?" he whispered in her ear then licked it and nibbled on her earlobe.

"No! I didn't like him watching!"

"That's not how you behaved. The way you wantonly pushed your hips forward, pressing your pussy against my hand. You acted like horny slut. I wonder how far I could have taken you if he had not attempted to come closer. Maybe I could have even made you come while he watched. Now that would have been something," he chuckled at the look of disbelief in her eyes.

"No," she whispered and dropped her eyes embarrassed by her behavior and ashamed for having been turned on with the man watching. But she couldn't help it. It had been exciting although she felt hard pressed to admit it.

"You are hot and sexy. I love the way you respond to my touch. But it will only be my touch. I own you. Yet, if I wish to show you off then I will do so. You are mine to do with as I please." He stepped back and laid the crop on the bed and picked up the flogger. "Head up, slut!" Just as she raised her head he brought the flogger down hard across her tender breasts. Her body jerked and she grunted from the pain.

"Thank you Master, may I have another?" she groaned.

"You're a naughty girl, enjoying that man watching as I sucked your tit." He whacked her again across her belly.

"Thank you Master, may I have another?" the words rushed from her lips.

"My nasty slut." The heat of the flogger burned across her thighs.

"Yes, your nasty slut! Thank you Master, may I have another?" The flogger connected with her breasts and she screeched as the fire spread across her flesh all the way to her cunt. "Thank you Master, may I have another?" she choked out. Her body was throbbing with such exquisite pain she felt her pussy rapidly clenching and unclenching and relished the sensations.

"Your pussy was so wet from that man watching you. Admit it, say it!" He reached out and crushed one of her nipples between his finger and thumb.

"Ughhhhhh! Yes, yes, it made my pussy wet seeing that man watching us!" she started to cry. She felt embarrassed but thrilled at her Master's control and use of her out in the open, before a witness. The spasms in her pussy were so strong she felt on the edge of an orgasm! He released her raw nipple and she whimpered with frustration. He struck the flogger against her belly and she groaned loudly. The burning sting felt glorious the way it wrapped around her torso. "Thank you Master, may I have another?" He continued to flog her as her body turned a rosy red until she could barely gasp her correct response to him.

He stopped to let her rest and catch her breath. He loved seeing her heaving tits and her upper body slightly slumped forward. He reached between her legs feeling her drenched cunt and wet thighs. Even in her tired state she still pushed her hips forward to feel more of his fingers. He smiled knowingly. He loved how she submitted to him, with everything she had to give, with all her love. He put the flogger and the crop back in the drawer and pulled out the vibrating wand. It had an attachment that had a stiff, curved shaft four inches long that slid over the large, round head of the wand. When he turned on the wand she looked over at him and straightened up with her back and head against the pole. Her eyes glistened with excitement as he lightly rubbed the vibrating head of the wand over both her breasts and teased her buds. She watched his every move, even as he slid it down her belly and rubbed it on her pussy.

"My slut is so hot and wet," he whispered as she spread her legs wider rubbing her pussy against the vibrator. "You're a horny bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master, I'm a horny bitch," she panted.

"You're my nasty cum slut," he said as he brought the wand back to her tits and teased her aching nipples.

"Yes, Master," her breath caught in her throat as jolts of pleasure shot down from her trembling breasts to her cunt. "I'm your nasty cum slut!" her voice quivered. He turned the wand off to slide the curved attachment over the head then turned it back on and slipped it between her throbbing pussy lips. She moaned and humped the little shaft feeling her orgasm quickly build. "Please let me come!" her voice was soft but high pitched in desperation. But he pulled it away and rubbed her nipples with it, smearing her juices all over her dark pink buds. 

He leaned down and licked each swollen nipple then straightened to kiss her as he applied the vibrating shaft to her clit. He tormented her with it, sliding it up and down her sopping slit. He continued to kiss her as he pressed it up into her hole, the tip of the little rod caressing her g-spot. He slid it from her hole to her clit, back and forth, over and over. She was breathing hard and whimpering as he kissed her harder, driving his tongue into her mouth. He pinched her nipples and stretched them and she was nearly screaming against his mouth. She wrenched her head away and moaned loudly.

"Oh god, please, please let me come, Master!" she sobbed. "I can't hold it! Please let me come for you!"

"Yes," he said softly and pressed the vibrator against her engorged nub. She threw her head back and screamed loud and long as the force of her orgasm overwhelmed her body. Every nerve flamed in ecstasy as her climax sizzled from her pussy to her toes to her scalp. She moaned and grunted as her body jerked with each undulating surge of her orgasm. She was devoid of thought; she was all one hot, wild physical sensation. When he finally pulled the wand away and turned it off his cock was so thick and hard he'd nearly come from just watching her. As her body began to relax he untied her and had to support her as she could barely stand in her weakened state. She sobbed against his chest and he held her tightly, reveling in the feeling of his cock pressed between them.

Leading her to the bed he eased her onto her back and spread her legs. He crouched in front of her pussy and delicately lapped her cum with his tongue. She tasted so sweet! She flinched and moaned, feebly attempting to push him away. But he would not stop licking her and drinking her juices, drenching his nose, mouth, and chin. He loved her taste, her smell, the feel of her puffy lips against his mouth. He abruptly rose above her and slid his hands under her ass. Pulling her up he quickly shoved his swollen head and shaft deeply into her slick cunt. He groaned with pleasure, feeling her pussy twitch and squeeze his shaft. He moved his hips faster thrusting hard into her. She opened her eyes and they stared at each other as he fucked her.

"Yes, Master, fuck me! I love to feel you fuck me with your big cock!" her voice was husky and raw from her screams.

"And I love feeling your tight cunt wrapped around my cock!" he grunted. He shoved in harder feeling her pussy grip him. He squeezed her ass cheeks in his strong hands and pulled her tightly against him. "I'm going to come, drench that hot pussy with my cum. You feel so fucking good!" He groaned and felt his balls tighten.

"Yes, please, Master! Give me your cum! Fuck me harder!" she panted as her heart pounded with excitement. She watched his face and body loving how he used her. He stared down into her eyes as his cock throbbed and expanded. He came hard feeling his hot cream burst out and shoot deep into her pussy. She milked him, using her muscles to squeeze and pull on his cock as it jerked inside her.

"My slut!" He yelled and slapped her thigh as his cock pumped and the muscles in his groin spasmed with torrid, hot pleasure. He slowed, then stopped just feeling her tight, silky pussy wrapped around his twitching shaft. He stayed that way for a few minutes luxuriating in the heat and the high from his orgasm. With a heavy, satisfied sigh he pulled out of her and lay down beside her on his back. As he caught his breath she curled up to him and just snuggled against him. They relaxed for a while, their bodies damp with sweat, glowing in the aftermath of their fierce sex.




Denial Ch. 05



"Now, what was that about roasting marshmallows?" he whispered and smiled.

"You just roasted me...the marshmallows can wait for a while," she sighed happily. They both laughed softly and cuddled each other.

"I love you. You are so wonderful," he turned his face and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, too. We are wonderful," she whispered.



Denial Ch. 05



She just lay back and thrust upward. "Don't let me fall out. Keep moving deeper." She warned.

She leaned back on her arms. luxuriating in my pain and humiliation. She smiled with half closed eyes, "I'm curious, sweetheart, which do you feel like: a woman or a faggot." In a few moments, she seemed to remember something, and reached for the chain around her neck, and unhooked it. As I was bouncing up and down on her dildo in my ass, she unzipped my custom girdle and unlocked my cock cage. Maxine removed it and immediately began to stroke my penis with such erotic intensity, she had to hold me back from coming two or three times, until I almost couldn't hold back any longer.

"Are you close?" Maxine asked, and continued her stroking and thrusting.

"Yes. Very close."

"Okay. Now get on your hands and knees, head near the edge of the bed." She quickly stood up, and positioned herself near my head at the edge of the bed. She grabbed me behind the neck, and brought the shit smeared dildo close to my mouth. "You can jerk off while you clean the dildo with your mouth."

I looked at the dildo, which had my shit smeared all over it. I didn't move, and Maxine tilted her head up to me and looked at me quizically. "I said you can have an orgasm, sweetheart. Go on. Start." But I did nothing.

Maxine quickly reached over and grabbed hold of both of my wrists, keeping my hand away from my penis. "Do you want to come or not?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the matter now?"

I thought for a moment, and then decided to take a stand. "It's crazy. I'm not going to lick my shit off a dildo."

"You're not? Then you're not coming either."

She continued to hold my hands, and she shifted onto the bed, and got behind me now, just holding my hands above my head. She said nothing, and I just lay there. It was becoming a battle of wills. "Well, do you clean the dildo now?" I shook my head.

Maxine began fuming, and we just sat there with her holding my hands away from my cock. When she saw my penis had shrunk, she began putting my cock cage on again, stuffing it into the smaller place, pinching my skin against the metal and leather. She didn't say a word. She locked the key in place, and put it back on the chain around her neck. I didn't expect her to act so reasonable about all of this. After all, it was part of the "sensitivity exercises" which she considered so important, and I apparantly had failed.

Maxine then pulled my girdle up again, took off her dildo harness, and surprisingly, she climbed up and straddled my face, offering her pussy to eat. I did, and she began to caress my chest and arms. She reached forward to get something from her night table drawer, and continued the touching. Suddenly, she snapped handcuffs on my wrists behind me, and before I could push her off of me, she had attached them by a wire, under my legs to my cock cage. She pulled a few times, jumped off of me, and pulled me quickly up to a standing position to my closet door. She tied the wire to my tie hook, and I was being pulled by my cock cage.

In a moment, she stuffed a black leather hood over my head and pumped a rubber gag into my mouth (all toys from the bag.) Then, she took the wire in her hand, and pulled me along, and lead me downstairs, and I could sense, into the garage. I heard her open our car door, and she then pushed me in. She laid me down in the back seat, and tied my ankles together. She threw a sheet over me, and started the car. We drove for at least a half-hour, until she finally stopped the car. She got out of the car for about 5 minutes, came back and drove for a few yards. All was quiet outside.

Finally, she opened the car door, and by my wire, yanked me to my feet. She then hustled me for a few yards, where she unlocked a door, and led me in.

She threw me on the floor, and came by to get me on my hands and knees, and then she yanked on the chord. I was hooded and gagged, and couldn't smell or see a thing. She tugged the chord, almost pulling my cock and balls off as she did so.

"You're in a motel room in Greenville. This was Dr. Gruen's original plan for the exercise. There's a leather bar a few blocks from here. In a few minutes, I'm going to go over and make a deal with the bartender. I'm going to tell him that there's a punk in a motel room who can handle all the rough trade he can send over. He can sell tickets to your asshole to his customers. But, the motel room will not be paid, and you have no transportation, or male clothing, and you'll be tied up, so you'll have hustle for tips. Until you come up with $500 you don't come home." Maxine yanked on the wire. "Can you imagine what you'd have to do to earn $500 in tips in this room?"

I heard her walking around me on the carpeted floor, and I was petrified.

"Now I did bring your shit-covered dildo with me, and if you can clean it to my satisfaction, then maybe I'll take you home tonight." I felt her shoe near my face, and it was nudging near my mouth. "But I don't know now. You look so hot and ready for any hard dick, maybe I should just make you do it. I may even watch." I was broken. I would do anything not to become a punk in some motel. I couldn't believe that Maxine, my wife and best friend was doing this to me.

Maxine reached over and unpumped my gag, removing it from my mouth hole. The cold air rushed into my mouth. "Suck my heel while I consider." She snickered, and nudged my head down to the ground where she began working her heel in and out of my mouth. I heard her lighter click, as she lit a cigarette. For a moment, the only sound was my breating, and Maxine slowly blowing out smoke.

"I could arrange a special rate for studs who want to, what do they call it, "fist fuck" you. Would you like that?" She pistoned her heel faster. "I'm going to change my mind in a minute, pussy."

I shook my head no, up and down many times.

"Good move. Although we probably could have used the extra money from the rough trade." She said. "Now get this clean."

In a moment, Maxine was guiding the shit covered dildo into my mouth. I was close to gagging on the taste of it. "You've tasted my shit many times, Missy. Why does your own repel you so much? I wonder what tricks your customers would have made you do with their shit, huh?" Strangely, Maxine was tenderly caressing my neck as she pistoned the dildo in and out of my mouth. "Squeaky clean. You're a good cocksucker, bitch."

Maxine then zipped the hood mouthpiece up again, and cradled me in her arms, holding my wire. For a moment.

"Do you want our sex life back on track?"

I shook my head yes.

"Did we both agree to try the exercises that Dr. Gruen recommended."

I shook my head yes. Actually, I have come to dread going to see her in two nights, and begun seeing Dr. as more of a monster as the week wore on.

"Will you ever try and sabotage an exercise again? Ever?" She said.

I nodded my head, and she cradled me for a few minutes.

Then suddenly, she stood up, bringing me with her by the wire. "But I think I will leave you here after all." I began screaming under the gag, panicking. "You'll learn a new trade, become a real breadwinner. I'd love to watch you take two at a time. One in your mouth and a big one stuffed in your ass. Oooh. Exciting."

She was laughing, as she led me around the room in circles, then suddenly, she reached up, unzipped my mouthpiece, "Beg me not to do it."

"Please. Please don't!" I pleaded.

"Why? Are you afraid?" She asked, leading me around the room faster.

"Yes. Very afraid."

"Who's the only one who will help you. And keep you away from here." She prodded, yanking harder.

"You."

"Will you ever forget that.

"No. I won't forget."

"Will you ever question any demand I make on you, no matter how much you don't like it."

"Never."

"Why."

I paused, panicking. "Because you'll do something terrible to me if I do."

"Yes, that's right. And, just remember, that as bad as some of the things I request are, it could always be worse. I promise you, pussy, next time you defy me, I'll bring a few cans of Crisco, and it will all happen for real." She pulled hard several times.

"I do have one more surprise for you." and she ripped the hood off my head. I looked around, and was astonished to find that I was in my own living room!!

"Surprise, cocksucker." Maxine yelled from behind me, where her tugging on the wire was doubling me over. She kicked at my feet, and I was on my back.

"Now," she said as she brought her now bare feet to my face. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, Maxine." I answered, still stunned.

"Did you learn that women have been weak and not in control, and have always been vulnerable to just what happened to you."

I nodded, thankful that I was really home, and that the nightmare wasn't real.

"Now get upstairs and lie down on your back in bed."

She stood behind me, pushing me up the stairs, and when I reached the bedroom, I lied down on my back. Maxine, dressed quite normal, with little makeup, was nonetheless stunning when she undressed. She got on the bed and grabbed the wire.

"You got me soooo hot with your pleading. The images that must have gone through your mind that I would leave you tied up in a bed in some motel room to suck and fuck your way home made me cream. Just the evil depravity of it. It's so wicked and cruel, I couldn't help it. I've been keeping these feelings all locked up and taking them out on you by denying you sex all these years. I'm glad I can rechannel it now."

As she climbed on top, I could feel her wetness and heat even before she settled her pussy onto my mouth. "Did the idea make you hot."

She reached down to feel my cock in the cage. "I think it did. I find it so exciting, I may actually do it sometime if I get angry enough at you. And you know what?" She began grinding her cunt into my face. "If you complain about it, I'll just come up with something even worse in its place." She sighed softly as she continued using my mouth as her dildo. 

I had no choice but to tremble, and accept it. 

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 06



The next morning, Maxine awoke me with breakfast in bed. Juice, coffee, and toast. I was still dressed as a woman, and she said that when I finish breakfast, I should get out of the clothing. She sat next to me with her head on my shoulder. "I hope you're not too angry with me for last night."

But I was. I was furious. She had terrorized me so completely, I don't remember ever being so scared. While I feared telling her, I had to.

"You scared me very much last night, Maxine. And I don't know what to do about it. If I complain about anything, I just get punished more. And then you ask me if you hope I'm not too angry. Of course I'm angry, but I'm also scared of you." I looked away, and I felt her staring at me as I ate.

She finally spoke in a very soothing voice. "Dr. Gruen explained that you probably would be very resentful. But she said that while it works for you to turn your anger INWARD, it doesn't work for me to, and that the balance we need is for me to be more expressive with my anger and feel that I have some control over what happens to me. If you want to have a good sex life, I have to feel unthreatened. Look, honey, I'm still learning about it myself. But we agreed to put ourselves in Dr. Gruen's capable hands, right?"

"But even when we were doing s&m, I'd never been as abused as much as this week. I feel like a wet dish rag."

"Sweetheart, we're seeing Dr. Gruen tomorrow night again. Why don't we discuss this all with her. And I start work this Sunday, so I'll feel better about myself."

She took a piece of my toast, and fed it to me, then reached over and used a napkin to smooth out some of the makeup I still had on my face. She then looked at me and let out a short laugh. "You look so ridiculous all tarted up like that." I felt about three inches tall.

There was mercifully no sensitivity exercise that night, and we just watched a video tape on tv, lay down, and went to sleep. "I love you very much," Maxine said just before we fell asleep, but then she did something strange. As she was settling in, she wrapped her long, thin fingers around my cock cage, and cradled it in her hand. This strange hand immediatly brought my cock to erection, and hurt me. But she didn't let go, and we fell asleep like that.

The next night, we both arrived at Dr. Gruen's office at 7:00 p.m. for our session. We went in, and instead of chatting for a while, Dr. Gruen told us that she wanted to give us a full hour, and couldn't go longer because her group session was starting at 8:00 sharp. "It consists mostly of couples like you," Dr. Gruen said. "I'd like you to stay and sit in for tonight. Perhaps you'd like to join."

We sat right down, and both Dr. Gruen and Maxine lit up cigarettes.

"So, Franklyn.," Dr. Gruen said through a cloud of her cigarette smoke. "We are tonight mostly concerned with your reactions to the exercises. Let's start with the first one. Why do you think I had you beg Maxine to sleep in your room again?" Dr. Gruen stared at me waiting for an answer.

I just looked at her, and then to Maxine, who was puzzled that I wasn't answering.

After a moment. "The answer is obvious, Franklyn. Because she had to feel you really wanted to. As I mentioned, we have to make Maxine feel secure if you want a good sexual relationship, right? And how better will she know how much you care for her than if you beg to do something as disgusting as suck on her dirty big toe while you do so. It was just a symbolic way of showing your love and devotion. From what Maxine told me, you performed very well."

Performed. Like a trained dog! She took a drag on the cigarette, and let it swirl out her mouth and nostrils. "The Question exercise had a different purpose." She turned to Maxine. "Why don't you play the tape?" Maxine brought the tiny tape recorder out of her pocketbook, set it on the desk, and flipped it on. Maxine was playing the tape she had made of her Question Session with me, which I didn't realize she would do. But this would at least show how she had coersed me into some of the answers.

After each important question, Dr. Gruen stopped the tape, and discussed. "Franklyn, you are a mass of contradictions. First, you say that you love and trust Maxine here, and then you say that she hurt you by making love to other men. Why are you so confused. How can you trust someone, and accuse them of that. Besides, Maxine explained that she was in a situation where she had no choice." Dr. Gruen stared at me. "In fact, you should be thankful that she had enough insight to gracefully get out of the situation without your help."

We listened some more to my being forced to reply that Maxine was a good lover, and that while I resented the cock cage, it was kept on me because I wanted to develop a more harmonious sexual relationship with Maxine. "And you even admit that it is your own fault that you can't respond when the cage comes off." Dr. Gruen shook her head.

When it came to my being forced to respond that I developed the obsession myself for the smell of her anus, Dr. Gruen stopped the recorder. "Franklyn," she stared at me. "Our therapy will not work if you continue to lie. How can we help the marriage if you are not honest." Dr. Gruen was so blatantly taking Maxine's side, that I couldn't win. She was ignoring the screams for mercy on the tape that meant that Maxine was torturing me to get the responses she wanted. We kept listening, and Dr. Gruen stopped the tape again. "But, I applaud you for your response about Maxine going to work in the health club Richie owns. You also exercised trust in the question about Maxine making love to another man if her best judgement called for it. That's an important point, especially considering where Maxine will be working." I looked at Maxine, whose face had no expression.

"It also shows progress that you will from now on graciously accept her gifts. Frankly, I found it incredible to believe that any real man would object to his wife learning how to perform oral sex like a professional, and then sharing this pleasure with her husband. I'm surprised at you." I couldn't believe it. Maxine was looking at me with a hurt expression.

Maxine then popped in the tape from the next night. After listening to it, she said. "A lot of questions about your wife with other men also popped up the next night when you asked the questions. So much suspicion, Franklyn." Dr. Gruen laughed lightly, and so did Maxine. "Franklyn, this is really your only chance to save your marriage, if you love Maxine."

"I do, but she was very cruel to me this week." I pleaded.

"Any crueler than you were in spurning her sexually when she unlocked your cage?"

I had no argument.

"But Dr. Gruen, Maxine was using nipple clamps to torture a lot of those answers out of me."

"The nipple clamps were part of the exercise, Franklyn. Maxine was told to use them any way she saw fit. And afterall, you weren't saying anything you didn't really feel deep down now, did you?"

Dr. Gruen looked at her clock, and saw that it was almost 8:00. She asked for Maxine's help in her kitchen to prepare coffee for her group. As they were leaving, Dr. Gruen said. "I'm a little disappointed in your progress. We'll discuss your empathy exercises next time.

She asked me to set up seven chairs in the middle of the living room in a circle for the group, and to answer the door if anyone rang. In the next 10 minutes, five couples showed up. Everyone of them was a respectable looking couple, covering many ethnic groups and socio-economic classes. I noticed that there were going to be 12 people plus Dr. Gruen, but only seven chairs. I looked around for other chairs, but found none. The group stood and mingled for a few minutes before Dr. Gruen returned from the kitchen with Maxine.

"Be seated everyone." Dr. Gruen said, and casually clapped. It was then that things got a little bizarre.

As if by rehearsal, two men and three womem sat down in the chairs, and their mates, the other two women and three men, sat right at their feet, on the floor. When Dr. Gruen saw me looking, she motioned for Maxine to sit, and for me to sit at her feet. "Not enough chairs, Franklyn, you don't mind?" It was not a question. I looked around, and the looks I received were of two kinds. The people in the chairs looked slightly amused, and the people on the floor looked at me longingly, with sympathy.

"As you see, group, we have a new couple in tonight. Maxine Vale and her husband Franklyn. Why don't we go around the room, introduce yourselves and give a capsule of your relationship."

The couple to her left were in their 40's, very trim, well- dressed and wealthy looking. The woman in the chair had a wonderful tan and richly colored platinum hair. Her jewelry, makeup and skin revealed expensive care and pampering. She was stroking her husband's hair as she spoke in a very high- toned English accent. "My name is Meredith Montclair, and this is my husband Martin. We live in a large estate north of here. I have never worked at a job, and have always had servents do our work for us. I never considered myself independent, so it took a lot of courage to face the fact that it was up to me to keep our marriage from crumbling.

"We first came to Dr. Gruen at the suggestion of a friend because my husband had had affairs, I was angry about them, and insisted on finding a way to save our marriage. First we had to do something to stop Martin from cheating on me, so the doctor first recommended what's called a cock cage. Martin agreed to wear it to keep him from cheating.

I turned to look up at Maxine, who looked as surprised as I was.

Meredith continued. "It was impossible for him to cheat in this device, but it wasn't good enough, because a few weeks later, he just cut the leather strap, threw it away, and began cheating again. When I discovered this, and confronted him, he said that he couldn't help it. It was an impulse."

"That's when Dr. Gruen recommended Dr. Rekvyk, and a certain operation she performs to assure that males remain faithful." Meredith touched Martin lightly on the shoulder. "Take your pants down and show them, Martin."

Martin undid his pants and let them fall. When he revealed his genitals, I was shocked. One of his balls had been surgically removed, and the scrotum sac was sewn up to get rid of the loose skin. Meredith spoke: "Now there is a follow-up operation, in which the other testical is removed, but Martin promises me that it won't be necessary for him to have it. Dr. Gruen has allowed us to put it all in perspective, without ruining our marriage." Martin reached up and took Meredith's hand, and they squeezed each other. "He doesn't cheat anymore."

With the next couple, Vinny was sitting in the chair, and Vicki was on the floor, nodding off with her head in his lap. He was in his early 20s, with Vicki possibly being as young as 19. They were an average looking blue collar couple, dressed in jeans and t-shirts.

Everyone greeted them, and Meredith spoke to them briefly. "Vinny, do you still get resistance from Vicki to coming to these meetings?" Meridith asked.

"Tonight I did. She begged not to go. She says that she looks ugly now and is humiliated. I gave her a strong sedititive, and brought her."

"Good Vinny. And you too, Vicki. You mustn't miss any sessions." Dr. Gruen advised her. Vicki kept her head in Vinny's lap and nodded.

With her straight dark hair cascading down Vinny's leg, she remained was silent, and just sat on the floor with her head in Vinny's lap. He just sat cross armed, and spoke. "When I met Vicki last year, she had just graduated high school, but as she came from a broken home, she kept jumping around from guy to guy. A real pin cushion, until I figured out about what she needed. She needed someone to take firm control over her life. We've since gotten married three months ago, and for her wedding gift well, why don't you show the group again, what I got you."

Vicki then looked up for the first time, and I saw her tortured eyes. She looked spaced out, but it was probably only the sedative. My wondering over her "gift" stopped when Vinny reached down and with one hand grabbed Vickie's nose, and with the other, yanked Vicki's mouth open to show a toothless gaping hole. "Ironically, the dentist recommended by Dr. Gruen who pulled out all of Vicki's teeth to replace them with the false ones said that her teeth were among the strongest and most beautiful she'd ever seen. She probably would have had them till she was seventy."

"What has been the result, Vinny?"

"Vicki can now give me oral sex with no annoying scratching to my cock, and I make her hold my balls in her mouth for long periods of time."

I looked across at Vicki, who stared at me, dazed.

"But most of all, being toothless is being powerless. I can get her all dressed up and beautiful, and then just remove the dentures, and she looks ridiculous. She now has the firm control she needs, knows that I hold supreme power over her. She has no say so in anything, from what she eats to what she wears, to when she goes to the bathroom. She is much more fulfilled than before."

"Do you agree, Vicki?" said Dr. Gruen. Vicki slowly looked up at the Doctor and smiled slightly, a little cross-eyed, and groggy. She just nodded her head shakily.

The next couple was in their mid 20s. There was a great disparity in looks, with the woman, Shoshana, an Israeli, being strong looking with dark features: dark eyes and brows, dark hair, and a dark, evil expression accented by a classic Jewish nose. She was a strong woman, not pretty, but one who evidently was a fine physical specimen. She had the arrogant look of power, the total opposite of Maxine. She sat in the chair, with Steven, her husband, literally down at her feet. He was pasty faced, lumpy bodied, with scarred, pocked skin, a broken nose, jutting lopsided jaw and was generally weak- looking, with short balding hair, and bland styling all around.

In a husky, relaxed voice, using perfect, but heavily accented English, Shoshana folded her olive legs and began her tale. "I am Shoshana, and this is my Steven. We have been here the longest of anyone in the group, three years. Our problem started when we were engaged, and a 'friend' seduced my Steven behind my back. I became very jealous, and wanted to get even with him for this weakness. This was before I met Dr. Gruen, so to get even, and make him a little less attractive to other women, I hired three men to beat him up and break his nose. This ended his career as a male photographers model, but not his appeal to other women."

A model? I glanced up at Maxine, who looked surprised as well.

"Anyway, it happened again, with a different friend, and this time, I came into therapy with Dr. Gruen and Steven. I explained that I love Steven very much, but that before we got married, I would have to be sure that he wouldn't fall prey to other women. That is when Dr. Gruen recommended Regina -- Dr. Rekvyk -- who has been undertaking the transformation ever since."

I just gaped at this lump of a male sitting at this Amazon's feet. He had been turned from a model toa freak by a medical doctor.

Dr. Gruen spoke, "Steven, why don't you tell us how your transformation is coming."

Steven began speaking with a monotone voice. "At my beloved wife Shoshana's suggestion, Dr. Rekvyk has scarred my face with various acids and scalpels so that it will never heal to the smoothness that it once had. My jaw has been surgically broken in three places and purposely reset improperly. Through various chemicals, I have lost my hair, probably permanently. I am not allowed to get any sun or exercise, and my diet consists of litle vitamins or nutritional value. This is to avoid my growing muscles."

Dr. Gruen blew out a puff of smoke. "And what has Shoshana's treatment shown you?"

"That she loves me and does not ever want to lose me to anyone else."

Shoshana interrupted. "I know that he will never be the same physically, and I am not even done yet. By the time I get through with him -- Dr. Rekvyk is planning some nerve and muscle damage -- no other woman will ever take him away from me, because no other woman would ever want him."

Dr. Gruen, "Thank you Shoshana for sharing your story."

The fourth couple was composed of a young man seated in the chair and an older woman at his feet. They were bikers, man big and powerful, with a mane of blond hair and a muscular build. He was Trump, and looked to be about 25. She was Tart, as tiny as he was big, with a full head of curly red hair, a perfect tiny body, but probably around 37 or so. They were in jeans and leathers, and were the most outwardly s&m in the group, with Tart sporting various tattoos on her breast and back, and one special one on her wrist, like a bracelet, which formed the word "Slave."

Dr. Gruen nodded to Trump. "Ah, the caveman of the group. Trump, why don't you recount to the group how Tart became your slave. I use that word because that is literally what Tart is. You bought her, didn't you?"

Trump pulled Tart's hair down, and held it beneath his feet. "I actually won her, Dr. She was the wife of a medical doctor who got interested in bikes, and began riding with us, and getting us dope and all. He was really a wimp, and once or twice, Tart would give a cookout in their big backyard for all of us bikers, but she would just sit back and almost sneer at her husband's low-life friends. Mostly she stuck with her country club set, playing tennis and golf."

"One day, we wanted to see what Doc had in his pants, and asked him if he wanted to race. The usual challenge called for racing for ownership of bikes. In this case, since he had a great amount of money, and we agreed that it wasn't a fair wager, we raced for our women. If he won, he'd get my bitch, if I won, I'd own his wife. He must have thought it was a joke or that I wasn't serious because after he lost, and we wanted to collect, he refused to turn over his bitch to us. "But she's my wife, and a mother." We just laughed.

"We then strung him up to a big tree, and told him we'd cruxify him and leave him there if he didn't place a call for his wife to come down to the tracks right away, and to bring their little girl. He refused, so we pounded a spike right through his left hand, cut the ropes and let him just hang there. When he saw that we would just slowly kill him, and then take his wife and daughter anyway, he gave in. We said that we wanted him to bring them to us.

The first thing his wife says is 'What do you mean, Trump owns me now? Nobody owns me.' At this point, Doc showed her his wound. 'Well, she said, we'll go to the police.' But Doc knew that he'd wind up in jail, so he told her they were going to the police station, and instead drove her to us. When she and the little girl got there, we made him lay out the story.

"She was now my personal property, so I renamed her Tart. I owned her. The doctor husband could go home. Their little girl would be taken care of somewhere else until we were sure that no one would call the cops. We assured them that she would be very safe, and all, but that until we were done with Tart, we couldn't afford him telling the cops. In addition, if he did kick up a fuss, we would tell the cops about the dope he was giving us, and ruin his career. The doctor cried as he left, and we had a good laugh as we passed Tart around for a few weeks until she finally landed back with me.

"I decided that I needed a real slave. So I started making Tart into my slave. There's nothing she won't do for me."

Dr. Gruen smiled.

"Anything to say about that Tart?" Dr. Gruen leaned forward. Tart just shook her head, and looked down again. For some reason, some of the tops in the group chuckled.

Dr. Gruen turned to me and Maxine. "Tart would constantly complain to Trump about the treatment he gave her. Now she doesn't have much to say, and that is how Trump, her master, likes it. Trump had her vocal chords cut last year by Dr. Rekvyk and Tart will never speak a word again."




Denial Ch. 06



To my one and only, thank you for letting me explore…

She sighed with slight disappointment feeling him move away and get out of the bed. As she propped herself up on her elbows she watched him build a fire in the fireplace and set it alight. Although it was the early afternoon it was dark outside as the snow continued to fall. But the candles cast a warm glow around the bedroom. The fire was a cozy touch. She smiled, it was so romantic. He pulled some overstuffed pillows onto the floor near the fireplace and grinned at her.

"Go get your marshmallows and let's watch a movie," he said. She was quick about it and he had two wire clothes hangers unwound and straightened out, ready for the fluffy treats when she came back. She popped a DVD into the player and they settled on the floor as he pressed a marshmallow onto each of the clothes hangers. They roasted a few and ate them watching a sweet romantic comedy. Towards the end of the movie she had a slightly over-roasted puff on the end of her make-shift spear and it dripped onto the top of her breast.

"Oh, ouch," she murmured as she quickly pulled it off her skin and popped it into her mouth. He leaned down and licked the sticky cream remnants from her soft, pale breast and continued kissing down to the tip of her nipple. She moaned appreciatively. "Yes, kiss me and make me feel better," she giggled.

"Yeah, I'm going to make you feel better," he said as he licked and sucked her soft flesh. Pressing on her shoulder to lie back on the pillows he then reached down and spread her legs apart. He settled in between her thighs and lowered his mouth to her warm, slick pussy. "You taste much better than roasted marshmallows," he teased her. She closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing as she felt his tongue drift across her puffy lips. She moaned as he slid his tongue up and down her slit and pressed her hips upward pushing her pussy against his hungry mouth. His tongue moved deftly over and across her silky, wet creases and slid his fingers into her tight hole. He slowly fucked and licked her, taking his sweet time and enjoying every drop of her juice, every inch of her velvety flesh. Looking up he smiled as he watched her pinch and rub her stiff nipples. He could feel his cock growing, pressed against her smooth calf.

"Oh god, that feels so good. Oh, yes…fuck me harder, Master, please?" she groaned and writhed beneath him. Her stomach tightened and the tension grew in her womb causing a warm fluttering in her pussy. She was so close and she began to fuck his face in earnest, grinding her hips up and down. Suddenly he slipped his two fingers from her cunt and slid them right into her anus and sucked hard on her clit. "Oh yes! Ohhhh…ughnnnnn," she groaned loudly as her tight ass twitched around his fingers. "I need to come, please let me come!" she panted floating on the crest of a climax.

"Mmmmhmmm," he moaned against her hard nub and squishy lips. He thrust his fingers in and out of her hole as he enjoyed her tight spasms and she cried out and her hips bucked up and down. She groaned loudly over and over and jerked against him feeling the hot rush of her orgasm throbbing, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure throughout her body.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, please! I need your cock in me," she gasped and grabbed at him trying to pull him up on top of her. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than he was up and in, feeling her twitching cunt swallow him whole. She wrapped her legs around him as he pounded her. As his balls pulled up, knotted against his groin his cum spewed into her like liquid fire. "I can feel your big cock jerking in me! I love feeling you come inside me!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with ecstatic joy. As his hot spurts of cum subsided he moaned with luscious satisfaction and lay down, rolling her to her side and holding her tightly. They cuddled in each other's arms and relaxed as the warmth of the fire caressed their bodies. Listening to the soft pops and crackles she watched the flames dance and sway, hungrily consuming the wood.

"Are you feeling hungry?" he asked as he kissed her cheek.

"Hmmm…yes," she sighed as she reached down and took his soft member in her hand and lightly stroked him.

"I meant are you hungry for some dinner," he chuckled softly. "I will feed you my cock for dessert." She grinned at him and nodded then they got up and he closed the glass doors over the fireplace screen then followed her from the bedroom to the kitchen. As they looked in the pantry and refrigerator, trying to decide what to eat, the doorbell rang.

"Who in the hell is that out in the snow?" he grumbled.

"Just ignore it. We're naked! Maybe whoever it is will just go away." She remained still as if any movement might alert the unexpected visitor that they were aware of his or her presence. The doorbell softly chimed again.

"Guess we'd better see who it is," he grumbled and went back to the bedroom to pull on a robe. She dashed to follow him. The doorbell chimed again as he sighed and hurried out of the bedroom. She went to the doorway to listen as he answered the door.

"Charlotte! What are you doing out in this weather?" He was surprised to see his neighbor from across the street. She smiled at him and held out a plate of cookies. "Is everything ok?"

"I'm ok but something's wrong with my heater. It was working fine this morning," she began to explain then entered the house as he stepped back to let her in. "But this afternoon I took a nap and when I woke up I noticed the room was cold. I tried the thermostat but the heater won't come back on. Do you think you can take a look at it? Here, I even brought some cookies. Just baked them this morning!"

"Where's Bob?" he asked about her husband.

"He's out of town on business. He was supposed to come home Friday but stayed to play golf yesterday with the big dogs of the company. Now, with the snow, his flight's been delayed. He called me this morning to say there are no flights out today, maybe not even tomorrow. I'm sorry, I wouldn't bother you about this, Alex, but we don't have any firewood so I can't even keep warm by the fireplace." Charlotte looked at him and wondered why he had answered the door dressed in his robe as mischievous thoughts bloomed in her mind. She glanced around the room looking for Karen, surprised she had not been the one to answer the door. Had she interrupted something?

"No, no, it's ok. Let me get dressed and we'll go over and take a look," he offered as he shut the door against the breeze swirling snowflakes into the foyer. He noticed the little grin on her face and smiled back at her, wondering what she was thinking. "Have a seat. I'll be right back." Charlotte settled on the edge of the couch as he disappeared down the hallway.

"It's Charlotte. Her heater isn't working. It's probably just the pilot light," he said as he entered the bedroom. His sub stepped away from the door to stand by the bed. He gazed at her naked, beautiful body as he grabbed his pants from the chair and pulled them on. "Baby, why don't you start dinner while I'm over there. It shouldn't take long." He seemed impatient in his hurry to get dressed and get their neighbor's problem out of their way.

"Yes, I heard her from the doorway." Karen watched him as he dressed. 'A good man is hard to find, a hard man is an even better find,' she thought to herself and giggled.

"What's so funny?" he asked as he pulled on a shirt and his shoes and stood up.

"Nothing. You're just so cute when you're flustered," she said as she went to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body seductively against him and softly kissed him.

"Cute? We'll see how cute you think I am a little later," he whispered as his hands ran down her warm, smooth back and squeezed her plump ass cheeks. He soundly popped her bottom with his hand and then gently pulled away. "Chicken and rice sounds good. Get it started and I'll be back before you know it," he called over his shoulder as he left. Karen sighed and pulled on a tee shirt and flannel pajama bottoms then went back out to the kitchen to start dinner.

Karen had just added cream of mushroom soup to the browned chicken breasts and was about to start slicing up some veggies to sauté when she heard two voices as the front door opened and quickly closed. Charlotte had returned with Alex. She frowned in disappointment realizing that he must not have been able to get her heater started. She had been thinking of the night ahead and all the sweet, hot love she and her Master might share. She glanced out the window and noticed the snow was still falling, a gentle wind whirling the snowflakes to and fro. They'd be completely snowed in tomorrow if it kept falling at this rate!

"Sweetheart, I couldn't get the heater going. I think the starter for the pilot light probably needs to be replaced," Alex said as he greeted her with a kiss, his cold lips pressed against her warm mouth. He softly brushed his fingers across his sub's breasts causing her nipples to immediately stiffen. "I offered Charlotte the spare bedroom tonight. Maybe we can get a repair man out tomorrow, if the roads aren't too bad."

"Well, there's plenty to eat. Dinner should be ready in about 30 minutes." Karen shivered at his touch wishing they were alone. Yet, dinner was pleasant as they ate, talked, and drank wine. Alex noticed the two women getting a bit tipsy from the wine as they talked and giggled about various things such as shopping and the latest celebrity gossip. His interest in the conversation perked up a bit when Charlotte mentioned a new lingerie store that had recently opened up at the mall. Karen lamented that those shops tended to cater to skinny, small breasted women. Charlotte laughed and told her that they had a large variety of sizes and there were surely items that would fit a voluptuous woman like Karen. She had been glancing at her neighbor's large breasts and hard nipples poking stiffly against her tee shirt throughout the meal. Although Karen seemed oblivious to her stolen glances Alex was quite aware of it and he was rather amused.

After dinner Alex went to his office while the two women cleaned up the kitchen. He smiled listening to them talking and laughing, glad to hear them enjoying themselves. At one point he went into the kitchen to get a drink and saw Karen opening another bottle of wine. The ladies had polished off the last bottle at dinner and were obviously feeling the effects. He went back to his office and the women went to the TV room to relax. Their voices softly drifted to him as he dabbled with a new computer game he'd recently bought. The dogs had retired by his side, dozing by his chair. He glanced out the window and saw the snow was still falling as dusk faded into the darkness of the night.

"TV's kind of boring tonight," Charlotte said as Karen surfed through the channels. "What DVDs do you have?"

"Take a look," Karen pointed toward the cabinet under the TV as she took a drink from her wine glass. Charlotte got up and went to the cabinet, perusing the titles of the DVDs to find something interesting.

"We still have a few movie channels to go through, let's see what's on," Karen suggested as she deftly pressed the buttons on the remote control. "Ohhhh…I haven't seen this one in a long time!" she giggled and sat back on the couch as she took another sip of wine. "Have you ever seen this one? It's called 'Young Lady Chatterley'. It's kind of cheesy, but fun." Karen grinned at Charlotte. Charlotte glanced at the voluptuous woman next to her, thinking how sexy and comfy she looked in her thin tee shirt and pajama bottoms.

"Seems I'm not dressed properly for this sleep-over. I'm going to change into my night shirt. I'll be right back," Charlotte quickly went to the spare room, noticing Alex seemed absorbed playing his computer game as she walked past his office. She grinned to herself as she undressed and pulled her short nightshirt over her perky, naked breasts musing that this night turned out so much better than being alone at home. She missed Bob who had been out of town for several days. She had called her girlfriend to spend the weekend with her but her friend had plans which she couldn't change. Charlotte was almost happy that the heater had broken and was having fun at this impromptu visit with her neighbors.

The two couples had enjoyed occasional barbecues together and spending time playing cards, talking and laughing into the wee hours of the morning. The men had played golf together now and then. As they spent time together she had noticed how attentive Alex was of Karen and how Karen happily waited on her husband. They seemed to be much closer than Charlotte and Bob were. There was something deeper and sensuous between the two that was intriguing and Charlotte sometimes wondered about different aspects of their relationship. She felt a little guilty wondering about their sex life, it certainly was none of her business but she couldn't help thinking about it. From the way they looked at each other, touched, and spoke to one another their relationship appeared to be very loving…and probably very hot! Charlotte softly giggled feeling an odd anticipation within her as she went back to the TV room and sat on the couch to settle in and watch the movie.

Alex had been listening to the soft, feminine voices from the TV room. But now the girls had gone quiet and he wondered what they were watching. He got up and quietly walked to the door of the TV room and stood just out of sight. By the groans and moans from the movie they were watching something sexy. He grinned thinking they must be enthralled with the action on the screen. He silently went back to his computer game but it was a half-hearted attempt to play as he was distracted with trying to hear what might happen in the other room only a few feet away from him. He had seen Charlotte walking by the office earlier and caught a glimpse of her going to the spare bedroom, then saw her out of the corner of his eye, quietly tiptoe by again dressed in a skimpy nightshirt that just barely covered her bottom. He wondered what she was thinking and feeling after seeing her gazing at Karen's breasts during dinner. With all the wine and now the sexy movie he was sure both women were probably feeling a little heated up.

The two women sat quietly, viewing the movie, sipping their wine. Charlotte was beginning to feel rather flushed between the wine and her thoughts of Alex and Karen's sex life. She kept glancing over at Karen, at her face and her breasts. Then her attention was caught by a scene in the movie where Lady Chatterley was being bathed by the maid. The maid's soft hands were caressing the Lady's wet, luscious breasts. The Lady was a bit surprised but went with it and it turned into a delightfully naughty experience for the Lady. Charlotte's mind drifted, imagining playing with Karen's large tits. She noticed the brunette's breath had deepened as her breasts gently rose and fell. And damn, those nipples were practically popping through the thin material of her tee shirt! She suddenly realized how wet she was getting just thinking about sucking Karen's tits. The movie progressed and the Lady found herself at the gardener's cottage…which segued into a torrid scene of fucking. Both women were breathing a little faster now, perhaps fantasizing of being taken fast and hard. They sipped their wine and remained quiet, each lost in their own horny thoughts.

Charlotte got up to go use the bathroom and when she came back she noticed Karen's fingers stroking across her nipples. Karen quickly dropped her hand but the blush in her cheeks did not go unnoticed by Charlotte.

"Feeling a little aroused, are you?" she softly chuckled as she sat by Karen.

"Well, with a movie like this, it's hard not to be turned on!" Karen laughed and looked at Charlotte. Her neighbor turned and tucked her leg under her as she faced Karen.

"You know, Bob is away so much with his job. I get lonely and miss him. But I met this woman at a dinner party one night and she was something else. Her name is Lindsey. We just clicked and we talked all evening. She has a commanding but soft presence, it's hard to describe. But we've become fast friends. Sometimes we go out when Bob is out of town; go to dinner, movies, things like that. Once we went to a classical concert and that was great. It was my first time to attend a performance by the symphony. In fact, she's introduced me to many things I hadn't experienced before." Charlotte paused to take a drink of her wine. Karen was intently watching her neighbor's face and noticed the easy way the tip of her tongue slid along her full lips. Such an innocent little action yet sensuous, and Karen squirmed a little, thinking of her Master's tongue on her pussy earlier in the day.

Alex could hear Charlotte's quiet voice but could not tell what was being said. He was intrigued and found it difficult to continue playing his computer game. He shut it off and just surfed various web sites, at first just glancing at news articles, but then was drawn to view a few erotic sites he and his sub liked to share. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him and he went back to the doorway of the TV room and listened to Charlotte's story of her girlfriend. His cock twitched and grew as he imagined his lovely sub playing with Charlotte as he listened to her warm, sexy voice.

"After several months she invited me to come to her house for dinner. Bob was out of town and I really didn't want to be alone so I was looking forward to spending the evening with her." A sly grin crossed Charlotte's lovely lips as she continued, "She's an excellent cook! She's accomplished at a lot of things, actually," she giggled feeling the wine loosening her inhibitions as she fed on the keen interest in Karen's eyes. "After we ate we relaxed in her hot tub. It seemed like a spontaneous decision but now I know she kind of set me up. I hadn't brought a bathing suit and I didn't want to end up with soggy underwear so of course she suggested we sit in the nude. After all, we were both women, what could be the harm? It was kind of embarrassing for me, though. But once in the water, as we drank wine and talked, I began to relax. At one point we fell quiet and I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the edge of the tub. After a few minutes I heard a whisper, felt a breath, right against my ear, 'You have such a lovely body. You won't mind if I touch you, will you.'"

Karen was transfixed, feeling horny from the movie, feeling the wine warm her body, listening to Charlotte's hot little tale. She was quite pleasantly surprised hearing this from her quiet little neighbor from across the street. But they were feeling tipsy and certainly less inhibited. From their dinner get-togethers in the past Charlotte always became very talkative after having several glasses of wine. But Karen would not have guessed the fairly conservative woman to be so adventurous. Karen held her glass of wine in one hand while her other hand seemed to rise of its own volition and her fingers softly stroked her nipples. She was naturally reacting to Charlotte's words, imagining being in her place and feeling this woman touch her. She broke eye contact and let her hand rest back in her lap, feeling sheepish; surely Charlotte had noticed her touching herself! But the petite blonde continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"It was more of a statement than a question because when I raised my head and looked at her she smiled and softly kissed me as her fingers brushed across my nipples. I was shocked but I didn't turn my head away, I didn't want to. Part of my mind was telling me to slide away from her and I even said something like 'I'm not sure this is right', or something silly like that. But my body was instantly responding and the other part of my mind was telling me, 'Oh yes, I want to feel her touch!' I just sat there, stiff and embarrassed but not objecting in any way. She kissed me more deeply, but slowly, and her hand cupped my breast and gently squeezed. I have to admit it felt so good as her hand continued to play with my tits while we kissed. I unconsciously arched my back, wanting more. Thoughts of Lindsey sucking my breasts and biting my nipples were racing around my head. I felt so naughty but couldn't resist her. I began to kiss her back, thinking how wonderful her mouth was on mine. I suddenly thought of Bob and how he had never kissed me that way. Mind you, he's a great kisser, and a satisfying, if conventional lover. But it wasn't the same. Guilt nagged at the back of my mind but I just couldn't stop it. I wanted it, I wanted her!" Charlotte realized she and Karen were both slightly leaning forward, closer to each other, and she eased back to take a drink of her wine and reached for the wine bottle to refill both of their glasses.




Denial Ch. 06



"I've never been with a woman before. I'll bet everything feels different, the kissing, the caresses, the style of playing and making love. I've thought about it but there's never been an opportunity for anything like that to happen." Karen laughed softly, "Maybe I've never actually let myself be put in a situation for that kind of encounter to take place."

"Well, when I went to Lindsey's house I wasn't exactly thinking 'I think I'll fuck my girlfriend tonight!'" The women chuckled but they both felt the wetness in their crotches and the tingling in their breasts at the very idea of making love with another female.

"So, what happened?" Karen whispered, encouraging Charlotte to continue.

"Well, she fucked me!" They both erupted into loud laughter and nearly spilled their wine. As they caught their breaths Charlotte grinned at her friend. "Hmm…you're very turned on now, aren't you, Karen?" She smiled softly as the brunette shyly looked away. "I have a confession to make. You're breasts are so beautiful I would love to see them naked. I like watching you brushing her fingers across your nipples. It's not hard to see that you enjoy having your tits played with."

"Yes," Karen whispered still unable to look her neighbor in the eyes. She softly cleared her throat. "Please, tell me what happened with your girlfriend."

"I'll continue only if you do me a favor," she paused as Karen glanced up at her questioningly. "Please take your shirt off and let me see your breasts." Karen was surprised by the request but also by her unexpected willingness to do so. She hesitated for a moment but set her glass down and slowly pulled her tee shirt up and over her head, letting it fall behind her on the arm of the couch. She felt embarrassed by the desire on Charlotte's face, yet, flattered as well. "Hmmm…beautiful," the blonde sighed. She took a slow breath, a long drink of her wine, and picked up on her story.

"Lindsey pulled away from me, stared me right in my eyes and pinched my nipple so hard. I felt it all the way down to my pussy! I had to force myself not to break eye contact as she squeezed and pulled one nipple, then the other. It felt incredible, her fingers roughly teasing my buds, the bubbling water gently massaging my tits. Then she slowly lowered her head toward my breasts and she lifted one with her hand and gently sucked my nipple. God, it was heavenly! She leaned against me and I sat up straighter so my breasts were above the water without her having to hold them up and she sucked on them, back and forth, taking her time on each one. She lifted her face and softly told me to play with her tits as she played with mine. I couldn't believe I was doing it but I reached up and cupped one of her soft, little breasts in my hand and began to massage it. Lindsey's tits were so soft and it was quite a thrill for me to be touching her while she sucked on me." A smile played on the corners of Charlotte's lips as she noticed Karen's fingers back at her own breasts, circling and gently flicking across her bare nipples.

"I felt Lindsey's hand gliding down my abdomen, her fingers swirling across my skin, then finally pressing against my mound. I couldn't help myself, my legs just separated for her and, oh…her fingers stroked my pussy lips so sweetly. My entire body was a bundle of nerves, trembling, aching, needing her to touch me. Finally she suggested that we go back into the house so we got out and dried off a little and she led me to her bedroom. She gently pushed me on the bed and lay down next to me. She caressed my face, stroked my breasts, and soon her hand was between my legs. She whispered about how she had been wanting me for so long and that she knew I wanted it, too. She had just been waiting for the right moment and she was pleased with my reaction. She emphasized the word 'pleased' as if she knew her approval would encourage me. It's kind of silly, but I was very much encouraged and was excited to please her even more. I was kind of scared but I wanted to give her anything she asked.

"She leaned down and sucked my tits again, all the while stroking my pussy lips. I wanted to feel her fingers separate my lips and play with my pussy even more and I squirmed my hips up. She told me to be a good girl and hold still, that bad girls get spanked if they didn't behave. You can't imagine the chilling excitement her words gave me. I haven't been spanked since I was a little girl but the thought of being spanked by Lindsey made me shiver and I wondered what it would feel like. I was surprised by my body's reaction, feeling the juices from my pussy seeping out, even feeling the wetness dripping between my ass cheeks! She laughed softly and said 'The thought of being spanked excites you, doesn't it Charlotte'. She pinched my pussy lips and I couldn't help but moan and lift my hips up. Her voice was so smooth and soothing; her fingers were driving me crazy! She said, 'Ask me, ask me to spank you now.'"

Karen was caressing and pinching her nipples completely absorbed in Charlotte's sexy story. She could imagine everything Charlotte was describing happening to herself, having experienced it with her Master. She had fantasized submitting to a Domme, and sometimes being the Domme and taking a submissive. Her Master had been especially amused with her fantasies of dominating another woman. Karen felt her pussy twitch at the thought of taking control of Charlotte.

"I couldn't bring myself to ask her to spank me. I was afraid of the pain and embarrassment, and reluctant of being out of control and giving in to her. Well, I suppose I was nervous giving in to my own desires thinking I was such a slut for even considering being spanked and touched by this woman. But the truth was that I did want it. She kissed me then moved her mouth to my ear and kissed it, licked it, and I could feel her breath on me, little excited flutters in my ear. 'Does my girl think she's too good for a spanking?' she cooed in my ear. I whimpered as she pinched and twisted my nipple, the heel of her other hand grinding against my cunt. I pushed my hips up again and moaned and she abruptly pulled away from me. The immediate loss of her body heat against me unnerved me and I whispered, no! She goaded me a bit saying, 'Then beg me for it. You know you want your sweet ass spanked. Squirming, naughty girls like you deserve to be punished. Think of each slap to your soft cheeks, stinging your flesh, the sensations jolting deep in your cunt. Ask me,' she commanded me. I felt helpless to resist. 'Oh yes, please, please spank my ass,' I begged her. I was practically in tears! Part of me wanted to run away but I was held there by my desire to give in. I needed to give in to her. Although I have to admit I couldn't understand why being spanked turned me on so much!

"She sat up on the bed with her back against the pillows resting against the headboard and told me to lie across her thighs. I was so anxious and excited I was literally shaking as I moved over her and settled across her legs. Then the first slap came and it surprised me but it didn't really hurt. Then another loud slap, then another. I realized she was spanking me harder and harder, not missing a spot on my ass. It really did begin to hurt and I was crying and instinctively reached my hands back to protect myself. I was begging her to stop. She did but she told me to get up and go to her dresser and open the bottom drawer. I was sobbing and shaking, having second thoughts about staying and thinking I should just leave. But for some reason I couldn't deny her. Or maybe it was that I couldn't deny my self, my need. When I opened that drawer I nearly fell over. Lindsey had all kinds of different sex toys, bondage equipment, a paddle, a flogger, a couple of crops and I just froze wondering what in the hell I was getting into. I mean, I'd certainly seen these things on the internet and once when I was brave enough to go into an adult store with Bob. But even though thoughts of kinky sex seemed exciting, that was only in my imagination, you know?" Charlotte shivered and took a deep breath remembering the fascination she felt yet feeling shocked at the reality of the things people were into. And one of those people was Lindsey! The little blonde recalled the embarrassment of seeing those items in the drawer, being appalled yet wondering what it would be like to let this woman use her in such nasty ways.

"Karen, I submitted to her that night and even though I was scared to death and loved every minute of it. I was so embarrassed by what she did to me and had me do to her but I couldn't get enough of it, either. After we finally settled down in her bed, with her spooning up against my body, and began to drift to sleep I cried. I felt confused but thrilled with what I had experienced. I felt so guilty about Bob, wondering if I would be able to enjoy our plain, old missionary lovemaking after what Lindsey had shown me. I was a submissive slut, helpless to say no to her, fighting it a little but giving in, in the end. It was not only physically sensational but emotionally satisfying as well." Charlotte sighed and took a long drink of her wine, almost finishing her nearly full glass. "I have submitted to her since that night. I can't seem to help myself. Whenever Bob is out of town I call Lindsey and I end up at her house, kneeling before her and giving her pleasure in whatever way she chooses. And God, does she ever give me pleasure. Whether she allows me to come or not, it's all so damn good." 

Charlotte noticed Karen's glass was empty, sitting on the table next to the couch. The buxom brunette's hand was playing with her large, round breasts. She leaned close to Karen and kissed her and was pleasantly surprised by the enthusiasm of Karen's kissing back. Their tongues gracefully played within the hot moistness of their mouths. "Oh, please," Charlotte whispered, "may I suck on your tits?"

Karen simply leaned back and pushed her breasts up, offering them up to her neighbor. She groaned loudly as she felt Charlotte's mouth pull one of her nipples in, taking the whole areola as well, and sucking hungrily. The movie had long ended and there was only the sound of Charlotte's soft whimpers as she enjoyed both voluptuous breasts as Karen held them tightly pressed together. Alex had stood in the hallway the entire time, listening to Charlotte and stroking his cock until he came, the milky fluid squirting out and onto the floor at his feet. He thought about Karen's pussy, how wet and aching she must be. He left his cock hanging out of his pants and silently walked back to the doorway of his office.

"Karen!" Alex called loudly, the tone of his voice curt and demanding. Karen jerked away from Charlotte and stared at her, suddenly remembering that she had seen Alex just outside of the TV room and knew he must have heard their neighbor's sexy confession of her submission to Lindsey. She quickly got up but as she entered the hallway he raised his hand signaling her to stop. She gazed down at his crotch and saw his cock still partially erect then noticed him pointing at the floor where she stood. She looked down and saw a dark spot on the hardwood floor and blushed immediately knowing it was his cum. "Wipe that up with your fingers and suck them clean, right now."

Karen looked back over her shoulder worried what Charlotte might see or think. Yet when she looked back at her Master she obediently went to her knees and dipped her fingers in his cum. There was no expression on his face as she raised her fingers to her mouth and began to lick them. She scooped up more cum on her fingertips and sucked them, all the while watching her Master's face. Finally she leaned her face down to the floor and licked up the last bit of his juice from the hardwood. He took a deep breath feeling his heart racing as he watched his lovely sub perform such a submissive act. His heart melted with the love he felt for her.

"Karen, come here," he whispered. She slowly stood and went to him and he embraced her in his strong arms. She laid her head on his chest and could hear his rapid heartbeat, feeling so happy to have pleased him. She had been a little worried that he might be disappointed in her for letting Charlotte play with her breasts. His warm hug comforted her. "You two have been having a little fun mischief, haven't you?"

"Yes," she whispered and clung tightly to him.

"Invite Charlotte to our bedroom. I think it would be nice to enjoy ourselves by a nice, warm fire tonight." Alex kissed the top of her head and released her. "Wait for me in the proper position. I want you to understand that while I find Charlotte attractive I don't have an interest in her for myself. From her actions this evening I'm sure she will have no problem submitting to you, though. Tonight I'm going to allow you to dominate and use her. When I join you in the bedroom I expect you will have her in a position of respect, for you. It's your night, baby. I love you." He softly kissed her then went to the kitchen. As he poured himself a scotch on ice he smiled. They had fantasized about being with another woman and it was going to be interesting watching his sub take control. 




Denial Ch. 06



I began to see that this was really an asylum. I leaned back on Maxine's legs, and could feel her sexual excitement.

Trump spoke up again. "Tart now has her daughter back with her -- our daughter really -- because the doctor still thinks she's missing. One thing we like to do is send him video tapes with footage of how I have turned Tart on to gang-fucks, and all. She has been fucked more than 100 different men from different clubs, and has had about three dozen women. We use her as currency to other clubs in exchange for dope or a specially nice bike. "No limits," we say about her. "she's a slave, and she'll do anything with anyone." I want to get her started into sucking and fucking animals now, and sell the videos. There's a lot of money in that. I'm training her to be my full toilet when I want her to."

Dr. Gruen spoke to Tart, "Would you leave now if you could."

Tart shook her head in reply, and bent to kiss his boots.

Maxine took hold of my shoulder as I sat there.

The next couple consisted of a very professional looking woman sitting in the chair. Yvette was very handsome, and efficient looking, long and thin. Dressed in a very expensive woman's business suit. At least 50 years old, despite the icy cold downcurl at the corners of her mouth, she still was very appealing with nice features and reddish brown hair. At her feet sat Yale, her husband who was at least half her age. He looked like the model Steven should have been. Blond, strapping, tanned and attractive, Yale was probably about 23 years old.

Dr. Gruen introduced them and told Yvette to tell her story.

"Very much like Shoshana, I realized when I met Yale two years ago that a catch like this will slip through my fingertips and that he will fall prey to another woman's control. After all, I'm 55, and he's 21, and in 15 years, I'll be almost 70, and he'll be only 36. I want him to be with me for the rest of my life.

"I have my own company, and a lot of money. I told Yale that I loved him and that I wanted him to be my husband, but, just like Shoshana, I really wouldn't be able to accept that he could just run off, cheat on me or that someone would steal him. I had to do something, so I came to Dr. Gruen."

"And what happened," said the Dr.

"I told him that I wouldn't live forever, and that when I did go, he would inherit it all: my company, my property and my fortune. As he had no prospects, he listened. I told him that I valued loyalty, and that he would have to be totally obedient to me at all times. Before we got married, I had him drugged, and brought in a pair of gay men to set up a blackmail photo with them. If he ever disobeyed me, I would have good evidence for a divorce, in which case, he'd get nothing. He would also never have to work another day of his life if we remained married.

"After we got married, with Dr. Gruen's advice, I began to solidify my hold on him in a way not unlike what Shoshana has done, only I love how Yale looks, and don't find it a threat. However, I only like sex very rarely, and wanted to take away Yale's temptation to fulfill his desires elsewhere." She then turned to Yale. "Get up and take off your clothing to show what we've done to you."

Yale quickly stood up and zipped down the jump suit he was wearing. When he was nude, the effects were unreal.

First the piercings. From his nipples hung two thick rings the size of silver dollars. They were the same color as the thick metal collar around his neck. Moving further down, through his navel was another silver-dollar-sized ring. This was all matched by two same-sized rings, one through his foreskin, the other through his balls.

Yvette reached up and put her finger through the one in Yale's bellybutton. "He especially hates this one. All of them are made of a special alloy which my company makes and requires industrial equipment to cut through, and is especially heat conducive. This means that he would have to be placed on a special industrial sized cutting saw to get the rings off, and if high heat was used on them, the high heat would transfer right to his body, probably killing him. In short, these rings are on him for good, and they are especially effective, as the one in his penis makes it impossible for him to enter someone, because it has a serrated, razor sharp edge. Anyone who fucks or sucks him will get torn up for the efforts. There's one more ring, which I'll get to later.

"Now the other marks: Yale, honey, turn around please." Yale turned around, and on his ass and thighs were branded the letters "Y" and "V" Yvette explained. "As an anniversary of every year we are together, I will brand a new letter from my name on his ass, and then the word 'slave' one letter at a time. Then I will start on the other cheek of his ass."

Dr. Gruen interrupted. "Yvette, show them the other ring now."

Yvette nodded to Yale who got down on his hands and knees, raised his ass in the air, and we saw it. He had a silver dollar sized ring through this perineum, coming out of his anus.

Yale said very softly, "Please don't hurt me Yvette."

She touched Yale reassuringly. "I won't. I promise."

As she said this, Yvette gestured to Shoshana, and pointed at the ring. Shoshana tip-toe over to the kneeling Yale, hooked her index finger through the anal ring and at Yvette's signal, yanked. Yale screamed. There was silence in the room, until Yvette signaled for Yale to get back into line.

Dr. Gruen turned to us.

"Very effective. Now it is time to hear from our new people. Maxine will speak for the couple. Maxine."

Maxine leaned forward and put her hand on my shoulder. "My name is Maxine, I'm a kindergarten teacher, and this is Franklyn. We are here because my husband is becoming impotent. The only stimulation he is reacting to now is the smell from my ass."

I couldn't believe she was humiliating me this way. But none of the other people in the room seemed even slightly surprised. Maxine continued. "He is jealous of any attention I receive from other men, but as he can't perform except when exposed to that smell, if I did have lovers, which I don't, he really shouldn't have anything to say about it..."

I interrupted her "Maxine, it's not fair . . ."

"SILENCE," yelled the normally reserved and even tempered Dr. Gruen. "Everyone will get his turn to speak. Your wife is talking now."

"As I was saying, we came here to Dr. Gruen to get help in trying to make my husband an adequate lover. He himself had realized that he had a problem, so he suggested that he be locked in the cock cage, and thus allowed me control over his erections. This worked, but my husband got unreasonably jealous, so we came to Dr. Gruen, who gave us some Sensitivity Exercises to help discover that Franklyn does indeed have a problem."

Maxine and Dr. Gruen then reviewed what had become "my" case for the group. I was beyond mortification, as they talked about me like a misbehaving house pet. When they were done with the review, Dr. Gruen threw open the floor to further suggestions. I got a rush of fear running through me as the masters spoke.

Meredith told Maxine "If he has trouble getting hard for sex, why not have Dr. Rekvyk put in a permanent penis implant which would make him erect at all times. While this would stop him from ever having an ejaculation, at least he would be doing his husbandly duty."

Dr. Gruen piped up. "You might consider it, Maxine. At the very least a visit to Dr. Rekvyk might be in order."

As if she were receiving recipe suggestions, Maxine nodded and took it all in.

Shoshana leaned forward in the seat. "This cock cage business is nonsense. His cock must be allowed freedom to breathe." I felt I had an allie until she added. "For the best conditioning, your husband should be brutally tortured when he doesn't respond to you sexually. He will come to associate non-response with pain. Keep this up until you get a positive response. What could work better?"

Yvette then raised her hand. "You know how I feel about sex, so to keep him faithful, I would just have his cock and balls removed totally, and tie him up to tubes." She shrugged and the whole group chuckled.

Meredith then came upon another idea. "I want Martin focused only on me. When I'm in a room, I want his full attention, so I've devised the cigarette test. If he is in the vicinity, he must light each of my cigarettes, no matter what the circumstance. For this reason, it becomes a race. I take out the cigarette and slowly bring it to my lips, I then reach for my lighter. If I beat him to the light, he's severely punished. If we're at a party, and someone else beats him to the light, he's severely punished. You wouldn't believe how fast he is with the light. I also do this with drinks. He is the one who must refill my drinks. If a busboy beats him to it, he has hell to pay."

Dr. Gruen interrupted. "Any of the men have any ideas?"

Trump piped up. "I would just trade him around some real heavy Tops until he get the idea that he would continue to be a punk unless he did respond."

Vinny added. "Why not just pick out some studs who can satisfy you, and make him watch and learn."

Just then, Dr. Gruen clapped her hands. "That's all for this week. Same time next week, thank you."

The group broke up, and Dr. Gruen asked us to stay behind. "Perhaps your impotence is physical. I will make you an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk. She would examine you and we'd know for sure."

I was petrified, but had no choice as Maxine nodded her head in agreement.

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 07



Dr. Gruen scheduled us for an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk two days later. That night, I wanted to talk, but Maxine said she was too tired, and said that we would talk about it the next day. She fell asleep.

The next day, I pressed Maxine for us to have a discussion about the therapy session and group meeting. All day, she kept changing the subject, until I finally led her over to the sofa, sat her down and furrowed my brow.

"We have to talk." I said.

"What about?" Maxine answered.

"What about? The therapy session last night and that group meeting. You and Dr. Gruen treated me as if I were your slave. Just like those five pathetic characters in the group."

Maxine crossed her arms and just glared at me. "Watch what you say about Dr. Gruen. She's helped us a lot, and she's going to continue to. And about the session and the group, Dr. Gruen asked me not to discuss it with you."

In an effort to ignore me, she picked up a magazine and started reading it, which infuriated me. I began yelling. "You humiliated me in that session. Those people were literal slaves, allowing themselves to be deformed and physically damaged."

"We have the appointment with Dr. Rekvyk tomorrow for our examinations. That's all I'm allowed to discuss with you now." She smiled at me slightly.

"Well I don't think I'll go."

Maxine's expression suddenly turned to one of hurt. "You want our marriage to work, don't you?" She pouted.

I finally looked away, but I could feel her hurt eyes glaring a hole right through my head. What was this control she had over me. "Don't you see how I feel. I have no control over my life anymore. You've changed everything."

"It was you who wanted me to change. You also agreed to the cock cage and all of the restrictions it implied. Dr. Gruen is simply channeling this concept into a lifestyle we can each live with."

"But I already feel like a slave. Like Martin, who had one of his balls cut off. Or Stan, who's been disfigured. And you want me to go to that Dr. Rekvyk?"

Her voice softened as she took my hand. "Do you think I'd let anything like that happen to you? All this exam is for us to see that your impotence is not something physical."

Her new job was yet another issue I had no say about. While our day-to-day lives were still unchanged, I felt that the turn our sex-lives had taken would soon affect everything. It was going to become harder and harder to define the line between them.

I had to agree not to disagree with Maxine until our next session with Dr. Gruen. But for now, I was just concerned with Dr. Rekvyk. When Saturday morning came, we got in the car and drove into an exclusive area of the suburbs, to a very large Victorian house. There were no signs that it was a Doctor's office.

We approached the front door, and rang the bell. In a moment a gaunt young man dressed in what looked to be pajamas answered the door, looked down and asked us sheepishly how he could help us. Maxine did the talking, and when we told him we had an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk, he led us into the house, through a winding room, and into an elegant waiting area. There were cakes and coffee, wine, tea and soft drinks, and the room was empty.

In a moment, a short, slender, but solidly built young nurse quickly stepped into the room with a folder under her arm. "Mrs. Vale. I'm Nurse Colari." She did not even glance at me the entire time she was in the room. "The Doctor will be with you in a moment, but in the meantime, only you are permitted to wait in the Master Waiting Area. Dr. Rekvyk is very strict on this segregation, as the environment here only inflames and needlessly frustrates some patients. I'll lead him to where he belongs."

I looked at Maxine, who just shrugged. "It'll be okay honey."

Nurse Colari then just looked away while Maxine told me to go with her. The nurse then took off into a different part of the room, and out a door, leading me away. We walked around to a nearby room, of which she opened the door to let me in. "You'll wait here until the Doctor sends for you."

The room was very depressing, and indeed a change from the room where Maxine was waiting. It was tiny, grey, dirty and windowless with a tiny child's chair in the center of the room. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling. Around the chair were stacked up plastic bags of garbage, and old boxes with junk in them. There was the smell of institutional disinfectant all around, and I realized that there was no ventilation at all. It was July, and the stench was becoming nauseating.

I sat there for what seemed to be forever, and soon I discovered that the door locked from the inside, and that I couldn't get out. I tried the door handle a few times.

Finally, after an eternity, I heard two pairs of heels clicking in the hallway, and the door being opened.

"Mr. Vale," one of them said. "Dr. Gruen gave us specific instructions on your examination. Please remove all of your clothing." The nurses then stepped back and waited. When I was done, they moved toward me and, before I could react, one had thrown a loose hood over my head while the other pinioned my arms back, cuffing my elbows in soft restraints. "Everything will be alright, Mr. Vale."

One on the nurses then put a rope lead around my neck and began gently but firmly pulling me quickly with her through the maze of hallways. I began to stumble, but she kept pulling, causing me to scramble to my feet. After a long walk, I was led into a room which was quite cool from powerful air-conditioning. The nurse who led me here leaned close to me and said firmly, "Don't make a sound or move at all."

All I could hear was two female voices from a good distance away. When I shifted my bare feet, and coughed, I heard an echo and reverberation, and realized that the room must be immense. I then recognized one of the voices as Maxine. She and the other woman were laughing, and then I heard them approach.

I could make out Maxine's steps, but the other was different. It was the slow, yet authorative click of very high heels. Then the woman attached to those shoes approached very close and said "So, this is him?" Dr. Rekvyk's voice was very young, but authoritative.

Maxine answered. "This is him, Regina. Franklyn, this is Dr. Rekvyk. Say hello."

I was shaking. "Hello, Dr. Rekvyk."

There was silence as I heard her move near to me. I could sense that she was slightly taller than I, and even through the hood, I could smell the sensual scent she was wearing.

"Your wife and Dr. Gruen have been telling me all about you Franklyn, and your attempts at sexual activity with your wife. She is being left sexually unsatisfied, and together we're going to try and solve this, right?"

I nodded my head, and Dr. Rekvyk began walking around me. She startled me as she fingered my balls and cock, through the cock cage. They both helped me up onto a soft table, which was probably an examination table, and positioned me on my knees.

"This will have to go. Before you leave today." Dr. Rekvyk said, fingering my organs.

I began to panic. "Maxine, what are they going to do to me. Please don't let them cut my balls. . ."

Dr. Rekvyk began to laugh. She spread my ass cheeks with one hand. "Where do you get such ideas."

"From Martin." I answered.

"You don't know the whole story. Do you know, for instance, that Martin agreed to his surgery. I would never do such surgery unless I had both parties consent."

"Did Tart agree to having her vocal chords cut?"

"She's a special case," Dr. Rekvyk answered. "Tart is a real slave, and her owner was just making some minor modifications." She paused for a moment. "But you're not a real slave, are you Franklyn?"

She laughed mockingly and said to Maxine, "Well, now we know what YOU'RE afraid of. Get him lower, please."

Maxine leaned close and said softly, "Get lower honey." Then she gently pushed my head and chest lower, while the Doctor was pulling my knees apart. Maxine then took me by the wrists and held my hands high, which forced my face into the soft table top. She affectionately and reassuradly stroked my hooded head, while at the same time almost pushing it into the table.

The Doctor examined my behind for a moment. "Do you ever whip him?"

"Very rarely." Maxine answered, giving my neck a warm squeeze.

"Well," and Maxine began moving behind me with Dr. Rekvyk. I felt the Doctor's fingers tracing a line just below the crease of my ass, on the highest point of the thighs. "Feel this skin, how soft." Maxine's fingers joined the Doctor's. "Any whipping right there, especially with an old English cane or a riding crop, will cause him indescribable pain. Just keep on hitting right on the crease. If you keep it up long enough, the crease will break. Once you've weakened a crease in the skin, you can break it open anytime you'd like with just a few sharp cracks because it never really heals."

The fingers stopped, but the Doctor was still behind me. Then I heard her walk around to my side, and Maxine followed. I heard the leisurely click of heels and the Doctor and Maxine were now in front of me. I suddenly felt the Doctor's expert hands on my face. Firmly she began feeling through the cloth hood for my cheeks, and then my nose. "I once performed an operation to build up a man's nose to the size of an erect penis. It was graft upon graft of his skin around an implant. The wife got tired of him, and the slave was then sold for three times his original price." The Doctor continued feeling my nose, and could feel me trembling. "Ah, he's scared." Then to me, "Your nose is much too small to do that operation. Besides, you're not a real slave, and any improvements on you will only be done with your approval, so stop worrying."

The doctor then reached under me and took hold of one of my nipples. She began to squeeze it gently. "Piercing these would allow you to hang weights from the nipples, and you could even rip them open with no real damage. One woman, an especially stern one from Equador brought me one of her husband's political prisoners. He had been given to her as a gift from her husband. She asked if I could develop a piercing which would hold her slave suspended by his nipples. I had a saucer-shaped metal plate surgically implanted behind his nipples. If he got too heavy, or if his owner pulled him too vigorously, the plates would rip his entire chest away. The object is always to make the slave obey out of fear of the consequences." Dr. Rekvyk was intensifying her squeezing of my nipples, and switched to the other one for a few minutes. "He has marvelous nipples, Maxine. Look how big. Piercing would not only look attractive, but it reinforces his submissiveness and fidelity."

Maxine was again stroking my head. "Let me think on it, Regina" Doctor Rekvyk said nothing.

Now, they both moved behind me again, and Dr. Rekvyk was examining my anus. She stopped for a moment and I heard her rummaging through a tray of medical instruments. "Hold his arms up again, Maxine." And she pulled my arms up and back, and my face was again pressed into the table. Maxine stroked my neck gently.

Dr. Rekvyk began separating my cheeks with one hand while I heard the clink of metal in another. "Now, relax." And suddenly, I felt something cold and metal being worked into my ass. I started yelling. The Doctor sounded annoyed. "It's just a speculum. I'm not hurting you. Don't move." But the discomfort was too great, and I began moving around.

Dr. Rekvyk stopped for a moment, "Why is he so nervous?"

Maxine leaned close to my hood, and sounded like she was controlling her anger. "Please, honey. You're embarrassing me!" and she pulled my arms back almost beyond perpendicular to my body.

I was sobbing now, and the Doctor's voice got even colder than before. "Stop crying unless you want to find out what real pain is."

I stopped moving around and the Doctor began to examine my rectum, in the way a dentist would examine a mouth. "The possibilities here are endless. A wealthy Japanese woman had me totally seal her husband's anus, and have him hooked to a colostomy bag with tubes. Why? His flatulence annoyed her. A gay master came to me and had his slave's mouth totally sealed shut, and his anus stretched apart to the diameter of an apple. This way, the slave could provide no sexual satisfaction to anyone else at all. A unique arrangement."

This was a nightmare. There was no end to the Doctor's horror stories.

Dr. Rekvyk continued her examination of my anus and further in. "I have something I'd like to try. It may work. If it does we will know that his problem is mental, not physical. Then his training can continue. If it is physical, then I have many options, both standard and very creative at your disposal to deal with his impotence."

The Dr. walked away for a moment, then I heard her wheeling a cart back with her. Maxine was stroking my head the whole time. She whispered, "Please calm down. Everything is okay."

Dr. Rekvyk pulled on my cock cage. "Maxine, do you have the key for this thing." I heard Maxine take the key off from around her neck, and hand it across to Dr. Rekvyk, who proceeded to roughly remove the cock cage. Then, without warning, a hypodermic needle was injected into my groin.

"The anesthetic will take a few minutes." Dr. Rekvyk said to Maxine. I didn't feel anything special, and I heard Maxine light a cigarette, and the two stepped away for a moment, as I struggled to maintain my position with my ass up in the air. I tried to listen to Maxine and the Doctor.

"You see, if he were an official slave, Maxine, then you could do anything you wanted. You would both be very pleased at the results."

"This is all so new to me." Maxine answered.

"Well, let's first see if his potency problem is physical."

In a few minutes, Maxine and the Dr. walked back to me. I heard the Dr. walk around to my back, and Maxine take my head again to stroke it. I heard the clinking of the Dr.'s medical instrument, then the weirdest sensation I've ever felt. I could feel myself being tugged from somewhere in my groin area, but couldn't focus on what was being tugged.

"Do you feel that, Franklyn?" the Dr. asked.

"I feel I'm being moved around, like being pulled, but from where?"

"I've anestheticized your penis and testicles. I'm stroking you now. Do you feel it."

I couldn't feel anything. I was scared. "No," I said.

"Let me test to make sure." Dr. Rekvyk said. She was signaling something to Maxine, and a moment later, I smelled the cigarette being passed from my wife to the Dr. Then I felt a slight tingling. "What does that feel like, Franklyn."

"A kind of tingling." I answered.

"Good. I can start. I am going to use electro-shock on your prostrate gland. This never fails to stimulate an erection in physically healthy men. If you get an erection, there is nothing physically wrong, and you will have to step up your treatments by Dr. Gruen. If you fail to get an erection, I will have to deal with your problem medically. I've anesthestized your genetalia, so you won't respond to any physical stimulation. In order to get your mind off of sexual things, so you will not be able to give yourself an erection mentally, I am putting a burning salve in your mouth, which will distract you and give you some discomfort. If it stays in your mouth much longer than ten minutes, there could be permenant skin damage. And don't swallow it either."

As Maxine held my hands high, Dr. Rekvyk lifted my hood slightly, and squirted a tube of salve into my opened mouth. It was a warm jelly, and began to get all over my gums, tongue and the roof of my mouth.

"Don't try to spit it out. Okay now, just let your mind and body go."

Very quickly, Dr. Rekvyk spread my anus with two fingers and began pushing a probe into my ass. I could feel it, then suddenly, I couldn't feel it. The area it reached was anesthicized.

But then my mouth felt on fire. "Oh, Please," I screamed. "Make the pain stop."

Dr. Rekvyk and Maxine were ignoring my screams. The doctor continued to work the probe deeper. "The purpose of this examination is to see if electrical prostate stimulation gives him a full erection. Let's watch and see."

I was crying now because the salve burned like a match. Then my entire body gave a jolt. I began to collapse onto my side, and Maxine just gripped my hands higher, keeping me up.

"I even feel it, Doctor. All of that current is going into his bowels?" Maxine asked.

"Ah! Look! See there? He is getting hard."

I could barely hear them, as even the mild current was making my teeth chatter.

"His problem isn't physical at all. There is a psychological block to his potency." Dr. Rekvyk stopped the voltage, and began to remove the probe. "Here, have him wash his mouth out with this. It will stop the burning."

Maxine eased me up onto my knees, and fed me a liquid from a paper cup. "Are you okay honey?" I nodded my head, and almost immediately, my mouth began to feel better.

I was livid. I had been tortured to find out that my "problem" was not physical. "You bitch! You call yourself a doctor?? You're nuts!"

Suddenly all was quiet. Maxine had let go of my head, and whispered to me, "That's very, very rude, Franklyn. (then to Dr. Rekvyk) "I'm sorry, Regina. He never takes doctors very well."

I heard the clinking of the medical tray, then Dr. Rekvyk breathed an exhausted breathe. "Well, everyone is entitled to their opinions, Franklyn."

"No, Regina, I'm very sorry. I thought he cared more about me than that. Franklyn, I'm very angry at you."

Dr. Rekvyk tried to calm Maxine. "Forget about it, Maxine. What are you going to do, punish him like a child."

I knew what the Dr. was doing. She was planting the idea in Maxine's head, knowing that her sadistic impulses would indeed be stimulated by my getting punished. In a moment, I was proved right. I heard Maxine breathing heavily, and in a weak voice. "Do you know of any suitable punishments?"

In all innocence, the Dr. said, "I can probably think of one, if you'd like."

Maxine, now almost strangely embarrassed to be openly admitting that she was agreeing to my punishment, said "Do whatever you think is appropriate, Regina."

Dr. Rekvyk then moved to her tray, and I heard a lid being removed, then replaced and a metal instrument being picked up. "Hold his arms straight up." She held them tightly. Now I was getting worried, as I heard more preparations being done. Maxine cleared her throat and said clearly. "I'm sorry honey, but what you did was awful."

I felt something probing my anus again, then the sensation stopped.

"What was on that cotton ball, Regina?" Maxine said with curiosity.

"Vicks VapoRub and another solution. I inserted it to fit snuggly over his prostate. When the anesthetic wears off, he will be in constant, high-intensity pain until it is flushed out with this fluid." I heard her hand something to Maxine. "Just put it one-to-six in an ice-cold enema."

"An enema?" Maxine pondered it.

"He will probably beg you for one once the pain starts."

Maxine nodded and began thinking about the possibilities.

The meeting was over in another minute, and Dr. Rekvyk and Maxine continued their talk, and in a reversal of the first process, I was removed from the room, and dressed. I waited for another half-hour while Maxine finished talking to Dr. Rekvyk. Maxine and I went home. We had almost no conversation in the car. But the most important thing had already happened. I was now unlocked from the cock cage for the first time in more than a year, and I felt my power coming back.

When we got home, Maxine dragged me up to the bedroom, where she began to undress me. "Well, you were a little naughty at your examination, but all in all, I think you deserve a reward. I deserve one too! I'm so hot from all of that slave talk. Imagine actually owning someone. How erotic. How luxurious. Having them do anything you want them to do. Anything, no matter how cruel . . . ouuu." Maxine was fingering herself, and took my hand to replace hers. "That is the kind of control that really matters, and really frees people to be themselves. Not this GAME we've been playing."




Denial Ch. 07



Maxine reached over and began to stroke my penis. It became hard as a rock.

"You wouldn't believe what Regina wanted to do to you, this morning. She was ready for anything I suggested, but without the certified slave certificate, she would have needed your permission."

"Slave Certificate?" I asked.

"Yes honey, do you think Regina's a barbarian. Only with a signed certificate does the slave turn over control of his or her life to their owner. This way, there are no legal problems. But it's a whole ritual. The slave giving up all of his or her worldly goods to their owner. It is real ownership, sweetheart, and entitles the owner to do whatever he or she wants to do to the slave. It's a way of life, and takes weeks to complete. There's even a rating system so slaves can be compared with each other for future trading."

Then, almost like a lightswitch, the anesthetic began to wear off, and the burning sensation started in my bowels.

"Is the pain starting, honey?"

"Yes. It's bad."

"Regina said it will get progressively worse."

I couldn't picture it much worse, and just as Dr. Rekvyk predicted, I immediately began to beg Maxine for the curative enema. "Maxine, please give me the enema."

"It hurts that much? I think you can wait for a little while. I want to talk."

The pain was becoming blinding. "Please. I beg you. If you don't give it to me, I'll do it myself."

Maxine looked at me and frowned. "Now that upsets me. I want to communicate with you. If you get me angry enough, I may just pour the enema fluid down the drain. Then you'd have that pain for a week."

"Please don't."

"Then let's talk." Maxine sat back in bed, and tapped the bed next to her. I was almost delirious with the pain, but Maxine just lit a cigarette, and adjusted her pillow. "Now, what do you think about this whole slave thing? Does it turn you on?"

Everytime I thought the pain had reached an apex, it turned up slightly in intensity. I managed to shake my head. "No."

"Well, it's gotten me as hot as can be. So hot, that I'm ready to make love like you never had it." Maxine then leaned over to touch my penis again. "I want your cock in me, honey. YOUR cock. No one else's will do. And this is how it would be if we were in a slave and owner relationship. I would feel so free to make glorious love. We'd do everything you've ever wanted to. All of me would be open to you, my mouth, my ass. But the pain is too much right now for you to really enjoy, right?"

"Yes?" I answered through the pain.

"Do you want the enema?"

"Yes, please!!"

Maxine was now teasing me. "It will be nice and soothing."

"Please, give it to me."

"I will honey, and you'll feel so much better. But first, tell me that you're not going to close your mind to becoming my slave. Please." Maxine's stroking became sensual and rhythmic. "We'd still be equal partners. But the IDEA behind it would just free me to express myself. I mean, you wouldn't be a REAL slave. Just a symbolic one."

My eyes were closed. The pain was a steady burning.

Maxine cooed. "Please honey. Please agree to try it. If you do, I can show you how good it would be."

By now, the pain was wracking my insides. "Yes. Okay. Just flush this out, please."

"Thank you honey, you won't be sorry. I love you. I'll be right back." Maxine, naked, tanned and muscled trotted into the bathroom to get an old fashioned enema bag she had lying around. I hear her filling it with water, then uncapping the bottle of cleansing fluid Dr. Rekvyk had given her, and pouring it into the enema bag. "Come on in, honey."

When I got into the bathroom, Maxine acted as if she had been giving enemas all of her life. "Face the toilet and straddle the bowl." she ordered, and I did. "You'll feel so much better soon, and then I'll show you how our sex life will be. Everything you've always dreamed of. Any way you've ever wanted."

Maxine pushed me forward and began to insert the jellied enema nozzle. She put just the tip in, and I anxiously awaited the cool liquid which would clean me out.

"You'll see how good we'll be together. But first, Dr. Rekvyk and Dr. Gruen both need to see a signed waiver. It's your temporary permission for us to begin the slave process. Once you sign it, honey, bliss can begin." Maxine was massaging my penis and balls underneath me, and working the enema nozzle in and out of my ass slowly, tantalizingly. "Please honey. Just sign the paper, and I'll stop your pain, and we'll be in heaven."

I was hesitating, reading over the document, which said temportary. "This covers a two-week period?"

"Yes, sweetheart. After that period, it's your decision. But feel this," Maxine said, and took my hand and led it back to her vagina. It was soaking wet. "That's for you. Everyday. Maybe twice a day, because the slavery idea really turns me on. I would feel so unthreatened. Come on honey. This is only so we can learn more about how our lives would change."

I began to think. What was I letting myself in for? But how much damage could be done by Maxine in two weeks. It obviously wouldn't be REAL slavery if the document only called for two weeks. But I was scared. Was my judgement being impaired by the pain I was experiencing.

Then, I felt Maxine ease the enema nozzle out of my ass, which was burning more than ever. Suddenly, she began to squirt the fluid slowly into the toilet bowl beneath me.

"What are you doing. Don't waste it, Maxine, please."

But she continued to squirt a steady stream, and ask innocently. "I thought that since you're not in such a hurry to start the enema, the pain has subsided and that you wouldn't need all of this fluid."

"IT HURTS LIKE HELL. PLEASE GIVE ME THE ENEMA." I screamed.

Maxine had one firm hand on my back and the other continued to empty the enema bag slowly into the toilet. "I love you, you know. And I hate when you have pain. Do you hate when I have pain?" And the enema continued to squirt slowly into the toilet.

"Yes, honey, I hate when you have pain."

Squirt. Squirt. I tried peeking at the enema bag that hung from the hook, but Maxine's hand held me against the wall.

"Well, part of my own pain, sweetheart, is wanting something very badly, and it hurts me that you don't trust me. I really want you to sign the slave waiver, darling. Then I can show you an equal amount of love, and stop your pain." Maxine toyed around my anus with the nozzle. She put it in an inch, then gave me a quick squirt. It didn't go high enough to relieve me, but I felt what it would have been like. I was reduced to begging again.

"Maxine, please. PLEASE. Help me."

"Please sign the waiver, sweetheart, and I'll show you as much love. I'm feeling very unloved now." Squirt, Squirt. More of the precious solution was being squirted down the bowl.

"Only if I can trust you not to get carried away with this slave stuff."

"I'll show you right after this. And if you want to rip up the document, you can."

The deal sounded good, and as I heard more enema fluid being let out in the bowl, I picked up the pen and signed my name.

"Wonderful, honey." Maxine said. She then took the document away from me, and put it aside. I felt the nozzle entering my anus, and going deep into my bowels. "Ready?"

"Yes, please."

Suddenly, the flood started. The water was cold as it hit my bowels, and little by little, the pain began to subside. As it did, Maxine started massaging my belly and genitals. I was getting more excited.

When I was full, I began to expel the enema, and Maxine cleaned out the enema bag. "Quickly, honey. Wipe off and join me in bed."

When I got into the bedroom, Maxine was lying back naked, playing with her vagina. "I want you sooo bad. You're the only one for me, sweetheart."

When I got close enough to the bed, she pulled me down. "Now you'll see what slavery to me would be like." For the next two hours, we made love like we'd never made love. She kept me constantly hard for an hour, then, after fucking for while, she rolled me off of her. "I want to make you come with my mouth." She then spent a half hour bringing me higher and higher, until I finally erupted with the best orgasm in my life. I was almost in a trance, and when I came to, Maxine's head was on my shoulder. "This is only the beginning. Thank you for agreeing to be my slave. We can make this the best time of our life. And it's all because of your courage to trust me."

We fell asleep that way, and I awoke in the morning to Maxine taking my entire penis in her mouth. She got me hard, and as I awoke more and more, she slid up and gave me a deep French kiss. Maxine then bent over on her hands and knees. "I'm ready for you. Do me in the ass."

The contrast between her words and her cheerleader facial expression was an enormous turn on. I entered her ass slowly, and began to gradually pick up the tempo until we were both grunting. "I want you. This is how it will always be."

If this was slavery, I decided that I could accept the terms.

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 08



I had forgotten that Maxine was supposed to start working at the "relaxation center" that evening. When I asked her not to go, she replied. "It's only for the summer, and it's management experience. We could certainly use the money! Don't worry so much."

About 6:00 p.m., she came downstairs as I was finishing my coffee, and began quickly moving around the living room, out of my view. I heard her high heels clicking closer, and when she came into the kitchen, my eyes bulged. She was wearing a tight yellow leotard top, with no bra. Her nipples and breasts were clearly visible through the thin, stretch fabric. Her black leather miniskirt was tight over her dark patterned pantyhose. She wore yellow spike heels, and her hair was clipped up and on the side of her head like a teenager's, and she had two arms full of bracelets. As she breezed into the kitchen, she smiled slightly at my reaction, and held up her cigarette. "Got a light?" I reached for a match and lit her cigarette for her. She stood back, put her hands on her hips, slowly blew out a cloud of smoke, and said. "How do I look?"

"Too good." I called to her. She smiled and sauntered to the bathroom mirror. "Thanks hon." She was putting on lipstick in the mirror as she spoke. "I'm so nervous." She moved quickly to me, and when I tried to kiss her, she turned her cheek, pointing to her freshly painted lips. "Wish me luck." I did, and she grabbed her purse.

"When will you be home."

She didn't even look at me when she answered. "I'll be home when I'm home." She opened the door, and was gone. All she left behind was a puff of smoke.

I busied myself with some TV, and got tired fairly early. In my new fit of freedom, I lay back, got some of my stroke collection, and began to masturbate. It was like old times. I had missed regular sexual release very much over the last year, and was reveling in my new freedom. I never really realized how much of a hell the chastity cock cage had been. But it must have paid off because now, because of how secure Maxine was feeling, she was more independent, and we were finally going to have a real sexual relationship. We were on our way. I came once explosively before I lay down to go to sleep.

In my sleep, I heard our front door open, and Maxine came in. It was only a little past 2:00 p.m. I heard her slowly climbing the steps, and when she reached the bedroom, she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "I'm on a dinner break. I felt bad for you here all alone." Her figure was silhouetted against the light in the hallway.

I was frightened. I had an explosive orgasm only a little while ago, and I knew Maxine would be able to tell. How would she react. Would she punish me? She quickly came to the bed, pulled down my sheet, and reclined next to me like the kinky Goddess she had become.

"That place is hot!" She reclined with her high heels still on her feet. "You don't mind if I keep my shoes on, do you. It makes me feel sexy."

As she took my naked penis in her hand, I saw her nipples stretching her yellow leotard. Even the texture of her nipples came right through the garment. I noticed that her legs were now bare, but because they were tanned and muscled, she looked like she was still wearing the pantyhose she had left home with.

As she began stroking me, and leaned closer with her breasts pressed against my arm, I considered how she had transformed herself into one of the most confident, strongest women I had ever seen. She looked her age, but that only made her more alluring. She was a prime example of a 30- plus woman who held all the secrets, and could bury any woman 15 years her junior. Her good looks and new sexual nature made this a lethal combination, one which I doubted I was prepared for. I looked at her and as she took control of every situation, I sensed that she was outgrowing me fast, and that she would soon see the same thing, and cast me aside.

She kissed my neck, then my face, then lingered over my lips for a moment, and began slowly licking around them in a circle. Then she pressed her tongue against my lips, which signalled me to open my mouth in surrender. After a deep French kiss, she growled like a tiger, and lowered her head to my crotch, where she grabbed my balls, gently squeezed a moment, and guided my cock into her mouth. She sucked firmly on the head with just the right pressure. Since it was still fairly soft, she took the whole thing into her mouth. Surprisingly, it was growing to life.

Maxine sighed, and shifted around into a 69 position, but made no attempt to climb up or lift her skirt for me to eat her. I tried putting my hand under her leather skirt to lift it, but she stopped me with a moan and her hands pushed mine away. "I'm doing you now." And she was. She was slowly and rhythmically letting me fuck her mouth. She stopped for a moment, and humped her pelvis into my arm, getting hotter by the second. As I reached under her skirt, she stopped me again.

In a few moments, she rolled over on her back, hitched her skirt around her waist, now naked from the waist down except for her heels, and climbed over me. As I reached for her sex with my lips, she gently held my head away. "Don't touch. Just enjoy, honey."

But she was driving me crazy. She moved her pussy right above my face, grinding it within inches, until I could see that her entire crotch area was wet and matted. Above me, she was sighing, and letting me fuck her mouth.

"Wanna see something?" Maxine asked between gulps of my penis. I said yes, and the next thing I knew, she rolled around, lifted my legs around my chest, spread them. She slid down, and suddenly began tonguing my anus. I was going nuts. "This is a special gift for you. Just enjoy it. You've been very patient tonight. More patient than a lot husbands would be."

Maxine continued to tongue my anus and stroke my penis at the same time. I was in heaven. "You've never done this before. It's wonderful, Maxine."

She stopped for a moment. "This is what your slavery will be like."

"Then I want to be your slave." I said.

Maxine continued her stroking. "Good. I'm going to learn plenty of other tricks, so you'll be in heaven."

I came back to reality again. How would she learn? I joked. "I hope you're only going to learn from books."

"Well honey," Maxine grabbed my balls and squeezed them sensually along with my penis. "Books are okay, but you really only learn by doing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Maxine said. "You want me to be a dynamite lover, don't you? I mean you like what I've learned?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to learn somewhere."

"You can learn from me." I said, sounding hurt.

"Oh honey, I can't learn from you if you are going to be my slave. Dr. Gruen said this would be very counter-productive to our therapy."

"But that doesn't mean . . ."

"Be realistic, sweetheart. Everything has its price. If you want me to be the kind of lover you've always dreamed of, I have to learn somewhere, don't I?"

I began to panic. "Who will you learn from?"

Maxine looked up at me and licked my cock. "From whomever."

"From whomever, who?" I asked.

"Whomever I happen to be having sex with. Lovemaking is a communication. My goal is to learn something from every man who takes me." She stared me squarely in the face, while stroking my penis. "It won't really mean anything emotionally. It's only business, but at the same time, it's practice for pleasure. Our pleasure. Your pleasure. Don't you want that?"

I yanked myself away. "But you're cheating on me."

"It's not really cheating, because it's only sexual. And besides, the reason I need this experience is because I'm insecure about myself as a lover. If I weren't insecure, I wouldn't need other men. I'd be convinced I were the best. And have you really helped me discover that I'm a good lover?"

I said nothing, but just put my head back and stared at the ceiling. I began crying, and Maxine wiped my tears. "All of those men," I whimpered.

I continued crying, and in a comforting, understanding voice, Maxine began stroking my head. "That's alright, sweetheart. Get the tears out. You're in pain. I understand. You must really hurt. Get it out, darling."

I tried talking to her through the sobs, but I was uncontrollable. "I don't want to share you with all of those men."

"Look, sweetheart, you might as well accept it, because it's the only way I'm going to stay with you. I love you, but I have to be really free to be happy. Wouldn't it be silly to try to stop me from being a better sexual partner? You'll only lose out. And if you try to stop me, honey, I'll just leave you. So if you want me to stay with you, you really have no choice but to just lay back and enjoy yourself. That shouldn't be too hard once you get used to it."

I sat and sulked, and she pulled me over to put my head on her lap. "Look darling, if I really didn't love you, I JUST leave, and I would find someone else to share all of this sexual experience with, would I? But I'm not. I'm sharing it all with you."

"But you're torturing me, Maxine." I sobbed.

"Torturing? Are you kidding. It could all be so much worse."

I looked up at her, and she nodded and took a drag on her smoke.

"You bet it could be worse, honey. I could really be tormenting you with my sexuality, instead of sharing it with you. You could still be in that cockcage of yours and have to hear the stories of what I'm doing without you. I could be telling you over and over how inadequate you really are compared to the other men I've had. And I could be proving it to you, sweetheart, constantly." She stroked my head. "You know I could, but I wouldn't do that."

There was a pause as she slid around and began mouthing my penis again. She let my legs down, and settled in over my cock to give me a blowjob. She started, and got a response. "I really hope you can accept all of this, and we can have a new life. If you can, we can have bliss. If not. . . well, we'd find a way to deal with that too, but you won't be as happy."

She then shifted around and climbed up for a 69. This time, she settled her pussy onto my mouth, and teased my cock with her lips. I immediately could taste the semen on her pussy, and paused.

"Do me with your mouth." Maxine moaned. "If you'd like me to talk dirty, I can, if it will turn you on."

I still paused as I couldn't get myself to lick her sopping wet pussy.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"There's cum in your pussy." I pointed out.

"Of course, honey. That's what's so hot about all this. All of those strange men have come inside me. But you've had buttered bun before. Now you'll clean me out everytime I come home. And I'll share all the erotic secrets I've learned." She stroked my cock, driving me crazy. She saw me bucking my hips. Maxine then sat up on my face. "Yes darling, it'll be alright. Come, but clean my ass out first."

I moved higher and began poking around her anus with my tongue. "Deeper. Get it all out. I saved it for you. All of it."

Maxine had shifted to her hand now. "Clean my ass. Lick it out. You know you love it. Keep it up. Come. Come, sweetheart."

Maxine was pumping and I was licking. "Get it out. Deeper, until you find some. Yes, I know what you want. What you really want. Do it now, for me."

I began coming, and Maxine kept up with her hands. "Dig for my dirt. Do it. You want it all. Take it."

As I was coming, Maxine pushed with all of her might, and a little piece of her shit came out onto my tongue. "Take it in your mouth, sweetheart. For me. Come on." As I finished coming, Maxine brought her hand to my mouth to clean off my come. "Lick. Oh, it's lovely. You make me feel so loved."

I reached for a napkin on the night stand. "No! Don't spit any of that stuff out. Keep it in your mouth. For me."

Maxine sat back in the bed, and lit a cigarette, "I'll let you wash out your mouth in a minute." She began getting herself dressed. She did her makeup while staring at me. "Soon, sweetheart, soon."

I had an expression on my face like I was about to vomit. The taste had become vile, and the shit was now melting down inside my mouth. "Only a little longer honey." she said as she put the finishing touch to her lips.

She took her time adjusting herself in the mirror, and in an offhanded way, she then finally said. "Okay darling, go wash out." Why had I listened, and waited.

When I got back from the rinse and mouthwash, she was at top of the stairs. "I have to get back sweetheart. I'll see you sometime tomorrow." And she was gone again. 

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 09



We settled into a routine over the next week, almost as if by hypnotism. Maxine would work every night, get home at about six in the morning, (sometimes later if she went out to breakfast with some of her new friends) then sleep until about one or two in the afternoon. She would awaken, ask me to make her a light lunch, and after we ate, she would disappear to her health club for three hours of lifting and aerobics. She would come home and shower, then have a drink and read. By this time, she was ready for a light dinner. She would eat, then disappear upstairs for her hour long ritual of dressing for work. Often she would interrupt me from my housework with a request that I touch up her toenails, or help her into some article of clothing. This would be done to tease me, but by the time she left at about 8:00, there would be no sexual contact. All week, all I had was my masturbation.

At our next therapy session with Dr. Gruen, I brought up the off again/on-again sexual nature of our marriage, and received an angry, icy response from the Doctor.

Dr. Gruen then asked. "Have you been masturbating?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Then you ARE getting sexual release. What else do you want? Do you want the cockcage again?? Maxine is tired from her new job. You are reaping the benefits financially, and from what you've said, sexually as well. Why are you complaining so much? Isn't this better than the cock cage?" Dr. Gruen shook her head in disbelief.

I thought for a moment, and looked at Maxine, who looked hurt. Dr. Gruen continued. "You know that if you do go through with the slave contract, the owner dictates the time and place of sexual release for the slave. But you seem to be lucky, as Maxine is the very generous type."

She then shifted the discussion. "We have to talk about your change of status, Franklyn. Has Maxine explained what the slave contract entails? That she will feel very free and will be able to trust you fully? This should improve your sex life considerably because for the first time, you and Maxine will be true partners.

I'll need you both here tomorrow morning at 9:00 am with a full accounting of your total assets. If it has to be on a list, fine. I have an attorney whom I work with often on these matters, who will be here to finalize the contract."

The session ended on this note, and we went home.

At home, Maxine undressed me. "You are really showing your love for me by agreeing to go through with this. All of the formality is really secondary to the symbolism involved."

As she got me totally undressed, she then removed her clothing. I ventured a question. "But will you quit at the massage parlor if I go through with this slave thing?"

Maxine shook her head a little, and I thought she was going to lose her temper, but she caught herself, and instead shook her head as if I were a child. "It's not 'this slave thing.' And after you've signed the contract, ask me again, okay honey. Now I want to make the last week up to you, so just lie back and enjoy."

For the next two hours, Maxine kept me at the peak of pleasure, then in the middle of it, she explained that she was tired and wanted to just go to sleep. I was crushed, but she just laughed. "Why don't you just suck my toes, and jerk off, sweetheart." With that, she kicked off her shoes, lit a cigarette, sat back and watched me lick her feet and jerk off.

The next morning, Maxine awoke, and made me breakfast. "Don't bother showering or shaving." She said innocently. "We'll do that when we get home." She dressed casually in a conservative skirt, blouse and heels, and looked nothing like the hooker she was at night.

When we arrived at Dr. Gruen's office, there was a very efficient young redhaired woman sitting with the Dr. She was pretty in a cold looking way, and dressed like a business executive. When I came in, Dr. Gruen introduced her as Mrs. Hamilton, the attorney who would administer my slave contract.

As she and Dr. Gruen were finishing some preliminary business, Maxine and I wandered around the huge living room. Dr. Gruen finally summoned us over to her desk, and we handed Mrs. Hamilton our portfolio.

She looked through our list of assets. "Your house has tripled in value, your stock portfolio has been growing very impressively. Car, cash, collectibles, and importantly, Franklyn's business, which, as I see it, could be even more profitable with the right management.

"But preliminary to the slave contract is the transfer of ownership from you, Franklyn, to Maxine. You must sign these papers to effect that." She slid a number of contracts in triplicate in front of me, and I began to read them papers, and Dr. Gruen snickered. "What are you worried about, Franklyn? Don't you trust Maxine?"

I continued reading for a moment longer, but couldn't wade through all of the legalese, and picked up a pen to sign

"Now these." Mrs. Hamilton put five other documents in triplicate under my nose, and she rushed me through the signings.

Next, a messenger appeared as if out of nowhere, and took all of the documents from Mrs. Hamilton. "Come back when they are delivered."

Then a woman with a camera and backdrop entered the room and set up. "We need a photo." I began to straighten my hair, but Mrs. Hamilton slapped my hand away, "Don't!" But when I looked at her, she softened her attitude. "You look alright that way."

Two pictures were taken of me holding an identification slate, just like a police mug shot. The photographer disappeared, and another woman came in. I was then quickly fingerprinted, and that woman vanished.

The pace then calmed down, "Put your chair away, Franklyn," Dr. Gruen instructed me, and pointed to her closet. When I folded the chair and came back, I stood next to Maxine, who reached up to pull me by my shoulders down to my knees beside her, and she then tugged my hair gently until I was seated on the floor at her feet. They all lit cigarattes, and Mrs. Hamilton began talking very deliberately.

"As you may have noticed, there was no 'slave contract' to sign. What we did is far more binding. You've just changed your life so radically, you could say that you are no longer Franklyn Vale.

"At this moment, you are being registered in local police records as a wanted felon. The charge is one which will ruin your life if it ever surfaces: sodomy of a four-year-old girl, and a string of other child molestation cases all across the country. Through our contacts at the police department, your case will be buried in the records, and won't surface unless someone inquires specifically about you. And we will only tip the police if you give Maxine any difficulty. Believe me, this is very serious. You know what they do to child molesters in prison."

I looked at Maxine, and she took my face and turned it toward Mrs. Hamilton.

"Maxine is now the sole owner of everything you used to own. This is irrevocable. You've also signed an agreement for a fictional $1,000,000 mortgage agreement with Maxine at 20%. This IS legally binding. If you ever decide to escape, you will owe Maxine more money than a person would ever be able to pay back in one lifetime."

Dr. Gruen had a satisfied look on her face. Mrs. Hamilton continued.

"You also signed a medical waiver, releasing Dr. Rekvyk from any responsibility for damage done to you by her medical procedures. The nature of these experiments can be whatever Maxine decides.

Mrs. Hamilton stopped, removed a long cigarette from a gold case and lit it with an expensive lighter. She exhaled the smoke in a long stream. "In short, Mr. Vale, your life is now in the hands of Maxine. You are, in effect, a non-person. With our help, if she wanted you put to work in a Turkish brothel, or a Bolivian slave labor camp, we can arrange it. If she wanted you dead, that would be even easier. Prison, and probable death, would be a snap. She is truly your Divinity and may choose to be as cruel to you as she'd like. The choice is hers. You are totally at her mercy, for the rest of your life."

I looked up at Maxine, who was staring at me with a slight smile. She took a drag on her cigarette, and looked at me, not saying a word. She winked at me, and nodded her head. She punctuated it by tapping me lightly on the head, and grabbing my face and turning me toward Dr. Gruen.

"You have an appointment with Dr. Rekvyk for any modifications you'd like." Dr. Gruen said to Maxine, in a cloud of smoke.

Maxine looked pensive. "Not just now. I'm going to try and think of something special."

"Then I guess we're done here."

Mrs. Hamilton got up and left, and Dr. Gruen looked at me. "Franklyn, I hope you realize that Maxine now controls everything you do. This is not a game, or a fantasy. You are a piece of property, and there is no escape, ever. If you defy Maxine, she can do whatever she feels like to you, and if you complain, we can arrange for you to wind up rotting away in some prison where you'll probably be castrated and made into a slave there or killed. Maxine loves you, and your relationship will always be a better alternative to a life like that. But don't defy her if you don't want the ultimate punishment. Don't try her patience. If you get her angry enough, she can have Dr. Rekvyk perform experiments on you that would make your worst nightmares seem tame in comparison. She can put you out in the street, where you'd still have the mortgage commitment to her. You'd have to maintain a $20,000 a month payment in order to stay out of prison. You'll never ever be able to get any kind of real job, and if Maxine gets angry enough, or bored enough, you'll wind up in a state penitentiary, where you'll really learn about servitude."

Dr. Gruen stubbed her smoke. "Now go home and ponder all of this, and above all, behave! For your own good. Maxine, don't forget, any questions, just give me a call."

We both left and stood by the elevator. Maxine gave me a hug. "I hope they didn't scare you in there. It's much less sinister than it all sounds. Those steps will only be taken in the case of someone who really rebels and becomes a hazard to their Master. But you won't do that. We love each other, and it shouldn't be too hard for you to get used to, should it?"

"How far will you take it, Maxine?"

"Don't worry so much, honey. The decision is out of your hands, after all."

When we got home, Maxine went upstairs. "I'd like some lunch, sweetheart."

It may have already been starting. I would be making lunch now.

"Come up here first, though."

In the bedroom, there was a stack of boxes on the bed. "These are gifts, honey, from our therapy group to celebrate your slavery. Help me open them."

I sat on the bed with her and began opening the first gift. It was a maid's uniform in my size. "Put it on darling."

"Oh, Maxine. Come on." I hoped to dissuade her.

"Do it now, sweetheart." Her voice got an edge to it.

I reluctantly got into the maid's outfit, and Maxine tapped the bed for me to rejoin her. "Leave that on for the day. I've never been served by a maid."

The next package was a long skinny cane. "For errant husbands, Signed, Meredith." From the therapy group.

"Interesting."

The next gift was any electric cattle prod. "Ah-ha! I'm going to save this one for special corrections."

The next gift was in a square box. I opened it, and it was the largest butt plug I had ever seen. It was the size of a fist in a pyramid shape. "I really want to train you to take this in your ass. Maybe we'll start tomorrow, okay?"

But the final gift was the one which brought a chill to my bones. It was addressed to Mistress Maxine, from Yvette in our therapy group. It was an electric branding device with an assortment of single letters for installing in the iron. The note said. "Don't forget, one letter for each anniversary."

Maxine said nothing, but suddenly got serious. Something seemed to switch on in Maxine as she held the branding iron in her hand and examined it closely. I saw her take a breath, and she got flushed in the cheeks. She left it on her nighttable. "Make us lunch." She ordered. "and serve me mine in bed . . . Francine." Maxine chuckled and kissed me on the forehead, and playfully slapped my butt. "By the way, stop in the bathroom, and put on some makeup. That should make the illusion complete."

I went down and fixed us both salads and drinks, and brought them each up to the bedroom. "Honey, I want to try something." Maxine asked.

"What?"

"I want you eating your meal over there, in the corner. Would you do that for me, sweetheart?"

I really had no choice. She could order me to do it, but it was much more effective this way. She was being nice simply to torture me. I had nothing to say about it, and of course went to the corner and began eating.

"Maxine . . ." I called.

Maxine looked up at me from her lunch, "In silence, honey. On your knees too."

She ate her lunch in silence, reading, and then sat back and thought. She lit a cigarette, and relaxed for a moment before she began talking. "You know, we could live a very normal life and still work on our new relationship, but there has to be some structure to it. I think that it would be a good idea to have some ritualized regular training sessions for our master/slave aspect. What do you think?"

I tested the waters "Why can't we just wing it."

She just ignored me. "I disagree. I think that if we make slave training a regular part of our daily routine -- as only a small part of our normal lives, of course -- then it will be more palatable to us. Do you agree?"

I could say nothing, and the matter was settled.

That night, Maxine got herself ready for work as usual, and came downstairs. She was dressed in a tight red tubetop which showed off her strong new muscles, and a pair of white leather hotpants. She had on textured black stockings and white high heels. She came into the kitchen, held her cigarette out for a light, and began moving around the kitchen. She looked with distaste at the stove, refrigerator and cabinets.

"You know sweetheart, I'd REALLY appreciate a favor tonight." She took a puff on her smoke and walked over to the oven and looked in. "You don't like living in a pigsty any more than I do, so why don't you spend this evening cleaning the kitchen. I don't mean just straightening it out, but for once, do a GOOD cleaning job, okay?" Just waiting for me to say something, she drew on her smoke, and exhaled through her nose.

"In fact, if you do a '10', I won't punish you. But for every point below a 10 you get, you get 10 strokes with the new riding crop. And if you wind up with a '10,' you don't get punished! Now isn't that fair?"

I had no choice but to answer yes. She stood in front of me with one hand on her hip, the other toying with her cigarette. "I have to go, sweetheart. But for a minute, get down on the floor and lie on your stomach."

Maxine had a smirk on her face as I jumped to the ground and lied down. She blew on her cigarette flame, keeping it lit, and then sat down in the small of my back. I was bare footed and she lifted my skirt and momentarily pulled down my maid bloomers. "You have a delicious ass, and I have something in store for it, but not now." She then grabbed my left ankle and bent my leg at the knee toward her. Suddenly, I felt a tremendous pain on my heel. I screamed, and she yelled to me. "Hold still, dammit!!"

As I screamed and cried, she examined the wound. "Stop crying. It wasn't that bad." She touched the wound, then picked up my other foot, and burned my right heel. I screamed again. "You should be thankful its not your hands. This should make your cleaning job hard enough, and give you an idea of how difficult housework really is. Now open wide." Maxine grabbed my hair, held my jaws, and forced my mouth open. She then dropped the extinguished cigarette butt into my mouth, and said soothingly. "That's right, darling. Swallow it."

I gagged, but she held my mouth and jaw shut until I was forced to swallow the cigarette butt. "Oh, I'm so proud of you honey." She kissed my forehead.

Maxine got up and straightened her clothing. "Please do a good job. For both of us." She turned to leave, and I didn't even watch as she walked out the door.

I took Maxine at her word when she said she wanted the kitchen to sparkle like a '10.' I put ice and salve on my heels, changed out of the ridiculous maid's outfit, and began cleaning. The burns on my heels made the job painful, and slowed me down. I emptied out the cabinets and refrigerator and scrubbed everything down. I cleaned the floor and waxed it. All of the surfaces were shining, and I spent an hour on the stove alone, and another hour on the oven. Finally, at 3:00 a.m. I looked the kitchen over. It was as clean as I had ever seen it. Everything shined and sparkled including the garbage pale. I fixed myself a quick drink, got into bed, and fell right to sleep.

In what seemed like an instant, I awakened to Maxine standing over the bed. She looked tired and sweaty as she usually did after a night at the massage parlor. One night she had even remarked to me, "I'm too old for this. I haven't got the energy to fuck and suck all night long. Butit does turn me on."

As she stood there, with her hands on her hips, she held a pair of wrist cuffs in one hand. I looked up at her, and she had a half smile. "Good morning, darling. Let's go down and take a look at how you did in the kitchen."

I uncovered myself and stood up, and she looked at me strangely. She took my wrists and expertly cuffed them behind my back. "Honey, do you remember what I said about regimentation, and the need for us to ritualize the slavery aspect?"

I nodded.

"One of those rituals was the maid's outfit. Why did you change out of the maid's uniform? Did I tell you to??" She was angry, but trying to hold it in. "If we're not consistent, this isn't going to work. Do you think that 10 strokes with the cane is punishment enough?" I could say nothing. "Get my new cane for me, will you darling?"

I got her new discipline cane from the closet, handed it to her, and she poked my ass with it. "Now let's see the kitchen, sweetheart." As I went down the stairs, her high heels clicked ominously behind me. I stopped before the kitchen, letting Maxine enter first. She slowly strutted in, her punishment cane tucked under her arm.

She looked at the shelves and then the refrigerator, stove and oven: immaculate. The cabinets and under the sink: spotless. The exhaust fan and all of the appliances: shining.

She smiled at me, and I beamed.

"You know what, sweetheart. I'm going to let the uniform punishment pass."

I let out a sigh of relief.

As I turned to go, Maxine stopped me. "Wait a moment. Let me take a little closer look."

Maxine then reached into her purse and pulled out a packet of white Kleenex. She winked at me, and knelled down, where she reached underneath the refrigerator with the napkin. When she removed it, she had a smirk on her face. The napkin was black with dirt from the motor. Maxine screwed up her face in mock anger. "You call THIS clean?? I'm surprised at you. Or did you WANT to be punished?? Well if you did, you win 10 more strokes. Do you have any more surprises for me??"

I could just stand and stare as Maxine went under the sink and reached up onto the pipes beneath the sink. She took a new napkin rubbed around, and came up with more dirt. "More filth??? You really don't give a shit, do you??? I should make you clean this 'immaculate' kitchen with your tongue. That's 20!"

Next was behind the stove. Ten more for 30. Then under the dishwasher for 10 more. When she was through, I had earned 70 strokes with the cane.

"Why did it have to come to this? I'm so disappointed in you. Let's go upstairs, and get it over with."

This time, Maxine led the way upstairs, and I followed, watching her strong legs slowly ascend the stairs. When we got to our room, she swished the cane a few times. "The whole idea is for us to get into a routine which we feel comfortable with. I know that 70 is a lot of strokes, so anytime you feel that you can't take anymore, we'll switch to another punishment. You just tell me when you think you've had enough." Maxine then led me to a club chair had me attach two wrist cuffs to the back legs, and then to my arms. My back and ass were now exposed fully.




Denial Ch. 09



I was wondering what punishment she had in mind, and it was becoming a nightmare, as I was going to have to take 70 cuts with the cane if I didn't want to find out. I heard her swish the cane again and again, preparing to whip me. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

I nodded, and she lightly touched the cane to my ass for a moment. "The cane will hurt much more than my crop." Maxine hesitated a moment longer, and I heard her removing her bracelets and watch. The waiting was agony. Then, more silence, and finally, I knew it was coming from the 'swish' an instant before I felt the first cut. WHOOSH. It ripped into my ass like fire. I screamed from the shock, and at the same time knew that Maxine had not even hit me her hardest. There was no way I could take 10, much less 70. In surprise, Maxine exclaimed. "A welt, and I just tapped you." 

Again, the hesitation, as Maxine set herself. She was going to draw this punishment out as long as she could. Then, I heard the swish, and a cut hit in the same spot. I yelped, and then went limp. Through the pounding and the shuddering in my head, I heard her say. "How is it, honey? As bad as you expected?" Maxine ran her fingers over the marks, and they were sore already. "Count for me. I'd hate to give you more strokes than you deserve. We have to be consistent."

She stepped back, and I heard the click of her heels. She then stopped, and there was a short silence, then the swish of another stroke. "Three," I yelped.

More silence, more pause, then another swish. I flinched, but nothing. "Don't anticipate the stroke, darling. Just go with it. We'll start again every time I see you cowering. Just become one with the pain. Every stroke is like a medal. Welcome it. And besides, there's nothing you can do about it."

I heard her step away and reach into her purse for something, then I heard her lighting a cigarette. "I see this is going to take a long time," she sighed.

She stepped toward me, put her cigarette in an ashtray on a nearby table, and picked up the cane again. I waited, but made sure to hang loose. After an eternity, the swish came, and then the stroke. "One." I said, with my voice losing control, holding in a scream.

Maxine moved around the room slowly, and I could hear her taking off her blouse. She came back and stood behind me. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." I said, and a second later another blow came, followed by yet another. "Two . . . Three."

She walked around to see my face, and saw that I was crying. She wiped a tear away. "I'm really hurting you, aren't I darling?" There was the look of genuine concern in her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

I realized that the punishment with which she would replace the caning would probably be far worse, and when I shook my head no, she touched me warmly. "You're very brave, sweetheart." She went back behind me. "Don't flinch now." And in quick order, four, five, six, seven and eight. I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe, and was gasping for air. The pain had turned to claustrophobia. The room and the chair were also my enemies.

Maxine then waited a very long time before the next stroke. She touched me all over, then she just made no move at all for the longest time, standing behind me, smoking. When the cut finally came, I knew I couldn't continue. The force was too much, and I began crying, "No, no, please stop. No."

"Come on darling, you're doing so well. Just a little while longer. See if you can do it." Maxine was hugging me from behind, comforting me. "Honey, how many strokes is that?"

I hesitated for a moment, and that was my doom. Maxine went "Now, now darling. I asked you as a favor to keep track of the strokes." She sounded disappointed, then said, "We have to start all over again, now."

It was then I knew she had no intention of letting me finish the 70 strokes. She stepped back, and I realized that she would just continue beating me until I myself gave up and begged her to switch punishments.

I knew what my choice had to be. I could continue to get the horrifying agony from the cane, or switch to the punishment she wanted me to take, and accept that. I decided to cut my losses and take my chances.

"Please stop, Maxine." I softly sobbed. "Anything is better than this."

"Stop? But you haven't even gotten ten strokes yet. Let's give you just 20. A quick 30, and then we'll switch."

"Please no, Maxine."

Her voice hardened. "You wouldn't want me to think you're taking the easy way out, would you??"

"No, Maxine."

"Then why not keep quiet and accept the 40 more."

I just tried to relax, but it wouldn't work. I waited for her to start, and when she did, it was devastating.

Maxine started hitting me as fast and as hard as she could hit, and she directed all of the strokes at one spot: the crease between my ass and thigh on my right leg, which Dr. Rekvyk recommended would never really heal if it opened. It became one, constant pain to try and survive. I was soon only semi-conscious, and was babbling. She suddenly stopped, and I was thanking the heavens that it was over. I felt her hands touching the area, but it was nearly numb.

"Well, how many was that, sweetheart?" she said as she stepped out in front of me.

I, of course, wasn't counting, so I just shook my head and stared at her for mercy. She shook her head in ridicule.

"OK Honey. Now we have to start again."

And like a nightmare, she started again. This time, I was awake and counted to 50. She had given me probably close to 150 hard cuts, at least, and they were all in one spot. But when she reached 50, she began hitting harder, and continued.

It was like a dream. She would tap me a few times lightly, then suddenly hit me unbelievably hard, and I would growl and grit my teeth in pain. There was nothing erotic here. This was a pure punishment session. She continued her light and then very heavy hitting.

She then seemed intent on something, and by now, I was on the verge of a breakdown. I was screaming for her to stop, begging her, but she ignored me, and concentrated on what she was doing. Her calm was contrasted with my panic as she answered me back. "Not quite yet," "Almost," and "Very soon, sweetheart."

The blows continued at a blinding pace, and Maxine began to get angry. "Come on, damn it. Break. Break. I want you to bleed for me."

Then, suddenly, my behind went cold, and a moment later Maxine said "Ah ha!!" and she stopped hitting me. She began to gently chastise me. "I finally broke your skin. You take forever to bleed."

The blood seemed to spur her on, and she started hitting me again, this time much slower, but very, very hard, and just in the bleeding area. I had gone beyond pain. She was talking in an even, but strained voice now. "Are you counting?? Do you want me to start again, damn you?!"

As she kept hitting me, we entered new territory. With every stroke Maxine hit me, I screamed, and she let out a grunt. The tempo had suddenly become sexual, almost as if the stroke of the cane was the stroke of my penis in her vagina. We finally reached a peak, and I realized that she was stroking herself to orgasm, during which she kept on hitting me harder and deeper. Now, every stroke was nearly full strength, and with each one, I howled and prayed that she would stop. I would have done anything to stop the pain.

Even as she was coming, the beating continued, harder and harder. I begged her to stop, mumbling incoherently, invoking any image of worship I could think of get her to stop.

Finally, she paused a moment, gave a little whimper, took a breathe, and hit me with all of her might. I screamed, and we each saw a long streak of blood from her cane splatter the wallpaper across the room. This finally sobered up Maxine. We both stared at it, hypnotized. She cleared her throat, and much of the electricity of the moment for her had settled down to reality.

When Maxine stepped around to me again, I saw that her cane had turned from white to red with my blood. Her hand was red with it, as was here breasts, stomach and neck speckled all over.

"Wow." Maxine said as she stood in front of me, and cradled my head in her hands. After a pause, she reached across to her night table and got a tissue, and began rubbing the blood off the wallpaper. Not all of it came off, Maxine threw down the tissue. "Let's leave it there. As a souvenir of our new life."

She then turned to me and I saw the satisfied exhaustion in her face. She lifted the bloody cane and put it in front of my face. "Open your mouth" was all she said. With the cane as bloody as it was, I could imagine what me thigh looked like. Maxine then put the long cane in across my lips, "Close" and when I did she began to wipe the cane across the inside of my lips like a napkin. I almost gagged on my own blood.

She then left the room for a moment, and came back with a wet towel, which she began to clean me off with. I screamed from the pain, and it got worse when she took a bottle of astringent, and applied it to my cut. "Your ass looks like hamburger meat, darling."

She then stepped in front of me. The nipples on her bloodied breasts stood up, and she was flushed from exertion and excitement.

"I got carried away, honey." With that, she grabbed my ears and directed my mouth to her breasts and stomach to clean off the blood. "Clean me off." I licked my blood off her, and gave a tiny wretch to hold back from vomiting. "Don't you FUCKING get sick on me. I'll whip the skin right off your ass."

After a while, she brought a mirror over to give me a view of my behind. I was shocked by what I saw. "You're still bleeding. Tell me what you think."

The entire area was almost black with my blood. Maxine was looking at me for a reaction with no expression on her face. "Well, should we go to Dr. Rekvyk?"

I shook my head no repeatedly. Maxine sat down next to me and began wiping perspiration from my forehead. "Honey, she would be able to help you. Look sweetheart, I hurt you badly to establish myself as your owner. Otherwise, why should you listen to me? Now, you know that unless you want a repeat of today, you'll never ever defy me."

I was still close to senseless, and I just blurted out: "But I didn't defy you."

She was ready with the answer. "Oh yes you did, darling. I asked you to clean the kitchen and you didn't. That's what this beating was all about. Now let me ask you: will you ever be lazy again?"

I shook my head and she smiled confidently, She paused, and her pauses filling me with dread. "I know you won't darling. Now, come over to the bed. Face down." I fell on our bed, and Maxine began strapping my ankles and wrists to the four posters. "This is so you won't turn over during the night." 

Maxine got up and got ready for work. As she began to leave, I was strapped to the bed for the night, in terrible pain. I began crying, and Maxine paused before she walked out. "You'll remember this beating for the rest of your life, sweetheart. It's up to you if this is your last."

 To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 10



I had truly become Maxine's slave, and her worst torture was her denial that I actually was a slave. She kept up with the charade that this was all just a symbolic game, but I had been given the message that I would be tortured or maimed if I defied her and got her angry enough. Any defiance was indeed dealt with brutally.

Later that week, Maxine left for her health club in the morning telling me that she would be returning with an important guest later in the afternoon. "Stacy is a really good friend, and I want you to treat her with the same respect you treat me." As Maxine was leaving, she turned and said, "And if you really wanted to make me happy, you'll dress in your pretty maid's uniform."

I knew what that meant. It was an order. I took it as such, but first I did the shopping, and ran the long list of errands which Maxine had also "requested" that I do.

At about 2:00 pm, I arrived home and saw Maxine's new car in the driveway. She had sold mine, and bought a Porsche for herself. I came into the house with my arms filled with packages to see Maxine and a tiny, dark-haired woman about our age sitting together on the couch. I was taken aback to find Maxine with her head in the woman's lap, and with the woman playing with her hair. Neither of them stopped what they were doing when I came in, and Maxine didn't even look at me. The woman, however, gave me a mocking look.

After an eternity, Maxine closed her eyes. "I can wait."

I didn't know what she meant. The woman was smiling, enjoying my humiliation. She was tiny, but very strong looking. She had long black hair pulled back in a braid and to show off her tan, she was wearing a small white dress, which plunged in the front to show a large, but delicate tattoo array coming up from her left breast. I just stood there and Maxine spoke again in even tones. "Didn't I ask you to wear something special this afternoon?" She hadn't even looked at me.

Like a flash I remembered. The maid's outfit. "But I was out shopping. I was going to put it on when I got home."

Maxine just snickered and nodded her head. "I'll bet you were. Well go up now and change. Then come down and see to Mistress Stacy's needs. I'll join you in a little while."

I retreated to the basement and began the process of getting clothed totally in my maid's outfit, which meant makeup and a body shave wherever hair showed. The process took almost 20 minutes, and I slipped into my high heels and started upstairs.

When I got there, Maxine wasn't there, but Stacy was reclining on the couch, smoking a cigarette. I approached her slowly and her gaze was riveted on me. I quickly got into my slave head. She stared right through my eyes. She was very beautiful, and her knowing that I was a slave made me very uncomfortable and vulnerable to her. "Can I get you anything Stacy?"

She just continued staring at me, raised her cigarette to her lips and paused there. "Maxine wants you to address me as Mistress Stacy."

"Yes Mistress Stacy. Would you like me to get you a drink or anything?"

"Not just now Francine. That is what you're called when you're in that maid's costume, isn't it?" She smiled.

I nodded. Stacy kept her eyes on me until I looked down. She paused for a moment before she asked "Maxine said that you two have a unique relationship." Stacy asked me.

I nodded again, and looked down.

"Are you submissive to her?"

I nodded again. Her grey eyes, bathed in blue eyeshadow, were ice cold, and I tried to avert them whenever I could.

She took a deep drag on her cigarette. "What are some of the things Mistress Maxine makes you do? And look at me when I'm talking to you, insect." She sat back and stared at me coldly.

I stared right into her hot eyes while I was thinking of an answer. "Whatever she wants me to do, Mistress Stacy."

Stacy softly laughted. "Mistress Stacy. I like that. I like weak men. They turn me on. And you're really weak, Francine, aren't you?"

I did nothing, looked at her smirking at me, then I just nodded.

"I mean, you'd have to be very, very weak to let someone own you. How does it feel to be owned by a woman?"

I didn't know what to answer, so I just looked down.

"Why are you looking away. Do I make you uncomfortable? Should I tell your owner that you were rude to me?"

I shook my head.

"Do you have a voice?"

"Yes Mistress Stacy."

"Yes, what."

"Yes, I have a voice."

"Yes I have a voice, who?" Stacy harrangued.

"Mistress Stacy."

"Yes, what, Mistress Stacy."

I was exasperated, but terrified. "Yes, I have a voice, Mistress Stacy."

Stacy just stared at me with a smirk "Better. Does Maxine beat you?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacy."

"Does she make you worship her?"

"Yes, Mistress Stacy."

"Your Mistress makes love to other people, you know. MANY other people."

"Yes, Mistress Stacy."

"How does it feel knowing that dozens of men touch her and get pleasure from her, but all you get is humiliation and pain."

I said nothing, and Stacy persisted.

"Has she ever made you watch while she makes love to someone else?"

"No, Mistress Stacy."

She picked up her drink and took a sip. "If she did ask you, you would watch her though, right?"

I was close to tears. "Yes I would."

Stacy slid a new cigarette between her lips, picked up her expensive lighter, and flicked it open. With her cigarette dangling between her lips, she stared at me. "What if I asked you to worship my feet right now? Would you do it." She lit her cigarette, and blew her smoke out slowly, and paused staring at me for a moment.

I said nothing, because I didn't know whether this was something which Maxine would want me to do.

"I would have to ask Mistress Maxine," I replied.

"You heard Mistress Maxine say that you should attend to my needs. Well, right now, I want to use your mouth as a footbath."

I said nothing.

"Well? Are you calling me a liar. I know Maxine will find a way to make you pay. . ." She stared at me, waiting for me to make a move, but I had to check this with Maxine.

I turned for the stairs and started upstairs to the bedroom where Maxine was changing to confirm Stacy's request. "You'll be sorry."

I reached Maxine's room and opened the door. I noticed that she was changing into a sexy black lingerie set. I looked quizically as I was waiting to be recognized.

Maxine finished dressing, looked up and walked across the room quickly to freshen her makeup. "Well? . . ."

I stammered. "Mistress Stacy wants me to kiss her feet."

Maxine looked at me in disbelief. "Well, what are you waiting for? Didn't I tell you to treat her with the same respect with which you treat me? Don't make her angry, or you'll have me to deal with." Maxine looked very annoyed. "And another thing. The next time this door is closed, damn it, you knock three times, and wait. If there is no answer, you don't come in. If I'm not home, you should keep it clean, but when I'm here, only if I give my permission do you come in." Maxine lit a cigarette, and started on her makeup. "This is my room. You're lucky I've let you stay in here and sleep with me." She waved me off, and I turned to leave. "In fact, I think I'll change that." She said ominously as she waved me away.

When I got downstairs, Stacy had her legs crossed and was dangling one high heel half off her foot. "I told you!! You should have believed me. Now Francine, I want my feet sparkling clean." When I got down on my knees, she smiled down at me with her red lips and perfect white teeth. "Take my stockings off first. Very slowly."

I removed them one at a time and carefully placed them aside. "Start with a total footbath." I sat for a few minutes with Stacy's feet resting on my mouth. She moved them around to get them totally wet.

As I licked Stacy's feet, she put her head back and closed her eyes. I tasted the sweat and dirt, and licked hard to get them clean. I was terrified that Stacy would give a bad report to Maxine. Stacy's lips parted slightly as she seemed in the throes of orgasm. "When I was a young girl, I had a black Labrador who would lick my feet for hours if I'd let her. I miss that. You're almost as good."

She indicated by moving her feet which areas she wanted licked. She ended with the soles, which she made me work on for about 10 minutes. With her eyes closed, she smiled. "Now clean between my toes."

I was on her second toe when I heard Maxine's high heels clicking down the stairs. "Well, well. . ."

I looked up and saw Maxine looking her most radiant. She had on a black two-piece lingerie set, heels and was elegantly made up. She frowned down at me when she saw me looking at her. "Concentrate on what you're doing." I then looked back down and continued licking.

Maxine sat down on the couch next to Stacy, and both of them stared at me as I worked on Stacy's feet. I glanced up at Maxine, and she slapped me in the head, and I went back to licking Stacy's foot. "Why don't you just make believe Mistress Stacy is your mother. If mother asks you to lick her feet, you would, wouldn't you? Well you two are just like mother and son."

Stacy laughed softly. "Oh, how hot. You KNOW that's always been one of my fantasies."

"I know, love." Maxine answered, then she sat closer to Stacy, and in a moment, they were kissing, and Maxine was unbuttoning Stacy's dress. I must have paused, because Stacy kicked me with her other foot on the side of my head, so I kept up Stacy's thorough cleansing.

Their kisses got deeper, and soon Maxine had Stacy's dress pulled down over her breasts. Stacy's breasts were full and looked hard. She had tattoos on each breast of flowers and birds. Maxine was kissing around the tattoos, and they broke for a moment to watch me licking Stacy's feet. "Are you enjoying sucking Mistress Stacy's toes, Francine?" Maxine asked. I nodded. Stacy then looked at me. "Then open your mouth, and let me foot fuck you."

They were both hotter than pistols. Stacy paused for a moment and pushed her toes further into my mouth.

"Stacy, if incest is your thing, Francine here can accomodate with any scenario." Maxine said as she fondled Stacy's breasts.

I heard Stacy breathe deeply inward, and the two went back to their kissing, as Stacy's started pushing her toes and foot deeper into my mouth.

I did this while they petted like two school kids right above me. Soon, Maxine whispered quietly for Stacy to hear and for me to overhear. "You see, you're jealous for nothing. Now do you see that he's no threat to anybody?"

They stopped kissing, and Maxine tugged Stacy's large nipples. Stacy could barely speak, but she stared into my eyes while she spoke to Maxine. "I want to see you really hurt him. Make him scream for me, lover."

I began to panic. Maxine didn't even look at me. "I have an agreement with Francine to be fair in my punishment. She hasn't done anything to warrant punishment."

Stacy just stared down at me coldly, getting increasingly hotter from Maxine's nipple tugging. "But he did do something. Didn't you Francine?"

Maxine joined Stacy in looking down at me. "What did he do."

Stacy put a half smile on her face. "He told me he wanted me to convince you to free his cock. He told me you didn't give him the relief he really needed."

Maxine's eyes became stone. "He said that?"

I stopped sucking Stacy's toes and began stammering. "I didn't say anything like that. I didn't. I was respectful. Please believe me."

Maxine was as cold as ice, "Are you calling Mistress Stacy a liar?"

"No, but . . ."

Maxine interrupted, "Then she did tell the truth?"

"No . . ."

"Which is it, dammit?!?"

"I didn't say anything like that!!"

Maxine and Stacy both shook their heads. Maxine looked down at me. "Why would Mistress Stacy lie?"

"Because she wants to see you punish me."

Maxine was now furious. "Do you think I need your permission or an excuse to give you pain?? I can hurt you as much as I want, as often as I want." She stared a hole right into my brain with her eyes. I looked away.

As I looked down at the rug, Maxine addressed Stacy. "I'd be glad to hurt Francine for you. But you need the practice. Why don't you do it instead?"

"No, Maxine. I want to see YOU do it. That would make me very hot."

Maxine helped Stacy recline on a number of cushions on the couch. "A front row seat. I don't think you'll be disappointed. I'll narrate the whole thing."

Maxine stared at me. "Bend over the hassock and stay there. And don't move!"

Maxine walked to the stairs and ascended them. When she was out of earshot, Stacy softly said to me. "Don't fight it Francine. I'm going to have you, and I will make Maxine look like Florence Nightengale."

Maxine began down the stairs, and she was carrying a large bag full of items. She put them down, and reached in for a hood. "Do you want him hooded?" Maxine asked Stacy.

"How bad will his pain be?"

"Very bad."

"Then no hood. I want to see his face." Stacy said, in a trance, as she crossed her legs and curled up on the couch.

Maxine then went through the ritual of using ropes to tie me to the hassock with my ass fully exposed. I was shaking from imagining what the pain would be. Maxine patted me warmly. "Relax. Getting nervous will only make it worse." she said.

To Stacy, Maxine said, "He has to be tied tightly, but with quick release, because with a John, they cramp up after orgasm. With a slave, however, who cares."

Maxine brought the rest of the contents of the bag behind me, and shifted me to face Stacy directly. I didn't see Maxine for the rest of the punishment period. "And take your time. Let their imaginations run wild. He can't see me now, so he doesn't know what I'm going to do, or how horrible the pain will be." I heard Maxine doing something behind me, but had no idea what it was. She was indeed driving me crazy.

Stacy looked at me. "Can he suck my toes while you do it."

Maxine thought for a moment. "I don't think so. The pain will be so intense, he may bite down. In fact, I have to inflate a ball gag in his mouth so he won't bite his tongue off, or frighten the neighbors.

Maxine got behind me and traced her fingers on my behind. "Honey, have you ever gotten so hot for something that you just had to have it. I mean, that nothing else would do, under any circumstances." She started to tug at the bonds on my hands and feet to be sure.

"Of all the stories the dominants in group told, the one about the branding iron got me the hottest. The description given by Yvette about how Yale howled like an animal who had just been castrated . . . That got me delirious." She then sat down behind me, and began talking in a soft voice. "I'm just discovering how cruel one person can be to another, and I still have a whole lifetime to find out." Maxine stroked my hair. "And if I'm not cruel enough, am I doing you justice? I mean, am I really giving you what you need."

"But, Maxine . . ." I tried to let her know that I didn't need cruelty.

"Don't interrupt. What I'm trying to say is that we're both really giving each other what we need.

Before I knew it, Maxine stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and inflated it stretching my jaws. "I love you, you know," she whispered into my ear, so only I could hear.

To Stacy she said, "Always use clean equipment, and disinfect." I then felt something cold and wet on my bare ass. She was disinfecting me. "I'm going to start out with an "M" for Mistress, and work up as Yvette suggested.

I heard a clicking sound, and in a moment smelled hot coils. To Stacy, she said. "If you're branding, the iron must be white hot if possible. The pain is the greatest, the burn is the deepest, and the iron doesn't stick to the skin, but burns clean."

She paused for a moment then took hold of my ass with one hand. "Don't move honey, or I'll have to do it again."

A pause, then Maxine readjusted her grip on my hips, and held my cock in one hand. She was pumping me, getting me hot. The feel of her hand on my body, and her breasts pushing into my shoulders were too much. "Watch Stacy, now is the time to tease, and get him as ready as possible. Make him associate his erection with pain. If you ever want to render him impotent, just push this association, and then just keep stimulating him with pain. Again, take your time. Make the torture last."

"Are you really hot now, honey?" She asked Stacy.

"Yes."

"Good. (then to me) Brace yourself, bitch."

There was nothing. "Now is the time you make him beg for it." (to me) "Do you want my brand?"

I paused. "Yes Mistress."

"How much do you want it?"

"Very much."

"Very much who?"

"Very much, Divinity."

"What do you want very much?"

I began to heave with panic. "Yes, Divinity, I want your brand very much."

"You didn't thank me, ingrate."

"Thank you."

"Thank me for what."

"Thank you very much for your brand, Divinity."

To Stacy, "This teasing can go on forever. He knows it's going to come, but he also knows he has to answer correctly, or get extra pain on top of this main event. And this draws out the eventuality. Pretty soon, he'll be begging to get it over with."

Maxine played with my ass, as I smelled the electric coils burning. "Are you going to make me proud of you in front of Mistress Stacy?"

"Yes," I shook.

They laughed. "Yes, who."

I lost my composure. "Yes Divinity, I will make you proud of me. Please burn me with your brand, Divinity, I beg of you."

Maxine laughed. "You've convinced me. Stay still bitch, if you really want it that much."

Maxine continued to stroke my cock, and when I was about to come, she speeded up her pumping. I began to come, and she suddenly grabbed my cock hard, and she pressed the brand into my ass. I felt the most blinding pain I ever felt in my life. The severity of it made me scream on top of my lungs, and I bit the gag she had made me wear. The ten seconds she kept the brand against my ass were the longest in my life, and I heard Maxine exclaim. "Ah, that's good. Let it all out. It hurts like hell, I know. I know."

She kept urging me on to accept the pain, and then she was quiet. I heard Stacy applaude. When Maxine started talking again, I couldn't quite understand what she was saying, I was in such pain. It sounded like she was asking me to thank her. "Thank me! Thank me dammit." and she slapped the branded wound sharply. I was now only beginning to feel the center of the pain, and I screamed again. Stacy was fingering her clit.

"Say 'thank you,' I said." and she slapped the wound again.

I couldn't control my movements, much less my voice, but Maxine was insistant. "You got what YOU needed. Now thank me for it."

I still couldn't, and she grabbed my other ass cheek. "You have to be taught, I guess."

"No!!" I screamed.

And suddenly, Maxine seared my other cheek with the iron. I couldn't even scream this time. My voice came out empty. I just shook and strained against my bonds. Through the buzzing and hum in my head, I heard Stacy say. "Oh yeah! Hot!!"

Maxine's voice was like an iceberg. "NOW thank me or the next brand will be on your balls."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Thank you who!" She grabbed my balls, and held them steady.

"Thank you, Divinity."

"Thank you for what!!?!" She slapped the new wound.

"Thank you for branding me, Divinity"

Maxine then got up, and walked out of the room. I was moaning in pain, burning up in the spots she had scarred me.

A moment later, Maxine came back into the room and kneeled behind me. She began smearing one of my wounds with a salve, and the pain was reduced somewhat. "This will help healing." I waited for her to put the salve on the other wound, but she read my mind. "I want to talk to you first." I couldn't see her, but her voice was steady and controlled. My love for her had changed in a moment. I was terrified of her power now, and had no romantic allusions about her any more. I had become her slave, and there was no doubt that she would take full advantage of this in any way she chose.




Denial Ch. 10



I heard her light a cigarette. "I was very upset that you tried betraying me with Mistress Stacy, and weren't courteous to me when I branded you. We both know that you need to be a submissive, and I gave you a gift many slaves would give anything for. I think Dr. Gruen was right, and that you should call me Divinity. It will help us keep in our roles. I would enjoy that. And to stress the real difference in our power, I'll call you Insect. That should do it."

She paused, and said nothing for a moment. "Now, a little test. What will you be calling me from now on?"

I couldn't remember. I looked straight ahead at Stacy. Suddenly, I heard Maxine take a deep drag on her cigarette, exhale the smoke, and then she pressed it into my scrotum, burning it. I screamed again, and began babbling from the pain. She then burned me with the cigarette again. "Come on Francine, let's go. Remember."

I couldn't for the life of me remember, "Well?!?"

When I didn't answer, like lightning, she grabbed my balls, paused for a moment, and then poked her the cigarette in the same spot. I screamed and shuddered violently. "Divinity!! You're my Divinity."

She poked the cigarette in the wound again. "Wrong. I'm YOUR nothing. You don't own ME. You're MY slave, and I'm DIVINITY! Not YOUR Divinity."

"Yes, yes. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please."

Wit that, Maxine started addressing Stacy. "He will now accept anything not to have that pain again. I own his soul."

Maxine untied me, and I couldn't move. Stacy got up and headed with Maxine for the stairs. They joined hands and began walking upstairs hand-in-hand. "I'll call you if I need you. Just stay down here." and with that, they disappeared into our bedroom, leaving the door open. A few minutes later, I could clearly hear the sounds of Maxine and Stacy making love. They did nothing to curb the sounds as I stayed over the ottoman in excruciating pain. I could tell that Maxine was having orgasm after orgasm.

After an hour, Maxine called me upstairs. "Francine. Get up here now."

When I got to the bedroom door, I saw Stacy going down on Maxine. "This is how I've always wanted to be eaten. Watch closely so you can do it to me from now on. When I let you."

I had to stand near the end of the bed and watch this strange woman go down on my wife.

That would be the last time I slept in my bedroom.

To Be Continued...



Denial Ch. 11



Stacy began sleeping over that night, and I was thrown out of the room and told to sleep in the basement. I would prepare all meals, plus clean up the bedroom from their nightly parties. I had to constantly wear my maid's outfit. I would come in after they left, and smell the sex and intermingled perfumes, touch the warm sheets, and feel such longing for Maxine that I would have to masturbate to do any work. Masturbation was my salvation, because if I had to put up with this sexual frustration and humiliation without any release, I would go insane.

That week, we had a session with Dr. Gruen, at which Maxine said I could voice any of my complaints.

We sat down with Dr. Gruen, who had greeted Maxine with a hug, ignored me until her first question. "Well Franklyn, how is slave life treating you?"

Maxine interrupted before I could answer, "Dr. Gruen, I now call him Insect, except when he's my maid, and then he's Francine." Maxine gave an arrogant half smile, and removed a cigarette from her silver case and waited for me to light it.

Dr. Gruen seemed amused. "Insect? Well Insect, how do you feel about that?"

I didn't know what to say. "I don't like it."

Both Dr. Gruen and Maxine looked at me, and the Dr. said, "Why?"

"Because I'm not a bug, I'm a person."

"But you're a slave. A slave, by definition, isn't a person. If you're not a person, what are you. Some other kind of animal?"

I began to tear in frustration as I felt Maxine's eyes burning a hole in my head. I would probably pay for this later.

"And you, Maxine, how are YOU enjoying life as a slave owner."

Maxine inhaled deeply on her cigarette and straightened her skirt. "Well, in many ways it's fulfilling, and in others it's a great responsibility. I mean having this full control over a living thing gets very stressful. All of the correction and concern for insect's welfare, and he doesn't even appreciate it. But I need emotional and sexual release, and insect here is useless." She shot me a look. "He's proven himself to be weak simply by allowing himself to become such a total slave."

Dr. Gruen shook her head "So how are you dealing with it."

Maxine smiled like a shy young girl. "I've found someone else. A lover."

Dr. Gruen also smiled. "What's he like."

"She. Her name is Stacy. She works at the Retreat, and we're going to be working together as dominatrices." Maxine looked dreamy. "She's lovely. So tender and sensual. I never knew what I was missing."

"So where is the relationship going?"

"We've decided that she'll move in with us this weekend."

I turned to Maxine in shock.

"That's right, insect. You're to have all of your junk out of the house by tomorrow morning. We'll let you keep some of it, of course, but you'll have to move permanently into the basement."

I frowned and found myself pouting. "No! I don't want to."

Dr. Gruen laughed. "But, isn't that where most insects live?" But Maxine was in no mood to keep the mood light. She stared at me with the look of rage she had cultivated. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I began to cry as I looked at her.

The session ended soon after that, and the Group session began.

I was the highlight, and sat in the center of the room. Everyone called me insect, and Maxine talked about my branding. Shoshana stared at me and said she wanted to see it. Maxine ordered me to drop my pants, and bend over. The whole group cheered when they saw it.

"How erotic. How did he react." Yvette asked.

Maxine responded proudly. "Well, your suggestion of branding him one letter at a time was great."

Yvette piped up. "He needs to be pierced though. Deep piercings in his chest, balls, and just like Yale, right through his asshole. Regina Rekvyk does marvelous work. And she uses no anesthetic at all. You'll cream from the screams." Everyone laughed at her joke.

Maxine nodded her head "All in time. I have plenty of time to do whatever I want to him. The rest of our lives." She then turned and looked at me for the first time. "Don't I, darling?" And she held my stare, letting me know that she had plenty in store for me.

I sat humiliated in the center of the circle.

Dr. Gruen piped up. "You know, there is a Slave Exchange which takes place seasonally in this city where many of the Masters in the city bring their slaves to be traded temporarily and often permanantly, or simply bought or sold. I tell you this because the next meeting is next month, and we're expecting the greatest turnout ever. Anyone here who wants to expose their slaves to other owners AND simply wants to add to their stable is welcome to join us. There is a small fee, but that shouldn't deter enthusistic masters because the fee can be paid in services from their slaves right there."

Everyone agreed that this was a great idea, and made plans to charter a bus and bring their slaves.

The next day, early in the morning, Maxine came down to the basement in her nightgown, and told me to gather my belongings together in the basement. "I should be very angry at you for your outburst last night at Dr. Gruen's. But I'm in a good mood today. I had a lovely orgasm with Stacy this morning, so I've decided to let you keep as much of your belongings as you can lift."

It took me until late that afternoon to get everything together in the basement, where I would be living from now on. There were books, clothing, family momentos, a bicycle, video tapes. My business materials were excluded. Before Maxine had to leave for work, she came down to the basement with Stacy. They were dressed to kill, and laughing about something. As Maxine's high heels clicked down the basement steps, I heard her say to Stacy, "Just watch. This is going to be good."

Maxine glanced around the basement, "Look at all this shit." She shook her head, and then kicked a box. "Well, I made you a promise that you could keep whatever you can lift, so let's get started. Get two chairs."

Wondering what she was going to do with the two chairs, I brought two folding chairs to her. "Well idiot, open them up."

I did, and was told to place them across from the foldout couch. "Take your clothing off." And I disrobed. Maxine now winked at Stacy who stood smiling. I stood naked.

"Now, face down, bridge your legs across the top of the couch, with one arm on each folding chair." I did, and Maxine crouched below me and reached into her large pocketbook for two serrated-edged nipple clamps attached to a chain. She quickly applied them to the edge of my nipples. She then put a tacked parachute collar around my balls, and attached them to the nipple clamp chain. She gave a sharp tug down, and I howled.

Maxine then attached a hook to the chain, and asked Stacy to help her slide a heavy box of my possessions under me. She attached the chain to the hook on the box. This left very little slack on the rope. I had to flatten myself into push up position to avoid having my nipples and balls ripped off. I was losing balance.

"Okay, Insect. If you can lift this box, you can keep it." Maxine said.

I could do nothing. I couldn't budge, much less lift the box by my nipples and balls. Maxine and Stacy tried to hold back their laughter, but couldn't."

"Come on. All you need is to lift it a half inch off the ground. You whined about how much your 'belongings' meant to you. So now show me!" Maxine said and she waited as I struggled. "You're a pathetic creature," and she unhooked the chain, and slid the box away, sliding the next one in. This was even heavier.

All of my possessions were paraded under me, one by one, and each box I was unable to even try and lift. I began crying.

"Why are you crying, Insect?" Maxine said coldly. "You don't think I would allow you to actually OWN anything. Be realistic. I own YOU, so how can YOU own anything? No, sweetheart, all of this garbage is mine and it gets sold or thrown away. The only personal possessions you will keep are those clothing and jewelry relating to business, and that's to make money for ME. And I'll make sure you make plenty working seven days a week, believe me. Now get this shit out in the street. Leave these two boxes, someone is coming to buy them."

The boxes she was throwing away were my family photos and personal momentos from childhood. I was ceasing to be a person of any kind.

Maxine detached me from the clamps and parachute and let me down. "On the floor."

I sat on the floor as she stood above me.

"You know, your attitude stinks. You think I owe you explanations and favors? Well, I don't owe you shit. You owe me for your food and for the roof over your head. You're lucky I don't feed you according to the housework you do. If I did, you'd be a human skeleton. You're here as a worker. And you don't nearly do enough. If I have to fire you, the rest of your miserable life would make hell look like Club Med."

She stared at me with hot eyes, and glanced over at Stacy. "What do you think Stacy. Am I demanding enough of this shit?"

Stacy shook her head. "Not nearly."

"There," Maxine snapped. "You see. You're an embarrassment to me. Even my lover thinks you're a lazy pig."

For some reason, Maxine was extra angry at me. She stared at me until I began to look away and shudder.

"You're not going to get much sleep tonight." Maxine sneered and thought for a moment. "I want my bathroom turned into a 'temple' by the time I get home in the morning. That means a thorough cleaning. I want a bathroom fit for an Empress."

Stacy piped in softly, "A Divinity's bathroom."

Maxine shook her head and smiled. "That's right! And I'm even going to give you a choice." Maxine walked around the room for a moment, and lit a cigarette. She was wearing a skin tight red lycra jumpsuit. Her hair had glitter in it. "And I'm going to be fair in deciding on how you clean it. I'll leave it up to you."

I frowned and then shrugged. "I don't understand?"

Maxine stared at me. "Just choose, dammit. In plain language, you can French clean it, or Night clean it."

I didn't like the sound of 'French cleaning,' so I said, "Night clean it."

She looked at Stacy and they smiled conspiratorially. "You're sure now?"

I reluctantly nooded my head.

Maxine smiled at me impishly, and then shook her head. "You're a grinning idiot, aren't you?"

I could say nothing but look down. "Come with me."

I walked up the stairs and got a great look at Maxine's legs and ass as I did. "Stop drooling, you pig" was the response I got from Maxine, as she hadn't even glanced over her shoulder, but just read my mind. "Sexually I have no use for you anymore, so stop tormenting yourself. If you get too disrespectful, I'll just cut your dick right off. Now put on your maid's outfit." I went into the bedroom, and got it out of my closet.

When I reached the bathroom, I looked in and saw the job that faced me. The grout was filthy and molded, the floor was mildewed. The fixtures would require scrubbing. "I'll ask you once more. You're the professional toilet cleaner. Do you want to give my bathroom a French cleaning or a Night cleaning?"

"Night cleaning." I answered, not knowing what I was letting myself in for.

"Alright." she said, almost sing-song, as if to say, "You made your bed, now lie in it."

Maxine stepped away from me and went into the den. As she went, she called in to me. "Take a real good look at the bathhoom, insect. Memorize it." When she returned, she was holding my leather hood and she had brought along a padlock. She walked right up to me. "On your knees, pig."

I got on my knees, and she began pulling the hood tightly over my face. It had no eye holes, and I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach that I would be made to clean the bathroom blindly. She took hold of my head, and began pulling the hood on. The nose holes lined up with my nostrils on the first try. "Can you breathe?" she asked. I nodded. She immediately pulled the straps tight and put the lock in the hasp. She snapped it shut. I was locked in total darkness.

"You should have picked French cleaning. At least you could have seen what you were eating. Bad choice."

She then handed me three bottles, a toothbrush, a scouring pad and a rag. "You've got all the materials you'll need to make this room shine. Just remember what happened the last time your work was sloppy."

I began sobbing, and dropped the cleaning implements. The heat from my tears remained trapped in my hood, as did my sobs, which echoed inside my head. I was on the edge of breaking, not knowing how much more of this I could take. Maxine walked into the room again.

After a while, Maxine took hold of my hood, and held my head gently. "Do you want to change to French cleaning now. You'll have to lick the whole bathroom clean. I'll let you, you know. All you have to do is ask."

I shook my head, and sucked in for breathe.

Maxine kneeled down and brought her face closer to me. "Look, honey, when you signed those papers, what did you really think SLAVERY would be like? Some fantasy role-playing game? You are an honest-to-goodness, lifetime SLAVE I can do ANYTHING to you that I want to. Anything. No matter how cruel, or how much pain it causes you. If you object, you'll just vanish, and no one will ever know you're gone. Or go to jail for a very long time, and I'd see to it that you were raped long, hard and often. You have to face all this, accept it and do everything I ask. You'll make yourself sick if you don't."

Maxine then became the old Maxine again. "Honey, if you adapt to what I'm doing now, one day, the punishment may just lessen somewhat. Help us both by being as obedient and strong a slave as you can. It won't be easy, but if I see that you're a good slave, and if we get into an understanding, and a rhythm, then after this initial learning period for each of us, we can still settle into a very happy life together."

I was still sobbing, and was terrified that this Mistress of Atrocities was now being logical and loving. Which could I believe?

"But what about Stacy?" I mumbled through the hood.

"WhatABOUT Stacy? She's my lover. Sexually, I'm turned on to women now. I get used by about a dozen different men a night. I'm desensitized to men now. They turn me off. That's why I'm being groomed by Richie to become the resident dominant. I want to control them and all men. Who knows what may happen in the future. If you don't do everything you can to please me, you'll just make things harder on yourself. And they could be much, much harder. Believe me. I mean, if you make me look bad in front of Stacy, you'll really suffer. You'll begin to think of these as the good ol' days, I promise you that."

Maxine then stood up, and stepped back. "Look, if I take the hood off you, and we compromised on another punishment, you'd be even more miserable. For example, would you take another branding if I let you clean the toilet with the hood off?"

Maxine almost made it seem like a choice, but the spectre of getting another brand was horriying. I shook my head violently, and she snickered. "Give in, sweetheart. This is how the rest of your life will be. I want to be able to keep you forever, so you'd better make it exciting for me too."

With that, Maxine gave me a kiss on the helmet, and walked down the stairs.

That night was the most horrifying night I can ever remember. I was blind, and yet had to get the bathroom sparkling clean. All night I worked frantically, starting from the top of the walls and working down to the baseboards. At one point I lost track of which tiles I had done, and had to go back and start over. I became disoriented, and had to do the floor twice. I paid extra attention to the toilet bowl, and then the bathtub. I was just finishing the sink for the second time, when I heard the birds singing outside, and a few minutes later the front door opened and I heard Maxine and Stacy enter. They puttered around downstairs for a few moments, the I heard them coming upstairs. Maxine's voice became distinguishible. "I know he's done a great job . . ."

"I don't know, Maxine," said Stacy in a skeptical, challenging way.

"I'm just betting that he didn't let me down."

I knew that I was in for it if she didn't like the work I had done.

I heard them reach the top step and turn to the bathroom. They suddenly stopped in their tracks and were silent. I heard Maxine sigh in dissappointment, and the Stacy giggled. "I told you he'd fuck up. He just doesn't give a shit."

I was silent, and began to tremble. Through the mask, I started pleading. "I did my best. I've been working all night long, and I couldn't see anything. I tried my hardest, but I can't see the dirt. Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything, please, please." and I broke down sobbing. "I beg of you." I wailed.

Maxine just let me cry, and the waiting was interminable. I was petrified at what they would do to me now, as Maxine was obviously furious.

Finally, I heard Maxine's heels stepping closer to me. "Honey, when will you realize that I love you very much, but that I won't be humiliated by you in front of my friends. Obviously giving pain doesn't work. How about if I take away your pleasure. What if I locked your cock up again until you improved your behavior?"

I just shook my head. "Please don't, Divinity."

Maxine walked around for a moment. I heard the authoritative, yet lazy clicking of her heels on the tile bathroom floor. "It's choice time again. You decide what it will be." I heard her light a cigarette and move closer. "You choose between my either locking your cock up until I see fit to release you, or getting a new brand on each cheek. The choice is fully up to you."

Maxine was deliberately standing close to me while I decided my fate. She was brushing up against me, and deliberately inflaming me. But I had made my choice. The pain of the brand was unbearable, and I would do anything in the world to avoid it. But I would crumble if I weren't allowed sexual release.

"Well, should I let Stacy make the choice?"

I panicked. "No! Please brand me, and leave my cock free."

"Say it correctly." Maxine said very quietly.

"No, Goddess Maxine, Divinity. Please brand me and leave my cock free."

"If that will make you happy." Maxine said, and she helped me to my feet and brought me into the bedroom where I was tied over the arm chair again. Maxine said aside to Stacy. "He even begs for the pain."

After getting the branding iron, and selecting the "X" in her name, there were no preliminaries. They each stood behind me and strangely carressed my ass and legs. Stacy sighed, began playing with my ass, and then said to Maxine, "Did you ever fist him?"

After a pause, Maxine replied. "I'm going to get around to it soon, unless that's something you might want to do."

They laughed, and Stacy replied "I just might. It's a very personal thing though."

Again, I smelled the coils of the branding iron, but this time, I wouldn't be able to see my tormenters.

"You want to do one this time, Stacy?" Maxine asked.

"I'll do the second one. Just walk me through it." Stacy sat on my back, and held me down, and I felt her hands all over me. Maxine was also touching me, but on my ass, and then, in a flash, the blinding pain of the branding iron on my ass. I screamed and went into semi-consciousness. They gave me time to regroup, which I would not have preferred, and then they began the torment.

Maxine leaned and whispered in my ear. "You know, you can get out of all of this terrible torture. Just give us a 20- minute confession of what a despicable creature you are. A total confession from childhood of everything you ever did wrong. Start now, and if we're amused, I won't give you the other brand . . . this time."

I breathed heavily because Stacy was on my back. Maxine grabbed my ass with one hand, and readied to burn me again, so I started immediately.




Denial Ch. 11



I began when I was a child and had almost drowned a playmate. Of the time I broke a car window, threw a hammer at my little sister. The two women just listened to me, like priests in the confessional. I then moved on to my marriage, and that's when Maxine began correcting me.

"Why are you a slave, insect?"

I paused, and Maxine gave my new brand a sharp slap.

"Answer me, vermin!" She shouted, and I felt Stacy laughing.

"This is such fun, Max." Stacy said.

"Maybe the bug thinks so too, and that's why he's not answering." Maxine said to Stacy.

I finally found an answer. "Because I didn't please you, Divinity."

"Very good. But that's not the only answer. Tell Stacy about your dick. Do you know it's so ineffectual that it's the reason why I turned off to you almost immediately. It might have been almost adequate if you knew how to use it, but you didn't."

I had to just take it.

"Why don't you just cut the thing off?" Stacy added.

There was then silence, during which I began to panic. Would she do that? But Maxine answered the question.

"No. It's better this way. It's no harm to me if he keeps it. No woman would want it anyway. And besides, if I rent him out, a mistress or master might want him with a dick, such as it is. We might want to torture it. And I can even have Regina do some experiments on it, or modify it."

There was another silence during which my heart was beating in my head.

"Max?" Stacy said, "Can I tell you something honestly?"

"Always, lover." Maxine answered lovingly.

"I'm a little embarrassed, but . . ."

"What, Stace?"

"Well," Stacy started. "I'm still very jealous of him. I mean, he é  your husband."

"Husband? This bug is my SLAVE. I'm God to him. There is no husband/wife relationship except to make my ownership legal."

"But you've shared so much. I'm jealous that you'll break up with me, and go back with him."

"But Stacy, that's ridiculous. He doesn't turn me on."

Stacy shifted on my back. "Look, I've seen his cock. It's not as deficient as you say. One night you just might reconsider, and make love with him."

"I won't Stacy. I'm turned on to you, not him." Maxine said softly.

"I wish there were a way for me to be sure." I could hear Stacy's wheels turning, but Maxine apparantly didn't.

Again there was silence. Then Maxine spoke. "Are you saying that I would betray you."

"Well you might not be able to resist him. I mean he does have a cock. And I bet this bastard even stays up nights jerking off thinking about fucking you, and all. I hate his cock for that." Stacy reasoned.

"What are you saying. That I should cut it off?" Maxine asked, and her voice got trembly again, as it did whenever she got hot. "I'll do it, you know, if it means keeping you."

I learned that I should remain silent, and that I could only make matters worse.

Stacy shifted again, sitting heavily on my back. "It DOES make me feel more secure. And maybe as a last resort." This was it. They were going to castrate me. I was trembling in fear, but held my tongue. Then Stacy spoke again. "But there IS another answer. Why not lock him away again?"

I groaned, and Maxine lost her temper, and swatted me quickly five times on the new brand. My brain turned to mush, and I howled as she yelled. "Shut your fucking mouth."

There was silence again, then Maxine asked. "Would that make you feel more secure?"

"Well, somewhat, I guess. . ." Stacy answered.

"What would make you most secure?" Maxine asked her.

"Well . . . If I had control over the key. That way, I'd know that you would never yield to the temptation of his cock, and that he would never be able to jerk off thinking about you. I'd be a custodian of his cock, and it would help me gain respect with him."

Maxine was silent, then spoke. "Stacy, if that makes you happy, then we'll do it. But I'm going to do it alone. Just him and me."

They both left the room, and when Maxine came back, she had a brass version of the other cock cage. As she approached me, she almost looked sad. "Honey, I'm sorry, but Stacy wants your cock locked away. I thought it would work out to leave you free, but I guess it won't. I have to do this for her, but as a reward, I'm going to let you have one more orgasm. It may be your last orgasm ever, so make it a good one."

Maxine then told me to lie down, and she hiked up her skirt to expose herself. She squatted over me, and slowly lowered her ass onto my mouth. "Get a good taste. Is this a turn- on?"

She began to flex her anus, and I got to the inside of her ass. "Make yourself come," Maxine ordered. I began to stroke myself, and a moment later. "Hurry up, damn it. Quickly."

I then put myself into gear, and began to pump myself quickly to orgasm. The rushing made it a weak one. Maxine got up, smoothed her skirt and looked down at me. "I'm sorry it turned out this way, sweetheart. But now it's Stacy's choice when you come again."

I nodded, and when the lock was about to go into place, Maxine called for Stacy, who came in a moment later.

"Do you want to lock it, Stace."

"Yes. I would."

Very ceremoniously, Stacy then closed the cock cage, and she and Maxine began walking out of the room. As she walked out the door, Stacy turned to me, gave a half smile, and fingered the key around her neck. "You're mine now."



Denial: First Comes Addiction



Mark ran a website design business from home. His wife Janine was a fairly successful horticulturist specializing in several exotic flower species and selling them to high class florist shops and also did consulting for a successful interior decorating firm. 

Mark was nothing special to look at, though not very athletic he was lean. Janine had a great figure and was often described as stunning. She took pride in how she presented herself both professionally and socially and was frequently brought in as a design and decorating consultant for high-class clients. As a result of her decorating and floral work she frequently received invitations to social events in the area and was generally well thought of in the community.

Recently Mark had gotten a series of projects for large sites on a short deadline and had been working all hours of the day paying little attention to Janine or anything else for that matter. 

Janine thought, since she had a little extra free time, because it was winter, perhaps if she gave him some extra attention she may get some in return and so she spent a week treating him as near royalty. 

Throughout the week, she had a big breakfast ready for him when he awoke, brought him drinks and snacks throughout the day, and even gave him back massages every night as he went to sleep. And though she got one or two thanks in the whole week nothing changed.

The next week while she was having lunch with her friend Kathleen, she mentioned her recent troubles with Mark, how he was ungrateful and inattentive. 

Kathleen said, "I had the same problem, but with a little discipline, you can change any man. In fact, I was able to overcome my marital issues once I started making enough money that I could support us on my own . Through a bit of creative discipline I forced him to be attentive to my needs and begin taking care of the house as well." 

Taking a breath, Kathleen contemplated whether or not to share how things had truly changed in her marriage. Revealing the changes in her marriage was not something she did lightly, since sometimes the adverse reactions had cost her a friend or two.

After making up her mind, she continued, "All it really took was the right lure and a little denial to bring about great changes and then enjoy my new life."

Kathleen eyes widened as she saw a clock and realized she was late for an appointment, "I'm sorry, but I have to go." 

Then added in a mysterious tone, "If you are interested in pursuing a bit of creative discipline, you should stop by on tonight around eight and I could fill you in on exactly how everything changed for me and if you're still interested we can discuss things a bit further."

That night as Mark sat in front of his screen again Janine went to visit Kathleen. 

Once she arrived at Kathleen's house, she was immediately greeted by Kathleen and invited inside. The whole house was artfully lit by candlelight Janine noticed, as she was led to well lit living room. 

Kathleen, with a cherry attitude, began, "If you like you're cold we can sit beside the fire, otherwise I've had the big comfy chairs moved, so we can have drinks while we talk." 

"Umm, I don't mean to sound rude or presumptuous but I'm not into you like that." Janine said. 

"Why do you say that?" Kathleen asked sounding a bit confused, and then smiled as she realized what must've been going through Janine's mind. 

With an attitude of mirth and dismissal she continued, "Oh, the candles, and the fire, and I even offered drinks, I'm sorry. I seem to have a knack for missing the obvious. The house isn't set up for a date; it's setup for my personal time. The house is setup like this three days a week for three or four hours. It's just my time to relax and release some stress; my husband sets up the house and candles."

"Really? He does all this? Your house is beautiful and I don't think there's a thing out of place, unlike my own home." Janine commented in awe. 

"Actually nothing is out of place, I checked it myself. With 'creative discipline' sometimes you have to focus on the discipline aspect, to make sure everything stays in line. I couldn't have my husband getting bored. Sometimes a little work is needed to keep cabin fever away. My husband doesn't get out much anymore."

Curious, Janine asked, "So what does this creative discipline you keep mentioning involve? I mean is it like spanking or BDSM or something?" . 

"No, not really, I mean sometimes at first there is a little bondage involved but nothing like the masks and whips that usually come to mind when BDSM is mentioned." Kathleen replied.

"'Sometimes' there is bondage? Have you done this a lot, Kathleen?" 

"Well no and yes. By no I mean I have only done it to my husband, but yes I have helped and given advice to a few women on how to improve their life. It is a little 'out there' but if you give it a little try you may find it's to your tastes. If not, well not everything is for everyone."

Expectantly Janine replied, "Okay, I'm open-minded let's hear it."

"Okay, first, it's a bit easier to display the results than to tell you how everything will end up, but it will probably be a bit of a shock. So, if you could give it three or four minutes before making a comment, to give you time to process everything it would be better."

"Okay I'm game, mums the word. Lets see it, Kathleen."

Kathleen raised her voice a bit speaking over her shoulder towards the hallway, "Honey, we are ready for the drinks." A moment later a lady walked in with two cosmopolitans and a small tray of finger sandwiches. 

As the woman came in, she smiled and her eyes lit up with happiness when Janine looked up and thanked her as she came in. After she placed the drinks and sandwiches on the table between Janine and Kathleen, she took a step back and courtesied to Kathleen and said "If it pleases my lady, I brought out some sandwiches as well." 

Kathleen smiled and crooked her finger towards her, beckoning her closer, and then kissed her, grabbed her ass, and said "Thank you love, I'll call if I need anything." And with that the woman, beaming a beautiful smile left the room. 

Janine sat there in a stunned silence, with the sudden revelation that Kathleen was a lesbian, she was uncertain what to say. As the woman had entered the room, Janine noticed her clothing was extra frilly, everything had lace at the fringes, and her dress was very tight and short, as if intending to broadcast intimate intentions. 

"Janine dear, I know what you saw must surprise you, Justine and all." She waved her hand toward where the lady had just left and continued, "But this is not what you think. Justine is simply my husband, Justin, with some time, energy, and a little creative discipline. Now she is a wonderful doll."

"I'm not looking for a wife Kathleen, just an improved relationship with my husband. I'm not into lesbian sex." Janine said quite directly.

Emphatically, Kathleen responded "Nor am I, I have always had exactly what I wanted. It's Justine who's given stuff up and by giving various things up, we've grown closer and he's almost as in tune with what I want and need as I am. It's been absolutely fantastic."

Kathleen sensing Janine's unease with the situation continued explaining, "Just so you understand, I've given my husband the option to be the way things were or to continue as I molded him and he chose to continue as I molded him instead of going to what he once was. It's never been the wrapper of clothes and appearance that makes a person who they are, but how they act and behave. People can change it just takes the right encouragement."

Janine, trying to gain a bit of understanding, asked, "I'm confused and a bit scatterbrained by everything maybe you can explain a bit of the process from the beginning? How did a husband ever become the lovely Justine?" 

"Of course, I'll try to explain it as best I can, Janine. It has always been based on denial of pleasure, it's amazing what you can accomplish once you master that basic concept. Basically, My husband was extra macho and rude. When I denied him sex since his attitude was unacceptable he began to take care of things himself, if you catch my meaning."

A hint of anger at the recollection tainted her voice as Kathleen continued, "I even caught him once and told him to stop, which he didn't. So a few nights later when he had passed out after drinking to much, I locked him in a chastity device. I also took some pictures of him in rather compromising positions and when he woke up he found copies of the pictures on the bed around him and a chastity device on him."

"I told him that if he was good and listened that I would let him out. It probably didn't hurt that I wore my most evocative clothing while convincing him to do what I wanted. Someone once told me, 'Speak directly to the sex drive and it'll override all their common-sense' and so it did."

"Long story, short, basically I kept humiliating him by degrees till he was in to deep to get out and then molded him into something wonderful. Everything he had been became everything he began to hate. Now I couldn't make him change back if i tried. It wasn't a fast process and the first few months I think it was harder on me than it was him. But in the end everything has gotten much better." Kathleen concluded.

"What was it that inspired you to change him, like this?" Janine wondered. "I mean making a guy a girl doesn't exactly follow conventional logic."

"Well I had been tired of being treated as a second class person and found a support website for women in the same position. Most people were supporting divorce or separation, but there was also a group who had changed there relationship for the better and this was how a few of them had done it. I loved Justin to much to want to leave. I knew the goodness was in him, if I could find it. I still don't know what drove him to become a jerk, but it is gone now. All I have now is my lovely attentive Justine."

After thinking for a moment Janine asked, "What exactly did you 'do' to him, I didn't even realize that Justine was a he."

Gazing into the fire, she continued, "Well Justine's had a lot of time to practice feminine ways, so it's not surprising you didn't notice right away. Originally, I had him take lessons online on how to behave feminine at some obedience site. Then I had him start taking herbal supplements for estrogen and it really mellowed him out and we got to know each other better." 

A bit distracted Kathleen continued, "Over time his male wardrobe has been replaced and now the breasts are his own due to hormone therapy not silicon falsies. He still has his dick I didn't take that and the breasts help him blend in better than the falsies and have the added benefit of being highly sensitive for teasing. His voice is still his own he just has greater range now and can sound like a man or woman through some training. But it wasn't instant, it was probably a year or two before he would even remotely blend in. It's been eight years since Justine first answered to that name, now she goes by nothing else."

"So that's the story Janine, that's what's possible now. There are different ways to approach everything, but only you can find what's best for you."

Janine leaned over conspiratorially and said "Well I can't say your method doesn't intrigue me, but I've got a few more questions as to specifics."

"I'll answer as much as I can" said Kathleen and they continued to talk for quite a while before Janine left for a home that would soon change for the better.

Over the next three weeks Janine began acquiring things in preparation for what was to come, hoping the whole while things would change, but they didn't. Finally she had gotten everything in place and Mark completed his most recent job and finally had time available. So Janine jumped at the chance and started putting her plan into motion. Her plan was three phases addiction, humiliation, and conversion, and then allow him to choose how things began.

Since Mark had been ignoring Janine she thought she could make things better by changing him but first she needed to addict him to something, only to deny him that later, and sex was the best tool around.

Janine had gotten her chance to begin working on Mark when his work completed. She said "I've been thinking, since you spend so much time in front of the computer maybe we should include it in sex." 

Mark a bit curious said "Okay sure whatever you want to try" 

So they went to the computer room and Janine pulled up something on the computer then turned to Mark and demanded, "Unzip your pants and sit in the chair." 

"Okay." he said looking about nervously.

"I want you to start reading the story I just pulled up. I'll be right back in a few minutes, you start reading." Janine said.

Mark began to read as Janine left. Janine had left him a story of a cross-dressing man and his wife. The more he read the more explicit and erotic the writing became till he was getting hard in spite of himself, then Janine walked in. 

Janine was wearing a red lacy bra and panties, black thigh high nylons, and heels that made her look even more seductive. "Keep reading don't just stop to look at me, you haven't looked at me in a while anyway. Soon we are going to find a new you who's a bit more attentive, but first we take care of a few prerequisites." 

Mark did as he was told and continued reading. Slowly he became increasingly aroused as the imagery portrayal of the story became more evocative.

Janine looked at him and then his cock, then in dulcet tones said "My! I didn't know that reading would get to you but I guess you like the story. Let me take care of that for you." She knelt down and began caressing his cock in her hands and when he looked away from the screen she said "Read the story, remember I wanted to change things up a little. Read the whole story." 

Mark kept reading and was continually distracted by his engorged cock and the subtle motions of Janine caressing it. 

Not stopping a moment Janine teased, "You keep getting distracted mark, start reading out loud, maybe then you'll stay focused." As Mark began reading out, loud Janine stepped up the intensity of her actions. 

Mark continued reading thoroughly aroused and, as the intimate sex portion began in the erotic novelette, Janine leaned over and put her warm moist mouth over his dick and began to lick, suck, and hum. 

Mark kept reading though his words began to be punctuated by ever increasing gulps for air as she brought him closer to the edge. When he got to the part of the story where the guy was being fucked by his wife with a strap-on, Janine brought him cascades of pleasure as she hummed him straight through his orgasm. 

Mark took a breath, "That was amazing", he said.

"Then we'll keep doing it kinda like this for a while before I mix it up some more," Janine said with a smile on her lips.

Over the next two weeks this continued every single day he would read a new story about feminization or sissification, and cross-dressing fantasies., though she was slowly having him read it in less and less clothing till he was naked. After two weeks of this he had just stepped into the shower and she joined him. 

"Is there room for two?" Janine asked

"Of course there is!" Mark said

"I've got a new soap I want you to try, and I thought I would be the first to put it on you, so you'll think of me in the shower. It smells like melon."

"Sure, why not, melon sounds good." Mark replied. 

"Mind if I point the shower at the wall while I soap you up? I really didn't plan on washing my hair today." Janine said with an innocent smile.

"Not a problem." Mark replied. So he let her soap in up and she even gave him a partial massage on his legs, arms, chest, etc. 

"I'll just step out now so you can rinse off, it kinda smells different than I thought though." Janine said as she stepped out of the shower. 

Mark began to rinse off and to his surprise his body hair was all washed away and dissolved. His body was absolutely smooth and, though he enjoyed the sensation, he was a bit irate with the trick. When he walked out of the bathroom he noticed Janine sitting on the bed in her sluttiest black lingerie. The visual enticement and the smoothness of his skin made him begin to be slightly aroused and before he knew it he already was partially erect. 

Janine began apologetically, "I'm sorry for the trick but I wondered how it would be if we were both smooth." Then she walked up to Mark and looked him in the eye and placed her hand around his hardening cock. 

She whispered in his ear seductively, "Do you want it here in the bedroom .. or .. while reading a story?" At which point, his dick grew harder from the story and sex conditioning of the last two weeks. "Oh dear! I think your dick just voted to read, very interesting. Let's follow your libido; let's go to the computer room." 

So they went to the computer room and she had a story already up on the computer screen. Once he started reading she began right away to put her lips around his cock and lick and tease till he was near coming and then asked, "Do you mind if I try something just a bit different?" 

He agreed, "Oh yes, anything you want love!" 

With that she briefly left the room and came back with a pair of black thigh highs dangling from her hands. "I love the feel of nylons and I think you might like it too. So I'm going to put these on you, okay?" 

After a few seconds of hesitation, Mark agreed, "Yes, love anything you want, clothes don't really matter."

Seductively, she replied, "Oh, I think you may change your mind on that particular idea." Then she slid the nylons slowly up both of his newly, smooth legs and rubbed them up and down, as she did this his dick grew harder and began throbbing.

Surprised by this sudden unfamiliar and intense sensation exclaimed, "Oh my God! This is absolutely sensational, why have we not done this before? I love the way it feels as you slide your skin across my legs!"

"Oh, I see you like this, we'll definitely have to keep this up." Janine purred and then began to suck his cock while rubbing his legs. 

After Mark came, Janine looked up and said, "Stay smooth and you can expect more of this, nylons look goofy over hair, and I wouldn't want you to look goofy. I think you look kind of cute like this." 

Over the next week he continued using the hair removing creme, whenever his hair began to grow out, and they continued to use nylons and erotic stories as she gave him oral sex. 

After a week had passed she began to monitor his computer history, and more, more frequently he had been going to websites and reading stories without her. All about forced feminization and sissification, mostly related to female dominance. After this discovery, she decided it was time finish the addiction and move on to humiliating him into a corner, before the real work of converting him could occur.

Janine came in one day while he was in the shower. "I've laid out some clothes for you on the bed. When you get out, get dressed in them and wait a few minutes. I'll be right back. There is something to read on the table if you get bored." After that she walked out. 

When Mark was done with his shower, he got out and went to the bed to get dressed and found an entire female outfit including breast forms. He was very excited as he put on the pink lace panties and bra and then slid in the breast forms and he modeled them in the mirror to himself. 

A bit disgusted with the masculine bulge in the panties he tucked his cock back to effect a more feminine appearance. Then put on the thigh-high black lace nylons, running his hands up and down them causing erotic thoughts to leap to his mind. Finally, he put on the short black dress and heels and twirled before the mirror ignoring the imperfections and marveling at how feminine it was possible to look and feel.




Denial: First Comes Addiction



He then noticed a bag on the bed with some makeup and perfume which he tried to apply, but without prior instruction, failed at it miserably and ended up looking like something from the rocky horror picture show. 

After a while and Janine came back and first laughed at his makeup and then showed him where she kept makeup remover. After removing the ghastly job he had done to himself, Janine applied makeup to him and instructed him on how each was to be done. 

When she was finished he looked fairly feminine. She began massaging his cock through the dress and running her foot up and down the nylons while pouting her lips. 

"My god, you're just absolutely adorable, Like my own personal dress up doll!" Janine said excitedly and pleadingly she continued, "Would you dress like this for the next week for me, just a week I'd love to have some fun with you. All in the house no one needs to know." 

Mark agreed, "Oh yes my love, it feels absolutely fantastic! I love the way it makes me look, though, there are a few things I think need a bit of change." 

After his agreement they had actual sex the the first time in months, but she kept him dressed up the whole time simply lifted the dress and rode on top. To encourage his positive opinion of his new clothing, Janine continued telling him how great he looked and how much she adored him. 

They continued the stories and computer blow jobs during the rest of the week though he was now constantly in female clothing and makeup that had been bought for him. He had fully allowed her to treat him as a dress up doll during the week, enjoying his new-found feminine side. On the last day of the week, she had drinking alcoholic mixed drinks around noon, quickly became drunk, and when he woke up the next day he found that his world had changed.

(To be continued .. Denial: Second Comes Humiliation)

Author's Note: This is my first time writing this style story and first time posting any story, let me know what you think.



Denial Games Day 01



I don't post a lot of things here because posting isn't a primary interest of mine, but I do like sharing stories with the rest of you, especially those of you who have similar tastes.

We still haven't taken the big step of meeting up face-to-face with the German couple we'd been swapping stories with, but their website seems to still be going strong, so who knows what the future might hold?

After the last post (October!), we received several emails asking whether or not we were going to continue playing with orgasm denial. I have to admit I was on the fence, Suzi's delightful when she cums, but what I've found out over the last few months is that she's even more delightful when she gets just...that...close but no further.

Anyway, I promised I'd give an update on how things have been going, so I'd better get started.

First off, Suzi has only cum twice since January 1. It's now mid-March, so that's pretty significant - for us anyway. Things are still pretty intense sexually and I'm getting to be more and more a fan of this denial game. We're having it on an average of three or four times a week, time permitting, and I spend a good amount of time going down on her. It gives me a much more direct measure of exactly when to speed up, when to slow down, and when to stop.

My favorite thing, though, is teasing her in public. Last weekend, for example. We started the day at around 8 a.m. with a light breakfast, then off to the shower. She's been sleeping with her hands restricted (duct taped (!) to her thighs) and I always took special care in the morning to massage her wrists and forearms. We always use cellophane to keep the tape from chafing, but I still feel like I owe her a little bit of comfort in the mornings. Plus, I can keep an eye on her in the shower.

After a long shampoo and scalp massage, I soaped every inch of her - head to toe. The water was just-less-than-uncomfortably hot, she stood with her arms raised, hands clasped around the base of the shower-head. The hot water hit the back of her head and streamed down her body, I knew the sensation of those rivulets were doing their magic. At the same time, my hands were everywhere, the soap slick and bubbly underneath my fingers. I'd cup her breasts, massage them, scratch lightly at the nipples, listening to her breathing get quicker and quicker. As I made my way down her body, I'd push her feet just a bit wider apart so the water that ran down her back would find its way onto her inner thighs, then down her legs.

I rinsed my hands and then cupped them between her legs. The warm water pooled in my palm. I pressed it up into her crotch, fingers sliding between the lips, fingertip touching the stiff and engorged clitoris. I leaned into the shower, nibbled her ear a bit, worked my finger in circles between her legs. Her knees bent slightly and she leaned forward into my hand. I listened carefully to hear her breath, it was my best indicator of how close she was getting. Just before what I considered the point of no return, I withdrew my hand and reached for the soap. Suzi lowered her head, not speaking, just sucking the air in long and shuddering breaths.

I edged her two more times, then turned off the water and handed her a towel. She stepped out of the shower and I turned it back and showered myself. It felt incredible. I sniffed my fingers, then soaped them again to get rid of the residual scent.

The weather was average for this time of year and I had her dress in a skirt, stockings, heels, and one of my shirts. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of Lady Calston panties, I had the remote control in my pocket. Before we left the house, I edged her again just to make sure everything was in place.

We waited for the taxi to arrive, she standing at full attention at the front door, feet together, arms behind her back, mouth slightly open. I poured another glass of orange juice for myself and watched her from the kitchen. She just glowed with an air of erotic submission that made me want to head back into the bedroom and spend the day there. But, I had a mission and I intended to complete it.

Once or twice while waiting for the taxi, I walked up behind her and kissed her on the shoulder or the neck and felt he small shudder race through her body. I knew what was going on, she'd told me. Even this far into the game, over eight weeks and counting, her body still wasn't convinced that the next touch wouldn't lead to orgasm. She lay in bed with me about two weeks ago and confessed it. It made my hunger for this game that much stronger.

I would have thought she'd reach an equilibrium point and her craving would recede, but it seemed just the opposite. I'd read about something like this before. Operant conditioning. Evidently, an occasional but unpredictable payoff reinforces behavior much more strongly than a regular payoff. Her body knew that even if her mind didn't want to.

We taxied to the center of town where I'd planned to put on the show. After paying the taxi driver, I found the coffee shop I was looking for. We crossed the street and entered. The two men were already there, sitting near the door, sipping espressos. Expensively dressed, which made sense to me. They'd each 'donated' $500 for this show and I could tell it hadn't put a dent in either of their wallets.

I nodded slightly, not enough for Suzi to notice. She ordered and paid for two cappuccinos and we settled onto stools near the front window, a regular spot for us. I made small-talk for a while, observations about some of the passersby, the shops across the street. She sipped her coffee, talking casually as well. We were in the game but still felt informal and friendly.

While she was answering a question of mine about one of the cars that had gone by, I noticed her face freeze for just an instant, then a small smile play across her lips. Her voice went slightly soft and I knew the RC had been activated. I pointed at a man walking across the street, made a joke about his tie. She was quiet. I noticed her breathing had changed and her body tensed just a bit. After a few more minutes, she leaned forward a bit more, turned her head toward me. "It's good," she whispered. "I'm close..."

I smiled, then slowly placed my hands on the counter in front of me. I opened my right hand and showed her the RC. She looked at it, puzzled. The dial clearly pointed to OFF. She closed her eyes and shifted her body as the motor between her legs shifted from low into high. I leaned in closer to her and started whispering:

"I want you to turn around slowly in your chair...good, face the room...good, very good." she looked out into the room, eyes widening. I could tell from the way her neck was flushed that she was close to an orgasm. Quietly I continued. "Open your legs." She looked at me, but then turned back again, staring into the room. She spread her feet slightly. The skirt, which was just short of knee length, slid up a few inches. She looked at me again, this time, her nostrils slightly flared and her breath coming quicker. "How?"

I nodded at the two men who were sitting at the table nearest us. One of them, the younger of the two, probably mid-twenties, smiled and showed her the RC unit in his hand. "Having fun?" he asked out loud. Suzi turned toward me and smiled. With a slight tremble in her voice, she whispered "always your little toy, aren't I?" I reached out and stroked her cheek. She leaned against me, turned her mouth up and kissed my hand. "Am I going to cum?" she whispered to me. I shook my head and she let out a tiny squeal.

We played with her for half an hour until finally the men either had enough or got bored. I'm not sure which, it didn't matter. They took her to their car where she gave them both head, then we went back and finished our coffee.



Denial Of Sexual Gratification



He walked into the room where dinner was already waiting for him. He had requested that I leave my face natural, with no make up, and to wear something light and pretty. I stood there wearing a black dress with small flowers on it trimmed in black lace with nothing underneath. 

I was so excited to make dinner for my Dom. To be able to cook for him, serve him and please his palate making him feel relaxed and satisfied was indulging my favorite fantasy. Just having him give me permission to do this for him made me so incredibly wet, and I was so excited while doing it that I was shaking the whole time I was cooking.

We sat at the table, and we began the meal with me feeding him. He had me cut each bite and feed him. After some time, he decided he wanted to feed me, and that was more arousing and pleasing to both of us. We enjoyed taking our time to taste and appreciate everything when we ate together. In general, we cherish this precious time we get to spend together after what seems like an unbearable absence.

After we finished, we walked into the bedroom and he laid down on my bed. He told me to lie next to him and rest my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. I loved this. I felt so safe and loved. I had told him earlier that I would love for him to read to me. It is so incredibly arousing to hear him speak and educate me. He picked up a book he was having me read and read aloud to me. I looked up adoringly at him while he read and my hand trembled with feeling the vibrations on his chest. He wanted to move, so he sat up and walked to my chair.

He sat on my large chair. He loves my chair. It feels like a throne to him and I am so eager to kneel before him and worship him. He told me to untie and remove his shoes and place them aside. I was then instructed to remove his socks, then his shirt and his pants. I took my time with each movement, taking my task of undressing my Dom very seriously, and becoming incredibly aroused, by touching his clothes, feeling his skin and serving him. He left his boxer briefs on and told me to place my chin on the edge of the chair so he could place his balls right on top of my face. I placed my hands on his knees like he had asked and placed my chin close to him as he rolled his hips up and rest his balls on my face. He told me to look up at him. I looked him right in the eyes. I hated this. His cock so close to my mouth and I wasn't allowed to see or taste it. I stayed still, keeping my eyes on his with my attention focused and my facial expression in a firm look of anger but acceptance. He loves torturing me. 

He told me to take off his boxer briefs. My hands shook as I slid my fingers underneath his waistband and slid off his boxers down his hips and down his legs. I sat there, staring at his already hard cock. This I really hated, but I obeyed. He wanted to torture me some more and asked me to place my mouth around his cock and stay there. I opened my mouth wide and slid my head down his shaft making sure that my tongue and lips barely touched him. My head stopped once my lips reached his body and his head was down my throat. His cock felt warm and smooth in my mouth. He asked me to moan. I moaned loudly, my voice muffled from the cock in my mouth. He told me not to move. He picked up the book and began reading again. I sat there, holding his cock in my mouth, my eyes averted and my face relaxed. I was so thankful to have his cock in my mouth, to have it resting on my tongue and in my eager mouth which was salivating. I felt a sting of frustration that I couldn't move. I wanted to close my mouth around his cock and suck it. I wanted to press my tongue to his shaft and lick it from base to tip. I wanted to enjoy it to its full potential, but this was not about what I wanted, about what pleases my Dom, and he wanted me to hold still. 

He had asked me a question, which again was a muffled answer. He asked me to move my mouth around his cock to answer, which I did. I then heard that awful tone in his voice where I knew I had done something wrong. He asked me, if I had moved. I didn't understand. I had done what I thought he had asked me to do and terror struck in my chest. 

He told me to release my mouth. I lifted my head up and off of him, a pool of spit running out of my mouth. I instantly lowered my head, waiting for a punishment. He told me to lick his scrotum from underneath and all around it until he told me to stop. He picked up the book and continued reading. My tongue ran deep and slow, from underneath up between his balls and up his sack. He was squirming with each lick and having difficulty reading. Even though this was supposed to be humiliating, and an incredible tease, I loved it. I love to make my Dom's entire body spasm just with my tongue. My tongue was caressing every inch of him, in straight lines, in circles, slow, fast, sometimes soft or firm. I loved it. After a while, he had asked me what I could have done differently when answering him with his cock in my mouth. I sat there clearly confused since I thought I had obeyed his instructions. I told him that I thought I had done what he had asked of me. He then clarified that my actions were not done out of disobedience, but out of misunderstanding. He sat up and hunched his body over to come close to me and he held my face. He told me that it was okay. He soothed me, comforted me, and told me that I wasn't to be punished over a misunderstanding. 

He then pressed his finger to my lips and I felt my lips pucker toward it in an instant. It was reflex, and I knew that I was in trouble. My eyes widened with fear as a devious grin formed across his face. He said calmly that that was no misunderstanding. I said that it wasn't and closed my eyes preparing for the inevitable. I felt a quick slap across my face. I sat there; quiet and my eyes began to well up with tears. I truly hate being punished, not because of the physical pain, but I hate to disappoint my Dom. I adore him and want nothing more than to please him. I was overwhelmed with disappointment and anger with myself for acting without his permission. 

He stood up from the chair and when to lie on my bed. He asked me to straddle him. As I sat on top of him, he kissed and caressed my skin. He slowly unzipped the back of my dress and continued touching me. My delicate satin flowered dress was hiked up by my hips resting on my spread out thighs. My back was exposed as the dress hung over one of my shoulders revealing my chest. He wanted to make me feel like the slut that I am in a pretty dress, and it was incredibly hot. He continued to touch my skin and run his hands all under my dress all over my naked body underneath. He told me to lie on my back where he spread my legs apart. My body was fully exposed to him. It was becoming very clear to me that this evening was all about teasing me. He straddled my chest, and lubed up my tits and his cock. He told me to press my tits together. He slid his hard cock between my breasts. My whole body shuddered. I was overwhelmed with wanting him to fuck me, but I had never had my tits fucked before. I was anxious and excited and loved to see his body on top of mine. He lowered his body onto me and slide his cock between my tits and began fucking my tits slowly. They were so wet that he kept slipping out, so I folded my fingers together to hold him onto my chest. I was keeping my tits firm together as he started pumping his cock into me again, this time in a smooth, even pace.

I could feel every vein in his cock slide under my fingers. It was so incredibly hot. I thought I would be frustrated and teased that he wasn't fucking my wet pussy, but I was so excited and aroused and this was hotter than if he was fucking my throbbing cunt. He rolled his hips into me and I moaned his name. I begged for him to cum on my chest. My body was craving his cum all over me. Instantly, I felt a warm pool of liquid spread across my chest and down to my shoulders. It was the hottest thing I have ever felt. My Dom moved down my body and began licking the cum off my chest. He told me to open my mouth, where he let the cum drop into my mouth to swallow. He tasted so fucking good. I've never felt so satisfied without being penetrated. 

That night, I lay next to him. He couldn't sleep. He kept telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me, but refused to satisfy either of our desires. Instead, he told me suck his cock until I made him hard. His cock felt incredible in my mouth, but although I wanted to keep sucking and licking it, as soon as it became hard, I obeyed and withdrew my mouth. I waited and saw as he made himself soft again. He then asked me to suck him until he was hard again. He kept doing this over and over. It was absolute torture, and I loved every minute of it. 

After very few hours of sleep, we woke up and I was allowed to bathe and dress him. This made me so happy. I loved serving and pampering my Dom. I prepared a hot shower for him. I ran my hands over him in the shower to wet his whole body. I washed his hair, then his face, and then soaped up his body. I felt soothed and blissful running my hands over his body. I knelt down to my knees to wash his legs and his cock delicately. Although I wanted his cock in my mouth and I wanted to bite and kiss his skin, the shower was sensual and erotic, and I focused my lust for him. I dried every inch of him and then led him into my bedroom to dress him. 

He told me to put on his boxer briefs first, then his socks. My motions were slow and controlled. I took my task very seriously and with great pride and gratitude. I put on his shirt and buttoned it down. I slid on his pants and his belt. It actually aroused me more to dress my Dom then to undress him. He stood there as I dressed him, staring at me, watching my every movement. He wanted me to do everything for him, and I loved every second of serving him. I looked at him as I watched him leave to walk out the door for the day, and a tear ran down my cheek. The only time I feel whole is when I am serving him. It breaks my heart to see him leave me, but I know that while he is away from my sight, that his love for me remains, and that soothes my devoted submissive heart.



Denial: Second Comes Humiliation



Janine had been slowly beginning to work Mark over by using 'creative discipline' and during the last day she had developed her hold even further.

Mark woke up with DVDs and photo's laying around him showing himself in quite a few unsettling positions. He was sore all over and had a headache that let him know he drank far to much the day before. He was wearing a thin black babydoll which he had bought Janine months ago and had a pair of silicone breasts glued to his chest.

"Janine,... Janine, what happened yesterday?" Mark called out and was met by only silence. After which he took a quick look around and found he was the only one there.

Looking at the DVDs which were strewn about closer Mark realized they were all labeled as copies and had yesterdays date on them. Choosing one that said 'Miranda's Oath' he popped it into the bedroom TV and sat down to see what it was that had left him with such a headache. 

The movie started with a shot of Janine talking to someone holding the camera. "Is it on? Good. Little Miranda here had something she wanted to tell everyone. Go ahead Miranda tell them."

The camera panned across to show Mark in feminine attire laying across the couch in seductive pose. His nails and lips painted a deep lusty red and makeup applied flawlessly to his face, his eyebrows were high and curved in a feminine manner. He had on heels, fishnet tights and a slinky red dress.

He looked directly into the camera and purred, "Hi, I'm Miranda. I've been such a naughty girl, pretending to be a man when all I really was was a puppet without proper strings." Taking a deep breath and looking throughly satisfied Miranda glanced at someone behind the camera and back at the screen.

Then continued in with an expression of lustful satisfaction. "I've found my true puppet master and purpose. I will become a true sissy as she requires and I will not allow myself to go back to what I once was. Before this day is done, I will be certain that no one will change my mind." 

Licking her red lips and caressing her breasts Miranda said "I am a slut and will be a pantie slave and sissy to my love. I will not let myself become deluded that I am better than her." In a seductive manner Miranda licked her lips just as the movie ended.

Mark, confused and weary, looked around to see if any of the other DVDs laying around had a different name written on it. When he picked up a DVD labeled 'Permanent Reminder', he noticed a page written in his handwriting. Upon picking it up he felt the pit of his stomach sink.

The paper was a photocopy of a notebook page which was titled 'Confessions'. It was a log of all the times and customers who had been overcharged and why. There was the time he had charged twice as many hours as he had worked. How he had spent three quarters of his working time drawing doodles. Many other minor indiscretions were listed to intricate detail. With this list written in his own hand he could be looking at some serious jail time. It was signed Mark and then Miranda and there was a stain on the paper as well beside his signature. No telling what that was.

Scared by the number of things that seemed to be stacking against him Mark went put the DVD in hoping it had something benign but inside he was scarred to death it contained something far worse.

The DVD began with a shot a Janine stroking Miranda's back. Miranda was laying face down on a table in red lace panties and black fishnets. "Everything is going to be okay, you want this right? We can stop this still do you want to stop?" Janine whispered.

"No my love, I want to be everything for you. Since I have neglected you I deserve this, I want this as a permanent reminder that I'm yours and always less." Miranda said in an apologetic tone.

The scene shifted as if some time had passed. Miranda's face was exposed but a sheet lay draped across her back. "Lets see the work shall we" said an unknown female voice. 

As the camera approached a female hand removed the sheet revealing a tattoo of calligraphy on Miranda's lower back. It was drawn with three colors using pink, purple, and green ink. There was a delicate rose on one side of the calligraphy and a heart on the other. The word in the middle seemed to mark to make his heart stop it was short and read in large letters 'Sissy'.

Mark reached behind him, and as soon as he made contact with his back he felt the sensitive area and a bandage indicating it had all really happened. He shuddered as he thought of what else may be revealed on these DVDs.

There was only one more DVD with a unique name 'Innocence Lost' was its title. With sweaty palms and a heart that was racing Mark put it in to watch, to find out what thing he had done to warrant such a title for the video.

The movie started focused on Janine face. her luscious lips were a hypnotic shade of blood red; her hair was down and curled around her face innocently. "Miranda, My pretty little sissy are you ready to begin your new life? Can you handle what girls do?" Jenine said with a hint of mirth.

The camera then panned over to to include Miranda. She was dressed predominantly in white: white stud earrings, a broad white barrette pulling her hair back, red lips, a heart-shaped pink necklace with an inset pink stone, pale pink nails, an off the shoulder frilly, tight, short white blouse; a white miniskirt, white thigh-high fishnet nylons with pink bows at the top and white heels. "Yes, my love! I am ready to serve in anyway possible, I absolutely adore this outfit you picked for me! What shall we be doing next?" Miranda said excitedly.

Janine, removing a silken robe, revealed a black lace bodice and panties as she walked over and stood near a chair beckoning Miranda to come over. "Sissy, on your knees in front of me." she said forcefully.

"Slut, time to use that pretty little tongue of yours to get this party started right. If you can do it well I might have other surprises in-store for you." 

Miranda on her knees slid aside Janine's Panties and began to seductively slide her tongue up and down. The warmth of Janine filled Miranda with a strong need leading to longer, deeper caresses. Janine began to breathe quicker as Miranda continued both up and down and side to side slowly intensifying Janine's need. 

"Do it faster!" Janine urged breathlessly. "Do it harder! Sissy fuck me with your tongue and don't stop!" she demanded

Janine began to quiver pinning Miranda where she was until finally, in one wave of pure ecstasy she climaxed. "Stop now sissy, but don't get up, you're not done. I want those pretty little lips of yours to get some more work before we continue." she said in a whisper.

Janine knelt down beside Miranda and pulling a cloth from behind her began wiping Miranda's face. "You got your lipstick everywhere, we'll have to get a stay-put variety for you soon. There we go all better." 

From a bag beside her she pulled some lipstick and began to slowly reapply it to Miranda. Quietly she continued "Sissy, I want you to do something so you can understand more fully what it is like to be a woman. Just remember you are not to ever do this with a man, only with me, unless I say otherwise."

Janine stood up and pulled a strap-on out of the bag and slid it up her luscious legs and then demanded, "Sissy, now you learn something new. Lick and suck like you would like it done to you. I have done this many times before especially recently so ignorance is no excuse. Treat it like it's real and if you do it well I have one last surprise for you."

Miranda began to slowly lick the dick. Her tongue darting from between her cherry red lips caressing the strap-on as if it were real. Sucking on it as if it were the best lollipop ever. Janine encouraged, "Suck it honey, Don't you like it?"

"I love it, Janine, I don't want to stop" Miranda said plaintively between licks. "The more I suck the more I want it." Continuing to suck taking more and more of the cock into her mouth, Miranda's cock got hard and began peaking above her panties and skirt, precum glistening on the tip. 

Janine asked curiously, "Do you like cock? Would you like something a bit more fulfilling? Something to keep you a sissy forever?"

"Oh yes, I love cock I want to be a sissy forever I only want to be able to take it more." Miranda responded, lust and need in her response. "Please let me be a sissy!"

"Turn around then, I want you on all fours." Janine said, reaching in her bag. she pulled out a tube of lube and rubbed it over the end of the strap-on. She began rubbing Miranda's ass, massaging it. "Your tattoo is inspiring from this view, I like it, but this may hurt or feel a little odd at first, trust me though you'll learn to love it." 

She pulled Miranda's panties to her knees, leaving the skirt in place, and putting the head of the cock against Miranda's tight little asshole. Slowly she began pushing it in and out going slightly deeper each time.

Miranda began moaning and trying to take more and more inside each time. "Oh please, fuck me faster! Please fuck me deeper! It feels so good, I want more." she begged.

"Did I hear you right? You want more cock? Are you sure that's what you want?" Janine teased. Continuing to fuck Miranda harder and faster until the entire 6inch strap on was going in on every thrust.

"I want it more, I love the feel of cock I want to have it fuck me! I want to be fucked it feels so good I just want it more, I want it more than anything else right now. Please fuck me!" Miranda pleaded. 

Just then Miranda said "Slut, if you want it you'll have to work it on your own! Let's see if your a true sissy girl or not!" and immediately stopped moving, staying still with the cock only halfway inside Miranda.

Miranda squealed with frustration when everything stopped and very quickly began working it deeper herself, back and forth. Forcing herself all the way on the strap-on and nearly off again until screaming in ecstasy as she came. "God that was absolutely spectacular." she panted

Janine backed up and took off the strap-on leaving nothing but her perfect feminine body with black silk lingerie enhancing its effects. "I think that from now until I say otherwise if you want to come it'll have to be by strap-on, Miranda. I don't think the sissy in you would accept it if it was any other way."

"Thank you, my love. I will forever be your sissy." Miranda said, and then the video ended. 

Mark was beside himself after everything he saw and just sat in silent shock when Janine walked into the room a few minutes later. 

"It's amazing what hypnosis can do isn't it?" she chirped, "Just to remind you where you sit, I've got all these DVDs and the confession in a safe place to expose you to your friends, family, and the whole community if you decide to something brash later."

"So that's how you got me to do all that, hypnosis?" Mark said wearily.

"By no means! You did that yourself, Miranda. We just made you sleep and forget for a few hours so we could get everything in place in case you changed your mind. Also now you have every reason in the world to do exactly what I tell you to. I want you to change to make things better for us." Janine explained.

"How did I do all that?" Mark asked

"Miracles can happen, no need to forget," she said recalling the words which would make him remember everything that had happened the day before, remembering Kathleen and the video camera, how she explained everything he had done to her emotionally and above all how bad he felt for what he had done and the actions he had taken afterward.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to do what I had done to you, I'm sorry, please forgive Mark, but now I'm Miranda and I'm glad to be her" Miranda sadly said. "I hope to get better."

"I'm sure you will, Miranda. I will help you change as best I can, I've seen it work for someone else, I hope it works for us. If not, at least you'll get a chance to see how the other half lives. though I expect what is about to be taken from you may shock you a bit."

(To be continued ... Denial: Third Comes Conversion)

Authors Note: This series is my first, so feedback is appreciated. Also, if you like the style and topic of writing and wish to see a certain circumstances told let me know and maybe I can work it into a different story/series.



Denial: Third Comes Conversion



Author's Note: Another in the Denial series

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It had been a few weeks since Mark had became Miranda full time. He no longer had any of his own clothing and had taken a place as servant in the home. Janine had been slowly beginning to work Mark over by using 'creative discipline' and during the last day few weeks had began altering his behavior through a bit of creative discipline.

"Hello, puppet." Janine said as she walked into the room as Mark was getting out of the shower. She had a bottle of baby oil gel in her hand and a bag at her side. As she approached Miranda, she motioned for him to drop his towel. "Today, we begin a little something more to your training, and because I don't trust you I've gotten some incentive for you." She said casually, as she put some gel in her hand and rubbed it on his soft cock. "First, Miranda, close your eyes."

Mark obediently closed his eyes. As he did he felt something cold and hard along with Janine's warm hands massaging his cock in an unfamiliar manner. Mark thought he was about to enjoy some time with a new toy and began to get excited. Then he heard a click and there was pressure but Janine was no longer touching him.

"Open your eyes Miranda and behold your new status. I wanted to ensure you didn't act like a little slut, now you can't even get hard." Janine said beaming a great big smile.

Miranda looked down and found to her horror her dick had been packaged up in a chastity device with a numbered brass lock. It made her appear a little ridiculous, she was naked and her package was all packaged up and useless. Miranda felt humiliated and was more more submissive than before with this shackle.

"What am I suppose to do about the bathroom or shower?" Miranda asked meekly.

"Oh, there's enough space there to take care of that. Though, I'm afraid, the way the device is designed, standing up to pee is no longer an option." Janine said grinning with a hint of mirth.

Then, in a commanding tone she continued, "You will now wear this continuously for as long as I say. If I choose to take it off of you that is my option, never ask me to though. I've had to go without at length and now so shall you. It is possible for you to tuck that away so the device doesn't stand out in your clothes and I suggest you do that. From now on sex is something you can perform, read about, dream about, and even think about but you will not be receiving it. I will continue to have you read stories to keep your sexual interest high even though you cannot have the pleasure of release."

"Now, go bend over the bed and stay very still." Janine directed, tapping her foot. "Quickly now we haven't all day!"

Miranda walked over to the bed and bent over it staying very still. She spread his legs in anticipation of possibly being fucked. She had come to enjoy being fucked since becoming Miranda. Janine walked over and placed a hand on her ass and Miranda tried to rock into it to begin feeling pressure on her sensitive little ass and rub her dick on the bed for extra sensation. She quickly discovered that the chastity device prevented any sensation there and nothing was pressed against his ass as he expected. Instead he felt the sharp prick and dull pain as something was injected in him. 

"What the hell was that!" Miranda cried out suddenly. "What did you do to me?"

"Now, Now." Janine said condescendingly. "There is no need to get testy;" she giggled. "It is simply your weekly injection of hormones, you will become a true sissy slut when I'm done with you. Remember everything you have given me so far. You are mine, and soon everyday when you wake up you'll remember it."

Miranda had conflicting thoughts regarding this. She was appalled that Janine had chosen to give her shots without asking, but also aroused by the prospect of being truly turned into a girl as all the stories she had read led him to believe was happening. 

The first month passed without incident, Miranda was more submissive and attentive. There was a few occasions where she burst into tears without much reason. After two months Miranda's breasts began to swell and after four months she had a pair of noticeably perky breasts.

Miranda woke each morning, donned her makeup and uniform and began breakfast so it was ready for Janine as she stepped out of the shower. Miranda stood politely to the side as Janine ate, making small talk and taking care of anything Janine asked for. During the day Miranda cleaned and cooked and at night she served dinner and performed massages. Occasionally, Janine had unique duties she wanted carried out very particularly and Miranda soon learned to act before thinking about things.

Miranda had started having erotic play-wear as her uniform and at other times Janine would have her pretend to be an animal all day, even inviting friends over to see her new pet. Janine treated Miranda with love and care the whole time, and even though so many things seemed odd, Miranda would do anything for her.

Even though Miranda wasn't allowed to use her little dick anymore, at least twice a week Janine would take a toy or strap-on and fuck her till she couldn't take anymore. Over time Miranda was continually trained and monitored to become more and more feminine. Her voice and mannerisms were monitored and she was continually encouraged to behave in a feminine way.

Eventually, Janine removed the device on Miranda that had been ensuring that she had no intimate contact without Janine. Miranda didn't need it anymore, the injections had made her unable to get an erection, although she immensely enjoyed the teasing that had been continued by Janine.

There was a night that a friend of Janine's, Alexa, was to throw a sex toy party at the house.

One day while talking to Miranda, Janine giggled at the mention of silk. "Oh, I think I forgot to mention," she said. "Tonight, Alexia is going to have a party at our house. Oh don't fret I know your party dress is at the cleaners. Tonight you'll be wearing lingerie, it's a toy party! There will be some very special people there and you should be on your best behavior."

Then, Janine, put her hand alongside Miranda's face and looking directly into her eyes said, "You must do everything I, or Alexa, ask without hesitation, anything less and I fear you'll have to be taught degradation, not just humiliation and denial."

Miranda was made to set it up and wear lingerie as the guests arrived. She had tucked herself so that nothing was given away directly, but it was noticeable in the scanty clothes.

After snacks and drinks were laid out, and everyone seated they called Miranda in to be a model for them. She had to wear everything for display, and they even made her put all the toys on. Janine had a little fun and had Miranda offer herself to everyone, though she knew they would all turn Miranda down.

Miranda was beside herself with joy, she was being accepted not only as a woman but also made privy to some of their darkest desires. Although she was being a bit humiliated by being the test dummy all the toys felt so good that she didn't care about who was watching, drunk on endorphins and horny from being teased so much all night.

At the end of the party Alexa had a two-way strap-on on herself and called Miranda over, "Come here, Honey I want to see you on your knees." Smiling as Janine approached she continued, "Now get down and suck you little slut, you know you want to, it's the only way to really know what it's like to be a woman."

Miranda got down on her knees, breasts heaving heavily from excitement. She lifted her mouth to the cock and looking at Alexa licked it in a teasing manner. There was something on the toy which made it taste like strawberries. Miranda began to suck on the two-way with vigor moving it in and out at a steadily increasing pace.

Alexa grabbed Miranda's hair forcing her to deep throat the cock and rocked back and forth, rolling in the waves of euphoria as Miranda sucked her off.

Janine walked in and and saw this, "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

Clearly shocked Miranda turned and said "She told me to suck, so I did as she asked, like you told me to."

Janine put a finger to her lips indicating Miranda should not speak. "I meant why are you doing such a poor job, I taught you better, try again. This time use your hands on her curves and rub your breasts so they graze her body as you suck."

This time Miranda not only sucked but used her other hands to entice Alexa to further the contact.

Alexa responded, "You little slut, I see you truly are a sissy, you want this big toy cock don't you?"

Miranda excited and a bit out of breath nodded, her lips red and swollen from sucking.

Alexa gave Miranda nudge indicating that Miranda should turn around, and promptly thrust the strap-on an inch into her little sissy cunt, then more. Going in and out as she panted. "You like this don't you, little sissy slut? Perhaps I should find you a man, or have Janine prostitute you out. We'll just have to see, I guess"

Alexa continued fucking Miranda till Alexa had came twice. Miranda was feeling a bit light-headed and was having a hard time focusing.

"Miranda, I am going to give you a choice," Janine began slowly. "Though I did not plan for things to go this way, things have... changed. So your choice, you can go back and become a man or you can continue down the path you started tonight with Alexa, and train to be a woman."

Knowing the truth serum was affecting Miranda after sucking it all off the cock Alexa began, "So what do you choose?" Alexa said standing hands on hips, placing herself so Janine understood everything a woman could be , "Will you wear your panties forever, learn to fuck and suck in all new ways, serve me and trust me explicitly as you do your wife? And after you have completed the training return to love your wife in whole new ways, deeper than ever before?" She began walking toward the door, she added, "Well do you want to come?"

Miranda, her mind light-headed and spinning could not control her impulses and excitedly said "I do!" and began to follow Alexa.

"I now pronounce you convert and mistress. I expect when I visit to check on your progress I'll find nothing out of order. Now go with her, I'll send your stuff later. Treat her word as if it's mine.

As Miranda walked out in her lingerie, exaggerating the sway in her hips as she walked towards the door, Janine commented to herself, "Sometimes things surprise you, and sometimes you surprise yourself."



Denial Torture



We have been apart all week and have been discussing on the phone what we want to try when we finally get to see each other. 

Since we know how much I enjoy being teased, we are going to try something a little extreme: a chair is set in the living room. I am going to sit in it and you are going to tie my ankles and my wrists to it, so that I can not get up or use my hands. I am totally naked. We do this quickly because the anticipation of fucking you has been building all week long and I can barely contain my desire. I giggle anxiously as you tie me, all the while looking me right in the eye with that look that melts me every time. We don't say a word to each other since we have already discussed what will take place.

You stand before me and my cock quickly grows as you begin to remove your clothing. The giggling has stopped and I am now deeply aroused, strapped to my chair. Helpless and ready. You lean in and place both hands on my thighs, slowly running them up to my crotch. Then you remove them as my dick begins to jump around, leaving me in a state of desperation. But only for a second, then you do it again, this time wrapping your tight grip around my erection and you jerk it rapidly for a dozen strokes. Then you stop again. The denial torture has begun. You are going to tease me mercilessly for the next couple hours.

My cock pulses wildly as you release your grip, stepping back to look at me squirm in my chair. Already I am wishing I had not agreed to this and am needing to fuck you so bad, like never before. You look at me as if to say that I have no choice in the matter and am going to be tortured whether I like it or not. You put your fingers on my lips and into my mouth as you straddle over me, you body so close to me. The head of my cock lightly brushing your soft pussy as you dangle your prize directly over me, your hand guiding it around your labia. I am breathing very heavy and begging you with my eyes. Then you climb back off of me to watch me squirm while you stand there.

My hips are humping the air, my fists clenching the arm rests, my face red. I don't think I can continue this and contemplate ending the session, but your trusting eyes tell me to let you torture me as long as you wish. You lean again to jerk me and shake your big tits in my face, as I moan deeply for your sex. You jerk me for two minutes until I am nearly hyperventilating with anticipation. Suddenly you retreat again and step back. I am bucking in the chair so hard it is rattling on the floor. I am squealing and squirming like an animal, my cock jumping around in my lap, throbbing for pussy.

Just when I about to plead and beg, you mount me in the chair, sliding your tight pussy down my shaft, my cock welcoming you like never before. You sit on me and kiss me, pressing tight against me. I hump wildly from below with limited mobility, your hands all over me as you give yourself to me completely, riding me finally. Fucking me as I moan over and over.

You know when I about to cum, and as we discussed you will dismount me again as I writhe around, almost crying for you to finish me off. The state I am left in when you step back to watch is pretty extreme and trust is going to be very important for this to work. I literally am so horny that I feel like I could die from the rushes of hormones and the pounding heart rate. Surely my face is purple.

You make me sit there and wait for another two minutes before you resume the escalating tease. I begin to say "please," over and over and over, squirming and humping the air each time you dismount me. You inflict this cruelty upon me four more times as I sweat and groan over the next hour or so. At this point I am so helpless and have surrendered to your control. My nuts are so swollen they look like they might burst. All I can do now is wait for you let me cum. 

As you ride me, you are aware that I could die if this continues and decide to have mercy on me. This time instead of stepping back to watch me squirm, you slide your pussy from around me and grab my cock with your hand. Standing right over me, you squeeze me as my balls pump a week's worth of cum out in thick jets, all over my chest and stomach. I shiver and tremble and moan as you release my heavy load, spattering all over me in thick bursts. As the massive draining finishes, you lean down and suck my trembling cock, getting the last drops out as I cry in ecstasy. Covered in sweat and cum, I am eternally grateful for the torture you have administered.

You lovingly untie me and we make love over and over through the night until morning...