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Fragile Unbroken Ch. 01

By: FragileUnbroken



 1. "I Am"

I am Stephanie, a soft spoken girl of 24. The delight of my life is that I am a sexual slave. My Master loves and protects me and I serve his pleasure with all that I am. I love to write and my Master has given me Literotica as a gift. It is his wish that through this medium I might serve the lusts and pleasures of others. I am grateful for this opportunity. If my stories are well received my Master will let me read the comments of my readers. I do so hope that you will enjoy me. Nothing would be a greater gift than to know that I can bring happiness and pleasure to others.

My first writing will be this introduction. In this way a reader of my future offerings will have a vision of who I am.

I am a tall girl, pale skinned and slender. I rarely let the sun touch my skin. My Master says I have the most beautiful black hair he has ever seen. It is long, curling down my back to rest against my ass. I keep it just long enough that I will not sit on it.,

My eyes are large and blue. I wear very little makeup except when my Master orders me, and then it is only to make my lips bright and red for pleasure. Occasionally he will wish me to leave a red tattoo of my lips on the body of a lover. There is no greater honor for my lips unless it is wrapping them around his cock.

I am an energetic girl, exercising every day to maintain my health and beauty. My breasts are large, easily overflowing the loving grasp of my Masters large. strong hands. My nipples are small and pink. I am ordered to bathe each morning, keeping my skin hairless and smooth. As a slave, I make every effort to keep myself as beautiful, sweet smelling and clean as I can. This pleases my Master and I have to admit that it makes me feel like the most valuable treasure. My Master spares no expense to provide me a luxurious life in his care. I spend a lot of time making sure that my body is most presentable.

I should be clear that I have chosen this life. I have given myself voluntarily to this beautiful and loving man and every bit of the stories I will tell you is consentual. I want to be owned, possessed and desired. I want to be held down. I am addicted to this life, and I am a devoted submissive. Anyone who objects to my lifestyle likely fails to understand that I am a very happy girl.

Now I will give you a glimpse of that lifestyle. I live in a large, very private estate. I do not leave without permission or direction. I live in my Masters home, at my Masters will. I do not wear cloths in my Masters presence unless I am ordered to. Each day when he comes home I kneel for him, only rising at his instruction. I do not have to clean, nor do I cook except for fun. I exist to pleasure him. I have a huge jewelry collection and I adorn myself with these gifts daily. My only possesion is a beautiful golden collar which I never remove. When it pleases my Master, or when I am disciplined, or during my time of the month, my collar is my restraint, leashed wherever he wishes. My leash is a thin cord, easily cut or broken, but I would never do that. I am free to go whenever I wish, but there is no part of me which wishes not to be owned and bound by his will.

All I want out of each day is to bring my Master pleasure. I want to feel him on me, in me and over me. I pleasure him at his will. I pleasure his guests when he will let me, although it is fairly rare for him to bestow me as a gift on those he trusts. I enjoy this. My Master surrounds himself with beautiful people and he has never offered me to someone that I found distasteful.

I am bisexual as that pleases him. When instructed, I tend to my Master and one of his lovers, pleasuring, bathing or fucking. I am his toy after all.

My Master pays a lot of attention to me. I love sex and there is no part of me that I do not offer to him freely. He indulges himself in me often and I rarely go long without the pleasure of his hot cum on, or inside me. Each day I beg him to fuck me or let me suck his gorgeous cock. I like to think I am an expert in sexual techniques and I often spend my spare time reading or studying online for new ideas or ways to create sexual pleasure.

I cum easily. I assure you that my lifestyle is very satisfying. I get so excited by pleasuring my Master that sometimes I need only the lightest touch to have an orgasm. My Master loves it when I cum, he says that my moans and whimpers are the sweetest sound, but in truth, I love the sound he makes when he cums. His voice is deep and strong and his cries of pleasure turn me on.

I have pillows in every room around his home, and these are where I spend most of my time, either kneeling and awaiting his orders or resting. My Master entertains guests regularly. When his guests do not know our lifestyle I will pose as a servant, dressed in elegant cloths he provides. When his guests know the lifestyle I am rarely clothed unless my Master has chosen some delicious, sexy adornment. I am often instructed to masturbate on my pillow for the pleasure of others. Can you imagine how cherished I feel?

I guess my life is hard to understand for many people, but please do not judge too quickly. I am blessed beyond measure with a life that is exactly as I want it. I have everything I ever need. I am deeply loved and appreciated. I am appreciated and treasured.

I have been given permission to write about my life because my Master knows how much I love him and the life he has given me. Soon, I will begin telling these stories. Please leave comments if I have been at all entertaining for you. I will serve you in this small way and nothing would make me happier. It is my Masters wish. 

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 02



2 "Taste"

When my Master arrives at home each day, I await him kneeling on my red silk pillow, naked and full of desire. I've usually been thinking about sex and since I'm not allowed to pleasure myself without permission, often I am aching to feel his touch.

I arch my back for him so my naked breasts will stand out. I pull at my nipples before he walks through the door so that they will be aroused and erect. I turn my collar straight and fan my long black hair out over my shoulders. I am clean, shaved bare and perfumed. This is my daily ritual and I look forward to this time every day.

I greet him with a smile. "Hello Master, how may I serve you?"

He almost always smiles, and if he doesn't I wait patiently for his reply. "Hello my girl," he might say, and if I am particularly pleasing to him he may tell me that I look lovely before he will give me direction.

On my favorite days he will sit on the large sofa next to my pillow so that I' can remove his shoes. I lay my cheek against his inner thigh feeling the soft caress of his slacks and gaze at his cock while I massage his feet. If I am lucky his cock will already be rising, thickening, showing me that my Master is pleased with me.

I look up at him, "May I Master?" I will ask in a low voice, revealing my desire, knowing how he loves that approach. I await his nod of consent. My mouth is watering.

When Master gives me permission I lean forward nestling my breasts between his legs as I stroke the mound in his pants. I can feel my pussy responding as I unbuckle him, freeing his erection. He is thick and long, circumcised and beautiful. I lick the underside, watching his eyes. I kiss the tip loudly letting a drip of saliva dribble down my chin on purpose as I start to feel slutty and wanton, loving this gift.

I wrap my lips around the head. I can feel it throbbing. If I am a good girl I may already taste the sharpness of his precum. If not, I begin to suck the thick head. I suck hard and long, sliding my lips along the shaft, pressing the thickness against the back of my throat. I am his whore. I whimper for him. I play until I can feel his arousal gripping him.

As his pleasure builds I grab at his trousers, pulling them down his legs with his help until I can get my lips on his huge balls. I suck each one into my mouth carefully, massaging them and shifting them between my lips as I grip his cock in one hand, stroking until my forearms ache.

This is my greatest pleasure. I lust after the thought, of his hot cum sliding down my throat, choking me as I gulp it down. My pussy is so ready, but I know what he wants. If he is still sitting before me then my task is to give him release.

I return my lips to their job, wrapping them around him again. He likes it when I suck hard as I fuck him with my mouth. I press my fingers behind his balls, kneading them gently as I push his cock to the back of my mouth, taking a deep breath, opening my throat and taking him in until my lips are pressing into his groin. I can feel his balls 'against my chin as I fuck my master with my face.

Mmm, I moan when I feel him tensing. His cock is so massive. I push myself, keeping him as deep in my throat as I can, for as long as I can because I know that's where he wants to cum.

He grabs my hair, pulling it hard as he thrusts into me and then it happens, a sudden surge of hot cum forces itself down my open throat. I gasp and smile inside as my Master moans in pleasure, surging cum fills my mouth and I savor the flavor, sucking hard, trying desperately to swallow all but a little.

Today I will add a little flare, making sure to keep a little cum in my mouth as he looks down at me and yanks me off of his now over-sensitized cock. I stretch my back, pushing my tits out for him and look seductively in his eyes letting a thin dribble of pearl white cum slide down my chin onto my heaving breast. I smile and cup them, resisting the urge to pinch my nipples without permission as I hold them together and tilt my head forward, licking the cum off of my tit purely for his visual pleasure. I never let a drop of his cum go to waste. It is too precious. It is his gift to me.

I wonder if he will fuck me tonight. The thought of being this turned on for the coming hours washes over me. This could be a long evening of deep arousal for this little slave girl. 



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 03



Chapter 3: "The Edge"

Sometimes I wonder if I will just wake up and lose all of this wonderful life. I suppose my Master could get tired of me but he has promised me a lifetime and I trust him. I am not the typical slave girl. I have much more freedom and acceptance than the few slaves I know and in my Masters world there is certainly no lack of luxury as this short story may illustrate.

I sleep on a pile of pillows in the corner of my Masters bedroom. The one time he offered me a room of my own, I thought he may be growing tired of me. I couldn't even answer him. When he commanded me to look at him through my welling tears, the sorrow in his eyes was so deep and genuine that I almost smiled. He assured me that day that he would never abandon me and that I was his slave girl for life. It may sound naive, but I believe him. I trust him completely.

As I said, I sleep in his bedroom on pillows. They are large and comfortable in the corner of the room. Each morning I wake up and kneel by the side of his bed, watching him and waiting for him to awaken. This particular morning he drew me into his bed to massage him, one of my favorite ways to serve him. I've found no end to the value of that skill for a slave but this morning he had something more in mind, something only he had schooled me in.

He lay on his stomach as a small pool of coconut oil melted in my hand, drizzling slowly through my fingers onto his back. I kneading the tan muscles of his neck, shoulders, down along his spine spreading the thin layer of oil until I reached his butt. I massaged deep into the firm muscles of his ass, watching his face for a subtle hint of his pleasure. As I began to work down the back of his thighs he stopped me.

"Kneel girl." He said firmly, startling me. I immediately complied, resting my hands in my lap. He turned toward me and grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck sending a surge of excitement down my spine. This is often how I know he is going to take me. I kept my eyes downcast but they were drawn to his cock as it began to swell, bobbing in the air, growing toward erection. I only had a moment to enjoy it as he pulled me forward onto my hands and knees, pushing my head down into a pillow. I felt exposed and vulnerable as he moved behind me. My ass was posed high toward the ceiling as I doubled over on the bed. I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the window onto the exposed white skin of my ass. I hoped my pussy was glistening in the bright light as I imagined he was going to fuck me.

I couldn't see him. I felt his strong hands pull my ankles apart and I spread my legs for him. His hands were cool when they cupped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I tried desperately not to squirm in my excitement but I failed and I felt a sudden, violent surge of pain as his hand smacked my ass. I froze, knowing I was not to move. My ass felt hot and my head was swimming with the pleasure of his contact until I realized he was leaving the bed.

I heard him. I knew he was in his chest of drawers. I also knew that I was probably not going to be going anywhere soon. My stomach tightened with anticipation.

I felt the familiar warmth of thick cotton rope wrapping around each of my ankles and then pillows we're shoved under my stomach. He pulled my legs apart and I fell onto the pillows with my ass poised high. I felt exposed as the cool wood of thick posts at the corners of the foot board pressed against the arches of my feet. Each was tied securely. The warm sun was still beating down on my ass, now vulnerable and on display for him, propped up by the pillows.

He bound my wrists together behind my back. I clasped my fingers together, interlaced as I had been taught. I had become very aware of his commanding presence behind me. Quickly and efficiently I had been bound to his whim and this was only the beginning. His hand twisted in my hair, pulling my head back. I could hear the smile in his voice as he growled his approval making me smile too.

"You are beautiful girl." His voice was soft, deep and thick with passion. He pulled my hair tight and it was difficult to answer him. "Thank you." I whispered. The rush of his approval warmed me inside but the feeling didn't last long as his hand slapped my ass hard and firm. In my lust I had failed to address him properly. I was rewarded with more swift spankings when I squirmed in pain and then more until I was breathing hard. My golden collar felt tight against my neck as the tension on my hair was maintained in his grip. My ass felt hot. His dominating presence overwhelmed me.

"Forgive me Master." I moaned in secret delight. "Thank you for correcting me."

"Be still." He responded, and I tried desperately to quiet my excited breathing, remaining motionless as he released my hair. I held my head up high, not wanting it to move from where he held it. I couldn't see him but I could feel his presence behind me. His hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I held still, letting out the smallest whimper when I felt his cock press suddenly and firmly against the tight entrance to my ass. I breathed deep, trying to force myself to relax, knowing that I didn't have long to prepare myself. He pressed the swollen head inside me. I whimpered softly at the shock of my little sphincter opening to accept him. For a short moment I wondered when he had oiled his cock because it slid so easily and absolutely huge inside me. I did my best to offer no resistance, letting my muscles relax as I had been trained.

I pressed upward, lifting my ass for him as he pushed in. It kept coming, deeper and deeper. His beautiful erection was soon buried inside my ass until I could take no more. I gasped as he thrust into me and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pressing me into the pillows.

He thrust his cock in and out. His balls began to slap gently against my pussy with his growing rhythm. I felt so vulnerable and warm as his hands gripped onto my hips with irresistible control. The weight of his balls beat against my swollen pussy lips sending subtle waves of pleasure through me accompanied by the disappointing realization that my poor pussy would not be receiving him soon. My Master had never penetrated my pussy after taking me anally.

His cock thrusting against my insides became an unfamiliar feeling, intense and pleasurable like I had never experienced. The sensation grew until an orgasm gripped me suddenly and with little warning. I clenched my ass on his cock involuntarily. Each wave of pleasure started at my pussy and washed through my body. I cried out loud, losing control of my voice and pushing back against his thrusts in pleasure. It was then that I realized that he had not given me permission to cum but I couldn't help it and I clenched hard on his cock as another orgasmic wave hit me.

Master suddenly moaned and thrust hard into my ass. I cried out in pleasure and pain. I felt the sudden surge of his heat pumping inside me as he pushed in filling my ass with his cum. His grip on my ass was painful and exquisite and I knew that I had pleased him even as I wondered what his response would be to my disobedience. I was startled by my own pleasure and I found it very difficult to regret my orgasm. I was exhausted and slumped onto the pillows under me, laying quietly as he slowly relaxed behind me. I felt used and indescribably happy.

Without warning my Master traced his fingers lightly over my hips. It tickled and I giggled against my will. His cock was softening and when I tensed it pushed him out of me with a rude flop and a rush of cool air hit my wet asshole making me clench my sphincter muscles. I could feel my stretched opening squeeze awkwardly closed. I was embarrassed but my Master was laughing, much to my relief.

He did not say a word as he left me lying there bound on the bed and I watched him walk across the room to the bath listening to the sounds of the shower. My butt felt cold and exposed as his cum dripped down my thigh and the warmth of the sun on my thighs began to sink in again. I felt so deeply comfortable that I slowly drifted off to sleep, awakening to the feeling of my bindings being loosened gently and carefully. He rubbed my wrists and ankles before abruptly leaving the room. When he was gone I rolled over. His slippery cum was all over me and I was a happy girl as I too showered and cleaned myself.

This had been the most perfect morning that a slave girl could want, but there was a looming tension. My master seemed, pleased with me, and I thought he had enjoyed it when I had an orgasm, but I knew it was direct disobedience. It was not defiance. I was caught completely off guard. Never before had I had an orgasm from anal sex. I couldn't help wondering what my Master was thinking.

It didn't take long to find out. I walked out to the grand room, a large room arranged for entertaining where my master spends much of his time. This is also where I greet my master each day when he arrives home. Aside from the large leather couches, television, card table, and bar, one corner also houses what I call my perch. My perch is a small platform set in a corner of the room. On the platform is a pile of large red and black pillows. The two walls beside my perch are mirrored so that I am constantly exposed from all sides. The only further adornments are four large wrought iron rings set into the walls on each side, two set high and two low for obvious reasons. Just at the edge of the platform is a post anchored to the floor with a large knob at the top. My master calls this my whipping post, but most often it is where my Master ties my leash.

My master was seated, drinking coffee on one of the couches. I took position on my perch, kneeling quickly and quietly but as soon as I settled. eyes lowered to the floor Master walked over to me and clipped a thin leash to my collar, yanking it sharply one time. This was my command to kneel on all fours, doggie style, literally. As I did so his deep voice commanded me to turn. I did so slowly until he told me to stop. My face was now facing the corner with my most private treasures exposed to the room. I began to quiver inside realizing that my transgressions had not gone unnoticed.

His voice was stern and he used my name, something that never happened when he was pleased with me.

"Stephanie, did you enjoy yourself this morning?"

I answered carefully, "Yes Master, your slave lives to please you."

"Did you please yourself girl?" He asked.

I braced myself for a delicious jolt of pain against my ass but it never arrived. I answered in my sweetest voice. "No Master, but your cock brought me great pleasure." Again I braced myself.

He must have seen me flinch because he chuckled, but I still did not get the spanking I was expecting. I had to resist the urge to look up at him in the mirror but I was both trained enough and experienced enough to know that would have consequences.

He walked across the room and when he returned I felt something cold and heavy against the small of my back.

"Look at me." He said forcefully. My stomach tightened with pleasure.

I failed to follow his instruction, instead of looking at him in the mirror my eyes stopped in shock to see that he had taken a round vase of white roses off of a table and nestled it in the small of my back. He pulled his hand away and I almost shrieked as the vase wobbled.

"Do not drop it girl." He said flatly as he pulled a rose out of the vase. Water dripped as he lay it roughly in the crack of my ass. The thorns scratched against my tender skin and one of them poked sharply at the the little pink entrance as he pressed it into the crack. As he took his hand away I instinctively knew not to let it fall and I clenched my cheeks together. The pain from multiple thorns was instant and shocking. I felt my face grow hot as humiliation and embarrassment washed over me.

He let me remain there clenching the rose stem as lightly as I could with the vase balanced precariously on my back. Sharp needles of pain pricked at my tender ass crack. He dropped the leash and pulled another rose out of the vase. With this one he dragged the flower petals up the back of one thigh and then the other gently tickling me, tempting me to move too much. He brushed the soft, cool petals against my swelling pussy lips, dragging the flower back and forth over my slit. I quivered involuntarily, feeling the vase rock with every little move I made.

His fingers parted my pussy lips and gently I felt the cold pain of rose thorns as he let my labia close upon the stem. The weight of the rose pulled the thorns against my flesh and I knew that my little pink pussy was dripping as waves of pleasure washed over me and the bloody vase wobbled again. While he slowly dragged that thorn covered stem from my tender folds of flesh I was forced to concentrate on the vase through the pain. My legs were wobbly and I nearly collapsed. His sadism knew no limits.

He took that rose and held it in front of my face against my lips and I instinctively grasped it in my teeth. Next he took the vase and placed it on the floor in front of me and walked away. I was still clenching the rose with my ass as he settled onto the couch. In the mirror I watched him raise the coffee cup to his lips.

He watched me as the pain of the thorns began to grow. I shifted a little but only succeeded in burying the points deeper against the tight pink rosebud of my asshole. The pain became intense. I felt myself drifting in thought, becoming light headed with the effort to absorb the pain and not let the rose fall. I have no idea how long I endured but eventually I couldn't clench it any more and I slowly, jerkily let my cheeks relax until the rose shifted slightly. I instinctively gripped it again shooting sparks of pain through me. I must have made a noise as my Master looked up at me. He smiled, obviously enjoying the desperation on my face. I released my grip on the rose again but this time I found that I could relax and the weight of the rose held it perched in the crack of my ass with no effort. The thorns gripped my flesh.

I was just starting to wonder how long I was going to last in this position when Master got up, left the room and returned with something in his hands. He pulled the rose from my ass and firmly inserted a thick, cold butt plug into my ass. Without a word he activated it and I felt intense vibrations penetrate my insides. He grabbed my leash again and turned me around, lifting it so I would return to an upright kneeling position. With the rose in my teeth I adopted the most seductive position I could with my tits pushed out and up toward him while my head tilted down. The vibrations were intense and I could feel my nectar dripping down the inside of my thigh. I held my ground wondering what was next.

Master spoke. "Relax girl. Get used to my little toy there in your ass. We will see if you can restrain that little cunt from cumming without my permission."

I knew I was in for a long day as the vibrations surged in my ass, through my pussy, into my tummy. It was still morning and now I had no idea how long I would be edging toward orgasm until my body would feel like it wasn't even mine and my poor little girl parts were begging for orgasm.

My master left the room and I settled back against the cushions, rolling off of me knees carefully so I wouldn't put pressure on the vibrating plug buried in my ass. The wide rim held my cheeks apart. My nipples were hard and aching. The rose was still clenched between my teeth and I had not been given permission to remove it. The vibrations were intensified with each move I made and already my pussy was craving attention. My pussy lips and bum still stung from the thorns. This slave girl was a mess.

I nestled into my pillows and tried (failed) to ignore the ever present vibrations. My mouth repeatedly drooled with the rose in my teeth but at least I had found a way to relax my lips without thorns driving into me. I was sweating. I tried to control my breathing and relax, almost meditating but the plugs intense vibrations left no room in my brain.

It seemed like forever until my Master returned. I struggled to position myself on my knees for him, the plug was awkward and uncomfortable. By some miraculous grace he told me to drop the rose. It had started to feel like it belonged there but I wasted no time dropping it. It rolled over my breasts and tumbled to the ground.

"You look a little distressed little girl." He spoke.

If ever there was a time to answer carefully, this was it. "Yes Master, but only because I have been unable to please you."

He laughed. "You're a good liar. Are you telling me there is nothing else distressing you?"

"No Master."

The question came quickly, "What else is it, girl?"

I gulped. I didn't know what to say. Relief was the first thing on my mind but lie begets lie. "I am yours to command Master. I await only your pleasure." It was a thin veil at best.

"I'm sure you do." He replied coldly. "Lay back." He commanded and I complied, my knees falling apart as I raised my hips to position the plug and decrease it's pressure into my ass. I failed. I could feel the vibrations all the way up my spine. He pushed my knees up and apart, and obediently I held them there.

I reached between my legs to adjust the plug but he grasped my wrist and pushed my hand away from my body. Taking my leash he stood between my legs and slapped the soft leather end against my swollen, aching nipples over and over, first one and then the other. Each strike sent a jolt through me. He looked down at my pussy and with a devilish smile dragged his finger along my slit upward from the plug, sliding his finger into my wet hole and then up over my clit. I couldn't keep my eyes open as my hips strained involuntarily upward pushing my clit into his finger. He lingered there, rubbing lightly, pinching my clit softly, unrelenting until I felt the beginnings of an orgasm forming. I knew I was in trouble. Between breaths I begged him."Master, may I cum?"

He pulled his fingers away instantly. "No."

I knew that answer was coming but some part of me couldn't help hoping. His mastery of me had always seemed complete but right at this moment I felt like I was his puppet, completely under his control.

He pulled the leash tight creating pressure against the back of my neck with my collar. He pressed the leash between my pussy lips and with a swift motion looped it around the base of the butt plug pulling it just tight enough that it's presence could be felt all along my desperate pussy. Every tiny movement I made pulled the leash against my clit and tugged gently on the plug. The vibrations of the plug coursed through the soft leather of the leash. I was not only startled by the sudden loss of control but also by his ceaseless creativity. He had become master of my every breath as even that small movement created subtle changes to the sensations in my girl parts.

This was how I remained for another long while. I was thankful for the pillows under my head as each movement rubbed the leather over my clit and I feared making my pussy raw if I pulled too much.

In the end, the result was overpowering. I realized that with my hands free I could shift the leash to different places, which relieved the constant pressure on one spot but only served to stimulate another relentlessly. I didn't dare remove it from between my swollen labia. By shifting my hips I could decrease the tension on the leash but that didn't stop the endless vibrations which seemed to radiate through every bit of my ass, my poor pussy, my stomach. My juices were flowing incredibly. The pillow under my ass was drenched.

My master returned. I had lost all sense of time. He looked me over approvingly. I did my best to look desperate but I think it only amused him. I pouted softly, "Master, may I?" He slowly shook his head. My torture would continue.




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 03



A jolt of apprehension hit me when he reached for his pocket again and pulled out two nipple clamps on a short chain. He wasted no time in placing them onto my rock hard nipples and I cried out in pain as they were pinched. The chain was barely long enough to reach between them as I lay back, with the result that every move I made now pulled against the already painful clamps, pulling my nipples. It was excruciating at first but as I became accustomed to the pain it combined with the sensations flowing trough my ass and my pussy until I couldn't help writhing on my perch. I wanted to cum so badly, I knew I could make myself easily but my master was watching me.

I began to beg. "Please. Master, your girl can't take any more. Please let this girl cum for you."

As usual, his reply called out my weakness. "For me, or for yourself my lovely little cum doll?" He was right. I wanted this for myself alone. I was embarrassed. As the time and sensations rolled on my vision blurred. I began to feel the familiar warmth of my mind turning in on itself. I couldn't even talk. All I could do was exist within these sharp, overwhelming sensations.

Almost from outside of myself I felt my Master touching me. The pressure on my leash was removed. His touch was gentle and affirming. He spoke to me and all I could do was look at him at first. I felt like I had fainted. Suddenly the vibrations stopped and it felt like I had been robbed but my senses began to clear and I realized my Master was removing the plug from my ass. He pulled slowly. That sensation was intense as my hole expanded over the thick portion which had been buried inside me for what seemed like forever. My hips were almost convulsing in response to every touch. I wanted to cum.

When he removed my nipple clamps it felt like my nipples were on fire. I cried out and grasped at him and he held me close for a moment. I wanted him to own me so badly. I wanted him to take me. It was then that I realized he was naked.

He let me down gently onto my pillows and took my leash in his hand as he knelt between my legs. Breathing heavily in anticipation, I watched him. "Master, please fuck your girl." He didn't answer other than to place the head of his cock onto my gaping slit, open and ready for him. He rubbed the thigh head over my slit with his hand, stopping before it touched my clit. Suddenly, as the head passed over my hole he shoved it in. I clutched at him in ecstasy, an orgasm screaming, trapped inside me. I couldn't control my hips as they bucked against him. I knew I couldn't last.

He pulled his cock out but my body was still reacting. When he shoved it in again I could hear my sloppy cunt as my lips were forced apart and he filled me completely with his thick cock. My master was deep inside me. I was his victim. I felt my pussy gush as the first wave exploded over my body. I screamed for him. I begged him to fuck me but he barely moved as my body writhed around him, bucking against his pubic bone. I came forever, reaching for him but he just had a wicked grin on his face as I melted into him. I knew I had lost control and disobeyed yet again but at that moment I knew I had been played. My body apparently didn't care as I came again, more intensely. All the while he barely moved other than to shove his cock in harder, pushing deep against my insides.

When I finally collapsed, exhausted, smiling in lust, I heard his voice. "You are a very naughty girl Stephanie. I might have to use my imagination to punish you for this."

I smiled inside at the realization of what he was saying. I had to please my Master.

"Finish me." He growled lovingly. I crawled to my knees and began to lick the sweet results of my betrayal from his cock.



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 1



"Away"

There is such a depth here. Anyone who might look down on me for choosing to be a slave, (and I have been unfortunate to meet a few,) is truly ignorant of both the beauty and the benefit, even the power of being a slave. I have a devious side and I suffer very little in comparison to the amazing gifts given to me in this lifestyle.

I had been craving an outing for some time. Not just any outing, but one where I could just be me. Occasionally my Master will take me places where our lifestyle would create disadvantages for him, or for us. These are times when he will remove my collar. I think very few people can appreciate the security and comfort that a collar brings to a slave. It is a symbol, almost the soul of what I am. I am property. The possession of another. My collar is the ever present physical connection to my reason for being.

Okay, enough of that. When my Master says the collar has to go, it has to go. I have a number of replacements which are socially less provocative, chokers, even ribbons which I can tie tight around my neck. They are a poor replacing but they do still offer more security than leaving my neck bare. Sometimes they are just plain hot looking too.

On his occasion I had been begging Master to take me to see the ocean. We live in California, so our options for beaches, mountains and natural beauty are amazing. Beaches however present another problem for me. I hate the sun for everything buts it's warmth and it's life giving properties. The only thing I loath almost as much as the sun is sunscreen. I hate the way I feels. Don't take me wrong, I'm no Gothic princess, but I have spent my life protecting my skin and to complicate my issues, I am a sensitive little attention whore when opportunity presents itself.

But if I am going to spend time in the sun I am forced to either wear thick cloths or use sun screen. I prefer the sun screen and so does my Master.

All that to say, my Master decided we were going to have a beach day. I spent the morning in my usual cleanliness routine and lathered on a good non-greasy sunscreen from head to toe. I wore a skimpy blood red bikini, not quite a thong, and a top which held my breasts well but had a real risk of flopping the sisters out if I leaned too far forward. Cleavage was the name of today's game. I had a thigh length, soft pink, lace cover which tied at the waist and looked great against my white skin. The dark bikini shown through the sheer fabric and in my humble opinion, I looked hot.

I took a matching dark red ribbon to my Master asking if he would prefer it. He surprised me. "No girl. Wear your collar."

I was thrilled but a hundred questions crossed my mind. "Master?" I asked for clarity.

He smiled. "I am not in the mood for anything other than a weekend on the beach. You're free to serve me girl. In fact, I expect your best behavior."

My heart jumped. Now THAT sounds like a good weekend. Wait... He said weekend! Deep inside me dwells a nonconformist bitch and the best way to flex that little muscle was to be a slave out in the real world. Unfortunately, I'm also a chicken so flexing that muscle was more likely to be a moderate, discreet refusal to fail my Masters wishes.

So there I was, bikini clad, collared, pink flip flops. I silently wished. I could throw in a pair of hot red stiletto's. Suddenly it hit me again that he said weekend. I ran to pack an overnight bag.

As one last touch I grabbed the red ribbon and tied it around my ankle. Call it a touch of class, or call it a touch of white trash, I don't care. I thought it looked sexy and I hoped Master would agree.

If I have learned one thing that is irrefutable about my Master, he is creative and adventurous when he gets out in the world. I was so excited that I could hardly control myself. When I was ready to go I went to my perch, the small platform in the great room of the house, created expressly for me, complete with mirrors and points of restraint. I adjusted my top until I was nearly falling out of it and knelt on the huge cushions to await my. Master.

When he was ready he stopped and looked me over. I kept my head bowed, awaiting his approval. "Very good girl. You look amazing. I could not be more proud to have you at my feet."

I couldn't hide my pleasure but I did have business to attend to. "Master, may your slave make a request? Well, a few requests?" I asked, eyes on the floor.

When he responded in the affirmative I continued. "Master, may your slave braid her hair today?"

"Yes."

"I continued. This was going well. "May your slave have permission to choose my dress when we have privacy?"

His response, as usual, was cryptic. "Who said we would have privacy tonight? Girl, you may bring what you want. As usual, your tastes satisfy me. Let yourself relax and attend to me like I've taught. You are free to dress as you wish until otherwise directed."

"Yes Master, thank you..." My stomach was knotted with excitement. "May I approach you?"

"Yes."

At that I jumped to my feet and ran to him, flinging my arms around him in delight. He lifted me by the waist laughing and spun around, setting me down in the direction of the door. He twirled me around and with a sharp slap on my ass he said, "Now get your ass in the car."

So you will understand my master a little better, let me first say that he is loving, responsible, intelligent and self sustaining. Everybody but me calls him Jon. He is also absolutely gorgeous and healthy. He is about ten years older than me. He is extremely athletic and as strong as an ox. He has earned my trust in more ways than I can describe, and especially in how he treats me as my owner. He is my friend and confidant, my mentor and teacher. I believe he would give his life for me.

My Master is handsome to the tee. His hair is dark brown and sexy, he sports a short goatee. His muscles are tan and his definition literally makes me wet to look at him. If I had any right to be jealous I would live in constant fear of some woman taking him from me, but not only do I have no rights, he has never lied to me. He is cut throat honest.

I don't know that I would call him rich, but he does provide me an amazingly luxurious life. He has a house cleaner and a cook full time. I have more than I will ever deserve. If you wonder why I love my life, I readily admit that I am addicted to the easy life he provides. If you wonder why I am devoted to him, it is because he treats me like a queen. A slave queen, but hey, what man wouldn't want one of those? I'm almost embarrassed to admit how we live because I know what it is to have nothing. I know what spiritual and emotional pain is so if I sound trite or oblivious, please remember that in my writing, the more mundane details of life are usually set aside. There are a great many details that will never come through in my stories, including how much my Master gives to help others and lets me do the same.

But, pardon my diversion. This is not a humanitarianism website, it's a sex site and today I am sharing a trip to the beach with my beloved Master.

My Master is a Chevy addict. I am not allowed to say how I feel about that, under direct orders. I do love his Vette though. It's black, convertible, classic (I have no idea what year it is, but it's old,) and the top was down. It brings out the attention whore in me to cruise in it. It's so fun to watch people turn and watch us drive by. I know that sounds horrible.

An hour or more later we were by the ocean under a small cabana. I was on my knees in the shady sand next to my Master who lounged with a drink in his hand. We were surrounded by gorgeous, scantily clad people. The waves were crashing in the background. The cabana next to us had a party of loud girls in it and an older couple occupied the opposite side. They were arguing and the vibes were horrible, but the girls were all having fun. I watched them for a while until the heat was becoming unbearable. I asked Master if I could go for a swim and he sent me off. I love water and the ocean was beautiful. I played in the waves and swam out a good distance until the cool water had drained every discomfort from my body.

I walked back to my Master. Two of the girls from next door were there with him, talking and giggling. I knew my place. I walked up, dripping wet, nipples standing out and politely knelt near his feet in a seductive pose, breasts pushed forward, hands in my lap and I looked at the ground. Master has given me clear direction on what freedoms I have when we are in public, but he had asked for my best behavior and that is what I intended to give him. Both of the girls seemed a little startled. I was amused. Master introduced me. "Ladies, this is Stephanie."

I looked up a them and smiled. "Hi." I could sense that they didn't know how to take me, but they were cool about it. They introduced themselves. One was fairly oblivious and turned back to her girlfriends but the other was sweet and engaging. Her name was Angela. She had a distinctly Latina look, a gorgeous figure and a soft low voice that I loved. She smelled like coconut. Her figure was amazing. She had large brown breasts that contrasted beautifully with her white one piece swim suit. She knelt down in the sand next to me, and we chatted for a while. My master sat quietly. We talked about where we lived, and where she went to school. We fashion critiqued all the people walking by. It was fun but I was getting hot again. I took the opportunity to be myself.

Looking at the ground I said, "Master, may I go swim again?" I knew he would not have minded if I had gone swimming without asking, but best behavior is best behavior and I wanted to toy with Angela. Her expression barely changed, but she caught the nuance.

Master replied in kind. "Yes girl. Have fun."

I jumped up and grabbed Angela's hand. "Are you coming?" Off we went across the sand.

She wasn't shy. The question came out immediately as we waded into the waves. "You call him Master? Is he some kind of power trip weirdo?"

"No," I replied. "He is my Master and I'm his slave."

"No shit?"

I laughed. "No shit. I love him and he takes care of me. He's the best man I've ever met."

"No shit," she said again. I was cracking up. "So what the fuck, you mean like a slave? You work for him? Is it like an S and M thing or what?"

There was no hint of condescension in her voice and my comfort grew. "Actually, if I had to put a label on it, I'd call myself his sex slave, but I would do anything he asked. He takes care of me. I don't have to work, at least, not like you mean."

Her eyes were wide. "No fuckin' shit? What do you mean sex slave? Like do whatever he wants kind of sex slave?"

I nodded.

"He doesn't hurt you does he? I mean I've heard of shit like this. Do you need help?"

If she wasn't so serious, I'd have laughed. She really meant what she was asking. It was endearing. We were standing in one spot, waist deep, waves were crashing into us. I took her hands in mine. "Angela, I'm not abused. I'm not a kidnap victim. I'm free. I can leave him anytime I want, but I love my life."

She wasn't buying it.

"You're sweet Angela. How can I assure you that this is a beautiful thing?"

"I don't know. Shit. Tell me about it." She replied.

I took her hand and led her to shallower water and we sat where the waves weren't knocking us over. I told her what my days are like, I told her how my Master treats me. I told her everything except about the sex, sadism and masochism but as she was starting to understand my lifestyle the sex was what interested her most. She started asking questions.

I told her how I almost never wear cloths. She was blown away by that thought. I told her about how open our relationship was, that my master had lovers and that he occasionally offered me to others. I told her all the things I love, and eventually went into the s and m side of our lives. She was fascinated and a little dubious. Her questions were excellent and provocative. We must have sat for an hour and by the time she seemed satisfied that I wasn't a brain washed victim we had become fast friends. She was passionate and caring and wildly intelligent. I adored her.

We sat silently in the waves for a bit. They were hitting us harder as the tide came in. She turned and looked at my Master. Her tone had changed. She was appraising him in the light of all I had told her. I could barely hear her as she almost whispered, "So he's not a freak then."

I laughed and took her face in my hands. Without thinking I kissed her lips and stared in her eyes. "He is amazing."

She didn't pull away but I let her go, a little surprised at myself.

She was processing all this information fast. "So..." She said as we watched him. He looked asleep.

She looked back at me. Her eyes took a devious look. I just smiled, guessing at her thoughts.

"So, you'd be cool if..."

I nodded. "If you fucked my Master?"

She wasn't ready for my full frontal bluntness, so I continued.

"If my master wants you, then nothing would make me happier. In fact, if you're telling me you want him, I will do my best to make it happen for him. You're absolutely beautiful Angela and I think he would be very pleased by you."

She was looking at me wide eyed again. "Wow, you're like the real shit. This is really how you live then." It wasn't a question but I nodded and smiled. I leaned over and kissed her again almost instinctively. Her reaction was hardly enthusiastic but I could tell she was comfortable. We were kindred spirits.

I took her hand and we walked back to our cabana. Angela went to talk to her girlfriends and I knelt at my Masters feet quietly, watching her. I gently stroked his shin to see if he was awake behind his glasses. He smiled. "Found a girlfriend?"

I blushed. "She's a sweetheart."

He said no more. I watched Angela. He watched me. After a few minutes Angela returned. She looked a little awkward and nervous. I rescued her. "Have a seat." I pointed to the chaise lounge across from my Master. She lay down. Her beautiful body draped over the lounge chair like a model. "Master," I asked, "may I speak freely?" Angela seemed intent on watching how I handled myself. Master nodded.

I crawled a little closer and placed my hand on his. "Master, can Angela join us this evening?" I asked just loud enough for them both to hear me.

Master sat up and grabbed my hand. He looked me over with exaggerated appraisal. He tucked a finger behind my collar, pulled me forward and kissed my lips. My breath quickened instantly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, his response was so romantic and intoxicating. I wanted so badly to look at Angela's reaction but I kept my gaze down, not only because my master wanted it, but for Angela as well. My sexual tension had just gone off of the charts.

Master looked at Angela. "If Stephanie is willing to ask me for something, I know she believes I will enjoy it. Angela, would you like to join us this evening?"

Angela stumbled over her words. I wanted to look at her and Master knew it. She hadn't really responded when Master spoke again. "Angela, hanging out with us doesn't mean you have to be a slave. It'll be fun."

Angela almost giggled and she let out a breathy response. "I'm sorry. Yes, I'd love to hang out with you guys. I'm just a little out of my element." I admired her quick recovery.

The day went on with great conversation and more than one dip in the cool waves. Angela relaxed more and more. Master insisted that I relax and forgo protocols of subservience and Angela quickly grew into a fun part of our trio. Her girl friends wandered over off and on, with obvious curiosity. I had a couple of drinks and as the atmosphere grew more comfortable, my hope that Angela and Master would bond grew too. I had little doubt. Master was eying her body and she was not hiding it.

The sun fell low in the sky and all of us were tired. A cool breeze blew in off of the ocean. I rested in the shade afraid that my sun screen might have worn out. Master decided it was time to leave. He asked Angela to join us for dinner, which ended up being fish tacos and iced tea. We walked past shops and Master insisted we purchase something for me to wear that evening.

We walked past several stores. Master finally stepped into an elegant looking store full of beautiful cloths. Inside, he called for a sales lady and I could not hear their conversation but she led us through the store to an extensive display of lingerie. Master looked at Angela. "Do you think Stephanie would look good in any of this?" He waved his hand implying that anything in the section would be fair game.

Angela looked at me. I became self conscious. She walked over to a black bra and stocking set. It was sheer lace and very skimpy. Master had set the mood. She looked at the sales lady. "Do you have this in her size?"

The lady took it all in stride. She looked me over and pulled one from the rack. "This looks good." She turned to me. "You can use a dressing room and try it on. Over your cloths please."

Master spoke. "Try it here." The sales lady was cool as can be. She helped me clasp the bra. I slid the black panties up over my bikini. The fabric was sheer and the lace left nothing of interest covered. Angela said, "it's perfect." Master nodded and off we went.

Never one to let life drift by, Master said that we had a room and invited Angela to join us. At this point I'm not sure she would have said no to anything. Her discomfort had faded and she seemed to have decided that we were her kind of crazy. Little did she know.

We checked in. Master ordered wine. Our room was gorgeous with a great bed and a huge bathtub set near the window. The view of the ocean was exquisite and with our deck door open a breeze drifted into the room. When our bags arrived Master withdrew several candles and placed them around the room. Angela was impressed by the candles. I wondered what else was in the bag. I felt like he was setting a stage.

I quietly withdrew to the bathroom and showered then changed into the gifts he had bought me. I was a little disappointed that the skimpy thong and bra I had brought as a surprise had been overshadowed before I realized I was looking a gift horse in the mouth. My stomach was in knots of anticipation. I resolved to go easy on the wine so I could remember everything that happened.

I adjusted myself into my stockings. The garter belt fit perfectly on my hips. I straightened everything, making sure my nipples shown symmetrically through the sheer bra. I brushed my hair and teeth. I was preparing myself, and for what I had no idea.

I stepped quietly out of the bathroom, softly padding up behind my. Master and my new friend. They were on the balcony looking out over the ocean and sipping wine. Without a sound I knelt just inside the door. I straightened my collar, spread my knees as wide as I could, spread my hair over my shoulders and let it flow down my arms. I placed my hands on my thighs, pushed my tits out and bowed my head low, waiting to be noticed.

Angela turned first. I watched her feet but I froze in place. She gasped, "oh my god Stephanie, you are beautiful!"

I did not move but watched Masters feet. When he turned I leaned forward more, pushing my breasts forward and turned my palms upward in submission. "Master, how may I serve you." I said in my softest voice.

"Bring us more wine." he said. I swept up from my knees with all the grace. I could muster. When I returned, pouring their wine, Master clipped a thin, black leash to my collar. He took the wine bottle and with a downward jerk he commanded me to my knees. I sunk to the floor at his feet, turning so that my spread thighs faced him.

"Oh shit." Angela said in amazement. "Stephanie, this is... This is what you're like?"




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 1



I'm not sure she knew how to ask what she was asking, but I didn't answer. I was beginning to feel a familiar, deep, heartfelt desire to please my Master that was overwhelming. I was even more his toy. His fuck toy. His possession. I was aching to feel him over me. Finally he took my chin in his hand and gently lifted my face up to look at him. Only he understood how I was feeling. He answered for me. "Stephanie is the perfect slave Angela. Can you see the look in her eyes? She is mine." He stroked my cheek and tears began to fall uncontrollably from my eyes. I loved him for knowing me so well. He spoke again. "Stephanie, you are free to look us in the eyes tonight. You are free to speak."

I whispered, "Yes Master, your slave thanks you." I looked at Angela. I couldn't interpret what was in her eyes but it was beautiful and I knew she was OK with me, with where we were.

Master looked at her too. She was quiet for a moment. She looked at me and then at Master and back at me, but she spoke to Master. "Jon, I think I see what you mean. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I don't know what to say."

For my part, I was speechless. This was an insight to their conversation and into my Master that caught me off guard and flooded me with happiness.

He spoke. "Sometimes I don't know what to say either, but you haven't seen anything yet."

I smiled, still unable to form words that I thought would make sense.

Master was not at a loss though. He asked Angela if she would like to shower and she did. While she was gone Master sent me to the bed where I knelt quietly. He rummaged through his bags and sat on the deck.

Angela returned from her shower with a towel wrapped around her. "All I have is my swim suit. Do you mind if I call for a robe or something?"she asked as she stepped onto the deck.

Master walked into the room and started to say something to me but stopped himself. He went to his bag and pulled out a silky looking blue robe. "Will this do? I bought it for Stephanie but she won't mind." He smiled at me wickedly and tossed it to her.

She caught it and looked at me as if to ask if it was OK. I Iooked back at her and giggled. "Slave!" I stated flatly as if she had forgotten.. We all broke out in laughter as Angela stepped into the bathroom and returned with the robe on. It fell to mid thigh and was tied at the waist. Her tits filled it our beautifully and it hung on the curves of her hips like it was weightless.

The mood shifted in the room at that moment as I looked at her and she looked at me. Master was right on it, and doubled the tension in the room instantly. He walked up and took my leash and placed it in Angela's hand. She froze and Master reached closer to my throat and jerked down sharply. I instantly fell to my hands and knees facing her. He pulled the leash toward her and I crawled forward on the bed until I could easily have kissed her breast. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric and our breathing was the only sound in the room until Master broke the spell.

"What do you think Angela?" He said in a deep, throaty whisper.

She looked in my eyes. "I don't know."

Her honesty drew me to her. I whispered, "Have you ever been touched by a girl?"

She shook her head, no.

I looked at Master. He turned and sat down in a chair near the bed. The candle light seemed to grow dim around him. He said, "Angela, I give her to you."'

Angela paused, then dropped the leash and began to untie her sash. I stopped her. "Let me do that for you." I finished the task and her robe fell open. I looked down her smooth stomach to her sex. It was shaven with a little triangular landing strip. Her skin was an amazing brown. She had no tan lines. She was as exotic and beautiful as she was intelligent and fun.

I whispered to her. "I will do anything for you. You can do anything to me. I'm yours." And I nuzzled her robe to the side with my nose until I could kiss her breast near her nipple. She grabbed my hair and I felt her resistance begin to melt away. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began to suck softly.

"Yes." She gasped.

I sucked harder, still on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She still standing in front of me. I pushed my nose under the other side and found her other rock hard nipple. I began to suck it. Her fingers were tangled in my hair. I sucked a mouthful in, flicking my tongue over her nipple.

Masters voice drifted between us. "Angela, she will only do what you tell her to do." Disappointment hit me. She might not have realized it but that was a command. I slowly decreased my sucking and reluctantly let her nipple fall out of my mouth. I left my lips parted and looked up at her. She looked back at me and then crawled onto the bed, turning on her back and resting against the pillows.

"Come here" she said. I crawled over to her, up between her thighs but stopped there, my tits hanging over hers and my lips inches from hers. Our thighs touched. My hair fell down over my shoulders and brushed against her skin. She responded to the feathery touch with a small jerk that went from head to toe. This was getting fun.

Master spoke. "Be careful Angela, she may be a slave but she is also devious."

I was pissed. He called me out. I remained motionless over her. Her body was reacting as she squirmed a little. My pussy was dripping wet. I could feel the cool air against my wet panties.

She was catching on. She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back. Her tongue poked between her lips and I gripped it with my lips and sucked on it. She melted a little.

She grabbed my hair and pressed me down onto her tit. I kissed it teasingly.

She was getting it. "Suck it please." She whispered.

"Yes, mistress." I replied in a low seductive voice. I returned to what I already knew she liked and sucked her nipple like It was a little cock. This was not only a performance for her after all. I knew the love of my life was watching. I continued until she pulled my head to the other nipple. As I sucked she let the robe fall down her arms and pulled them out of the sleeves. My temporary owner was naked.

Without warning I felt something cold against my ass. I jumped a little and suddenly I felt my panties pulled tight against my crotch and then they fell away. My master had cut them off. I was afraid the blade would scare Angela but she had not noticed. Her eyes were shut. I sucked harder on her nipple as I felt the blade slip under my bra strap and with another quick snap it fell away. The black garter and stockings were all I had left. I felt his hand on my ass and then he was gone.

Angela's legs were parting further and she was lifting her pussy up toward me. I stayed on her tits, not budging until I felt her hands in my hair pushing me downward. I yielded willingly, brushing my leash to the side as I kissed my way down her belly. I could smell her pussy and I wanted to taste my virgin owner, but I was also in a playful mood. I had to obey, but only what I HAD to obey. As my mouth hovered over her pussy I paused, blowing on her pussy, teasing her. She finally broke as she pushed up toward my mouth and I backed off, kissing the inside of her thigh.

"Oh fuck me," she growled. "Lick my..." I grabbed the moment. She had said "fuck me" and in the heat of the moment I shoved my finger into her pussy. She let out a moan, almost backing away from me until she realized she wanted it and I felt her pussy tighten on my finger. Her hands were still in my hair and she shoved my face against her pubes. "Lick it Stephanie," she moaned loudly enough that I'm sure it could have been heard well outside our room. I giggled inside as I splayed my tongue out over her pussy and pulled it upward, pushing her lips apart and the pressing the hood of her clit upward until I felt the firm little button of her clit. It was larger than I had ever experienced and in my mind this was the it she had ordered me to lick. I pushed another finger up inside her to give her something to grip onto and curled them around. I wasn't playing anymore. I was going to please this woman.

I sucked her labia into my mouth, pressing them together with my lips. They were long and thick. I pulled at them with my lips. I pushed them apart with my tongue and pinned them open with my lips then licked her clit gently as I fucked her harder and harder with my two fingers. Her hips picked up the rhythm of my tongue and I knew I had found what felt good to her. As she cried out I learned more of what she wanted. I kept the pace until she pulled my face down hard. It hurt my lips and I loved it. I swirled my tongue over her clit and her orgasm hit. I felt a flood of cum over my fingers and her Latin hips swung wild against my face. She was pulling my hair. I was in heaven.

I kept it up until she pulled me away from her pussy but I gripped her thigh with my arm and drove into her clit. She never said a word and I was relentless. I fucked her as deep as my fingers could reach and flicked my tongue and lips over her clit crazily. Her next orgasm had her panting and trying to crawl backwards away from me on the bed but I held on until I felt her calming down. As she slowed down I slowed my pace until her breathing started to slow too. I drew my fingers out of her very slowly. Her hips And her pussy twitched involuntarily with my movements as I withdrew. Her cum was all over my face.

I heard him in the background. "Kiss her girl."

I crawled up her body, dragging my tits along her stomach and pressing them down onto hers as I placed my lips gently onto hers and paused.. She had never been with a girl. I could taste her cum and her smell had overwhelmed my senses. She was delicious. As she realized what I was doing, I knew she could smell her sex on me. I circled her lips with my tongue and kissed her again. This time she responded. I pushed my tongue into her mouth but hers pushed back. She began to suck my lips and all I could think was that she might someday taste me.

My lips were sore. For me that meant I had done my job. As she backed away from kissing me she stared into my eyes. I felt like she was reading me. Her gaze penetrated me. I smiled back at her but I couldn't hold the stare. I backed away and lay my head on her breast, feeling her breathing. She wrapped her arms around me and I looked up at her, questioning. "Have I been a good servant Miss Angela?"

"Servant?" She replied, "You're a fucking goddess." I giggled, wondering how Master would take my ego down a notch. At this point I needed it.

The next chapter will be the continuation of this night. All I can say is that I was never allowed to sleep and that writing these memories feels like it has made them last forever. It feels like they have become more than a memory, more than an experience. It feels like I have.honored two people that I love, and the story of that night isn't even close to done. The next chapter may the most sex filled thing I have ever written.

I promise, it is cumming very soon. 



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 2



Fragile Unbroken 4 Part 2

"Away" Continued:

If you have not read part one, you will miss the backstory and the prelude to the sexual encounters described here. (Maybe you prefer that. Either way, I hope you enjoy one of the most intimate experiences of my life.

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I curled up next to Angela on the bed and rested my head on her shoulder. I knew I ought to grasp every opportunity to rest. Master had been resting most of the day and the night was young. My heart was warm and satisfied. Angela stroked my hair and sighed. I could hear her heart beating as I watched my Master.

He was quiet so far. Angela fingered my bra on the bed, realizing it was cut. She held it near my face, questioning. "Master doesn't like to waste time." I quipped.

She tossed the bra aside and turned to look at him. "No kidding." She murmured.

I thought I'd better remember my station. I pushed myself up and started to get to my knees but Angela pulled me down again. "Lay the fuck down." I was happy to comply. I placed my hand on her thigh, very, very close to her wet pussy when a thought occurred to me. She was drenched. Technically I had neglected my duty.

I looked up at her, careful not to rise. "Miss Angela, may I clean you?"

"May you what?" She had no idea.

"It's not right for me to leave you a mess. It's my job to take care of your every need. Master has given me to you. May I please clean you?"

"Uh, ok." She was still clueless. Master was watching and I knew every detail of my behavior was tucked away in his memory. I think he also knew I was playing with her.

I pushed myself up and cupped my hand over her mound. I pressed in and wiped my hand over her crotch. It came up covered with her cool, sweet cum which I then brought to my lips and began to lick clean. She watched. I think she might have stopped breathing.

Next I draped myself over her leg and licked above her pubes, through the little tuft of trimmed hair above her slit, then down each side of her slit and along her warm brown inner thighs searching for any little bit of her nectar. She spread her legs for me and let me finish. My tongue probed along her slit, weaving between the folds of labia. She looked aroused. When I was sure my job was done I pushed myself up to my knees facing her. "Thank you." I whispered through lips still glistening with her cum.

She turned to Master. "So how far does this go? I mean, is she like this all the time?"

Master sat forward in his chair. "Well, sort of. Answer her girl."

As I started talking she pulled me down next to her again. "Asking me to stop living like this would be like asking me to give up my family or volunteer to live in a prison. I am not like most people. I need to be owned. I don't expect you to understand it. It's just who I am. That's kind of why we call it a lifestyle, I guess."

She shook her head. "Well ok. I don't need to understand. It's just crazy." She stopped herself. "I don't mean you're crazy. I mean I just never met anybody like you. It's wild."

Master stood up. "And you haven't even scratched the surface."

He came to the bed and took up my leash. I followed his lead and he took me over to the chair he had been sitting in. He guided me to a seat. He pointed to his pants and I unbuckled them, dragging them down his leg and folding them after he stepped out of them. His cock was rock hard in his underwear. I wanted to touch it. He pointed to his boxers and I did the same to them. His cock sprang free in front of my face. He took off his shirt and handed it to me. I folded it neatly and looked up at him with his cock mere inches from me. He looked back at Angela. She was sitting up, just watching. Master stepped away. He had laid ropes on the table. He told me to turn around on the chair. I did so. He laid me over the back of the chair so that my tits were hanging down and I was resting on my rib cage. My knees were in the seat cushion.

Next he tied rope to my wrists and firmly bound them behind my back, then he spun the chair so I was facing Angela. I focused on her eyes as the familiar, warm feeling of security washed over me. I was fully in his power again. I tried to move and his hand came down hard on my ass. Angela winced. I guess I did too. He spanked me repeated, alternating cheeks. He was spanking hard and involuntarily tears formed in my eyes as stinging pain surged through my mind.

Angela watched until finally she had to react. "Wait. Why are you hurting her?"

Master replied by calling her to where he was. "Look" he said and I felt a finger slide along my slit. I dropped my head down in embarrassed pleasure. "She loves it." he stated.

"What the fuck." Angela said, more exclamation than question. She walked over and sat on the bed right in front of me. "You're ok with this?"

I nodded, searching for words. "I beg for it." Another sharp whack jolted me. "I don't ever want to lose it." I braced myself but no more spankings came.

Master took her hand and took her behind me again. He placed her hand on my ass, guiding her to rub it. It felt warm and comforting. He let go and she continued. "Is it making you uncomfortable?" he asked her.

"Well, she likes it. It's not up to me, but no. Not uncomfortable, more... Curious."

"Then let's play another way." I heard him in his bag. "Here. Do you think she'll like this?" I didn't hear her answer. All I knew was my naked Master and a beautiful naked woman were behind my naked body looking at me. I felt her soft hand on my ass and then I felt a cool object against my against my ass. She rubbed it around. Master said, "inside her is a good start."

It must have been him that snapped the strap of my garter against the tender, beaten skin of my ass. It stung and it was delightful.

I felt the hard object slide over my slit against my pussy. She worked it around the entrance and slowly shoved it in. As she pushed it deeper I knew he had given her a dildo, and apparently not a very small one. She pushed until it wouldn't go any deeper. She was turning it and sliding it in and out. It felt wonderful. She was a natural at this lesbian thing.

Master walked around me as she fucked me. His cock wagged as he passed my face. He stopped and turned, bending down he pinched my nipples hard. I yelped as he squeezed and twisted them. He didn't stop until I was holding my breath against the pain. The huge cock inside me writhed. It was relentless how she kept it so deep inside me.

Master brought his cock to my lips and on instinct I opened my mouth. He stepped forward and it went in. He shoved it deep, just like the cock in my pussy. I was no novice. I was ready as his thick head entered my throat. He pressed it in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I couldn't see Angela but I hoped she was watching. A gasp from behind told me she was.

Master pumped his cock into my throat. I was trying to breath through my nose as the cock became all I could sense. Instinctive fear welled up in me just as he pulled it out. I fought not to gag but it was no use. I gagged and his cock came out of my mouth dripping with thick saliva.

I gasped for a few quick breaths. "Please, may I have more Master." I begged and no sooner than I had said his name he pushed it in again. My throat was ready and I was into it. When I felt his public hair I did my best to fuck him with my face. He let me, pulling out again when he sensed me getting desperate. My Master knew me so well. He truly was master of me.

His cock pushed in. This time Angela timed a firm thrust of the dildo and they both pierced me to the hilt. A muffled squeal came out of me. And as my master withdrew, so did she. The fat dildo left my pussy and I felt empty. Too empty.

Master held his cock aimed straight at me and thrust in a little faster. Angela pushed her cock in too. My pussy resisted the fat head until it burst through my hole and both cocks sunk deep inside me. I imagined them touching each other. I felt an orgasm coming. Both cocks withdrew again and I prepared myself for the next assault, but it didn't come. I recovered my senses and looked up. Master had stepped back. He had my leash in his hand. Angela came to his side and he pointed toward the dildo. "Clean it." He ordered.

Angela caught on quick enough. She placed the dildo to my lips and I took it in. It was thicker than Masters cock. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it clean, watching her shove it in my face. Master grabbed her wrist as it held the cock poised and pushed. I didn't know if I could handle it but I opened my throat and they pushed it in. He didn't hold it there long. He pulled her wrist and they slowly slid the cock out of my throat. I gagged as it withdrew. It hurt. I coughed and drool slid down my chin. I looked up at them through watering eyes. Master was stoic. Angela looked like she was in awe. I was in my version of heaven as my eyes wandered over their two gorgeous bodies.

I had had enough. I considered my safe word which would stop the dildo from entering my throat again but Master could see that it was too much. Looking at them a rush of desire came over me. "Master, please fuck Angela."

Angela sucked air audibly into her lungs. Master looked at her and smiled. When she started breathing again her breath came heavily.

Master looked back at me. "All in good time slave." His cock was thick and erect. Her breasts were heaving, and here the slave was, slung over the back of the chair with her wrists bound behind her, drool on her chin and cum dripping down her thighs.

Master lifted my leash and drew me up. I knelt in the chair, stepping backward awkwardly as he drew me around the chair toward the foot of the bed. He turned me and pushed me backward onto the bed. I landed gently with my hands trapped under my ass. My hair was pinned under me and it pulled my head back. I couldn't see them. Master called Angela to the bed and sat her down next to me. I squirmed, almost pulling hair out of my head but I strained to see them. He stood in front of her gripping the base of his cock. He placed the other hand behind her head and guided her lips to the head. She didn't resist and he pushed into her mouth, letting go of her head as it entered. She grabbed his hand and replaced it at the back of her head as she began to suck him.

I was in awe. First he had turned her into a dominant over me, drawing out her instincts with her desire to be pleasured. Now he was bringing out her submissive nature and she was asking ever so subtly to be controlled. I was gushing for him, reminded of all the reasons I had given myself to him.

As soon as his hand was behind her head again, he gripped a handful of her thick, black hair. She started bobbing her head on his cock but he pulled her head back. His cock left her mouth with a pop. She looked up at him, but all he gave her was that impenetrable smile I knew so well.

"Can you take it?" He asked in a deep, authoritative tone he usually reserved for me.

She shrugged her shoulders a little and whispered. "I don't know."

I was beside myself. The words "relax" and "breathe" screamed in my head but I lay there quietly watching.

He pushed into her mouth. As his cock hit her throat he hesitated but I could see him pressing on her head. She gagged and he pulled out.

He let go of her hair and looked at me. "Teach her." He commanded, then he turned and walked naked out into the night air on the deck.

She looked at me with distress in her eyes but I reassured her with a smile. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded but she looked stressed. "Yeah, but what happened?"

I couldn't really answer that question but I gave her my best. "He wants you to take his cock down your throat. You know, deepthroat. Have you ever done it?"

She shook her head, "No."

"You can do it." I hoped I was right, just because I knew how I felt when I pleased my Master. I talked her through all the things I tried to do. I told her to take deep breaths to help herself relax, I tried to explain opening her throat and resisting the gag reflex. It was a rough and dirty training session but it was the best I could do. She took it all in and nodded.

I told her, "Go to him. Tell him you want to try again. His cock is big, you're going to have a hard time at first. Just resist gagging and keep trying. Tell Him if you think you''re going to throw up." She was nervous. I thought for a moment. "Wait, help me sit up." She did and I was glad. My hands were falling asleep and Master would never want that.

I stayed sitting on the bed as she padded out to him. I watched her put a hand on his shoulder. He turned and they spoke. His hand went into her hair and he pulled her head back. She grabbed at his other arm in surprise as he pulled her down to her knees. I could see their silhouette in the soft outdoor light. He pushed his cock into her mouth. After more than one attempt, I watched it sink into her throat and I watched her heave as she gagged. He pulled it out and she struggled a bit but she leaned forward and took it in. This time she pressed forward on her own and took her time. I could see her stomach convulse but she stuck it out and I watched his cock sink in. He rocked his hips into her, gently fucking her face before pulling it out. He released her head and she began to suck him on her own out on the deck in the semi-darkness. She took him down her throat quite a few times.

Master obviously enjoyed it. After a good while he pulled her head back by the hair and leaned over and kissed her long and deep. He said something to her and walked inside. He looked at me as he walked past me to the bathroom and I dropped my eyes to the floor instinctively but I quickly looked over at her as she stood herself up. She walked into the room. Her eyes were watering. She looked disheveled but she was smiling. She sat down next to me at the foot of the bed. Turning to me she said, "He liked it."

I smiled. "He's not done with us Angela. He hasn't even cum yet." Her eyes widened as she realized I was right. I knew what she must have been thinking. "What the fuck is coming next." I leaned over to kiss her. She met my lips and I could taste him in our kiss. We were swept up by the eroticism and intensity of Masters aura of control and dominance, together.

When he returned he poured some wine. He offered it to us. I declined so the two of them enjoyed a glass. Master untied my wrists and sat down in the chair . His thick cock rested against his thigh. I don't know how Angela felt, but it was like his cock was the center of our universe.

Angela wandered around the room quietly. None of us spoke. I rubbed my wrists where the ropes had left welts and sipped at a bottle of water. The sexual tension in the room was thick and exquisite. I was familiar with it. I wondered how Angela was feeling.

Master finished his wine and went to his bag and pulled out a familiar bottle of almond oil. He turned to Angela. "Are you allergic to nuts?" The question was so random she didn't even answer. I almost laughed. He pointed to the bottle. "Almond oil. Are you allergic to nuts?" She looked puzzled but she replied that she wasn't.

He walked over, took my leash and guided me onto all fours on the bed. Angela walked up and stood at the side of the bed. He slipped a finger inside me while she watched then with the same moist finger he rubbed my clit. I convulsed instantly as a long evening of sex had my body revved up and ready to go. He flicked over my clit multiple times, each time I felt myself drawing nearer to orgasm. Each time he pushed his fingers into me I pushed back. He pushed one of his fingers against my asshole as I turned to look at Angela. She glanced at me but her eyes went straight back to what Master was doing. I watched her as two fingers pushed into my ass. I gasped. It felt good. She was focused.

Master fucked my ass and my pussy with his hand, harder and faster. I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm building. Masters fingers pulled out of me suddenly. Rudely. I groaned. He had no mercy.

He grasped my long leash and pulled it. I turned. "Lay down" he commanded and I complied. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He took Angela's hand and brought it to my aching pussy, he spread my lips wide open and told her. "Hold her open." Her fingers were shaking as she manipulated the folds of my flesh. I'm not sure she had ever touched someone else's pussy. Her fingers held my lips apart and I angled my hips upward. My pussy was on display. I felt like his whore.

Master bent down and licked my clit. He pressed her fingers wider apart with his hand so that she was pulling my thin lips wide apart and my clit was uncovered, fully exposed. I could feel his breath.

He touched it with his tongue. My body reacted. He stopped. He touched it again. My body reacted. He stopped again. He repeated this for quite a while until I was whimpering. I couldn't stop my hips grinding toward him. He continued. Angela stared at my pussy, adjusting her fingers, keeping me splayed open.

"Master." I begged. "May I touch my tits?

"You may." He growled and flicked his tongue over my clit again. My body reacted. Angela watched.

I grabbed at them, squeezing hard, pinching my nipples softly between my finger and thumb. I leaned forward and sucked one of the nipples into my mouth but i was too close. I couldn't take that. I let go of my nipples and held my tits, squeezing them.

"Master please."

"Yes girl?" He replied.

"May I cum Master?"

"No." He replied. I kept my eyes focused on Angela's face as I was losing control. His tongue flicked again.

"Master!" I screamed.

"No" he said.

I was losing it. Angela knelt on the bed close beside me. She was using both hands to hold my pussy wide, the vulva spread tightly open. Her eyes were drilled into my begging cunt.

Master leaned over me and his thunderous, huge cock drilled into me. Angela pulled her hands back as his cock entered me. As it buried deep inside me I heard his voice. "Cum now."

My fucken body exploded. I bucked my hips against his groin as his cock pressed into me. I was screaming, " Master, master," as I groaned and my body surrendered to him in violent bliss. It seemed to last and last.

He held himself inside me as I began to relax and then he started really fucking me, drawing his cock all the way out and then ramming it Into my wet pussy with loud gushing sounds. He fucked me like his whore as Angela kneeled next to us, she couldn't hold me open anymore, but it made no difference as he drilled forcefully into me.

I could tell he was near his own climax. I gripped his ass in my hands and pulled him into me as he rammed me with an explosive, hard thrust and grunted out loud. I felt his cum surging into me. I was overcome by his passionate intensity and another of my orgasms joined his. We cried out together into the dark candlelit room with Angela only inches away.

Master leaned over me. His eyes closed as his orgasm subsided. He was breathing hard and made little thrusts as the last of his sperm was deposited in my depths. I lay there gripping his ass in exhausted delight.

He eventually snaked his long, flaccid member out of me. I felt a gush of hot fluid follow it, running down my bum crack. I sat up rolling carefully, mostly out of habit because I didn't want to soil the bed coverings. I knelt on the floor at his feet and sucked his hanging cock into my mouth, then licked him clean of the thick film of our cum. I sucked his balls, ran my tongue over his thighs searched and probed until I was confident not one drop of his love had been wasted.

I looked up his torso as I finished to see him looking at Angela. She was watching me work. She hadn't said a word in a long time but here eyes said everything. I climbed up onto the bed and knelt facing her, looking at Master for approval. His lack of objection was enough for now. He slipped his hand between my legs and scraped his fingers over my tender mound. His finger came up drenched. Without hesitation he traced our cum over her lips. She opened her mouth and he slipped a finger inside. She sucked it clean, her eyes closed as she realized she was enjoying it and then she grabbed his wrist and lapped our cum off of his fingers.




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 2



Master grabbed my leash and dragged my roughly into my back. My legs were spread facing her. She looked down at my sopping pussy. Master was the first to break the silent spell on us. "She looks like she has more to share."

Angela blinked her eyes a few times, looking at him, then knelt at the base of the bed and leaned forward. She looked into my eyes from between my thighs and then looked down at my sex. I felt her tongue touch me gently at first. She licked me and then hesitated, looking up at me again. I reached down with both hands and spread my lips, pulling them wide as she had done for me. It was my way of inviting and encouraging her that I wanted it.

She began to lick my pussy repeatedly. As she did, Master climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. He was till soft but I could tell he was becoming aroused again. I sucked him into my mouth and proceeded to suck him toward another erection, wondering which of the holes available would receive it once it was hard again.

Angela licked me clean, she was moaning erotically as she did it and I realized that she had a hand between her legs. I let go of my pussy and she buried her face in my swollen, used cunt. I snaked my hands under Master and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it as I let it fall from my mouth. He was watching me. I whispered, "Master, Angela needs attention."

He looked back at her and nodded to me, dismounting from his position over my face, he pulled my leash and forced me up. She looked embarrassed but neither Master nor I were judging her for enjoying her first cunnilingus. I was thrilled.

She stood herself up, wiping her face. Even after all she had experienced this evening she looked beautiful, if not a little used. We were all looking at each other. I returned to my knees.

*****

Part 2 has ended. Part 3 will close out this chapter as the tale

of this weekend continues and the depth of the bond between us grows to surprising proportions while the sex graduates to greater intensity.

Thank you so much for your kind responses to my stories. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. Your ratings have driven me to want to continue to write. I hope you are enjoying these insights into our lives.

Luv,

Stephanie



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3 Continued.

Master broke in. "Well Angela?" She looked at him questioning.

"You haven't spoken in a while but you seem to be enjoying yourself."

She nodded and acted a little self conscious standing in front of us naked. "I don't know. I guess I'm in shock." She looked down at herself as if checking to make sure all her parts were intact. "I've never done anything like this. I mean, I've had sex..." We knew that part. "But fuck. You guys are intense."

Master nodded. "Yeah, We are, but that's part of our lifestyle. We aren't always this intense. Sometimes we're much more intense, but we're almost never like the 'vanilla' world either."

He walked over to the table and scooted the almond oil a couple of inches as if to remind to us that he wasn't done yet, then he walked over to the hotels advertisements strewn on one table. He called and ordered a variety of foods from room service and a pot of coffee. Oh shit, I thought. Coffee? He's plotting.

Angela sat down on the bed near me. She looked like she had something to say but she was quiet. While Master was busy I scooted closer and took her hand. "Are you alright?"

She grasped my hand and turned back to me. "I'm so fuckin' alright. I didn't even know I could get this horny." I laughed and we held hands, watching Master.

Master returned to unclip my leash. "You girls relax for a while. I ordered some food."

I rolled off of my knees onto my back and splayed out across the bed. Angela laid back and rested her head on my thigh. We laid there for a long while and rested. She toyed with the end of my leash, twirling it on the beautiful brown skin of her trim belly.

Master clicked on some boring TV news show and I ignored it as I was well practiced in doing. My thoughts drifted to Angela and Master. She was so open and Masters artful manipulation seemed to have drawn out a natural desire for dominance and submission, or maybe it was just that she liked heavy sex. I assumed that Master was just that good and she hadn't even realized what was happening. I reached down and stroked her head as it rest on my thigh, brushing the hair from around her face.

A knock came to the door. Master pointed toward the door. I went to grab some cloths and realized all I had left was the sheer cover up I brought for the beach. It wouldn't even begin to hide my black garter and stockings but I grabbed it and didn't even tie it closed as I ran for the door.

A young man stood there with a cart full of food. He looked right past me and I realized he could see Angela lying naked on the bed. The next place his eyes landed was on my tits, the details of which were only slightly hidden by my cover-up, which wasn't closed anyway. I stepped out of the way for him to enter but his nerves got ahold of him and he pushed the cart half way inside the door before excusing himself. I couldn't resist playing with him. I let go of the cover-up and it fell open. One nipple came uncovered. His eyes shot down to my smooth pussy. He left so fast that I started giggling uncontrollably.

We enjoyed a snack and left the cart outside the door. We all had a glass of wine as our conversation picked up. Angela had questions which she and Master discussed at length. I listened quietly. By the time the subject started to change Angela had a very good idea what our lifestyle was like, as well as an idea how other people view the lifestyle. Her image of leather clad, hooded sexual deviancy had been softened to an open minded acceptance that our lifestyle was varied and that different people lived different ways that were acceptable as long as certain lines weren't crossed, and even those lines were subjective in ways.

She accepted us. We accepted her. I wanted her in my life in whatever capacity could exist. We were fast friends.

But we were friends sitting at the table with a crafty and intelligent man who had an agenda. In my world, that was something never to be forgotten. That bottle of almond oil was still looming large in my mind. My eyes wandered over the room where so much had already taken place. It gave me an idea of my own.

I left my chair and knelt next to Master laying a hand on his thigh. He would know I had a request. He nodded my way.

"Master, may your slave remove her stockings?" I didn't want to tell him they had become uncomfortable or I might end up wearing them all the way home.

He nodded his consent. I had more. "May your slave run a bath for you two?

Master thought for a moment. "A hot bath sounds nice girl." He looked at Angela. She smiled in agreement. "Yes, run us a bath and be in it when I'm ready."

I turned to my duty. There were bath oils sitting next to the tub. I ran the bath as hot as I could stand it, infusing the oils into the water. I stripped and stepped into the heat. If stung my skin as I entered. The masochist in me took over as I sat upon a preformed seat. The tub would easily accommodate all three of us, though maybe just a little cozy. It may have been designed for two, but it was plenty big enough for two people and a slave. The warmth penetrated my body and as the tub filled up I knelt upon the bottom, my breasts bobbing at the surface.

I called out. "Master, your water is ready."

The two of them walked over. Master helped Angela into the water and stepped over the side himself. Each of them took one of the seats and I remained between them. As Master relaxed I took his foot in my hands and set it in my lap. I began massaging it. I massaged both feet, up each leg until I was nearly brushing against his genitals. I worked every muscle and then turned to Angela and did he same. She loved it. She laid back and whispered at me repeatedly how good it felt.

Next I turned to my Master and asked, "May your slave massage her loving Masters back?" He turned, allowing me to slip behind him, where I again worked the muscles of his back, shoulders and neck. I reached around and worked down his arms from behind before slipping from behind him and kneeling in front of him where I massaged his chest, his forearms, even his hard stomach.

I turned to Angela . I didn't even have to ask as I slipped behind her, mirroring my work over her beautiful brown skin. I admired how my pale white skin contrasted against hers. I slipped around the front of her and worked her forearms, and hands. Her response to my ministrations was dramatic in comparison to Masters stoic appreciation. I worked my way up her tummy to her breasts where I no longer massaged muscles but large, beautiful orbs of exquisite tan sexuality. She looked me in the eye the whole time. It intimidated me and I kissed her on the cheek as I withdrew to the middle of the tub and knelt toward my master in the tangle of our feet.

As I worked over their muscles in the steamy water, they conversed about lots of things, masters work, Angela's schooling . We talked about how I met Master and how he learned to be a Dominant. It was relaxed and comfortable.

The tangle of feet aside, kneeling in shallow water is fun. It opens up so many seductive options with its supportive weightlessness. I leaned back and let my nipples stick out of the water. When I wasn't paying attention Master flicked one with his finger and I yelped out loud. It embarrassed me. Angela splashed water in his face and we all laughed.

The water was getting warm and Master told me to get our towels. I stepped out and brought an open towel to the tub. Master led Angela out and I wrapped it around her. I was freezing. I dried Masters body but before I finished he picked up a towel and wrapped it around me. I dried myself. The room was warm but I was still cold. I stepped to the bed and drew the covers back, kneeling on the floor beside it.

Angela bounced up on the bed and spoke to Master. "Jon, can Stephanie come up on the bed?"

"If you like." he responded. I crawled up into the bed.

Angela and I were sprawled on the soft, clean sheets of the bed. The room was still lit only by candles. The TV had been turned off. The only sounds were ours and distant waves. Our hair was wet. If it weren't for the looming presence of my Master I would have curled up next to Stephanie and fallen sleep, but Master returned.

He brought my leash and a handful of long, thick white cotton ropes. Be tossed the leash to Angela. She was awkward as she fumbled to clip it on my collar, but I suspected a lot more awkward was coming for both of us.

Master asked Angela, "Do you want to see how intense it can get?"

She didn't answer for a moment, and when she did it came out soft and quiet. I had a nagging angst as I wondered where this would go. "For who?" She asked.

"That depends on you."

She swallowed hard and didn't say anything.

"What do to want?" He asked.

I could see was processing. She looked at me as if she wanted advice. She swallowed hard.

"Stephanie is so beautiful and you two are so close. I want to talk to her if you don't mind."

"Okay." He jerked my chain and I crawled fast to the edge of the bed and knelt before him, spreading my thighs wide facing him, palms turned up and resting on my thighs, eyes resting on his feet.

She crawled across the bed and sat on the edge next to me. Master was directly in front of us. "Stephanie, I need to know what you think." I was confused. I looked up at her while she continued. "I'm scared, but I want to know how you feel, you know, first hand."

I couldn't help smiling as I admired her honesty and her courage.. Master watched us. I responded. "You don't need me for that Angela. I think that would be beautiful, but are you sure? You've seen so little."

She nodded. "I don't know if I'm sure. Jon, I mean, your Master," she looked up at him and turned away quickly, "he's so..." She paused searching for words.

I interrupted. "He's a good Master who knows how to reach me. He's a good man. I love him and I adore you. If there is something you want, just ask. If you are worried about hurting me, don't. I am his and what pleases him, pleases me." It felt really weird having this conversation with him standing naked a foot away.

I took her hand and held it for a moment, then with a gentle squeeze I placed her hand on Masters chest. She looked up at him. He stood like a statue, beautiful and silent.

Angela left her hand there as she looked up at him. "Jon, would you teach me?

"Teach you what?" He asked.

She thought for a moment. "Teach me how to serve you?"

Master thought for a moment of his own. "There are a lot of things we both have to learn before I can even consider something like that, but what I will do is start making sure you know what you're asking. Get on your knees." He commanded.

She hesitated, looking me over and then seemed to realize she ought to be moving. She shifted her knees under her. Master took her hands and placed them palm down on her thighs then grabbed the hair behind her head and tilted her head down before speaking again.

"Angela, you've only seen a little of what my relationship with this slave is like. Our sessions can be much more intense, and much longer than what you've seen tonight." He leaned down and put his face next to her ear. "And much, much more painful." He stood again. "How can I be confident that you are serious when we've only known each other a day?"

She paused a long while before answering. She started to look up but he pushed her head back down. "I don't know about the pain. I'm afraid, but I've been watching you two, or really watching Stephanie." She stopped for a moment. "I've never seen trust like hers. I don't think I want to be a slave but I want to feel like she feels."

I was gushing inside. I wanted to embrace her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted Master to want her and I wanted her next to me.

Master must have been reading my mind. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face. Her hand was still on his chest and I wanted desperately to see the expression on her face, but Masters eyes were drilling into mine as he spoke.

"Slave. What do you think about all of this?"

"Master, I live for your pleasure. I only want you happy."

"Bullshit." The word hit me like a slap on the face. "I know you are devoted. I know your love for me and I love you, but you have desires. What she's asking may become serious someday. Are you willing to take that risk?"

Doubts and questions flooded my mind. He held my face with his hand but his eyes gripped my soul. He was right, of course. I thought about Angela. My warmth for her had grown so fast, but I had no doubt of her sincerity. She was amazing.

I thought about Master. Every fear I ever had of him had turned into love and trust as the fears proved unfounded. I let the thoughts run through my mind, afraid to speak too quickly. Hints of jealousy washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew my fear was not rational. Excitement of the novelty of having a sister enveloped me, but the reality of how difficult life can be in a relationship checked my emotions up.

I turned to look at her. Her hair was messy. She was gorgeous kneeling next to me. That aroused me. I reached to her and placed my hand gently on the back of her head. She turned to me and the expression of sincerity mixed with fear, lust and whatever other complexity drew me to her.

I looked at Master. "I've never met anyone like her, Master. She knows what she wants and she is not naive. I think she would make a perfect sister to me and I believe she will bring even more beauty into our lives. I know you will make good decisions for me."

Master listened and thought. He lifted her chin, holding both of our faces up to him. "Then we'll just see how it goes. I am not promising anything to either of you but I'll accept your request Angela. You'll have to earn my trust and I will earn yours."

He bent over putting his face close to hers.

"This will not be easy for you girl. Your training starts tonight."

She looked up at him and swallowed hard, "Yes, yes..."

"Sir" he finished for her. "You will call me Sir. You are not my slave. You are my submissive. You are sisters and you will address each other as your sister. Your name does not exist Angela. You are my girl, Stephanie is my slave."

I almost giggled. He was on a roll.

My heart leapt at the thought of having her as my sister.

Master continued, "We will have details to work out, but for now you two had best put the rest of the world aside. Tonight, this is your world."

I love it when he gets like that.

Master took a rope, fastened it into a loop around her neck, loose and secure. She didn't move. He jerked down. It took a moment but she got on her hands and knees. He dropped her leash and took mine, almost dragging me off of the bed to sit in the chair. My heart sank but I didn't let it show.

He returned to her and took up her leash. He jerked upward. She thought for a moment and then returned to her knees. He pulled up so that the rope strained against her neck until she rose up off of her haunches. Concentration on my sisters face was a gorgeous thing.

"If you can't take what you're going through, you can tell me to stop, but I warn you, if you ask me to stop, I will stop completely. I will assume you have changed your mind and you will be free to go. You'll be free to stay too, but I will not force you to do something you don't want. Do you understand?"

She nodded, he pulled the rope toward him until she lost her balance. She struggled but she regained it.

Answer me with Yes Sir."

She answered, "Yes Sir."

I was fascinated watching them.

"Do you understand that you are free to go?" He asked.

"Yes Sir."

Do you want to go?"

"No Sir"

"Are you afraid to be bound?"

"No Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, I'm afraid but..."

He interrupted her. "Do you accept my control and will you submit?"

"Yes Sir."

She was awesome. She glanced at me. I smiled. Her face showed her nerves.

Master took her leash and dragged her backward until she fell with a soft shriek onto her back on the bed He bound her wrists together in front of her, then went to his bag and dumped it on the table. A massive pile of coiled rope fell out, as well as a few items I hoped my new sister wouldn't see, at least until Master chose for her to. In her current state that wasn't much of a concern.

He returned to her with more ropes and dropped them on her belly. She looked a little wide eyed as Master took my leash and led me onto the bed.

"Kneel over your sister's face." His voice was deep and commanding.

I complied. My knees were on each side of her head. I was facing her legs. My pussy hovered directly over her face. I awaited further commands. Between my breasts I could see her chest. She was breathing hard, obviously nervous but there was nothing I could do for her now. Sisters fate was His.

Master took the pillows from the head of the bed. With his hand under her ass he directed her to lift her ass and he shoved pillows under her until her ass was a good foot off of the bed. He spread her legs, deliberately placing them as wide as they could go.

She looked so vulnerable. I was intoxicated by all that I witnessed.

Master went to the table and spoke over his shoulder. "Girl, have you ever had anything in your ass?" It was point blank. Her body tensed.

Her reply was tentative. "No... No Sir."

"Do you object?" He asked.

She didn't respond right away. Her body remained tense.

"Do you object?" He repeated.

""No Sir." She sounded like she was almost in tears.

I leaned forward. I couldn't see her eyes. I knew I needed to let go and submit myself to the fact that Master was in control. Somehow that was easier when it was just me. I forced myself to breath slow and deep.

Master came over with the almond oil and a large, heavy, steel butt plug which I was very familiar with.

He looked at sister. "I was not prepared to have a virgin ass here with me tonight, but since you delayed in answering me I have a special treat for you. Your will know who owns your ass by the time we're through."

She didn't waste time in answering him, at all. "Yes Sir."

Master laid the heavy plug between her tits as he tied ropes to her legs just above her knees. The tag ends of these he slung across the bed and attached them to the feet under the head of the bed with an ingenious knot which allows him to adjust the length easily, and yet remains secure. I've never been able to get one to give, but Master does. He adjusted the tension so that her legs were spread wide apart and held up in the air. I could see her beautiful brown pussy and I wondered what torment I might witness, or endure.

Master held the plug over her face. "Kiss it."

She did.

He told her to lick it. She did.

He told her, "This isn't going to be easy. I want you to relax and take your time. If it hurts, I want you to tell me immediately."

"Yes Sir." She whispered.

Master took ahold of my leash and with his hand on my hip, guided my crotch down onto her face. My pussy was on her mouth and I could feel her nose pushing against the bud of my ass hole. Her breast heaved with her labored breathing. Stress was overtaking her.

Master spoke softly, "Relax girl, you are safe. I'll take care of you. Your sister will tell me if something is wrong." It helped. She settled down a bit.

Master pulled the rope on her neck down and draped it by her feet.

"Lick your sisters pussy, girl." He said and he pulled the rope leash unexpectedly, making her face press into my crotch. As she realized the command was for her, she slowly snaked her tongue out and I felt it press into the pink folds of my labia. My legs were spread wide and it was difficult to keep my balance as my body reacted to her first touches. I wondered how she felt with her nose nuzzled into my ass crack.




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 04 Pt. 3



Master took the bottle of oil and poured oil onto her slit until it was pooling in the depressions. She jumped as it hit her and let out a muffled sound. Master carefully rubbed the vicious steel plug over her slit, and pressed it into her pussy. My sisters hips strained as it entered her and I could feel her moan into my pussy. I began to work my hips back and forth over her mouth as I watched Master pump the long plug into her cunt. It was a lovely thing to watch.

Master pulled it out and slid it down further until it was touching her anus. Her moaning was near constant and every sound was synchronized with his movements, but they stopped as she felt the pressure on her back door.

Master held it there with firm pressure, swirling it gently. I could tell he was taking his time and being very careful with her virgin ass but I knew the pressure would be relentless. Such was his way.

I couldn't concentrate on her licking me as the scene played out before me. Master started coaching her.

"Try to relax your ass girl." Surprisingly I heard her murmur from between my pussy lips, "Yes Sir."

"Breathe," he reminded her. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "Breathe and try to let your muscles relax. Let it in. I won't hurry but your ass is going to remember me girl."

As she breathed out again he pushed it in further. She whimpered in response. This continued for a long time with him coaching, and slowly working the large plug into her. After some time I noticed that she was not licking me anymore. Master noticed to.

"Why have you stopped girl?" And her mouth began to work on me again.

As she adjusted to the girth of the plug, her ass expanded past the thickest portion. It slid inside her fairly quickly after that and she lifted her face into me, screaming softly in pleasure or maybe even pain as it sunk to the hilt. Master smiled and backed away to admire his handy work while the erotic atmosphere grew. I suddenly became aware that she was licking my pussy furiously and my legs nearly collapsed. I fell forward onto my hands, looking down at hers bound on her belly.

Master rubbed the back of my head and then grabbed my hair and pushed me down into the cunt in front of me. I knew what to do as the slick almond oil smeared on my face and I began to lick her with ferocity matching what I felt on my steaming pussy.

Master climbed on the bed behind me and stated flatly. "You may not cum without permission girl. Your orgasm is mine."

She broke away from my pussy. "Yes Sir." And returned to her work.

I felt oils on the crack of my ass and his finger rubbing against my own ass hole. I knew she could be watching every one of these actions. I concentrated on pleasuring her and relaxing my ass. I didn't want to make her cum. I wanted to prolong it and spare her at the same time.

Master grabbed my hips and lifted until I felt his cock slide inside me and then I felt his thumb pressing into my ass as he began to fuck me slowly.

I pushed back against him, trying not to pull away from my sister as she was struggling enough to lick me. Every time her tongue hit my clit it was like a shock and I knew I would cum soon if I wasn't careful. I tried for permission.

"Master, may your slave cum for you?"

"Cum slave, and let your sister clean your cunt afterward "

"Oh yes Master, as you wish," but in having been given permission it was like my body heard him and suddenly a wave of ecstasy washed through my pussy and I nearly collapsed as I moaned. "Master, thank yooouuu,"

When I cum, my pussy gushes my nectar in quantity I heard my sister struggling under me. I lifted myself up but Master, his thumb still pressed into my ass, pushed me back down. I also sank my face back into her pussy and began to tongue fuck her, swirling my tongue around and penetrating her as deep as my tongue could go. The edge of the steel plug in her ass pushed in my nose painfully. I adjusted my head to the side and focused on her clit for a moment, switching between sucking and flicking my tongue over every inch of her sweetness. Her hips pressed up into my face.

Master pulled his cock out of me and I felt cum drizzle out of me. The only place it could go was all over my sisters face I felt for her, but I smiled, thinking, 'welcome to the family.'

Not surprisingly, she handled it well. Master knelt behind me and watched her. I felt him reaching between our bodies and manipulating her breasts which just combined to make her writhe against her restraints with little whimpering screams of pleasure, or maybe pain.

It must have been pain since Masters voice broke the spell. "Bite her lips slave."

Oh shit, I thought. If I bit too hard I'd hurt her badly, but if I bit too soft master would know because she wouldn't react. I sucked her already swollen lips into my mouth and pinched them between my teeth but it wasn't hard enough. I pinched harder and she yelped.

Whew, that was good.

She yelped again, and I knew Master was pinching her nipples.

With no warning I felt master pulling my leash, my smooth golden collar spinning on my neck as he pulled me back to kneel above her.

"Go get the pink one," he said. The pink one was a large, thick dildo with a really strong vibe. The head was pretty damn big. It stretched me every time.

I complied, quickly crawling to the edge of the bed I trotted to the table where the pink one was nestled among the ropes. As I brought it back I received further direction.

"Fuck her."

I had a flash of anxiety for my sister. That butt plug plus this dildo was an all consuming sensation, and with Master directing, there was little chance that I would be able to moderate how she received it.

Sister was already in trouble. She had been restrained for a long time. I looked over the places where rope was attached. Master had left them loose. The only points where it appeared that they were sinking into her flesh was where the most pressure was against her lower thigh.

Her body was writhing. And she was breathing very hard, but the sounds she was making spoke of deep pleasure.

I placed the head of the dildo at her entrance and pushed. Her pussy resisted but as it plunged past the entrance she screamed out, "Oh fuck that thing is huge."

Master knelt with her head between his thighs, watching me. His smile showed approval of both my obedience and her reaction.

"Turn it on." He growled.

I twisted the base and the vicious vibrator hummed to life. I pushed it in slowly until it would go no further and held it there for a moment before withdrawing it. I pressed it into her again. Her pussy looked abused as it impaled her. The amount of pussy juice practically squirting out of her blew me away.

Master grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing them, then pinched her nipples. She squealed. He pinched and pulled and twisted and she grit her teeth against the pain.

When her nipples looked swollen and erect, Master had a satisfied look on his face. Sisters face had a cum covered look of ecstasy. He turned around and knelt with his cock hanging toward her face and pushed it slowly and forcefully between her jaws. She sucked him like a starving animal. Every breath that left her body came out with a moan.

As Master pulled his cock out if his mouth he spoke. "You may not cum girl."

She gurgled, "Yes Sir." And the cock plunged between her lips.

When he pulled it out of her he asked, "Do you want to cum without permission?"

"No Sir." She groaned. He took his long cock in his hand and slapped her across the cheek with it on both sides.

"Our relationship will require honesty, girl. Do you want to cum?"

"Yes Sir."

"You may not."

She groaned. "Yes Sir." But watching her body told me she must be very, very close.

The thick shaft of flesh thrust into her mouth. I timed a thrust of the pink dildo with it. She writhed with a long, moaning scream.

Master held his cool inside her mouth. She gagged. He backed it off a little but kept it there. She was moaning into his cock.

"Do you want to cum girl?"

Her mouth was full. She tried to answer but she couldn't. She nodded her head, and I can only imagine that her eyes showed desperation. Master fucked her face and then pulled out. He wrapped his fist around his dick and began to masturbate furiously over her face.

I knew she was going to cum. No matter what happened, she was going to cum.

Master pumped his cock and after a moment I guessed that he too was going to cum yet again. I prepared myself for a clandestine action of my own, suspecting that I knew what was about to happen.

I was right. Master said, "Cum girl." And the second he said it I planted my face on her clit without permission, driving the pink dildo deep into her. I sucked and flicked at her large clit and her orgasm exploded on the toy.

I looked up, and caught glimpses of my Masters cum hitting her under her chin. Master stroked his cock until every drop had spewed onto her face. Meanwhile, Angela was literally screaming in orgasm. She was pushing and pulling her hip in every direction. Her bound hands flailed and her legs strained against the ropes.

Her orgasm went on forever. Master moved from over her and she was still cumming as I fucked her.

When she finally finished, it was like every muscle in her body slowly turned to putty.

I asked Master if I could clean her. I pulled out the pink one and quickly licked her pussy clean, all along her thighs, her slit and down her sopping ass crack, but my job was not done.

Master was untying her wrists. As I crawled up to her. I started with her tits where little spurts of my Masters seed had landed and licked each one into my mouth, savoring the tangy flavor and the silky texture that I loved. I licked her neck clean as she lay exhausted, still whimpering softly. I licked her cheeks clean, a drop right next to her eye, and a little off of her nose.

I saved the best for last as I planted my lips on hers, sucking Masters delicious cum off her lips and kissing her. I'm not sure I ever had a deeper more heartfelt kiss as she kissed me back. I felt deeply content and happy. This weekend had been a miracle.

I stayed there, caressing her hair and brushing it out of her face. We said nothing. She just stared into my eyes as I held her head and kissed her. I knew her sensations weren't through and I wanted to be with her for what came next.

Master tugged on the butt plug. I knew that would feel intense as her ass had held it in for too long and her asshole had to expand over the thick part for it to exit. She strained and I whispered, "Breathe, little sister. Just let yourself relax." I kissed her and she gasped as the plug exited her. She squirmed. I knew the intense, hot sensation she felt as her butt tried to remember what life had been like before Master took ownership of it.

I turned to Master. "Master, may your slave and her sister rest?"

He had a warm, loving look on his face as he turned his attention to freeing her legs. "Yes my dear. Please rest. Help your sister recover."

He freed her legs and she rolled off of the pillows with a flop. She curled up in a ball next to me and I rubbed the places where the ropes had buried themselves in her thighs. I knew how good it felt to be freed as the blood rushes into areas where the rope had been tied. I knew how good it felt when Master did this for me.

Master came to us and rubbed the other leg and leaned down to kiss Angela. She sprang to life but he held her down and kissed her deeply. She settled and I could feel relaxation wash over her.

After a long kiss, Master spoke to her in the softest tone I think he has in his soul. "You did very well girl." He brushed hair from her cheek. "Few girls could have handled what you've been through in their first session. I am very, very pleased."

He turned to me as I watched gratitude spread over sisters face. "Yes Sir," she whispered, "Thank you Sir. May I have another?"

Masters eyes went wide. He turned back to her and she gave him a huge smile as the humor of it sank in.

Master laughed out loud. "You may girl, but spare yourself tonight."

He returned to me. "And you, my slave, will be rewarded for your performance. I love you."

I absolutely melted. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Thank you Master, may I have another?"

He smiled and said. "You may. I love you."

He stood up and tended to things in the room. My beautiful, brave sister and I curled up together with our arms around each other.

That was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up still tangled up in sister. I looked up at her and she was awake. Concern shown in her eyes. She spoke quietly as I realized Master was behind her, sleeping in the bed. "Stephanie, have I hurt you?"

I answered, "I'm your sister. Stephanie is not my name for you. And no, you've made me very happy. My wildest dreams wouldn't have been this good." I looked straight at her. "And I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it. No fronts. If you choose to continue, we are family, as best we can be."

She reacted to the thought of a choice. "I don't know how it will work but I don't want to leave."

"Talk to Master. I'm sure he will have answers."

As the morning progressed, he did have answers. We ordered room service and ate breakfast while we all talked. She needed to have her life. Master was clear on that, but she was always welcome in our home. He established some ground rules for her to keep in contact with him in her absence. She only lived an hour away, so that was a good thing. She could, (more like would,) spend weekends and other free time with us when possible and Master would train her, teaching her how to live as a submissive.

He made her schooling her priority and while he thought he might have advice he did not want to impact her choices other than to give that advice if she wanted it.

It became a comfortable plan for both of them and while she could see that he would be a huge, dominant presence in her life, she still had all the things she loved about her life available. For my part I was happy and excited about the future. I could see that the life I loved was not compromised by her presence. It was enhanced and beautified.

I was also in absolute awe of how my Master had orchestrated this weekend.

We spent part of the day at the beach and when we parted my sister broke out in tears. I was alarmed until I realized that it was happiness and intensity overcoming her. I knew that feeling well and for the first time in my life I had a chance to share that part of my world.



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 05



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 05

"Depth"

I generally swim at night, to avoid the sun, or I dwell in the shadows which hang over the water for part of the day. My Masters home has a pool in the backyard with a hot tub above it which overflows down over rocks creating a waterfall. The sounds create a peaceful, relaxing environment so it runs almost all the time even when the hot tub is cold.

The night was warm. Master was relaxed, half wading in the pool and I was thinking to myself while I swam short laps. We were naked, but then, we almost always swim naked. Our privacy is secure as we live outside of town and Master owns the surrounding property. We live as he chooses to. He has often said that the only way we can live life our way is if we make our life for ourselves. I have a hard time reconciling that philosophy with a life of slavery, but it makes sense for everyone but me.

These thoughts brought me back to the time when we met, when I was just about to get my ID and went to a bar for the first time. He approached me and we talked as my girlfriends and I proceeded to get hammered. I doubt I'll ever forget that conversation. "Wow Stephanie, you're putting that wine away pretty fast. Do you really want to ruin this night by throwing up?

I thought no, not really.

Then he said, "Your life is what to make of it. Slow down and let yourself revel in it."

That has become my motto, especially now that he owns me, with the exception that my life is the amazing thing he helped me make of it instead. The wildest part is that while he has taught me, and taken ownership of me, he has always empowered me like that. He has built me up to know how strong I am and to control myself even as he has stripped away my desire to be controlled by anyone but him.

He went to the bar and brought back a glass of ice. Without asking he filled my wine glass with the ice and said, "Now just sip. Let the ice melt. As it melts, drink it. Keep your glass topped off with ice and add another splash of wine here and there. This way you can drink all night while your girlfriends are getting shit-faced, but you'll be able to drink right along with them all night without losing control."

Pretty good stuff, right? I still do that all the time and truth be told I also do have control of my life because I have the choice to leave this life at any time, but baby believe me, I wouldn't leave this life for anything. I feel like a sex goddess slave to a king of the world.

Right now, I was hoping for some of that sex. Those memories had me fired up for this amazing man, Master, and dominating influence over me.

He didn't know it but he was dominating my pussy right that moment because it's all I could think about. I wanted to get fucked really, really hard.

I dipped under the water, swimming up to him. I could see the dark outline of his cock as he floated with his feet dragging on the bottom of the shallow end of the pool. I swam right along his body, up toward him and startled him as I made contact. My head popped out of the water right in front of his face and I wrapped my body around him. I put my lips close to his ear and whispered, "Master, please fuck your slave. She needs your cock inside her. She wants your hot cum to fill her soul." I lifted my tits up into his face. "These girls miss you too."

That kind of talk always gets him. Who's in control now?

Believe me, if I had any control, Master took it right back. No sooner than I had spoken, I felt his cock pressing against my thigh as it hardened and straightened and started to lay against the crack of my ass.

"Well, since you ask so nicely." He lifted me up and and tried to push his cock in, but he missed and I reached down and grabbed it, guiding into me. It slid in, and within a few strokes he was buried deep inside of me. My insides felt full. I filled his head with more syrupy, seductive murmurings.

"Oh Master, your cock is so big." I said in my most playful seductress voice. "I feel it in my throat."

"Oh, you'll feel it in your throat girl." He chuckled, then thrust into me so hard I thought my hips would break.

"Please Master." I continued my game. "Your slave loves her Masters cock in her throat, but right now her pussy is begging to be filled with you."

He didn't waste any time. He gripped my hips and the water began to splash as he started slamming me down on his cock and thrusting up into me at the same time. Oh my god, I thought I was going to die it felt so good.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good" i said, not playfully, but as sincerely as I think I could ever sound. He truly did feel huge in me. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my cervix, or whatever it is that he hits in there that makes me feel like I've been impaled to the hilt. The angle was perfect.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feeling of my wet nipples sliding over his wet chest. The thrusts kept coming but not as hard or penetrating so I leaned back again and the next thrust brought back that thumping cock inside me. It made me think I was going to cum already. I ground my hips against him, matching his rhythm.

We fucked like that for a long while, the pressure building up inside me toward a massive orgasm. Each time his cock hit my depths, I ground my clit against his pubic bone. It made his dick shift deep inside me. Whatever that big cock was doing in there, it felt amazing.

I was so ready to cum. I knew i wasn't going to last. I looked at Master, realizing my eyes had been shut the whole time. "Master..."

He knew. "Cum when you're ready girl. You've earned it."

I replied in absolute lust. "Please don't stop Master, it feels so good."

He didn't stop. He intensified, grinding his hips into me after each thrust. As his cock remained there I wiggled my hips back and for the against him, feeling the thick cock moving deep Inside me. The orgasm hit me in a huge wave. I cried out loud with a long wail of pleasure. "Ohhh Master, fuck meeeee haaaard."

He did. I opened my eyes again to see his were closed. His thrust were quicker and harder and ever so deep. Our pubic bones were crushed against each other in each thrust. With a grunt he held his cock inside me and I felt a surge of his heat inside me. His hips convulsed. He grunted with each little thrust, depositing his hot love juice in depths only he could touch. A cock is one thing, but the cock of one you love is another thing altogether.

I climaxed again, or I just kept climaxing, I don't know which, but by the time Master slowed down I was slumped over onto his chest feeling him breath under me. We floated like that together for ages, only interrupted by his cock sliding out of me after a long while.

We never left than embrace until Master invited me to his bed. We dried off, crawled in bed and I slept curled up next to him all night. It was a welcome privilege. I don't think I even dreamt, but just slept in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 06



Fragile Unbroken 6

"Slickery"

I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It's not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degree that comfort is a priority.) It's an extreme cum fetish, so if that isn't your thing you may want to move on to another story.

My Master and I have had more adventures than I can count, and my need for love and attention is regularly met. but there is one desire that has been innate. It is the natural me.

I absolutely love cum. It is like a treasure to me. It is lust at its most concentrated. I want it to touch me. I want to taste it. I want it from both men and women. One of my constant standing commands from Master is that I clean him, or any other lover he may choose, of cum after sex, but that command exists because he learned how much I love it. It came as a reward for good behavior because I always asked him to do it anyway. I began to love it the first time I ever sucked a cock, years before I met Master.

I love tasty, slippery, hot cum in quantities that make our older Mexican cleaning lady think we are crazy. That only happens because some of it goes to waste on sheets or pillows. I have to assume that some hits the ceiling but I can't confirm it.

Yeah, I know it sounds obsessive. That's because it is, just a little bit.

Master learned this about me early in our relationship. As we've grown together, and through my training, he recognized it as an avenue for reward. He asked me a lot of questions, and over time he developed a strategy that he thought might accommodate this fantasy of mine.

He spent months preparing. One night he asked me how many men I thought it would take to fulfill my desire to be drenched in cum. I had never thought It through that far. I asked him how many he would let me have. I think he expected an answer that was a little more tame.

He replied that safety was his first concern, and he felt like it should be men whom he would trust enough to be alone with me, which in truth was very few, if any at all. Even so, I told him that I would not want the experience if he were not a participant. At that point I don't think the idea of seeing a bunch of men naked over me appealed to him at all.

It took time to develop mutual comfort and understanding, but in the end Master saw his way clear to make it happen. He told me that he thought he could come up with six men who would be willing.

That was more than I ever expected him to give me, but he had a plan that would incorporate safety and his comfort.

We spent the next two months having some private encounters with a few gentlemen, one of which my Master tossed right out of the mix. By the time that was complete Master had allowed me to meet 4 other men who he knew enough of to be confident that they were clean. He had some agreements with them, and he said he made them test for std's before they ever met me. One of them was a close friend Mike who he had known most of his life. I had been intimate with him before, and we had no worries about him.

Often in the weeks leading up to the night it happened, I would think about it until my thighs were slick with my bodies natural lubrication.

It was finally prepared. I don't know exactly what Master had to do to make it work, but he worked hard, knowing that this was something I wanted and he told me I deserved it.

The day came. I was cleaned and adorned with a new pearl necklace master had given me for this occasion. It was not an accident. He thought the symbolism of the pearls would remind me of the event in the future. I wore it all that day. It looked a little awkward wearing my necklace with my collar but there was no way I wanted to go through this without my Masters collar.

I prepared myself. Master had given me instruction and we both set hard and soft limits which gave me even more freedom because I knew where Master would draw he line. I had been fantasizing about multiple penetrations as time led up to this, and Master agreed that if I was comfortable with it, he would go along too. I knew he meant it. I had watched a man suck his cock before, and he had taken one anally on a night where I had been chained and forced, (allowed) to watch Master with another dominant friend who both tested and punished her male sub by having him suck Master to completion. I knew he wouldn't be bothered by the idea of another cock in my ass. One limit I added to our arrangement was that only Master would be allowed in my pussy. He appreciated that. I think it built trust as well.

It was comforting and intoxicating to know I could guide the evening according to my comfort level.

I was nervous to near shaking but I couldn't stop thinking about 5 men cumming. I wanted it badly. I was wet all day to the point that it was embarrassing and inconvenient as I spent the majority of that day naked and my wetness was noticeable. Master just laughed when I told him that. He said that half of the time he didn't have to work to deprive me. I was so sex focused that I kept myself on the edge.

I didn't think it was funny. It was his fault anyway for being so damn sexy and loving.

The hour arrived. I had my hair braided so it would not interfere. I had the beautiful pearl necklace on arranged so that it didn't conflict t too badly with my golden collar. The necklace hung down to drape across my cleavage. It looked hot. Master suggested I wear a robe and nothing else to make the whole thing easier, so I wore a black silk robe which barely covered my ass.

So I knelt, waiting on a pillow with my legs closed to keep my wetness from showing, on my perch in the corner of the great room. Master had decided the event would take place here. He had given me permission to speak freely but he put soft, black, leather shackles on my ankles and wrists. I think he was marking his territory. He had removed his card table from the room and replaced it with a soft, thick rug. You could tell that the room was set up for something and all the men knew what they were getting into, so as the first one arrived the sexual tension was already hot.

Master offered him a drink. He did not introduce us. Part of my fantasy was to be treated like a whore. Master said that nobody needs to know a whores name to get off. It set my mood quite readily. I had met the men but their names had never come up. I already felt like a whorish fuck doll and only two of the men who would take me were here. Master and he chatted. He was tall and muscular. He wore tight blue jeans and I could see his erection forming early as he glanced at me and I just smiled back at him, kneeling quietly.

Three more men showed up within the next few minutes. They were all talking, they all had a drink or two. They were acting macho and all I knew was that those cocks over there would touch me soon. I did know Mike and he came over to talk to me, but we talked about none of the normal things we might have discussed. It was all about the weather and other frivolous topics. I could tell he was nervous. I told him he ought to go join the others and get ready. I didn't want to wait any longer. Master had instructed me how to approach this. My heart was beating like a drum as I stood up and walked to the large, soft rug. My black robe flowed easily over my hips, contrasting with my pale white skin. Every one of the men stopped talking and turned to look at me. It was real now. I was insanely nervous but I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself as I untied my sash and tossed the robe to the side. I looked at each man in the eye. My nipples were aching hard. My shaved pussy was dripping down my highs. This was it. My dream.

I knelt down on the rug and looked at one of them. I have no idea who he was. I beckoned him over with my finger. He swallowed so hard that I could hear it. Suddenly in my lust I felt like a queen with 5 men at my whim. I was the whore queen and these were my subjects.

As the first man approached, my fears melted away. I focused on making these men want me. I was going to please them all. They were going to feed me their cum. I stroked his cock through his pants and then unzipped them. His pants slid down enough for me to pull his cock out of his boxers and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it.

I looked at the others. "You men really ought to get undressed," I said with inherent seduction dripping from my words.

That did it. Everyone but Master took their cloths off with a clatter. It was like they had all forgotten they were in a room full of other men. All eyes were on the slut on the floor. The first man seemed stuck, as if he didn't want to lose the advantage of me kneeling in front of him and stroking his cock but he didn't want to be the only one with cloths on either. I offered him no consolation, instead I made it worse by sucking his cock into my mouth. Mike was nearby and I reached for him, pulling him closer. When he was close enough I leaned over and took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked hard as I stroked the other guy using my saliva like a lube.

They were all undressed and gathered around me as the last man took his cloths off too. Master had instructed them that they were not to initiate anything unless I started it. I knew the others were hoping for a little action. I looked at one who was stroking his cock and that sent me over the edge. I wanted every one of hose cocks touching me. Master had given me control of what happened. It was up to me what I wanted. I had free reign.

My problem was, I had 5 cocks, but only one mouth, two hands and one pussy. It left only one thing if I really wanted five cocks fucking me. Master was slowly disrobing as he watched. I had a fear that he wouldn't like this, but as I watched him while I sucked one cock, and was trying to stroke two others, his pants dropped and his cock was rigid and hard. He was into it at least that much.

I let the cock out of my mouth and called to him., "Master, please, I need you here." I heard confidence in my own voice and that bolstered my confidence further.

He came over and I spoke to him. "Master, will you please fuck your little slave while she pleasures these men?"

Three of them were stroking their cocks and one was apparently still recovering from the fact that I had stopped sucking him. Master nodded and laid down on the rug as we had discussed. I straddled him and I reached for the two nearest men, but I called to Mike. "Mike, please fuck my ass, I need your hard cock in me." I pointed to lube sitting on a nearby end table.

He wasted no time in drizzling it over his dick and rubbing it all over as he stroked his thickness. I grabbed Masters cock and guided it into my dripping cunt. He plunged in deep. I leaned forward supporting myself with one hand and reached for another cock. I dragged that thick cock to position nearly in front of me and asked him to stand next to Master. I sucked his cock into my mouth and held it there, sucking as hard as my limited concentration would let me.

By this time Mike was kneeling behind me between Masters legs. I rocked my hips down over Masters cock until it was wedged deep inside me and filling my pussy. and then I poised my ass and prepared to be entered by Mike. I had been double penetrated before, which is part of what led to this fantasy, but Masters cock was big, and Mikes was the biggest of all the others. I felt the pressure of his cock but I was as ready as I could be and he eased into me. It hurt but I pushed back pulling him in as the sensation of three cocks in me overwhelmed me. I was fucking Master. Mike's cock slowly went deep into my ass. I felt so full and it felt so good that I almost started cumming right there. A man whose name I didn't even know was fucking my face and two men were jacking off over me.

I was so fucking intense I couldn't control myself. I stayed like that for a while, completely overwhelmed. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth until I had it down my throat. That man started fucking my face. Then I realized I could get my hands on two more. I reached for one more cock as the man stood next to me. The other man took the example and I latched onto that one too. Grabbing those cocks hard I pulled them closer to me. I had three cocks near my face now and I couldn't concentrate on any one of them. Instead I tried to rotate my concentration, fucking Master a little, then poising my ass and tightening for the man victimizing it, whose balls I could feel against my pussy where they must have rested against Masters massive balls.

That thought sent me over the edge. I sucked one, grabbed another, then turned and sucked another and grabbed the other one then went back to getting a few strokes in for Master. It took so much concentration that I forgot all about my own pussy for a little while. The man in my ass sounded like he was getting close to cumming and that reminded me why I was here. I realized I was in no position to stop him. He grunted out loud and shoved deep into me, explodedijg in my ass. The first drops of cum had landed. I went back to sucking cock and jacking off cocks while while I fucked my Master. Mike pumped his cock into me until his cock was getting limp and he couldn't. I felt his dick slide out of me and I knew cum was drizzling down onto my pussy. I slid myself up Masters cock and began to fuck him in the longest strokes I could manage. I was so wet, I could hear my sloppy pussy.

Other men were getting close as I focused on Master. I leaned back, dropping the cock from my mouth. "Master," I begged. "Please cum on my face" I pulled up off of him and Master was right on time. He stood up over me and I knelt on the rug. Master stroked his dick over me and I reached for another one with my mouth. As they all stroked their cocks I sucked one mans into my mouth as he looked ready to cum. I sucked until his cock exploded. I let his first load slide out of my mouth onto my tits, swallowing only a little as he pulled out and his cum fell onto my shoulders and tits. My skin felt hot where the little splatters hit me. I was in sheer ecstasy as I shoved a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. Another man was moaning. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, then held my tits up so he could cum on them. His cum shot me in the face before the rest of his load spewed all over my tits. That man came forever. His load was huge and it drizzled off of my tits onto my thighs. I don't think I had ever seen so much cum from one man.

I turned to be next stranger and grabbed his cock and stroked it with him. I stroked hard and as my arm was getting tired he started saying he was going to cum. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close and held my face under his cock as his cum shot out in huge spurts all over my face. I felt like a good and proper cum slut but there was one person left. I looked up at my beautiful Master, his cock in his hand and I was overcome by lust and love for him. I wanted him inside me.

I begged him again. "Oh Master, fuck your slave." As I lay back in the rug, spreading my legs wide. He knelt between them and pushed his cock back into my pussy. He fucked hard and it wasn't long. I began rubbing warm jizz all over my tits and pinching my own nipples while he too started shooting his load into my steaming pussy. As he did he pulled out and shot most of his load onto my pussy lips. I reached down to rub his cum into my clit and it was then that I started cumming myself. I writhed on the floor for these gentlemen, almost screaming in pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes." I saw two of them rubbing their cocks again and I wanted more. "Fuck yes, stroke your cocks and give me more. All of them but Master grabbed there cocks and started trying to bring them back to life while I rubbed their cum all over my body and finger fucked myself. I rubbed my clit and came twice more in the long timespan before each mans cock eventually released on me again. I had four men standing over me with dicks in their hands, dropping splashes of cum on me one by one and I bathed in it, moaning like a drunk street whore.

Men were falling away. I felt like a warrior whore queen who had just vanquished an army. 

I lay there on the rug as they all faded away. I vaguely remember seeing Master with his pants on, and I heard men talking but I didn't care at all what they said. I could feel their cool cum all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my pussy, my ass, my thighs. I was completely used. I was completely overcome and I didn't want to move.

I don't know how long it was but after a good while Master was standing over me speaking. "Lay there slave and enjoy your conquest for the rest of the night. He brought me pillows from my perch and I crawled half way onto one. Before sleep took me I remember hearing a voice saying."You've got yourself one hell of a slave there, Jon"

I heard him reply, "Yes, I do."

I woke up to a quiet house with that memory in my head. I was sticky with dry cum all over me. It was the oddest feeling as I moved and felt it pulling at my skin. Yes, today I was a good and proper whore princess, loved and adored enough to be used and taken at the whim of a powerful, secure man.

No man could have whipped the smile from this little cumsluts face that day.

Later that evening Master pulled three guns from hidden spots around the room. It startled me until I realized what it really meant. I was very, very safe.

I also realized that the man who owned me was the most honorable, strong and safe man I had ever met.



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 1



"Angel on her knees"

Angela, my sister in submission, was coming over for the weekend. She and Master had been working together for nearly two months during which time I had not seen or heard from her. Master wanted to work with her without distraction. At first I was a little jealous, but I had no reason to be. Master spent the majority of his time with me, never skipped a beat in his interaction with me and I could tell he was making sure that I wouldn't feel neglected. Truth be told, he was burning the candle at both ends between his everyday work, his work with Angela, and spending time with me. In the end I felt guilty for my selfishness until I spoke with Master about it. His reassurance of his devotion to me left me realizing yet again that our relationship was not diminished by her presence, it was enhanced.

That truth has proven itself many times since then and the coming weekend was part of that revelation.

She was to arrive Friday and stay the weekend. I was so excited I couldn't contain it. I asked Master if he had plans. He nodded and asked me when I knew of a time that he didn't have a plan. Good point there, I couldn't think of one.

She arrived hours before Master was due home. The house looked great. I dismissed our house cleaner early and asked the cook to prepare a dinner which I could reheat. He made a spinach lasagna and salad and all I had to do was pop it in the oven and heat the bread. Perfect!

I should clarify that the house cleaner and cook are part of the household. They are well paid and I am convinced that they think we are crazy but they respect our privacy. A good portion of their pay compensates them for their silence and discretion.They are used to seeing my in various states of undress. I've caught the cook eyeing me many times. Sometimes I try to spare him, and other times I am a vicious tease, giving him glimpses of things he probably doesn't tell his wife. Our cleaning lady scolds me regularly for not wearing clothes. My favorite is, "Why do you think I want to see your naked body all the time?" She is a sweet lady though and we have had many good conversations. She doesn't understand our lifestyle but she understands why we want it to be our business and nobody else's.

Surely you can see why I would have wanted them gone.

I had a bottle of champagne on ice, for no particular occasion, just a huge desire to celebrate with her.

I was wearing what Master calls silks, which is a blue silk skirt, if you can call it a skirt, it is made of ribbons of silk a couple of inches wide which drape down to my knees from a thin belt which they loop around. It covers, but then it doesn't because the silk fabric is so thin and light that it blows or shifts with the slightest movement. Without panties the result is that you really are all but naked with the exception that when you kneel or sit, the ribbons gather between your legs and cover you, but they are parted above your thighs. 

The top is essentially a little halter that wears loosely and is held up by my breasts. It reminds me of what a belly dancer might wear, but considerably more revealing. Ribbons similar to the skirt drape over my breasts, long enough to reach just above my belly button. There are a few more narrow ribbons next to the wide ones over my breasts and none go under the arms or across the back. The silk hides nothing of the contours of my shape. When my nipples are hard they feel almost as obvious as if I were naked.

They cover a little but they are beautiful and the silk feels amazing brushing against my skin. Over my nipples it is so subtle but relentless, that often my nipples just stay aroused. They make me feel very, very sexy.

The whole ensemble creates an illusion of being covered but you really are very exposed. The silk waves and sways with your movements. It parts over your legs when you walk. The effect is a seductive and fluid covering that hides little and resists nothing but looks nice.

Standing on our porch, suitcase in hand, Angela looked like a dream. It's odd how your memory of someone changes over time, and then when you see them again the real image comes flooding back. My heart leapt at the sight of her. She was stunning in a short, white, tight, low cut dress which contrasted with her warm, dark skin. She wore white stilettos and had a pearl choker around her throat. Her black hair curled over her shoulders and the smile on her face spoke volumes. Our excitement was obviously mutual.

She stood her small suitcase up and practically jumped into my arms. We hugged until I pushed her back and looked down her gorgeous body. "Angela, my god, you're even more beautiful than I remember! " It hit me that I'd only really seen her in her bikini or naked for any length of time. When she got dolled up she was stunning.

She grabbed her suitcase on its rollers and we went inside as she responded. "And look at you, what is that thing you're wearing?"

"Master calls it silks. I don't know where he gets them but I have a bunch."

I looked back at her and she was watching me walk. "Shit girl, that's crazy sexy," she said.

I smiled and went to the champagne, raising the bottle in invitation. She nodded and I proceeded to open the bottle. My curiosity was killing me. "So, how's it going? I mean, with Master." At his mention her expression changed, mellowed and her smile grew."

"It's going great, I think. He tells me he's pleased with my progress." She paused.

I couldn't resist the urge to interrupt. "And...? How do to feel about it?"

Her voice deepened and became softer. "Wow. That's hard to say. I feel, well, I feel like my whole life is changing. I feel like a different person. I see people differently. It's like I see people and their dominance stands out to me, or their submissiveness. I feel like I understand myself better. I love it Stephanie."

I interrupted again. "Sister sweetheart, sister.."

"Oh yeah. Wow, I've got to remember that." I smiled, knowing she'd get it fast.

She continued, "But, there's one more thing. I don't know how to say it, but Sir says I'm not as submissive as you, that he sees dominant qualities in me. He hasn't said much more than that."

I thought about that, not sure what implications that had. "Well, I'm sure Master will clear it up when he's ready."

I offered her a glass of champagne and we both sipped it, standing quietly afterwards. The silence would have been awkward but I broke in. "Well, let me show you around." I took her by the hand, showing her my perch, which she eyed with deep consideration. I showed her around the rest of the home and then we stepped into the backyard. She seemed most comfortable there, enjoying the pool and hot tub, the gazebo and the barbecue and pizza oven cooking area. She looked around and we chatted about privacy, which as far as I was concerned was iron clad. I had absolutely no fear of intrusion. There were service people who occasionally came through, and I told her about the cook and the house cleaner. She seemed to really appreciate that bit. We laughed together as I wholeheartedly agreed.

By the time we were done our glasses were empty and our familiar comfort with each other was returning. I was remembering the brilliant intelligence and the warm beauty that she radiates.

We poured more champagne and she settled onto a couch while I curled up on a pillow on my perch. She had questions about the perch and how day to day life looked here. I told her about the mundane bits first and then talked about the more intricate parts which pertained to our lifestyle. How I greet Master each day, how we sleep and where we play.

As usual, she asked a dozen questions. We had a third glass of champagne and the next couple of hours passed before I realized it. Master would be home soon. I suggested to her that we both kneel for his arrival as I always try to do. She was all for it. I placed two pillows near my usual spot and we lounged there together for a while until we heard Master at the door. We both went to our knees. I watched her position herself. She brushed her hair back over her shoulders, hiked her dress up a little in her thighs, spreading her legs and pressed her breasts forward placing her hands on her thighs. It was beautiful and perfect. I did the same.

As Master walked in, we both looked at his feet, bowing our heads and angling our breasts forward. Our hands turned palm upward in unison. It was as if we had choreographed it, and then I realized that it was choreographed by Master.

He walked up to us with not a word, standing with one foot between each of our thighs. I could hear the smile in his voice as he greeted us. "Good evening girls."

Then It got awkward. We both tried to answer, but Angela stopped talking when she heard my voice. I spoke more cautiously after that. "Good evening Master, how may I serve you?"

"We" he said. "You will speak for both of you, slave, when I address you both. Angela is new and has to learn to follow your lead. She's done well with her training but now we'll all need to learn how this works when our family is together."

"Yes Master," I responded, looking at his feet.

He continued. "You two look lovely. That's a very nice selection Slave. Why are you clothed?

Oh crap. I had forgotten with all the distraction of having my sister with me again. I answered, "Forgive me Master, Your slave was distracted by her sisters presence. Would you like me, I mean us, I mean, your girls to take our clothes off now?"

"No. You are forgiven. You look lovely. Both of you go to your perch."

Sister and I swept to our feet and walked to my perch. I arranged the cushions for two and we knelt there, both of us looking down.

Master seated himself and spoke to us. "Look up girls. Relax a little. Let's talk. Angela you are free to speak."

Angela and I looked up at him with a short glance at each other. This was proving to be difficult. He was smiling but his tone had been stern and set me off balance. I could only imagine how my sister was feeling.

Master broke the silence. "So here's the plan for this weekend. Tonight I will be leaving you two alone. I will return tomorrow at about 6 and you will be ready to go out for dinner. Girl, you will wear exactly what I told you to wear. Slave, you will wear something similar in black. I have given your sister instructions and you have all that you need. Both of you will have your hair up and I'd like you both to go out and prepare yourselves for me tomorrow."

I didn't know if sister knew what he meant by prepare, but it meant mani's, pedi's, a Brazilian, the salon if we wanted, I thought I might even be able to pull off a massage for us. I was excited and distracted from my confusion over Master leaving us.

He continued, " While I'm gone, I'd like you two to spend some time together and reacquaint yourselves. You will be free until I return."

He stopped there and I asked, "Master, what is your pleasure for your servants before you leave? May we serve you?

"You will serve my wishes by doing as I have asked. Now, you may take those clothes off. I want to see my girls before I go."

Undressing took only moments. He said we were free. I took advantage by going to him naked and kneeling, off to the side with one of his feet between my knees so my sister would have room. As she came to us I took her hand and pulled her close so that as she knelt our thighs touched. Warm memories of her soft skin ripped through me, settling deep in my belly.

I held onto her hand as we knelt. We held our faces low. I could hear her soft breathing.

Master took our chins in his hands and raised our faces. He looked pleased. Who wouldn't be? I thought to myself. He smiled and spoke softly, "You two be sure to have a little fun while I'm gone. When I get back the real fun will begin."

Ok, now that was ominous coming from Master.

"Yes Master," I said, almost in unison except that her "Sir" stood out. Master noticed too.

"Girl, how do you feel about calling me Master? It wouldn't change our agreements any, but it sure would sound better."

"Yes Sir. I've thought about it. Sir feels weird. Master sounds more natural. I'm comfortable with calling you Master, but I..." She stopped herself. "Your girl is comfortable with calling you whatever will make you happy."

Master nodded and with a smile said, "Then call me Master."

I looked at her. "Yes Master", she replied, and the corner of her lips turned up in a subtle smile.

"Stand up." Came a sharp command. We both stood bare assed naked in front of him, me wearing only a collar, and she still wearing her pearl choker. I wondered if it was her idea or a command from Master to wear it. Or maybe it was a gift. Either way it was gorgeous on her tan neck.

Master took one of each of our hands in his and stood next to us, then he placed a hand on our shoulders and turned us toward each other. We were close. Our breasts brushed against each other. I was already aroused, and I felt her nipples harden against my tits.

Master said one word, "Kiss."

I leaned forward, placing my hands around her waist and she met me with slightly parted lips. Her lips lightly brushed over mine as her hands came up and she placed one behind my neck. The other laid on my arm. Our passion built upon each others and our next kiss was harder. She pulled me close. Our breasts pushed into each other and I instinctively slipped my tongue past her lips. She received it and our tongues began to dance together.

Master stepped away. "I'll see you tomorrow girls." And he walked towards the door. We both broke our kiss and turned, neither of us knew quite how to react, but Master looked over his shoulder. "You're free. Have a good time."

He walked out the door and we were both a little stunned and a little turned on, but it was too late, he was gone.

Sister spoke first. "Shit, he is so fuckin' intense. I don't even know how he does it. He always gets me going and then I never know what's going to happen." She looked at me with the question in her eyes.

"I don't get it either. Maybe I'm used to it, but I never feel used to it. He likes to keep us guessing."

She nodded and then the realization of what was happening just moments ago came back to me. I dropped my eyes down over her body. Her nipples were hard little buds. Her dark areolae wrinkled. Her tits stood out firm, perfect. Her waist led into her hips, creating beautiful curves. Her stomach was firm and flat, her sex still had a little triangle landing pad above her slit. She looked so clean and smooth that my thoughts of a Brazilian for her seemed futile. Her legs were muscular and shapely, but what I loved most was her beautiful brown skin. Not hint of tan line, I had never experienced such perfect color and softness in any person I had touched.

Touch is what I wanted to do. I returned my gaze to her face and she had been watching me admire her. We looked into each other's eyes as she spoke so low I could barely hear it. "Thank you Stephanie." I started to correct her but she stepped forward and held her hand up, almost to my lips. "No seriously, thank you."

I felt bashful. Speechless, but I muttered, "For what?"

"For being so open. For letting me in. I know... Master... Would not have taken me as his girl if you weren't ok with it."

I felt myself blushing. I listened, arguing with her in my head.

"Seriously, he told me. He made me agree that if our relationship interfered with your relationship, that he'd cut me loose. But," she looked away, "I don't want to go anywhere. You two... I don't know how to say it. You two have made me see that my crappy life doesn't have to be crappy."

I closed the gap between us and wrapped her in my arms. "Take that off of your mind. Master adores you and so do I. This is a little awkward but we'll get used to it. I don't want to lose you either. I want you in our life. You make Master happy and you make me happy. We can work through any hard parts"

She was looking at me as I spoke. She rested her head on my shoulder and I embraced her. Her hands slipped around my waist and we stood there together for a long time. When she leaned her head back I kissed her and from that point on our bodies didn't stop touching until we had satisfied our lusts.

She kissed me back hard, grasping my head in both of her hands and driving her tongue between my lips. I was caught off guard by her intensity, but I recovered, sliding my hands down her back, caressing the curves down until my hands were cupping her ass cheeks. Her nipples brushed against mine and I knelt down in front of her, sucking one of the hard nubs into my mouth. She stood, holding my head and quietly moaned her words. "I've been thinking about you every day, wanting to be with you."

I responded, "Mmm hmm," without taking my mouth off of her.

She continued, "You know, you're the first woman who ever touched me."

I nodded until her nipple popped out of my mouth. "Yes. And I'm pretty sure I'm the first woman you ever touched too." Memories of our weekend took my brain somewhere else for a moment.

She was smiling and her tone changed to something almost scary seductive. "I haven't stopped thinking about it. I fuckin' want more."

She grabbed my hair and leaned over me, going to her knees as she pulled me to the ground, not painfully, but not exactly voluntarily either. A flood of feelings washed over me. The feeling I get when I am overpowered and dominated struck me by surprise. I yielded as I sank to the floor. She laid down on top of me, still holding my hair and kissed me with that same aggressive kiss, her tongue pushing between my lips like she was claiming them for her own.

I wanted nothing more than to give in. I let her kiss me, sucking and playing with her tongue. One of her hands gripped my breast. It was strong and aggressive. Suddenly she stopped kissing me, drawing back, then she backed up, crawling over my body and planted her head between my thighs. I parted them readily. Her tongue wasted no time. That same aggressive approach plunging between my nether lips left me gasping for air. I raised my hips up and she began to suck on my hole. It felt intense and I knew I wasn't going to last long.

She pushed fingers into my pussy, which by now was oozing sex juice like crazy and proceeded to lick me with a firm, aggressive touch.

I felt my stomach tightening, warmth building inside. When she brushed over my clit I yelled at her. "Oh fuck that feels good. Please suck my pussy." She did, she latched onto my clitoris like a vacuum, and it nearly sent me over the edge. As she fucked me with her fingers and sucked on my clit, I remembered how large her clit was. I imagined sucking it like it was a little cock. That was all my body and mind could handle and a fast, furious orgasm gripped me. I pushed my hips up into her face, moaning out loud, forgetting my rules so that her name echoed through the room and in my head.

"Angela," was like a dream.

She kept going and I had a, long, sustained orgasm that left me feeling completely wired and ready to go. I pushed her head off of me and pulled her toward me, begging her to come to me "Come here baby." I purred.

She crawled up my body and I sucked her lips like a starving child, tasting myself on her and licking my cum from her cheeks and her chin. She was rubbing her tits back and forth on mine and my nipples were rock hard.

Having cleaned her of my essence, the musky smell was still thick in the air, I pushed my mouth up next to her ear and whispered, "I want to taste you now, and let your taste your cum on my lips."

She moaned, "Mmm Hmm," crawling forward over my body. I barely got one lick at her nipple as her tits moved past my face. She didn't wait, but dragged her legs over my arms and positioned her slit over my face. Her smell overwhelmed my own lingering scent, sweet and tangy. I caught a short glimpse of her thick, dark labia, open like the petals of a flower, almost dripping before she lowered herself over my lips. I gasped for air before I was smothered in that hot, delicious pussy.




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 1



I plunged my tongue between her folds, sinking it as deep into her tight little hole as it would go. While my tongue fucked her, I peeked up along her stomach, at her heavy breasts bobbing in the air over me. She grabbed a handful of hair at the top of my head with one hand and grasped one of her tits with the other. Her hand in my hair pulled me into her cunt and she slid her hips back and forth over my face. I let my tongue and my lips glide along the track of her slit, jabbing my tongue inside her when it was in position as she pulled my face into her crotch with my hair.

She didn't stop. I was breathing through my nose as the realization crept over me that I was being used by this woman. She was pulling my hair and grinding her cunt into my face as I did my best to tongue fuck her, lick her, or rub over her clit with my tongue or my lips or even my nose. I had no control and no desire to be anything but her slut fucktoy. It was a familiar feeling that I loved, but it felt new and scary as I realized that my Masters second girl was dominating me without even trying.

I resolved myself to be taken and used by her. It was like she had forgotten that I was under her. She wanted her pussy licked and I was the toy with the tongue. I wrapped my arms around her thighs from behind and buried my face into her. If that's what she wanted, I was going to give it my best. That only drove her harder. I was barely able to keep from scraping her with my teeth. My lips were hurting as she shifted, positioning my mouth over her large, erect clit. I wrapped my lips around it and swirled my tongue.

I was a little in shock at her sudden change, and I was a lot turned on. I pulled one arm from her thigh and gripped her with the other arm. Pushing my thumb up under my chin by her perineum I slicked it up and began rubbing her anus with it, putting slow pressure on the hole. She ground into me all the harder. It was hard to breathe and I didn't care. I inserted my thumb a little more and it passed her tight barrier and sunk inside her ass. Her muscles resisted my presence, I swirled it around in her ass, massaging against the ring of sphincter muscles.

Sister was moaning repeatedly, and with each breath out she was saying, "Oh, fuck yes baby. Fuckin' lick my pussy, lick it baby, lick it.

I obeyed while pushing my thumb in as deep as I could. My attention on her clit alternated between firm pressure and soft pressure as I gained a little control. She was so loud I knew it was close. I sucked her little cock looking clit like it was my only reason for living. I flicked at it with tongue and lips until it hit. She pushed her pubes down on my mouth hard. My lips screamed in pain but my tongue could still swirl over that clit. I fucked her ass hard and she came and came. I felt her wet juices leaking over my jaw and onto my throat but I stayed with her clit until she was pushing my face away saying, "No, stop, stop."

That's when I let myself smile. I pulled my thumb out of her ass as slowly as I could with her pulling away and she reacted to the sensation with groans of pleasure. Finally I reached for her and pulled her down to lay beside me. "Come here sis." I wanted to feel her holding me. I wanted to feel her body close to mine. She draped one leg over my thigh so it nestled within my crotch. She lay one hand between my breasts and draped her fingers over my heart and kissed me long and passionately, sucking my lips and tasting herself on me before resting her head on my shoulder.

I put one hand in her flowing hair and stroked it gently, pondering over what had just happened, not confused, but not fully understanding. This was only the second time we had met, technically, but I felt like I had known her for years. The intimacy between us was strong, but in truth we were just getting to know each other. Master had been training her a lot for weeks. I knew how deeply that could affect a person. She was his submissive now, and yet here I was with bruised lips from the intensity she had just taken me.

I decided then that she could use me anytime. It was hot, but she didn't do it to bring me the delicious pain I was feeling in my lips. She did it for her own pleasure. I was ok with it, but I had to know her mind.

After a while I spoke. "Sister..."

She lifted her head and looked at me.

"Sister, I don't know how to say this."

"Just say it." She responded, "Say anything."

So I did. I just blurted it out. "You just took me like I was your toy."

She didn't answer so I continued. "I mean, it's ok. It was crazy hot, but I just didn't see it coming. It took me by surprise and..."

She cut me off by putting her hand on the side of my head and pulling me in for a kiss, then she spoke. "I've just wanted to be with you again ever since we met. I just got caught up in it. You're my first."

I kept the blunt honesty going while I still had it in me. "You just completely dominated me."

She just looked at me for a second, as if thinking. That brilliance shown In her eyes again, of her mind flashing over the scenario and processing the situation. It was one of the things that drew me to her. "Well fuck." She said.

I laughed, and then we laughed together.

"Yeah, fuck is right. I think Master sees it in you too.." I said.

"Well, fuck," she said again more quietly.

She almost looked embarrassed but the ice was broken. She had a dominant side. I don't know if she knew what implications that had at the time, and over the course of the evening we decided that we should tell Master about it. We spent the evening getting a little drunk and ate the brilliant spinach lasagna. I admired her gorgeous body all night and we spent a while just kissing and touching each other before bed.

We decided to sleep in Masters bed. I was in a playful mood and I was half drunk so I wanted to tease her dominant nature out again. She lay on the bed and I knelt next to her.

"Sister..." I turned my voice to a syrupy tease. "How may I serve you?"

She blinked a couple of times, a little startled. "Well shit." She paused for a moment and looked at me, again processing the possibilities and forcing my affection for her to grow even more as I loved reading her face and seeing her depth.

She continued, only I think she had decided she would take advantage of the situation. "Go get that big pink dildo and fuck me."

"Yes sister, will that be all?" I replied. She nodded and I bounded into the great room, returning with the weapon we called The Pink One. It was a large, thick pink dildo with a wide, head on it. It had a vibe that felt like an earthquake inside you. It was soft but very rigid. It could hurt a girl.

I was going to have a little fun.

She said for me to fuck her, so I wasted no time kneeling between her legs with the big monster in my hands. I started rubbing the length of it over her slit gently. Her lips parted as I pushed upward from her perineum with the head. As it passed over I could see her wetness. I pushed the head against her entrance, swirling and turning it until the head was soaked with her juices, then I took it to my mouth and licked it clean as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Damn girl, you know how to get me going." I heard her say, but she hadn't seen what I was up to yet.

Next I brought it to her opening, and sliding it up and down her slit a little bit I pushed the head in. Her head went back into the pillow and she sucked in a breath. I pushed it in more and more, sliding it in and out slightly until it was slick with her cum. I pushed until it wouldn't go any deeper and she was whimpering softly, "oh fuck, oh fuck that thing is big."

"It is big and hard and I'm going to fuck you with it just like you commanded me sister." I said, pulling it all the way out and then pushing it past her lips and deep inside again. When I felt it hit bottom I started swirling it, moving it around inside her. Both of her hands gripped the sheet.

I made that a pattern. All the way out, all the way in, swirl it around inside her with just a little pressure on it.

"How does your sisters big pink cock feel?" I asked.

"Oh fuck, it feels good."

"I bet it does sister." I pulled it out and went in for another round of the pattern that was driving her crazy.

"You have this little fuck toy here, fucking you with her big, pink cock. You can do anything you want with your fuck toy sister."

Another round and this time when I slid it inside her she gripped the sheets and moaned out loud. "Ohhhh, fuck me."

I continued weaving my little spell on her. "Oh yes sister, I am fucking you. My big pink cock loves to fuck you. Your little fuck toy wants to make it feel good." Another swirl of the pink monster deep inside her. Her hips were moving in sync with my thrusts and movements inside her.

"Your hot little pussy looks lonely sister."

She let out a super long moan.

"Do you want your fuck toy to kiss your sweet pussy and make it not feel lonely?"

She was squirming already. "Fuck yes."

Permission, that's what I wanted out of her. I dipped my head down and held the pink cock inside her, swirling it gently, knowing that the fat head was filling her up deep inside and touching places that a girl doesn't get touched often enough. I held it in, not removing it again, she was full of my cock.

I licked up the side of it tracing over her inner labia with my tongue. Her body twitched with the pleasure of it. I sucked her thick swollen outer labia, up and down, pulling at it while the cock filled her up. She was close.

Using my other hand which wasn't on the dildo, I pulled back the hood of her big clit, almost looking like a little cock itself. I treated it like one. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, ever so gently.

She felt it. She growled at me, "Ohhhhh, fuck yeah. Suck my fuckin' clit."

I did. I pursed my lips and very gently slid them down onto her clit. And then began to suck softly, pinching it between my lips. She reacted. I felt her hands in my hair and she pulled my face down against her pubes, it hurt. I slowly sucked harder, swirling my tongue over and around her love button as I swirled the big cock against her insides.

She let go with a loud continuous moan. Her juices were flooding my fingers on the dildo. I kept it up. She pushed her hips into my face as she ground my face into her pubes. I wedged my chin against the bone beside her slit to keep from hurting her and sucked her little clit more.

It seemed to last and last. I felt proud but I wasn't done. I slowly retrieved the big cock out of her. My lips were throbbing. I pulled the slick dildo out and slid it down over her perineum to the entrance to her ass. She said fuck her, not where and how much. I grinned to myself, knowing she couldn't take the massive head in her ass.

I pressed it gently against her asshole, still swirling it gently as I grabbed the shaft. She was watching me. I grinned.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She asked.

"Fucking you, sister. You said to fuck you... Do you want me to stop... Fucking you?"

She thought for a moment. "You are fucking dangerous." I nodded but she lifted her thighs up and exposed her ass more for me.

"I don't think you can take this in your ass sister. But someday you might need to be able to."

Her reply surprised me. "Have you forgotten who our Master is?"

I was intrigued, but this dildo was huge. She'd already rocked a massive orgasm and I hadn't even turned on the vibes. I kept gentle pressure against the ring of her sphincter muscles. I saw her relaxing herself, taking deep breaths. Yes, the signs of our Master were there.

I pressed it in a little more. Her eyes shut, her breathing steadied, she tucked her legs against her belly and held them with her hands.

My pressure continued as I watched her ass expand slowly. Suddenly it entered her. I almost jerked back for fear of hurting her, but I looked up and she was smiling. Not a sound came out of her as she took it in a little deeper.

"Wow," the exclamation escaped my lips without my realizing it. Her smile grew bigger.

"Master?" I said. She opened her eyes.

"Master." She replied.

I was impressed. It took me a long time to be able to take The Pink One in my ass.

So, since she was so damned impressive I decided to up the intensity. I flipped the little switch at The Pink Ones base and The Pink One roared to life.

"Oh fuck you." She said.

I giggled. 

I played with her ass for a little while until she asked me to remove it. I removed it slowly and then licked her pussy clean of her delicious cum until she gave me even more.

She was spent. I was spent and my lips were still throbbing. I pulled the covers over us and laid myself at her side with my head on her shoulder and draped one leg over her. We fell asleep together and slept until late in the morning.

We woke groggy from wine and sex. Sister noticed my lip was swollen on one side. I thanked her and kissed her with it.

We had a light breakfast and a Bloody Mary to help with our mild hangovers.

We showered together, washing each other, shaving each other's legs, both of us preparing ourselves for our Masters return. We went out and got our nails done, deciding that's all we needed.

Sister had brought white stockings to go with her white dress and matching panties and bra, under Masters orders. She looked like a modern day sex goddess. I wore black stockings and my skimpy black dress. We both decided to go pantyless, although she had reservations about not having been given orders but I assured her Master would appreciate it even if he decided we had disobeyed.

We looked hot, her with her brown skin contrasting with her white dress, I with my pale white skin contrasting with my black dress. We both had our hair up and each of us left a little wisp of hair hanging down on opposite sides of our head. She wore her white pearl choker. I had on my collar until further orders were given.

We were going to make our Master proud that night.

But that is another story.

Part 2 is coming soon.



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 2



Master arrived home precisely at 6pm. My sister, Angela and I were waiting for him on cushions, on our knees, not far from the door.

She, with her beautiful Mexican features and warm brown skin was kneeling next to me. By our Masters orders we had spent hours getting ourselves dolled up for him to take us out to dinner. We gave it our best effort in our desire to please him greatly. She wore a tight white dress that didn't quite reach down to mid thigh. It hugged her curves and the low cut revealed cleavage, that left no need to imagine what beauty her dress hid from the world. Under it she wore white, sheer, lace stockings and a sexy white bra that perfectly exhibited and accentuated her large breasts. All she wore beyond that was a beautiful, sexy white pearl choker which I learned had been given as a gift by Master as a symbol of his dominance.

Neither of us wore panties that night, a fact that I was partially regretting. Looking at her beautiful body and knowing that Master had plans for us tonight was already contributing heavily to my arousal.

For my part I had on a similar dress of jet black. It was not as low cut, but was still quite revealing. It was however even shorter than hers and I knew I would spend a good part of the evening pulling it down over the top of my sheer, black stockings.

We both wore stiletto pumps. We both wore our long black hair up at the back, and we both had left little wisps of hair trailing down on opposite sides of our heads, just in front of our ears, purely for effect of course. Her black eyes and dark skin, and my white skin with blue eyes had been a brilliant tribute to our differences, while our black hair and similar hairstyles spoke to the world of our similarities. Our bond to Master was the bridge which brought our two worlds together.

We remained silent as Master stood over us. I could only see his dress shoes and the bottoms of his black slacks, but these told me enough to know he too was dressed for the occasion. Heels add challenges to kneeling, but we dealt with it, kneeling in our best poses of submission. Being without panties, kneeling with our thighs spread wide and short dresses hiked up over our hips left our nether girl parts very exposed. I was mildly aroused already and I knew that my pink lips must be pouting, exposed and very visible to Master.

My owner stood quietly for a long while. I assumed he was appraising us until finally he knelt on one knee on front of me. His hand came into view as it moved toward my mound, one finger slipping almost into my pussy hole and sliding up along the slit. I shuddered uncontrollably.

He brought his finger to his lips and I heard him tasting it. Before he moved to Angela and did the same, I could see his hand brush along her thigh up to her crotch. I heard her take a deep breath as Masters finger slid along her slit.. I almost looked up but I held my pose and waited.

Master stood. His words were sharp and clear. "Stand up girls."

We responded in unison, leaning forward and pushing ourselves to our feet. We were tall in our pumps, and while my sister was a little shorter than me, it wasn't enough to make the difference, with me at 5'10" and she at just under 5'9". We were like the perfect pair of opposite twins.

Master stood quietly looking us over from head to toe. "You two look stunning. How I ever got so lucky to have two girls as beautiful as you, I will never know."

"Master," I replied, "It's not luck. It's because you are such an amazing man."

"Girl, do you agree?" He asked.

"Yes Master, I agree." Sister answered.

"Regardless, I could not be more proud than to have you two on my arm."

I was flattered, but at the same time I understood how he felt. Master is and was a beautiful example of masculinity. He wore a single breasted dark grey jacket with a darker than blood red, crew cut shirt underneath. His muscular physique stood out for those with a discerning eye. His strong jawline, brown goatee and stern facial structure framed dark, piercing brown eyes. His smile, often hidden, still showed in his eyes.

Sister was the perfect picture of beauty. Together we looked like Hollywood starlets out to take over the night on the arms of modern day royalty. As arrogant as it sounded in my thoughts, I chose to hang on to the idea.

Master took my collar in his fingers. "We will be out in the world for part of the night. Your onyx choker will have to do.

"Yes Master." I said and turned to run and get the choker from my jewelry box. Taking my collar off is never easy for me, but this night I was already prepared for the possibility. I resolved to accept the reality and move on. I took the hard, golden metallic collar off and set it on top of my jewelry box, ignoring the insecurities which always bother me when it is removed. I replaced it with a black onyx choker which went tight on my neck. It had round beads all the way around, with small, silver rings separating each bead.

I looked in the nearby mirror and I had to admit, it looked perfect and although the onyx beads were larger than my sisters pearls, it would be an excellent compliment to the look we had in our little trio.

I came back out and sister smiled. She knew it was perfect too. Master nodded and opened the door.

My sister and I had no idea where we were going or what the plan was, but we were excited. It turned out that Master had reservations at a fantastic restaurant with a blues band playing on a small stage. We had a semi private room at the back of the restaurant. As we entered, eyes turned our way. Sister and I draped ourselves over each of his arms and pretended not to notice. We were seated each on one side of Master, with me at his right hand. We ordered wine and dinner. We ate, listening to the music while having idle conversation.

As the evening wore on, I felt Masters hand on my thigh under the table. I glanced at him enough to see his casual smile, but my gaze landed on sister. Her eyes were closed. her lips were parted and Masters hand was under the table between her legs. He looked at me and ordered. "Spread your legs."

I complied immediately and his hand slid up my thigh, cupping my smooth, hairless mound. His fingers worked between the folds of flesh and his finger entered me. I raised my hips despite my fear of being caught, showing him how much I was willing to comply. His fingers began to fuck me without mercy. I looked over at my sister and she had slid down on her seat. She had a slight glistening layer of sweat on her cleavage.

Masters fingers began to rub softly over my clit in between thrusts of his fingers as deep as the angle would let him penetrate me. It was completely overwhelming. I feared that all someone needed to do was look under the table from across the room and they would see our spread legs with Masters hands buried inside us.

My pussy was sending me a message I didn't want. I was going to cum. I reached for my dress to pull it higher, afraid my juices would get all over it, but I heard Masters voice in my ear. "No. Put your hands on the table."

I obeyed reluctantly. I heard sisters voice soft, almost whispering to my left. "Master, master..." She took a deep breath. "Please... please, Master." Her hands were gripping the edge of the table. The look on her face was beautiful. She was enjoying what he was doing but fears and nerves were also evident. The mixture was contagious and I felt the same feelings wrapping around me.

She closed her mouth and made muffled whimpering, moaning sounds. I could tell she was close to cumming. Master spoke softly into her ear. "You do not have permission to cum, girl."

Her moaning after that reflected her frustration. I knew that I would be in for the same treatment as I saw him remove his hand from her crotch and his focus turned to me. Sister let out a deep breath as if she had been holding it, then resumed breathing hard.

Masters fingers plunged into me harder and he flicked his fingers over my clit in fast, vibrating motions. I felt my insides giving in.

"Master," I begged, "will you let your slave cum?" The conviction in my plea was weak and he knew it.

I looked at him. "You know better." he smiled at me with the same casual smile that had been on his face all evening. I gave him a frustrated groan in response.

I knew I was going to fail if he continued. I was becoming desperate. He knew me too well, he must have been aware, but he didn't stop. I felt my orgasm approaching.

"Master, please, your slave can't..." It hit me then. I bit my lower lip to keep from calling out as I felt a flood of my cum soak his fingers. They were wet and sloppy, still fucking me and flicking at my clit. I cried out but thankfully the music was loud enough to cover the sound. I slumped over onto his shoulder, gripping his arm for support as embarrassment sank in. I had no idea if anybody saw me, and for the moment I didn't care. I had failed to obey, and I knew I had been set up. The only consolation was that I suspected that he set me up for a reason, and I expected that tonight I would enjoy a painful punishment. The mere thought took me to a comfortable place as I gripped his arm, thankful for a place to rest my head.

He was moving. I brought my head up and saw him working on my sister again. She was gripping the table again. She must have known that she was in trouble when she glanced over at me desperately.

She held her mouth closed but her sound was audible, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." She looked at him with eyes half closed with passion. "Please Master, I can't hold it."

I knew he was smiling that wicked smile at her as his hand kept going. "I know girl. I'm already looking forward to your punishment."

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "I'm going to cum Master." Her face was red. I could see the embarrassment in her expression. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the room as her body reacted at least partly against her will. She put her hand over her mouth as she started to writhe against his hand. I couldn't turn my eyes away and I didn't want to look at the room either. I was afraid every eye would be on us.

Her orgasm was delicious to watch despite the mixed feelings in me. As she came down she placed one hand on Masters thigh and another on the seat beside her, lifting her hips off of the seat. I knew her wetness must have been extreme, but Master put a hand on her thigh, shoving down. When she resisted he said, "Sit."

Her face reddened even more as she sat down. We were a mess and the night was young. I could smell our sex. I could feel cool air on my wet pussy. The room acted as if we didn't exist, and in their world I'm sure we were totally irrelevant but in my head they were all staring at me.

Master, ever the comedian, called the waitress over for more wine. I watched her intently, hoping she wouldn't notice our overheated, driven look or the heavy scent of our sex. Every hint of expression on her face registered as awareness in my mind. I looked at Master. He looked back as if probing my thoughts. He said, without hesitation, "You may never be here again, and she may never forget you, but you belong to me and what she thinks doesn't matter at all. You're either my fuck toy or you're not."

He looked at my sister, then back at me. "What are you?"

My mind flooded with the reminder that while I choose to be a slave, what he said was true. It instantly became a choice in my thoughts but I knew what I wanted. I loved this man and the role I chose to live. "Master, this slave is your fucktoy."

He looked at sister. "And you girl? What do you choose to be tonight?"

She was still flushed but her reply had no hesitation. "I am so your fuckin' toy." She got a sheepish look on her face and repeated herself more carefully. "This girl is your fucktoy too, Master."

He nodded. "Good, because we're just getting started. Tonight you're going to entertain a few of our associates and fucktoy will be the theme."

The wine arrived and he took a sip. "Enjoy this last glass of wine girls. You're going to need your wits about you if you're going to be good fucktoys." The waitress hesitated as she was walking away, stopping dead in her tracks for just a moment. If she had any suspicions at all, they were confirmed. Either that or she had just developed a few new semi-confirmed suspicions. I looked at my sister. She caught it too.

I wondered if sister had any idea what it might be like to entertain Masters associates, then I wondered if I really had any idea. I concluded that I'd best be prepared for anything.

My last glass of wine didn't last long. Sister put hers away awfully quickly too. Any added lack of inhibitions could only help us tonight, and we already knew this was our last taste. Master stopped himself after the next glass too. This was my first sign that things might get very intense.

We sat quietly, finishing our meal and generally feeling a little intimidated. Master looked as comfortable as ever. Momentarily I felt his hand on my thigh again, and suddenly he swept his finger over my slit. He brought his finger up and placed it on sisters lips. "Taste my slave."

She parted her lips and sucked his fingers into her mouth. Arousal crept over us both again. He did the same to sisters sweet slit, bringing his finger to my lips. I turned up the heat by sucking his finger into my mouth like it was his cock. I played with it, enjoying her flavor, swirling my tongue around it and making slurping sounds. That's when I noticed the waitress was standing by me, delivering the check. I stopped instantly as I noticed her. I glanced up. Her face was bright red.

Master spoke up, "Thank you my dear. Never mind us, we're just gearing up for a night of steamy sex."

I was mortified, but the waitress was more so. She didn't even answer, but she looked Master in the eye and I got the sense that she was not entirely offended or embarrassed. Something in her was intrigued.

Master paid the bill and as we left heads turned our direction again. I struggled to look composed as we left, but I was also acutely aware that my wet crotch might not be hidden. I adjusted my skirt as low as it would go. Men were stripping us naked with their eyes.

I looked at Master. He looked pleased, and that brought my security back. I relaxed and even managed to play the tease a bit, letting my hips sway a little more as we left the establishment. If Master was pleased, and I was his fucktoy, then I ought to feel fulfilled. Despite my nerves, part of me felt very fulfilled.

I have no idea what went through my sisters mind as we left. As we got into the car, I looked at her butt. I saw no sign of her wetness and hoped that my dress was hiding the truth as well. But then, we were gone. Those people were in our past, and our future was uncertain. If tonight were true to my past, sister would be tested and we both would feel the loving, strong discipline of our Master. Set up or not, it was his pleasure.

We drove in silence, out into the country. I knew this road. We were on the road to the home of Mistress Victoria, a professional dominant lady. Many men pay her well for her services, but she has one full time slave. He is a strong man about Masters age, meaning he is in his mid-thirties. He is one of the most submissive people I have ever met. He also has a massive cock.

Mistress Victoria is a beautiful older woman, five to ten years older than Master, although I don't know her true age. She has thick, long blond hair, a beautiful figure, and I had never seen her wear anything other than black leather. She is the image of a dominatrix as the world sees them. She is wholly heterosexual, but I know from experience that she likes to toy with submissive girls. The most significant thing about Mistress Victoria is what she proudly calls her dungeon. It is the stereotypical image of a stone basement with a variety of bdsm equipment. It is a place I fear, as I also fear Mistress Victoria. Not that I fear for my safety or that I will be unsafe around her. I fear her mind. She has a wicked sense of humor and the ways she comes up with to punish her submissives is truly intimidating.

We arrived at her home. Master, sister and I approached the door. Under orders we knelt at her door. Her slave Michael received us. His Mistress named him Shit. We rose and entered behind Master. This place was a place of formality. Slaves had rules, some of which did not apply to us because we belonged to Master. Shit did not speak unless spoken to, and for the most part I did not either when I was here.

To my surprise, we weren't taken downstairs, but Shit led us through the house to a room I had never seen. Sister was in awe of the beautiful home, but I could sense her nervousness. I'm sure that my own nerves were not helping her.

The room we entered had a large, four poster bed in the center of it. Around the walls were several large comfortable looking chairs, love seats and sofas. The ceiling was entirely mirrored. It became clear that this room was designed for exhibition. At the foot of the bed was a large chest. I could only imagine what might be hidden in there.

Master spoke to Shit, who left the room. He then ordered us to remove all of our clothes and let our hair down. We both complied. Undressing in front of an audience was something I had grown used to, but I wasn't so sure about sister. Once our outfits were on the floor, we both let out our hair. Our long black tresses fall down over our backs and shoulders. He then motioned for us to get on the bed. Sisters nerves were very evident. I was starting to accept that this was going to be a long, intense night. Master spoke, "Kneel. Do not speak. Be still."

We obeyed. I wanted to encourage sister. I wanted to comfort her but I knew every opportunity for that was gone.

Master left, meaning that we could both look over the room. There were no windows. The seats on all sides could hold a lot of people. The room was ornate, with pictures on the walls of people in a variety of sexual embraces. They were beautiful and while they were erotic, they weren't particular to our lifestyle. The mirrored ceiling assured that no place on this bed would be unexposed. It was like we were on a pedestal on display.

When Master returned he was not alone. Mistress Victoria was with him, dressed in a black leather corset and knee high platform boots. Her breasts spilled out of her corset as if they were about to burst free. If I didn't have so much respect for her, I would have thought it looked cheesy. Her long blond hair was braided with thin, black ribbons entwined in the braid. Shit came in behind them, lugging a large bag I recognized as belonging to Master.

Mistress Victoria looked us over, walking around all sides of the bed, appraising us. The look on her face made me think she was deciding which piece of steak she wanted for dinner. She walked up in front of sister. "This must be your new toy. Very nice Jon. I don't know how you found yet another girl that is so gorgeous and innocent looking."

Sister held her face still, watching the Mistress with her eyes. Master stepped alongside her. "My slave brought this girl to me. I didn't want another girl, but how could I resist this one?" He asked rhetorically.

The Mistress stepped closer to me and grabbed my chin, turning my head to look into her eyes. "You... If ever I would take a girl slave, this would be the one I would want."

I gulped involuntarily. Master had allowed her to play with me a few times, and I had no desire to be owned by her.

She spoke again, still gripping my chin hard. "Look Jon, she doesn't like that idea." She dropped my face. "Well, If she ever needs punishment, you know where to send her. I like the look of fear in her eyes."

Master chuckled. "This one is well trained. The other needs more, but she's coming along nicely, although tonight they both need a little discipline."




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 2



Here it comes, I thought. I was part thrilled and part worried. Mistress Victoria went to a closet and brought something out. I didn't see it until it was tossed to Master. A crop. I heard a small sound come out of sister. Master heard it too and turned his attention to her. He brushed the crop over her belly and across her tits. I winced before it was even necessary. Masters sadism always stood out more when we were here. The crop struck across one of her nipples and then the other sharply. She yelped.

"Silence." Master said softly. "Make a noise only when spoken to."

Shit was watching. His eyes were full of sympathy, but I could see a bulge in his loin cloth as he knelt in a corner of the room.

Master's crop struck her breasts again. She moved, but she was silent.

Master was getting into it. He asked her, "How does that feel?"

She replied after a couple of deep breaths. "It hurts Master."

He reached out as Mistress Victoria paced the floor behind him, watching us. He touched her nipple gently. I could not look at it directly but I could see redness on the side of her breast. I knew what she was experiencing. As his fingers touched her she reacted as though her breast was extremely sensitive.

"How does that feel girl?" He asked.

She didn't answer right away, but when she did answer, she surprised me. "Master, it feels incredible."

"Do you like it?"

She hung her head in obvious shame as she answered. "Yes Master. I like it."

The crop struck each nipple again and then he struck mine and I winced.

"Does it still feel good?"

She nodded, and he struck her nipples again. She whimpered out loud, "Yes Master! It feels good but it hurts."

He struck my nipples again. "Does it feel good slave?"

I answered, "Yes Master, may I have another?"

He granted my wish, striking my nipples and breasts until they were red and stinging. I tried to hold still but the rush of blood to my breasts and the pain began to consume me. I hung my head down and let it draw me in.

Master took each of us from the bed, had us bend over it next to each other. I looked at sister, her face was flushed. She looked at me too. I was worried, not knowing all of her training and not knowing how much pain she had endured. She winked at me and smiled. I am sure the look of surprise on my face was apparent, but the message I received was that she was enjoying it.

I was thankful and more comfortable for that.

We bent over, looking into each others eyes as we placed our faces on the bed. Immediately I felt the first strikes on my ass. Master continued and I knew he would until my ass was nice and red for he and the spectators. I held my sisters gaze as I felt my arousal taking control of me. I knew my pussy was getting wet and my arousal was showing. I let the warmth sink in, wondering what would be next after Master was satisfied with our burning pink asses. Knowing he was enjoying me was enough for me.

I knew the drill. I heard him asking, "How does your ass feel slave."

I answered, "It feels like it is well loved by my Master."

He chuckled. "Normally I would punish your sarcasm."

I heard the crop against sisters ass. She shut her eyes. He continued whipping her. I knew he was hitting every spot that wasn't already affected. She kept her eyes shut, but the expression on her face changed as strike after strike landed on her flesh. Her breathing evened out, her whimpering each time she was hit lessened. Her lips parted and when she opened her eyes they were filled with lust. That was when I knew that she too was a pain slut. She was getting off on it and my heart warmed for her even more. I knew then that our sisterhood had taken on a much deeper understanding. I knew that her desire for Masters pleasure was as deep as my own. I knew that her love of his attention was growing like mine continued to do. My love for her deepened as we stared at each other.

Master finished and stood us up. "Turn." He commanded. We both turned in a complete circle and more until we faced Master, the Mistress and her slave.

Mistress Victoria was smiling appreciatively, enjoying the fact that we had been well beaten.

Master asked me, "Who owns you slave?"

I was still dwelling on my pain, but the words came clear and creative. "Master owns this slave. This slave is Masters toy, Masters slut, Masters whore. She is whatever Master desires of his slave girl." I knew that would get to him. And it did.

He smiled.

When I am in that condition, that smile means the world to me. It's like nourishment. It feeds me and keeps me going.

He ordered us onto the bed. "You, little Shit, bring me my ropes."

Quiet delight filled me. I was longing to be bound by him, restrained to his will and his masterful touch. He had us lay on our backs with our heads at opposite ends of the bed. I glanced at him with surprise to realize he was holding a huge double dildo. It was thick and too long, flesh colored and each end looked fairly realistic in its shape. Master was quick and ruthless as he pushed it deep inside me. My pussy was soaking wet but the head was thick and it took a couple of tries to get it in. It entered, snaking inside me and filling me completely. It was all I could do not to grind my hips into it as he made my sister back up and push herself down onto it. It seemed that she had a hard time taking it in too, but when it was inside her she moaned out loud. I silently begged her to remain silent, but the words never left my mouth.

She pushed against the dildo and it shoved even deeper into me. It pushed into my inside every time she moved.

Master brought rope. He bound our thighs together with turn after turn of soft, thick cotton rope, my right thigh to her left, and her left to my right, low near the hips. He made it tight. It forced the dildo to push deep inside us as he bound us together, pushing our lower legs so that they didn't interfere and were directed past each other, but our thighs were all but immoveable. I closed my legs a little. Hers closed with mine. Master gave me a look of disapproval. I spread them wide for him.

Next he bound my wrists in front of me over my stomach and did the same to sister. Then he tied our wrists so that there was a short length of rope tied between her wrist bindings and mine. Our wrists were between our legs. We could hold hands, but neither of us moved much. Every single twitch she made echoed deep into my already aching cunt.

Next he placed nipple clamps on each of us. They weren't particularly strong or painful, but they pinched hard enough to arouse me. They were connected by a chain between my breasts. Next, master used a thin piece of cord and tied the chain on my nipple clamps to the chain on hers, adjusting the tautness so that her nipple clamps tugged against mine.

When that was done, I heard him move but then I heard nothing. Every tiny twitch sister made pulled against the clamps on my nipples or pushed or wiggled against the huge dildo.

I was proud of Master. I felt helpless, and in that helplessness I found the most comfort.

Master spoke up. "I hope you're comfortable girls because this is how you're going to spend the night. You are free to speak, but you're not free to orgasm. I will check in on you from time to time, as will the Mistress. We'll make sure the bindings are doing no harm. You will report to us every hour on how you feel. Would anybody wish to safe out?"

We both hesitated, and when sister did speak, I synchronized to her words. "No Master."

He responded that this was good, reminded us that we were free to talk and then he left the room.

We were quiet for a while, until we started to get uncomfortable. I think sister moved first, causing the nipple clamps to tug and bumping the dildo against my depths. I responded with, "Oh fuck."

Sister got very still and replied, "I don't think I can take this all night sister." I heard real concern in her voice.

"I know I can't make it all night without cumming, and this is going to be very uncomfortable." I said.

For a few minutes we didn't speak, but every little movement either of us made just added to the intensity of the sensations coursing through every inch of my body. I swear that my fucking hair was turned on and swelling with erotic stimulation.

"Do you think he'll really leave us here all night?" She asked.

"He'll check on us a lot. He knows that leaving people tied up alone is not safe. He may not leave us here all night but..." I sighed against my will. "He's going to leave us here until we use a safe word or we fail, or we are so on edge that he can make us cum just by breathing on us. I have no fucking idea what they're doing." Thoughts of the devious mind of Mistress Victoria came to me. I seriously worried that we were going to be made to fail so she could administer her sadistic discipline.

Sister was a little worried, it was evident in her voice, and it reminded me that this was all new to her. What a way to get started, I thought. Either she has responded with a serious need for pain and bondage in her training, or Master was bringing her up very quickly. Her question was spoken softly, her voice trembling. "Have you ever had to use a safe word?

"No" I replied, "but I've come close a few times."

"It feels like failure. I don't want to." She said. I was starting to worry.

"Sweetheart, don't even feel that way. If something is more than you can handle, use the word. It's not a failure, it's just saying that this is more than you can take. Are you ok? I mean, are you hurting?"

"I'm ok." Her reply was short. Maybe too short.

"Listen" I tried to speak as softly and as caring as I could. "Nobody in our world will ever think less of you for using a safe word. We put a lot into this lifestyle, but the truth of it is, all it's about is exploring our own limits and learning who we are on a different level. I know submissives who get tied at the wrists and a blindfold on them and they're at their limit. Any more bondage than that and they want to scream. Other people get a few slaps on the ass and it turns them on but a little more and they're ready to go home. It's not a competition and this lifestyle isn't for everyone. Nobody, not me, not Master will think less of you for safing out."

"Master told me that too. I guess it's a little different coming from you. I wanted to be like you." Her honesty wrenched my heart.

I was quiet for a moment. I was embarrassed and humiliated and exhilarated and flattered all at once. The sensations that were screaming in my body were forgotten for a moment. "Sister, I don't know what to say. This life is different for everyone, but the first part is learning to do it for yourself."

"I know." She was quiet for another moment. "I didn't mean I want to be like you. What I really meant was that watching you at the beach made me feel like there was something inside me like you. Watching Master control you was,,," she paused so perfectly I almost felt like I was being manipulated. "It was beautiful and exciting."

Yet again, this girl had left my heart exposed. "I think I get it." I replied too quickly. "And how do to feel now?"

"I love it." She said with what sounded like confidence.

"What do to mean?" I asked.

She unloaded."I love this feeling. I mean, we're fuckin' tied together with a giant dildo shoved in our pussies. This fucking thing pulling on my tits is going to make me cum all by itself. Every time you move it's like I'm getting fucked by the hottest chick I ever met and the only chick I've ever fucked. My whole body feels like a sex machine. My ass hurts but getting spanked almost made me cum. I'm a damn fuck toy..." She stopped abruptly.

"Holy shit." She blurted out.

Suddenly I was loving this conversation. I kept my mouth shut.

She continued after a minute. "Hey sis, I'm a fucktoy just like you're always saying."

She was alluding to many conversations we'd had over the last day or so. I replied, "So...how does that make you feel?"

"It makes me feel like fucking you hard with this fucking dildo until we both cum and then begging Master to punish us. I mean, fuck it, if I'm a fuck toy, let's fuck. I want to go all in."

I almost giggled. Giggling embarrasses me. I still answered conservatively. "But what if the punishment is really rough?"

"Fuck it. I can always safe out. I just found out I like pain. Let's see how much I like it, you know?"

I knew, and I was getting hot as hell. "So?" I asked playfully as I wiggled my ass and made the dildo move inside her.

She responded by pulling on the ropes on our wrist and driving the dildo hard inside me. Her idea felt wild and erotic. I was all in too. Instead of pulling back I twisted my hands in the ropes until I could get my fingers to my pussy and began to play with myself as we pushed against each other. We struggled with the ropes as she tried to do the same.

I have to say that, once in a while a little rebellion is in my nature. Sister provoked that instinct in about the worst way that you can. Once I make up my mind to disobey, I am going to drive the sword to the hilt. (Cheesy analogy intended.)

I drove that sword like a madwoman. I pulled hard against the ropes on our wrists. I wish I could relay the sound she made in this story because it was probably one of the most erotic things I've ever heard. Her sexy, wailing prelude to orgasm would have made a porn star blush in jealousy. This was no fake, whining moan. It was a wail of sheer pleasure. I tell you that, because it took me over the edge.

I began to come. The dildo was too long to get our bums rubbing together but I tried. That dildo had me so full that I couldn't believe it and my sister writhing on the other end blew my mind. My fingers twitched over my clit and every touch sent a jolt through me. I could hear sister. She was going at it too. We came together, long intense and satisfying. Sweet rebellion dug into my soul and I ran away with it like a thief. 

When my orgasm subsided I kept on going, pushing, wiggling my ass, playing with myself and doing my best to keep sister going to. We were both moaning continuously. It was like music to my bound and whipped ears.

That's when I opened my eyes and saw Mistress Victoria standing over us at the edge of the bed. Sweet rebellion came to a screeching halt. I stopped without even thinking. Sister must have had her eyes shut too, because shortly after I stopped, she slowed down and then froze with a true to form, poetic exclamation, "Oh shit."

Mistress didn't say a word. The amused, evil look in her eyes said enough. She turned and left the room.

And that will end part two of my seventh story. Part three will conclude this deliciously wicked weekend as soon as possible.

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Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 3



Fragile Unbroken Chapter 07 Part 3

"Audience"

Neither my sister, nor I spoke. The room was as silent as the grave and grief was setting in. But then, not really. Thoughts of our conversation just moments before had me thrilled on the inside. Even though she had left the room, the sight of Mistress Victoria standing over us had pushed all of those thoughts and emotions deeper. Much deeper, but they were still there.

Sisters knack for saying just the right thing at just the right moment was irrepressible. "Be careful what you wish for." She said sarcastically.

Damn, she was right about that, but the afterglow of orgasm was still in me. I tugged lightly on the ropes that bound our wrists together and wiggled my ass again, causing the double dildo trapped inside us to move inside her. 

She started laughing and it brought on a flood of laughter in me. We both broke out in a bout of uncontrolled delight which slowly died out into short spurts of involuntary giggling.

The ropes that tied our thighs together had obviously been intended to force every move we made to stimulate the other of us. Between that, the nipple clamps tied together, our wrists bound together, it was ingenious. None of that stopped the flood of amusement we experienced though.

Master returned to the room, but the giggling continued. He had a very stern look in his eyes, but I could tell he was enjoying himself, which only made the giggling harder to control. Finally, he broke in, "Apparently you girls are gluttons for punishment."

I choked out a response, "Yes...Master." Another giggle. (Have I mentioned that I hate it when I giggle?)

"You girls deserve to be punished." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. From that, an all out snort came out of my sister and the uncontrolled laughter started again. Being contagious, even Master had to give in to the mood. He started laughing and left the room again.

A few moments passed, during which I assume Master composed himself. Sister and I, in our delerium, fell back into slightly more sober giggling until our next surprise entered the room. A woman I had never met walked in, followed by a man I'd only met a few times, followed by more people that I could count or keep track of. Nearly all of the seats in the room were taken. There was no more giggling from the girls lying bound, center stage on the bed in the middle of the room. Sisters hands fell limp and her legs which were also still bound to mine relaxed. The gravity of what had just happened was still sinking in. For myself I felt a thrill of eroticism, while at the same time I felt a dread for sister who I was sure had never lain exposed to a group of people like this. Then again, I remembered that Master was at the helm, and this was his ride. Sink or swim, we were already strapped in.

There was no sign of Master or the Mistress, nor Shit, her slave. I looked around as best I could. From what I could see there were a couple of other submissives on the floor at the feet of their Dominants, but many people looked unattached. They had a variety of looks, from Goth to business to casual to half drunk. Several were holding drinks. None of the submissives looks up. I flopped my head back down and waited for what was next. This was not spontaneous. I knew that this evening had been planned from the start. Their presence betrayed the reality that we never were going to be left alone all night. It also meant that there was more on the agenda. For my part, that was a thrill.

Master and The Mistress returned. Master spoke, "My friends, I've have had to adjust my plan. These girls were going to entertain us, edged on through the evening, but they have chosen to act against my will." He reached for sisters crotch and brought his finger to my mouth heavily covered in her juices. I did not hesitate to take it in my mouth and suck it clean. I detected no motion whatsoever from sister.

"Instead they will have to be disciplined further." Still nothing from sister. It looked like we would get our wish.

The Mistress had seated herself somewhere behind Master. Shit entered and placed items on the bed next to Master. He picked up two ball gags and walked next to my head and put one on me, shoving the ball into my mouth and wrapping the straps behind my head. It was tight, pushing my cheeks in. He did what appeared to be the same to Sister. Her legs wiggled but she did not resist. Next he placed blindfolds on us both. Darkness took over. I felt Sisters legs tensing. The dildo was wiggling in me and she pulled against the bindings on our wrists, which in turn pulled on me. The cord between our nipple clamps was tugging at my overly sensitive nipples. I felt a little panic well up in me, but I remembered that Master was here and let myself breathe deeply to try and relax. Sister still felt tense. 

Someone took the clamps off of my nipples. They felt warm and tingly as someone rubbed my tits, massaging them and squeezing roughly. Master, I assume, was shifting the ropes on our legs and checking the ropes on our wrists as they had been in place for quite a while. What we were being prepared for I had no idea, but the night had taken an unexpected turn and the way I felt already, I knew that no matter what, I would feel this for days to come.

I was left alone for a moment, well, if merely being untouched could be considered alone with so many eyes on us. My only sensation outside of the breathing and soft murmuring of others in the room, was the sensation of my sister, her tugging on my wrist, and her body movements which were forcing my pussy to become aroused yet again. By now I was longing to remember what it felt like to not have a huge fake cock in me with a wriggling, excited girl attached to it causing it to jerk inside me. Arousal was stirring again.

I remained distracted by my pussy. My sister wouldn't be still, but that soon became just one sensation in many. I felt a body against my legs and a head push under my bound hands which hovered over my pussy. I felt hair, and then kissing on the shaven area around my slit. I felt a tongue probing at my still swollen and heavily stimulated clit. Sister jerked as I felt hands on my body. Too many for just the one person who was just starting to lick my pussy. I heard a muffled whimpering from sister and I knew she must be experiencing a similar sensual assault.

Hands groped at my tits as the tongue on my clit began to flick softly and relentlessly. I realized that I was being pushed toward another orgasm just as sister tugged hard against my wrists and the huge dildo pushed hard inside me, almost painfully. I cried out and pushed against her thighs with my legs trying to decrease the pressure inside me. The sensations we're becoming confused and I lost all sense of the detail of what was happening to me in my darkness. I was crying in pleasure into the gag as another orgasm built steadily inside me. I could feel it coming and as it hit me in waves I cried out as hard as I could with each surge of pleasure that wracked my body. I was sinking into the trance that I love so much. Words faded from my mind and I began to think in terms of the feelings I was having. Words would not come to me but the pleasure did not stop. I have no idea how long hands grasped at my most erotic parts. The tonguing seemed ever present. My pussy was so full that it almost felt natural to have my pussy wrapped around the thick shaft of relentless movement and pleasure.

I can't say whether I had another orgasm, or how many, it felt as though the whole experience was either an orgasm or a series of orgasms, during which I had no sense of the time in between. My body became my mind.

And then I noticed that it was stopping. I felt sensations going away. I felt like someone was stripping away my world but I did not want to leave my envelope of comfort and pleasure. I heard Masters voice, felt his breath by my ear, whispering. "Good girl. Relax my little slave."

I felt my legs being unbound and straightened by what I thought were Masters hands. I could feel sisters legs tangled with mine and a jolt shot through me. I feared for her. My gag was coming off. I took a nice deep breath. "Master... My sister..."

"Your sister is fine sweetheart." His calm voice answered me. My heart wrenched. I did not want to leave my world of sensation and the heady warm feelings of security I find there. My legs were still tangled. I felt the huge dildo slowly being removed from inside me and my body nearly lurched into another orgasm as the sensation overwhelmed me. I curled my legs up against my belly.

Masters voice came to my ear again as I realized it was him stroking my hair. "Close your eyes."

I complied as the blindfold was removed and I slowly worked my eyes open, adjusting to the light, but I found that the lights were dim and candles had been lit. The warm light was welcoming. The first image to greet me was my sweet Angela, my sister. She was sitting up, looking at me and smiling, rubbing her wrists. I looked around part of the room, realizing that about half of the people were gone. Mistress Victoria was speaking quietly with a few people in the corner.

The realization of what was happening returned. I felt my face flush. I turned to Master. He was smiling too as he stroked my long, black hair. I smiled back. His voice was low, the depth and the tone warmed me. "You were pretty deep, girl."

"Wow, yeah, I guess so." I shook my head to break loose from the fog that was slowly lifting.

"And you were beautiful." He said.

I smiled in response. "I wanted to stay there."

He shook his head, "No. You wouldn't respond when I spoke to you."

"I was ok." I said, almost upset.

"Oh, everyone here knew that. You left no doubt in our minds."

I blushed. I could feel my face grow hot. "Are we done?"

Master nodded and looked at my sister. She came close and curled up next to me, resting her head against my arm. Her hair flowed over my arm like . We lay there together and I rested an arm around her shoulder.

"You two are done. Just relax." He walked over to Mistress Victoria who spoke to Shit and he left the room. She and Master returned to the edge of the bed.

Mistress Victoria spoke up. "That girls, was a very good performance."

I looked questioningly at my Master, who answered my gaze. "This was really about Angela. We planned to test the limits she gave me, every one of them. We just didn't expect you two to go off on your own tangent."

Sister and I were too exhausted to react.

He continued, "So we had to change our plan a bit. We intended to edge you and bind you for the audience, but since you decided to relieve yourselves I decided to try the other extreme."

Mistress Victoria broke in. "I've never been jealous of a slave before, but I was tonight. I've never seen a sub cum so much."

Shit came in with two long, thick robes and draped them over our bodies.

The Mistress looked at me and continued, "Jon called it quits when you wouldn't talk to him. We agreed that you were ok, but he pulled back quicker than I would. What do you think?"

She was looking at me. "I was fine, but I didn't know what was happening."

"Are you in pain now?" She asked.

I assessed myself, deliberately feeling myself as if to check in with my extremities. "No. I'm fine.."

The Mistress looked at Jon, "See? She's alright."

She looked at my sister. "And you? You seemed to love every minute of it."

Sister didn't answer at first. "I'm fine. We'll see how I feel tomorrow." I smiled, wondering if tomorrow had already arrived.

I spoke up, understanding her line of questioning. "I really was ok." I didn't know how to tell them how I felt. I looked at Master. "I can't say what I mean." I said as honestly as I knew how. "You could have continued."

Mistress shook her head. "No. You were tied up long enough. You needed to come out of the ropes no matter what. Do you want more?"

I thought about that. I looked at sister. Her hand was resting in my thigh, and she squeezed it. "Yes." I looked at Master. "Master, I want more."

Master had never let a session continue when I would not respond to him coherently. We all knew that what I was experiencing was not particularly unusual for a submissive, but Master had always been adamant that for him it was a hard limit. He looked at us, thinking for a long time before he spoke. "Nope. Not tonight. You girls are done. I am very pleased with you both, although I still haven't decided how I'm going to deal with your little rebellion."

Mistress nodded at him. "I respect that Jon. If you're not comfortable I have other options for the group. I'm pissed at Shit." She smiled at him. He cowered, but he smiled back. It was obvious that he wanted to play. She continued, "So he has no fun tonight. But we have a couple of other subs here, with Tops I've been teaching." A scowl crossed Shit's face and she kicked him lightly before finishing her statement. "We'll see what they can come up with and have a little more fun."

She paused. "I've got to tell you Jon. You have something special. I believe her when she says she wants more, and the other one looks hungry. They want it and they can take it."

Master shook his head. She nodded and turned away.

Master guided my sister and I off of the bed and helped us wrap ourselves in the soft, fluffy robes. Shit brought us water which was just what I needed. We were guided to a comfy love seat where we sat down on either side of Master, I on his right, sister on his left, which brought back to mind the way this evening began, in the restaurant with delicious wine and Masters fingers between my legs. I reached across Masters lap and took sisters hand, then rested my head on his shoulder. We held hands and watched as new entertainment unfolded.

I was only mildly interested in the goings on in the room. I thought over the evening for a long time. I was sore in places but very fulfilled. I thought about Master, wishing he would let me stay in the deep, warm places my body went when I was so fully under his hand. Still, knowing the depth of his concern for me which governed his decisions was enough to overwhelm with devotion to him. I curled up tighter against his arm.

I thought about the sheer sexual ecstasy that he had given me, almost more than I could take, dancing right up to the line of my tolerance but not going so far as to harm me. That's when I realized that Master had not even had an orgasm. He'd spent the whole night steeped in sex and I knew he must be very ready. Memories of his cum on me and entering me were all I needed. I had an idea.

As a young man and another girl were being escorted onto the bed by two Dominant trainees of the Mistress, I took the hand of sisters which I was holding and placed it over Masters cock with my hand on top. She looked over at me and I winked as I led her hand over the mound of flesh. I felt him swelling under our touch.

I leaned up and pressed my lips against his ear, whispering, "Master, your fucktoy knows you have not cum tonight. She wants it. She wants to share it with her beautiful sister."

Masters cock grew fast under our grip. It was full and already straining in his pants. Sister was stroking its length on her own now.

I continued my seduction, "Master, please give us your gift. Let us have your cum." I took my hand off of sisters hand and ran it up under his shirt, over his muscular chest.

He was not resisting. I continued, "May your girls please you Master? May we do it here?"

Master didn't say a word. He nodded his head in approval and I slithered to my knees on the floor in front of him as the show began behind me. I opened my robe for him, not caring who watched, I let it slide down my back to the floor.

Reaching for him, sister moved her hand so that I could release him from his trousers. I pulled and yanked with assistance from him and sister until his pants were at his ankles. Sister brought her feet up onto the love-seat and as his cock sprang out of its restriction she took it in one hand, wrapping her mouth over the head.

Finishing my work with his pants I squeezed a hand between his thighs, reaching for his balls. He spread his thighs wide as his head went back, resting against the couch. I snaked a finger behind his scrotum and pressed his perineal bulge where I anticipated I would feel his cock unloading the treasure that I wanted. I pressed and massaged, making sure not to neglect his delicious testicles., gently kneading them as well as I watched sister suck him. Before long she was showing me how well her skills had developed. I watched her lips pressing into his trim pubic hair, his cock swelling her throat. Master moaned in pleasure each time his cock went down her throat.

She slid her face off of his cock, letting it pop free of the grip of her lips and looked at me as if to offer him. I stood up on my knees and slipped him all the way in. Sister encouraged me as I began to fuck him with my velvet throat. "Mmm, sister you look so hot sucking Masters cock."

Despite the exhaustion in my body, I was becoming aroused. I pulled off of him and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I want to share his cum with you."

She looked at me, leaned toward my ear and blew my mind. "I want to lick his cum off your body."

Master was watching us. I half expected him to take control but when his eyes scanned the room I looked around too. The people near us were all watching my sister and I. At looked back at her with intention in my eyes and nodded. My breath picked up as I slid his cock down my throat again.

I knew what to do. I fucked his cock with my throat while sisters hand gripped his balls. She was kissing his thigh, his stomach, my cheek, while my hand remained tucked under her hand with my fingers behind his balls, pressing there as my mouth sucked him hard.

Without warning his hands grabbed my hair. I felt a throbbing surge start at my fingertips and a huge burst of cum streamed into my mouth. I swallowed a good bit of it and then carefully held as much as I could in my mouth.

It was difficult to suck him without swallowing and my mouth overflowed with the slightly tangy fluid. I felt his cum dripping off of my chin. I pulled my hands from under him, holding my tits up, angling myself so not one drop of that precious treasure would go to waste.

As his orgasm subsided, I pulled my head back. Pearl white dribbles of cum were still pouring out of his cock as I turned to sister and opened my mouth for her, expecting a kiss, but to my surprise her tongue snaked over the bottom of my chin before she planted her lips in mine and shoved her tongue into the pool of cum I held for her.

I pushed it out as our lips met and I felt the slipperyness of it smear over our lips. I drew up, kissing her passionately as Masters seed fell down our chins and dripped onto my tits.

I heard someone from nearby exclaim, "Shit, Jon, what do you give these girls." Master grunted an unintelligible response. I turned toward the voice to see a man watching us and pointed to his cock, licking up a small trail of his cum. The man chuckled.

I smiled my way back into our kiss, sucking cum from her lips as I did. We stared in each other's eyes as I trailed my tongue down over her chin, but she pulled away and resting on his knee, she leaned down. I felt her hand on my back pulling me closer as she licked at my tits.

I held them up for her, bringing each drop of cum to her lips, saving the last few drops on my hardened nipple for last. She sucked it off and then smiled up at me with her cum covered chin and cheeks before coming in for another kiss. I met her with my tongue and licked her face clean, swirling my tongue down a little slick trail of leftovers on her neck.

She turned to Master as I licked my lips and sunk back to my knees. He turned to her as she spoke, "Master, your girls live for your pleasure. Thank you for letting us please you. May we serve you further?" As if it was timed, her beautiful black hair fell down off of her back onto his lap. Her words were eloquent and beautiful and Master responded by quietly shaking his head and brushing her hair out of her face.




Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 3



"Rest girls. I am very pleased."

My sister smiled brightly. I could see in her eyes that his pleasure touched her deeply. She and I were we becoming like one. So quickly, so easily, with the guidance of Masters training hand, we had become alike in our desire to please him.

I rested my cheek on his knee and he placed a hand gently on my head. I had all but forgotten our audience and the goings on in the room. My thoughts were absorbed with our mutual pleasure. Master called me back to his side on the love-seat and he draped the robe over my shoulders. We huddled close to him, our Master, our lover, our teacher and our friend.

The night passed quickly for me after that. We watched the young man and woman on the bed who were in training, as Mistress Victoria appraised the progress of the two men in her training as Dominants. It lacked the finesse I had grown accustomed to but I didn't care. Sister asked a dozen great questions of Master, relating to the scene before us and the lifestyle she had embraced. Master was enjoying the conversation and I sat quietly, listening to her soft voice, and his deep, smooth responses. I drifted off to sleep with my head on Masters shoulder. I do not think I have ever felt more content.

I was awakened. I had no idea what time it was. Sister and I were alone and she wrapped my robe around me, leading me to a room where Master was resting on a huge bed. He beckoned us to him and we drifted off to sleep in his arms.

The next day we slept late, waking to a nice meal as guests of Mistress Victoria. I saw a side of her that I did not know existed. We spent the hours in our robes. She showed up in jeans and a t-shirt and had casual air about her. Her makeup was light and pleasant instead of dark and intimidating. She was gorgeous.

Both sister and I were sore in places we didn't know we could experience pain. For me, that left me with a heady comfort and calm that I live for. The happiness that Master showed in his mood, was my reward. I was as happy as any time in my life, but I was concerned for my sister. I probed her for how she felt, but it didn't take long to realize that I had no need for concern. Yet again, her comfort and desire for a life of submission made me rest easy.

Mistress Victoria, listening to our conversation had questions too and she and sister had a great conversation. I marveled at sisters ability to absorb information and learn like a sponge things which she then could immediately translate into her mode of action. The greatest benefit was that as she learned I began to worry less about her future in our lifestyle. This girl was a pure, natural submissive. The beginning of the weekend had me wondering what she would be like if she tapped into the dominant side that she had bruised my lip with two days before. If she were half as adept at that as she was as a submissive, she was going to light our world on fire.

We spent the day there. As it progressed, we learned that we had been monitored while we were alone, tied together on the bed. We did not know how, but discussions between Master and the Mistress revealed that they had deliberately changed their plans when we decided to rebel and pleasure ourselves. Either they knew what we were saying, or they guessed our intent perfectly. My guess was that Shit was listening to us, but I don't know. Instead of giving us the test of pain that we wanted, they decided to drive us as hard into as much pleasure as we could stand and follow through with learning my sisters reaction to being in front of an audience. Instead of using us as a training example in S&M, we were examples of creativity and adaptability in developing a relationship between Dominant and submissive. Telling us we were going to be there all night was designed to add intensity to our solitude. Rarely had I been given a glimpse into the thinking that went behind a session like the one we had experienced, and I think we were hearing this more for my sisters benefit than my own, but I still found it interesting and provocative.

As the evening wore on we returned to Masters home. My sister had to leave, to her other world, the false world where nobody knew the sexy, intelligent, seductive submissive girl that was so dear to Master and this slave.

I missed her before she was even gone. She knelt for Master, next to me, before getting in her car. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at him. Her voice did not betray her emotion though as she spoke. "Master, thank you. I...your girl has never felt...well...so happy."

She looked down. "I know that must sound crazy."

Master lifted her chin. "No girl. That's why we live the way we do."

"Yes", I thought to myself. "Yes, that's why we live the way we live." Angela, my sister and lover had brought me happiness too. This, for us, is more than a simple exchange of power.

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Fragile Unbroken Ch. 08



Fragile Unbroken Ch. 08

"Growth" 

This conversation was spontaneity at its best, with a twist. I was nude and kneeling on the dais like, pillow covered corner of our home's great room which we call my perch. We had just enjoyed a brilliant breakfast of sweet country ham and the lightest scrambled eggs on earth. Master sat across from me on a couch and we talked. He had a plan of some sort, I could tell by how he acted, but he hadn't told me what it was.

Master walked over to me and asked, "What do you want girl?" completely out of the blue.

I think I blinked about five times rapidly as I tried to process the question. I failed to answer.

"What do you want?" It came again.

I didn't know where this was going, but I do know my role. "I want your happiness, Master." I smiled up at him.

He didn't smile back. "What do you want from this life?"

I wanted him to smile. "Master? To always please you."

"Is that all?"

I thought carefully. "No Master."

"What then?"

I want the world to know you are pleased."

"What do you mean?"

"Master, you are my world." I thought I was being clever.

"Then you want nothing more out of life?"

I realized he was dead serious, but probably a little too late. I didn't answer quickly, but he was patient for the moment. "Well Master, in ways I do, but the more I learn about you, the more I realize that I see no greater value for myself than to give you all that I am. I never knew I could be so happy. Being owned by you is fulfilling every dream I've ever had."

"So you do it out of selfishness?" His voice was stern.

I realized he was correct, and a part of me has always known that I am his, mainly because I want to be." I dropped my eyes to the floor. The blunt force of that truth hurt. "Yes Master." What else could I say? I felt tears coming on.

"Submit yourself." he said, and I did, putting my eyes to his feet and raising my palms up to him in my most humble demonstration.

He continued. "Stephanie," I froze. My name usually meant I had seriously displeased him, and with this conversation going the way it was, a small hint of fear ripped through me.

He was still speaking. I had to focus. "You are as honest as anyone I have ever met." His tone had softened, but that could mean anything. "The truth is, I know that you love me and I know that everything you've said is absolutely true."

He clipped my leash on me. He led me back, deeper into the corner of my perch, told me to stand, then took rope out of a nearby chest of drawers and slowly, methodically put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then bound me to four iron rings that were attached to the walls by my perch. He pulled the ropes tight so that my arms were outstretched and my legs were spread wide. I was exposed, embarrassed that I had not pleased him and fear was coursing through my veins, not knowing what was wrong or how I had displeased him.

I prepared myself to be bound for a long time. I kept my eyes to the floor, not daring to look up.

Master laid nipple clamps on the floor in front of me. He laid his biggest vibrating butt plug, a device which has been sheer, pleasurable torture for me in the past. He laid a lash at my feet, (basically a handle with about ten million leather straps on it, designed for whipping and punishment.) He added a gag to the collection, a paddle, a blindfold and a pile of chains. He lay more rope down and then stood for a moment like he was thinking of what else he could use on me.

He laid The Pink One, a very large vibrating dildo next to the lash. He brought a big bottle of lubricant. Lastly he laid a riding crop down with the small group of implements. He was preparing to rip me out of my body and drag my soul to his feet. I tried not to react, but I started to shiver. I was exposed and vulnerable, half aroused by his bindings and the thought of these devices in use all over my body.

Looking down, I could see goose bumps on my pale white breasts, contrasting with wisps of my long, black hair which draped over them. My pink nipples were hard and alert, the pink areolae wrinkled. I leaned forward, relying on my ropes to prevent me toppling as I let my eyes follow the contours of my bare, hairless form down to my feet, silently accessing myself out of habit to assure myself that I had presented myself to him as close to perfect as I could. Before leaning back my eyes passed over the bare line of my slit. The mere thought of his touch there increased my arousal and desire for him, the Master of all that my eyes were addressing. I pushed my legs a little wider apart, wanting to be more open, more vulnerable to his whims.

He closed the window blinds, which darken the room quite a bit even with bright sunlight shining on the windows. Additionally he then pulled the curtains, which make it extremely dark, especially until your eyes adjust. He lit a candle and put it on a holder near the rest of his devices at the edge of my perch. I couldn't stop shivering. I was more self conscious than I had ever felt.

His voice broke the spell of fear and silence he had laid on the room.

"Are you happy, slave?"

"No Master." I replied with as much voice as I could. I didn't want my voice to crack. I didn't want my emotion to be visible.

"Why are you unhappy, slave?"

Honesty. Honesty was my only recourse. "I feel like I have failed you, Master."

"Look at me."

He stood behind the candle, the only source of reliable light in the room. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt. The only image that stood out was his strong arms and his stern face. He was beautiful. Tears began to fall despite my every effort to hide my feelings.

"Close your eyes." He said.

I did, and I held my breath, bracing for what, I had no idea. I could hear him moving in front of me but then it went quiet. I reached out with my hearing. I knew he was near. After a while I could hear him breathing. I turned my head to try and gauge his position.

"Do not move." Came out of the silence.

I froze, but the shivering came back. I was failing and my fear only grew.

After what seemed like forever he spoke. "Open your eyes." He said.

When I looked at him, he was speaking, but I barely heard the words at first. I was in a state of shock. I lost all sense of where I was. My knees went weak and I fell, the ropes and cuffs at my wrists holding me up. I struggled to my feet and strained against the ropes trying to free myself but they were unforgiving. I fought hard but I couldn't get free.

Master was on one knee at the base of my perch. The candlelight caught on a glittering ring in his hand just above it. I realized what he was saying. "Stephanie, you are my slave, but I would also like you to be my wife."

Tears burst from my eyes as I pulled against my ropes. I wanted my Master in my arms so badly. I didn't even think to answer, I just wanted to be free.

Master went to my ropes where they were tied to iron rings on the walls. He had tied mere slip knots at the rings, but I had not noticed. With his pull on each tag end I was free and I jumped on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He held me up with his hands under my ass and we kissed. His next word reminded me to whom I belong.

"Well?" He said.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my hands and took a deep breath. My mind was going a million miles an hour as he let me to the floor of my perch where I stood a little taller than him.

I stepped back, took another deep breath to compose myself and knelt at his feet. Ropes and leash dangled from me. I spread my thighs as wide as I could. I raised my hands, palm up to him, I pressed my breast forward until my back hurt. I made myself the way I know he loves me best, submitted, exposed, and at his feet. I looked up into his eyes and I could see more emotion there than I'd ever seen in him before. I turned my eyes to his feet and answered him.

"Master, Jon, I am yours forever. I am your slave but nothing could make me happier than to be your wife."

As I spoke, he took my left hand and placed his ring on my finger. It was like a dream.

I couldn't hold it anymore. I started bawling my eyes out as happiness took over. He knelt in front of me and wrapped his arms around me. I let myself sink into his embrace, warm and comfortable

We stayed there together, for how long I don't know. I was overcome with joy and that joy was translating into wanting to please him. I pushed him onto the floor on his back and straddled his waist. He grabbed my leash and pulled me down for a long kiss that melted me. I draped my naked body over him. It was time to fuck my Master and until further notice that was my sole intent.

I grabbed at his shirt, pushing it up so that I could kiss his chest. I lingered there, kissing his nipples and rubbing my fingers through his soft hair before working my way, kissing down his hard stomach.

I tried my best to rip his pants open, but gave up and resorted to the old fashioned method of actually undoing them and stripping them over his bare feet. In my frustration, I think I did succeed in ripping a seam in his polo shirt as I stripped it from him.

He cooperated, letting me push him back down to the floor after removing each of my clothing distractions. His cock was thick and growing. From his side I took it in my hand, holding it up and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking softly, coaxing more blood into it. He grabbed my long, black hair and held it in a ponytail as I sucked him. I felt his other hand caressing my ass as his cock grew to a lovely statue of manhood. I pushed it down my throat, leaving a thick layer of saliva on it as I raised my head up and let his cock out of my mouth.

I threw my leg over him and guided his cock into my amply wet pussy and pushed downward onto him. He sunk deep inside me. It was not every day I got to ride my Master like this, and I made the best of it, sliding myself upward along his shaft until it nearly fell out, then pushing down, feeling him penetrate me and fill my insides. His cock touches my deep places perfectly, and today, every bit of him had touched my heart.

This man, loving, careful Master was going to have me for the rest of his life. I was going have him too. And as far as I was concerned, I never wanted to be anything more than his fucktoy.

He loves it when I talk to him during our encounters, and I wanted to feel his warm cum inside me. I leaned over, pressing my tits against his chest. My hair fell over his face. I brushed it away and as I put my mouth to his ear. "Master, this is your fucktoy for life." I pressed my pussy down on him, squeezing him with my muscles, milking his cock as I rocked my clit against his pubic bone. His cock felt huge.

"Your fucktoy is going to treat you like a King for life. Can you feel her hot pussy squeezing your big cock?" I squeezed it hard. He didn't answer but his face said it all.

"This sweet, little pussy is yours Master. Every part of this fuckdoll is yours to play with."

With hands on either side of him, I pushed myself up to look him in the eyes. "I love you Jon"

He reached up and took my breasts in his hands. "I love you, Stephanie."

"Your slave loves her Master." I repeated, reasserting my role. Reclaiming who I really wanted to be.

He pressed my nipples between his fingers. "And your Master loves his fucktoy."

He smiled up at me and I began to grind into him, wanting to cum and feeling it building up deep in my gut. "Master..." The words came out without me even thinking about it. "Please, never stop fucking me." It was getting closer. "Please, just own me forever."

His hands moved from my breasts to my hips and he pulled me down hard as he lifted his hips and drove himself into me, not pulling out, just grinding the fuck out of my pussy. His cock was hitting that spot, inside me, the one spot that...

...It hit me.

My mind lost all desire to feel anything but this hot fucking orgasm as I spilled my juices over his balls. He began to pump his hips into me and I could hear my cum sloshing as he fucked me. I held my breath as long as I could until my voice exploded, screaming out my feelings in all their intensity.

He was still fucking me as my orgasm morphed into an intense desire to be owned and taken by this man.

I pushed myself up from him, crawling onto my hands and knees, laying down on the high step of my perch with a pillow under my hips. I pressed my ass upward into the air. "Master, own your slave. Make me feel it."

He gripped my hips, holding me steady and plunged his cock back inside me. My wide open pussy was vulnerable and ready for him. I felt his pubes bang into my ass as I pushed myself back into him, his balls slapping between my legs. He fucked me with long strokes, pulling all the way out until I couldn't feel his cock and then driving it all the way in again. Each thrust made me moan like a hooker who enjoys her job.

I felt him tensing up. He left his next thrust deep inside me, fucking me with short strokes that kept him pressed into my cervix. I felt another hot orgasm coming, and my pride over his strength and endurance was strong. Only Master had ever been so able to keep me cumming long before he did. I wanted to cum with him in celebration of our engagement.

I didn't have long to wait. His short thrusts soon had his deep moans reverberating through the room. I knew he would cum soon, and my own was coming on strong. I reached down between my legs to rub my clit and bring it on faster. In moments I was flooding his dick with my juices again and I let out a long guttural scream. "Oh Master, cum with your fucktoy slave. Give me your cum Master. Fuck me."

It was enough. He pulled my ass hard, dragging my whole orgasmic body backward against him as he pushed himself forward one last time and exploded his thick streams of cum into my pussy. I could feel his heat inside me. Together we released our sex into and onto each other. His continued pressure inside me kept me going for a good, long stretch, and as he slowed down, releasing his last drops into me, I finally relaxed in exhaustion onto my pillow. Master leaned forward and his body pressed over mine. I straightened my legs as he did, and he lay on top of me, holding his weight over me with his arms as his hips spasmed the last few drops of his cum inside me.

He rolled to the side, his cock, still thick and firm, withdrew from me. My relaxation ended. I wanted more of him. My very nature drew me to him as he drew another pillow from my perch and rested against it. I watched his cock slowly losing rigidity and I went to it, drawing it between my lips, tasting the mark of our love on his head before sucking as much as I could into my mouth as it slowly became limp. I let it lay against his belly, thick and flaccid while I licked every drop I could find of our cum from him. I, his slave, lover and some day to be wife, loved more than anything the chance to do this for him. To please him and leave him clean, absorbing his essence, and reabsorbing my own, enjoying it, feeding on it. My service to this man is and was my reason for being. Love, the rare gift, dwelled in our home, and he had gained my lasting loyalty long before this night.

When he was clean I took a soft blanket from my perch and drew it over his naked body, snuggling myself up next to him. I drew my long, black hair from behind my head and spread it out over his chest. I don't even know why I did, but in the back of my mind it was like the last finishing touch of warmth in my desire to make his comfort perfect.

He played with my hair as he spoke to me. He said many things that had brought him to his decision to ask for my hand. I cannot repeat them here for fear of flattering myself, which I consider an unacceptable condition. What I can say is that he drew me into his understanding of what I meant to him and showed me that he loved me in a way that left me melting into him. It left me with a desire to be owned by him. It made me ache for his control. I needed nothing more than to feel his dominance.

The day progressed with him taking me in a new and unexpected way, fulfilling my every desire to know his strength and control, but that is another story.

We celebrated long into the night. I called Angela and told her the news. I think she may have permanently damaged my ear when she screamed into the phone with happiness. 

And so, now I've told the happiest day of my life. At the time of publishing, this was a few weeks ago. Plans have progressed but much of those we have chosen to keep to ourselves, although, when the day comes I will be keeping mental notes of the details for anyone who might care to read them. Knowing Master, there will be a lust filled, kinky story to tell. I wouldn't have it any other way.