1 comments/ 46914 views/ 5 favorites Fuck Me Shoes By: Valiant She remembered their first meeting, the feel of his fingers playing on her knee, how his eyes seemed to burn into her, the sound of his voice, how she had wanted to open for him there and then (but it had been too public and too close to "home") and how she had smelt her own arousal all afternoon. Now she was meeting him again. She had dressed in a similar way to the last time, a style he had said he liked. There was a small change but we will come to that later. She was in a smart suit with a very short skirt, a semi-transparent blouse, holdup stockings (her skirt was so tight that suspenders would not have worked!), a bra, no knickers, THOSE shoes and the necklace he had admired so much. THOSE shoes were designer shoes, her little (expensive!) self-indulgence of her love of fetish shoes. While not full blown fetish shoes they did scream "fuck me." They were high gloss, high heel and high sex! The deep burgundy colour matched her small bag. The necklace was so simple, but had acquired a power of its own after he had liked it so much. Essentially it was a wire necklace in the style of a snake. A single fine strand around her neck, with a fine tail piece and a diamond shaped head that created a loop by gripping just above the tail. She had bought it coz she thought it was sexy, but was it also a symbol of her temptation (like the serpent in the Garden of Eden)? Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and her lips and eyes glistened. As she approached the rendezvous, she was nervous again. She hoped he was not late. She was confident he would be there, but she would feel vulnerable waiting on a dark street corner. He had told her he kept his word and that his role was to nurture and protect her, but still the doubts ran around in her head. Well, he was there; tall, dark and quiet. He smiled as he saw her and when he bent to kiss her she offered her cheek as she had when they last parted, sort of a defensive move, trying not to show how she really wanted his intimate touch on her mind and body. "Are you prepared?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "You know how to stop this if it is too much?" Again she said, "Yes." "So, let's go in." He took her arm gently and guided her to a dark, almost hidden door. It opened as they approached; someone had been watching and expecting them. In a way this thrilled her, knowing he had prepared and was in control of her and the situation. Inside her top coat was taken by a uniformed cloakroom girl, and he guided her through a door. She found a relatively typical bar area. It had a counter of polished marble, a few bar stools and some booths around the outside wall. It was neither seedy nor plush, just normal looking. There were a few people in booths, a couple of couples, and a group of men. Again they looked normal. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and made a half start towards one of the booths, probably one in the corner until she got her bearings, but he shook his head and guided her to a bar stool. Given that she was not overly tall, this was a big bar stool. She was not sure if she could get up on it let alone do that elegantly. He offered his hand and, putting one foot on the foot bar and her other hand on the seat, he lifted her up. As she adjusted position, her skirt rode up a little, and she went to pull it down. An almost imperceptible shake of his head made her stop. She knew that the band on her holdups was just showing, and she felt the slight warmth of embarrassment and arousal rise to her cheeks. She knew he liked her stockinged legs and now they were vulnerable to him. He ordered her a sparkling water and him a whisky. He stood in front of her and started to chat; asking about her day; complimenting her on her clothes; normal sort of stuff except that his free hand was resting on her knee. Resting is maybe a little inaccurate. He was massaging her knee, and, as they talked, he slowly moved it up her leg. It was very unselfconscious on his part, but she felt every millimetre of the hand's progress. She was not sure how she managed to breathe and talk through this, but she did. Her heart was pounding. She felt that everyone was watching and once again she smelt her own arousal. As his hand reached her skirt and started pushing it higher, she involuntarily opened her legs. When the skirt would go no higher, his hand slipped under it and continued up leaving her stocking top exposed. As his hand reached the top, it moved between her legs and she felt his hand meet her wetness. All of this time their eyes were locked, his smiling, hers submissive. His large warm fingers slipped between her lips. She knew they were swollen, reddened, wet; his fingers slowly, gently invaded her, at first one, then two. She had always felt as if she were "tight" but tonight she took him with ease. As his fingers started to pump, probably only a centimetre or so but it felt like a full stroke piston, his thumb was brushing the top of her clit. Occasionally he touched the bar she had in her vertical hood piercing. She had told him that playing with this could be painful so at this stage he was cautious. Her eyes were still locked on his as she felt her breath shorten. Normally she did not cum quickly, but the foreplay tonight had been just right! As she felt her climax building, he removed his fingers and brought them to his own mouth. They glistened with her juices and he licked them like a lollipop, long slow tongue strokes. She watched him and the sensations she felt at his obvious pleasure were as if he were licking her clit. When his fingers were clean, he smiled, licked his lips, and plunged his fingers back into her, coating them again before bringing them up to her lips. The smell was heady, and she felt her eyes closing. "Look at me," he said quietly, but firmly and she did. He rubbed his fingers over her lips and, as her tongue appeared to lick them, he pushed his fingers into her mouth. He kept them there as she licked them clean. She heard him say, "You are beautiful," and for once she felt she could agree; she felt beautiful. His fingers left her mouth empty and open as he returned to finger fucking her. While his demeanor did not change, his eyes lit up as his pace increased. She felt his fingers going fully inside her and again she felt her orgasm building. On the one hand she was shocked that he would bring her to orgasm in a public place, but on the other hand she thought, "Oh yes!" What sent her over the top was a realization that they now had an audience. Four or five people now stood close to them watching. She did not know when they arrived, but this was enough to send her into a powerful orgasm, her muscles clamping his fingers as their eyes remained locked together and her body shook. As her orgasm passed, she leant forward and rested her forehead on his chest. Once again he licked his fingers and she heard his heart thumping. She knew he was getting to her! A voice said, "She is delightful, can we have some?" She heard him say, "Of course," and she could not find it in herself to object. His hands went down to her hips and lifted her. Not only did this lift her from the stool, but it pulled her skirt up. As he held her, he turned and placed her on the bar, bare arse to cool marble, her skirt now around her waist. He pulled two bar stools up, placing them either side of her before lifting her feet, one by one, to rest them on a stool each. Her knees were bent and she put her hands behind to steady herself. The first man moved forward and knelt putting his face between her legs, his tongue licked at her clit and felt divine. As she threw her head back, she saw for the first time that the ceiling was mirrored! It was like looking at a porn movie. She saw herself legs spread, 'fuck me' shoes sparkling in the light, and a man eating her out. She was captivated. As she watched herself, he moved forward and unbuttoned her blouse revealing the one change in her dress from their first meeting, a half cup bra! As he pulled her blouse apart, he also lifted her breasts from the cups, her hard nipples now pointing at themselves in the mirror. He leant to kiss and nibble each nipple in turn. Her eyes stayed wide open as she saw herself gasp. The face between her legs was being a little rough around her piercing and she winced, trying to move away. As she wriggled she caught his stern look and just knew he wanted her to stay put and cope. She relaxed and found that the man had recognized her discomfort and adjusted his style; he now had his fingers inside her and he concentrated on her clit. He felt for that spot on her inner wall, and, as he stroked it, she found a second orgasm approaching. This time she just let go! She screamed as she came and collapsed back on the bar. The face left her, and he stroked her face. He smiled and kissed her and said, "Why don't you show these nice people how you like it done?" With that he took her hand and placed in on her swollen, sensitive clit. She started stroking instinctively, watching herself in the mirrors and also seeing from a bird's eye view the rapture on the faces of her audience. One of the couples were stroking each other, but they were really just watching her show. "Would this help?" he asked and pulled what looked like a cream cigar from his pocket. In fact it was one of those "personal massagers" advertised in downmarket papers where a beautiful girl tries to massage her aching shoulders with a battery driven "cigar." He switched it on and started to play it on her inner thighs. Her legs were so wide apart now and she wanted it inside her and on her clit. She took it from him and held it against her clit as she finger-fucked herself. Then she fucked herself with the vibrator as she wanked her clit. It wasn't long until another crushing orgasm hit her. What followed she was not sure, and while she never saw a cock let alone felt one, everyone in the audience, male and female had a turn licking, sucking or fingering her or all three. She came and came and came until she was a helpless wreck, her stockinged legs had long ago sprawled over the stools, but somehow her shoes had stayed on. When he decided it was over, he helped her sit up. He had watched over her every second and she had known he was there. He hugged her now, and she kissed him on the lips! This was significant; part of her opening to him. "Thank you," she whispered. He helped her down from the bar and held her as her weakened legs learnt to support her again. As she looked back, she saw that on the polished marble surface was a pool of her own juices. He dipped a finger in and offered it to her to lick. Yummy! With a few friendly 'byes' and waves, he escorted her out to enjoy the rest of the evening. She was beyond happy and she was his. He too was happy with her progress so far. (To be continued.....maybe *smile*.....let me know if you want me to!) Fuck Me Shoes: End of the Beginning Fuck me shoes - the conclusion The room he led her into had a general burgundy colour to it. She noticed it immediately as it was so similar to the colour of her shoes. The shoes they called her fuck me shoes. On a second look a large double bed with iron ends was covered with a burgundy duvet. It was this that gave the room its colour as the rest was actually in shadow with low lighting provided by some small floor lights. Hanging over the bedstead were a set of ropes. She stood somehow transfixed by the sight. She knew this was what she wanted, what the evening had built to, yet what was it? As she stood she felt him adjust her stance. Move her feet a little wider apart, her hands that were crossed behind her, palms open, were lifted slightly. Her hair was brushed from her face and over her shoulders and her shoulders were themselves set back a little, pushing her breasts forward. Now he stood in front of her, one finger under her chin, as he lifted her gaze to his eyes. He smiled and she sank into him. He leant to kiss her and said, "You have done so well tonight I think you have surprised yourself. I am very pleased with you and now want to build our bond further." He told her how he would now undress her, tie her spread-eagled to the bed and then, without giving any details, consummate their commitment to each other. "Are you ready?" "Yes" With this word she felt herself sink further into him. "You know your safe words?" "Yes", but she knew she would not use them. "What are they?" "Yellow and red" Yellow was a timeout, while red would bring events to a shuddering halt. She was still dressed in her suit, blouse, bra, stockings and no knickers. She stood high in her fuck me shoes…..they were so much part of her now. He eased the jacket off her shoulders and, walking behind her, removed it from her arms. He brushed her hair back again and started to unbutton her blouse. It was pretty transparent showing her the light skin of her upper breasts underneath. He undid two buttons from the top and then four from the bottom leaving one solitary button over her cleavage holding it together. He stepped back and said "Undo it for me please?" Her fingers trembled as she did so. Despite what she had done and had had done to her earlier this seemed far more intimate and meaningful. She eased it off her shoulders and started to undo the cuffs. These had two buttons each and on the second cuff her desire, her impatience showed as she just pulled it from her arm. It did not matter if it tore, she just wanted to be exposed to him. She resumed her stance as he walked behind her. She felt a hand either side of her neck as he pulled her hair back yet again and this time tied it behind her. Suddenly she was so much more exposed .…no longer able to hide behind her long hair. She felt his lips at her neck and his hands slip around to cup her breasts. " "You are beautiful; inside and out", he said. He squeezed her breasts inside her bra before releasing the fastening at the back and easing it off. As he walked to the front again his hand traced over her shoulder leaving a trail of fire. His head dipped and kissed a nipple. Involuntarily she gasped. She then felt his teeth as he gently bit that nipple. This time she couldn't help but moan. He spent a few minutes administering to both nipples before dropping to his knees in front of her. His hands slip up the outside of her legs, gliding up her stockings and lifting her short skirt. He exposed her shaved pussy and as he did so he leant forward and planted a gentle exquisite kiss on her pierced clit hood. At this she threw her head back and moaned again. She smelt so good and, as his tongue flicked over her skin, she tasted neither sweet nor sour. It was a full taste, heady and exciting, but it defied description in any terms he could think of. Having taken a deep intoxicating breath he reach behind her to undo her skirt and slid it to the floor where she stepped out of it, her fuck me shoes flashing in light as she did. Kissing her gently, he took her unresisting hand to guide her to and lower her onto the bed. As she lay there he lifted her hands above her head and, one by one, tied a rope to each wrist. These he then tied to the bedstead firmly. When he had done this she was unable to move her hands. All she could do was flex her fingers. Standing at the foot of the bed he tied a rope to each ankle. He was pleased how it looked, the ropes sitting just above her shoes and then her stockings flowing up her legs. He tied the ankle ropes to the bottom of the bed and she was immobilised, lying there wearing just her hold up stockings and those shoes. He looked at her and saw her sinking somewhere nice….a place he had never been and doubted he could, but somewhere he loved taking others and being able to watch over them when they did. Slowly he kissed her, her breasts, her nipples, down to her clit hood. He put his head between her legs and pushed his tongue between her swollen lips. She was so wet! All the time his hands were roving over her. As he stood up his hand slipped between her legs and he coated his fingers in her juices. Lifting his glistening fingers to his lips he licked them. Then he moved those same fingers to her mouth where she sucked them greedily. As he watched her he knew that he did not need to fuck her to possess her. Instead he moved his hand back between her legs and inserted a finger. He moved gently probing for that spot on the front wall of her cunt where the texture was different. Having found it he started stroking it. As she became aroused his movements became harsher. His finger moving urgently as she pulled against the ropes that tied her, trying to move to him, to help him. Her eyes rolled as she came, her muscles clamped on his finger and the atmosphere in the room changed. Somehow it was sweeter, another line had been crossed. He looked down on her, as she recovered, with a strong sense of possession and satisfaction. First he released her wrists then her ankles. As he released her ankles he went to remove a shoe, to make her more comfortable or so he thought. She resisted and said "No". Recognising the increased power of the shoes he smiled and left them on her. He made closed her legs and gently placed her arms down by her side. Then he lay down beside her. They talked about all sorts. What the future held? When they should meet? How they had deeper communication. All sorts. It felt deeper than most lovers experience. As they lay side by side her hand slipped between her legs. He noticed and smiled. He lifted her hand to his mouth to lick her fingers. At first she resisted, she seemed to think it not right even though both of them had sucked her juices from his fingers earlier. After a moment she submitted opening her hand and offering her fingers to his mouth. As he gently nibbled her fingers she asked him how he found her G-spot. He told her where it was physically and that it felt different under his finger. He was surprised when she told him that she could not feel the difference when she masturbated. Somehow it increased his desire to bring her to another orgasm and he slipped his finger inside her again and he started stroking once more her again. His steadily increased the pressure and pace. All the while his face was no more than a foot from hers. She was unbound yet still she seemed to fight some inner bonds. Her eyes were closed and her body started some small beautiful, spasms. Her shoulders lifting, her head curling forward, her legs lifting as though moving to a foetal position. She curled a little and uncurled, time after time. Her face pushing towards his and while he felt like kissing her he enjoyed watching her much more. In no more than a couple of minutes she experienced a shattering orgasm, one that rolled and rolled. When she thought she had had enough her hand moved down to remove his finger, but he resisted. Instead his strokes became lighter and lighter and she subsided into subspace. From his point of view he saw she was gone. He spoke gently to her, but saw that she was incapable of making sounds let alone words. Her lips twitched as she tried to communicate, but she was definitely in that beautiful place that she craved. He gently covered her in the burgundy duvet and watched over her. Five or ten minutes later she was starting to stir, still groggy, but better and able to talk albeit slowly and slightly slurred. He helped her to a seating position and wrapped her up. What a delightful sight. A pile of burgundy duvet, with a head sat on top of it framed in a cloud of hair and two feet sticking out of the bottom, hanging over the edge of the bed with her fuck me shoes still in place. Throughout the whole evening these had never left her. This had been her first real experience of subspace and she found it quite disturbing, but also exhilarating. She tried to describe it afterwards and said it was like being there, but not there; being outside her body, but not exactly looking down on herself. He asked her questions based on things other submissives had told him before. These ladies had described flying over beautiful sandy beaches with gently lapping waves, except that all the colours were wrong and fluorescent, like and Andy Warhol print. It seemed this time that she had gone to her own special place like no other he had heard of. He was right he had not needed to fuck her to own her heart and mind and in a strange, perverted way that increased his pleasure. Fuck Me Shoes: The Flip Side In the taxi she reflected on what had just happened. She had been taken by a man she hardly knew, but already trusted deeply to a dark club where she had been a toy for strangers to explore and arouse. She had been intimately exposed and wanton in surrendering to her own pleasure in a way that would have shocked even her a couple of hours earlier. All the time he had watched over her and she had been aware of that at a deep almost animal level of awareness. Although she could not have verbalized it before, this deep care was a great part of what she sought in this life. He smiled at her and asked, "Our next stop will be a complete contrast to what you have experienced so far this evening. Are you ready to continue?" While she had no idea what she was in for and that fact scared her (in an exciting way) she also knew that she trusted him so deeply that she had no inclination to stop now or do anything to displease him. So she nodded. He took out his mobile phone and she heard him say "Be ready in 5 minutes". -0-0-0-0-0-0- Five minutes later the taxi stopped outside a townhouse. He helped her out and she noted that he did not pay the driver; there must have been some prior arrangement. The door was opened by a young girl in a maid's outfit. She said nothing, and they walked into a smart hallway and up a sweeping set of stairs. He took led her into a room where three men stood. The men were different builds, one tall and slim, one short and well build, and one tall and slightly overweight. They were dressed identically in dark shirts and trousers. In addition each one wore a silky mask over their face, leaving holes for their mouth, nose and eyes. Each mask was a different color, one red, one blue and one green. "These are my associates", he said, "and you will treat them with respect" "You have just enjoyed an experience where your pleasure was paramount; you had to give nothing and nothing was expected from you. Now we flip the coin. In the next hour you will be delivering pleasure to these men and will receive nothing in return other that the pleasure of servitude" "There will be an element of chance in what unfolds and there will be some small elements of choice. I will place three balls in this black bag, one red, one blue and one green. You will draw a ball and that will determine which of my associates is to be the next recipient." "Additionally you will note the three boxes on the desk. Each of these contains instructions on how you are to pleasure the chosen man, some materials for you to use and, maybe, a choice or two." A smile crossed his face as he said this. "I will repeat that you will receive no pleasure in return. You will not taste any of these men or receive any cum. Should you cum yourself during this experience, the evening will immediately end and you will be sent home. Do you understand?" She heard herself say, "Yes. I understand," but had made no conscious effort to do so. This was unfolding with a strange inevitability. She was falling deeply under his spell. He seemed to know what she wanted; what buttons to push even more than she did. While she had loved the brazen behaviour he had elicited from her in the club, this task seemed to hit a more sensitive spot. Her choices were largely gone. She was here to serve; to be used, but not just used. Used in a way he had engineered and now controlled. He was there with her to see it all went well and she knew that a good performance from her would please him greatly. Quite what the consequences of a bad performance would be she did not know, but she did know she didn't want to find out. The very worst would be for him to discard her with no way to atone and the very thought of this was already brought heavy dread to her heart. She now looked at the three boxes. Each was the size of a shoe box and black. She wondered what they held. She would know soon enough. He held the black bag out and said, "Choose a ball." She dipped her hand in and pulled out the green ball. At the sight of the green ball, the men in the red and blue masks silently left the room. "Now pick a box." She opened the one in the middle with some trepidation. Inside was a card that she would read in a moment, a pair of latex gloves, and three flavored condoms. The card read as follows: You will give oral pleasure to this man. You will use your mouth only to achieve this and you will not touch any other part of him sexually. To ensure this is just his pleasure you will wear the gloves supplied and he will wear a condom. Your choice in this task will be which flavor condom you use. You will clean him after with the enclosed wet wipes and tissues. Remember you are not to taste this man! Yeuch! She hated giving a blowjob with a condom, but otherwise this should be easy. She knew she would do as required and expected to feel cheated by not tasting the man or his cum. The choices she had were strawberry, banana or orange. A spark of mischief in her immediately chose the banana one. Somehow it seemed appropriate. She donned the latex gloves, pinging them as she did, picked up the condom, wet wipes and tissues and she walked towards the "Mr Green." He stood with his feet slightly apart and his arms behind his back. She knelt in front of him and looked back at her Master for assurance. On seeing his nod she started to unzip the man. His cock was neither soft nor hard. It was uncut and, as she lifted it from his fly, about 4 inches long and averagely thick. It was not ready to wear a condom yet so she started to caress him with her gloved hands. It felt strange and instinctively she went to take it in her mouth. She heard a disapproving cough and suddenly remembered she was not allowed to taste the man. Instead she pursed her lips and gently blew on the head of the penis as her hands rolled back the foreskin. Slowly the cock grew and stiffened. As it grew it also became hotter and she was aware that her breathing had become shallower and quicker. She was ready to start properly now. She tore the foil wrapper off of the condom and immediately smelt the banana aroma. She smiled to herself and gripped the teat between her teeth pulling the rolled body against her lips. She moved her head forward and towards the glistening cock and positioning the teat over its end used her lips to push/unroll the condom down its length. This meant that she took the whole of the cock in her mouth in the first move and somehow she found she did not mind the taste. The flaccid teat at the end felt strange against the back of her mouth, but that was all. Covering her teeth with her lips she started to move along the length of this cock. It did feel different in the condom, but not bad and she was warming to her task. She moved her hands to the man's trousered arse and stabilized her movement. She felt his hips tense and increased the pace and pressure. As she felt a small tremble she changed tactics. She started to hum sending small vibrations through his cock. This hit the spot and she felt him start to move with her. She guessed this involuntary and a good sign as he had given no encouragement before this point. She tried to look up at his eyes, but the mask obscured them. His head did seem to be tipped back slightly and that too seemed to be a good sign. The restrictions on touching, tasting and feeling frustrated her, but it also concentrated her mind on the task in hand and reading the smaller signs of his growing excitement. The humming really did work and in a short while she felt his hips tense more and his cock seemed to grow. As she felt this, she pulled him deep inside her mouth and although almost gagging felt him spurt and fill the condom. He spurted five or six times and each time she heard a small "aaagggh" escape his lips. As his orgasm subsided he slowly moved her head back and flicked her tongue over cock head as it left her. It was obviously very sensitive now and she saw a shiver run through him. She watched the erection subside and at an appropriate point supported the glistening condom and eased it off him. Letting the cock rest on one hand she used a wet wipe to gently clean the cock of any remaining cum. She dabbed it dry with a tissue and only just remembered not to kiss it. Replacing the man's cock inside his trousers. She closed his fly and stood up. Removing her gloves like a surgeon and leaving them on the small pile of debris, she returned to her Master's side. He leant and kissed her gently saying, "Well done," before dismissing "Mr Green" with a nod. Surprisingly she did not feel cheated. Instead she felt pleased that she had performed the task and had received her Master's appreciation. He offered her the black bag again and this time she retrieved the red ball. His hand guided her back to the boxes. This time she opened the one on the left. It contained a new pair of latex gloves, some lubricant, a single condom, wet wipes and tissues and a card. This time the card read as follows: You will ride this man's cock until he comes. You will not receive any of his cum nor will you taste him. A bench will be provided for him to lie on so that you may straddle him with your feet on the floor. You have two choices, which once made cannot be changed. The first is whether to be naked or dressed while the second is which way you wish to face, his head or his feet." Again this seemed pretty easy, although she was not sure if she could control her own orgasm. She had heard that, when faced with similar constraints, men thought of anything that was unsexy, maybe she would try it. She thought of her choices for a moment and decided to stay dressed. It seemed more in keeping with the intent of the task, which is to give pleasure, but not to receive any. Also it was easy. Since the club she was not wearing knickers so all she needed to do was hike her skirt up to her waist. She was pondering the question of which way to face when "Mr Red" entered the room. He was naked and carrying a padded bench. The bench was around 5 feet long, 18 inches wide, and about 18 inches high. He placed it in the middle of the room and lay on it. His head rested on his hands at one end, his back along the length of the bench, and his feet fell either side. His cock was semi-erect. This cock was circumcised and looked bigger than the last one. His body had a fair costing of dark hair, something she liked. At this point she decided that she would face him, but that first of all she needed to arouse him and apply the condom. She knelt beside him and sat back on her heels. She was suddenly aware that she was wearing those shoes again. She knew now that they would forever be connected with this evening. She slipped on the gloves and started to caress his cock. As it stirred, she placed a little lubricant in the palm of one hand and started wanking him. Long strokes from base right up to the tip, her hands gently closing over the head. Soon it was hard and up so she opened the condom and this time applied it with her hands. It didn't reach the bottom of this cock….it was bigger. She stood up and hitching up her skirt she straddled him, her cunt over his cock. Slowly she bent her knees and guided his cock to her cunt opening. She was still wet from all the activity in the club and he slipped in easily. She gasped involuntarily as she took him in. She placed her hands lightly on his chest and started to perform. It was a complicated sexual ballet lifting herself on and off him. Well not quite off, she always had at least the tip of his cock inside her. In addition she started adding a slight twist of her hips on each downward stroke, first twisting one way and then the other. She soon found her thighs hurting. She had ridden men before but always from a kneeling position, never while standing in high heels. She needed to rest her legs so she settled on him and felt his cock hit her cervix. She was fully impaled and now she started to rock back and forth, while also squeezing her cunt muscles in time with her rhythm. She was getting to him, but it was also getting to her. She was getting aroused and nearly lost herself in this scene. Her head was back, her breathing rugged. She heard a cough and suddenly realized the danger. Her Master did not want her to fail, and, as she was new, he was giving her a little help, this would not always be the case. As her experience grew so would his expectations. She now saw the muscular pain in her thighs as the safety mechanism she needed and raised herself up again. She set about fucking him now, a professional job so to speak, up and down, squeezing and twisting being sure to watch him for signs of a growing orgasm. She started to feel his hips move under her, rising to meet her, and she knew he was close. She intensified the pace until she felt him tense and his cock grow. She immediately settled in him, engulfing him in her cunt and squeezed her muscles in time with his spurts. It felt warm, but not wet coz all his cum was held in the condom. With him spent she stayed where she was for a few moments before lifting off him completely, one hand slipping between her legs to hold the condom in place. With her skirt still over her waist, she knelt beside him and watched the erection subside. As it did, she removed the condom and cleaned his cock, using her hands to slowly ease out the last drops. While she was not allowed to feel or taste any of this, she could still smell him. She loved the after-sex smell, him, her and spunk. When she was satisfied she was done, she stood up, removed the gloves, straightened her skirt, and returned to her Master's side. He smiled broadly. Inwardly she had an even broader smile. She could feel that while he was testing her, he was also helping her. He did not want her to fail. With that her trust in him grew greater. Two down, one to go. Only Mr Blue was left so no ball to pick this time. As if summoned, Mr. Blue entered and immediately went down on his hands and knees in the centre of the room. This seemed odd, but then again she hadn't opened the last box. Her Master brought it to her and watched as she opened it. Inside were the usual latex gloves, wet wipes and tissues. In addition this time there was a more lubricant, a slim, smoothe vibrator and a larger thicker realistic looking dildo with very prominent veins. And, of course, the card. It read: You will bring this man pleasure through his arse. You are reminded that you will receive no cum nor will you taste any part of him. You may choose which tools to use and how and you may, if you wish, use your hand to wank him as an additional stimulus." This was new to her, but she had read about some of this, how to ease the tight hole, how to stimulate the prostate, etc Now this was new territory for her. If this had been first how would she have coped? Now, having completed the first two she felt ready for anything. Momentarily a thought flitted across her mind. Had there ever been any choice or uncertainty in this? Had her Master engineered the order of the tasks too> She could not see how, but almost as soon she realised it didn't matter. He had demonstrated how he would look over her and take her to places she needed to go, both inside and outside her head. Here goes, she thought. Having put on the inevitable gloves, she placed some lubricant on her right index finger and moved to kneel behind "Mr Blue." Using her left hand to part his buttocks, she started to stroke his tight hole. The lubricant made her finger slip easily over it and in no time she found herself pressing down a little more with each pass. After 20 or so strokes the tip of her finger just popped into the hole. She felt him clench at first, but then relax. She then started shallow movements with her finger with each forward stroke entering him a little deeper. Soon she had most of her finger inside and was moving it faster. Time to move on. She took her finger out, placed a second beside it, added more lubricant, and pushed both inside, easily. She worked the two fingers, then three. He was pushing back towards her so she presumed he was enjoying it. Removing her fingers, she decided to use the vibrator. She lubed it, switched it on, and pushed it into the waiting arse. Instead of using it to fuck him, she slowly moved it around looking for the best spot. She knew she found it when he gasped and again his arse clenched. Now that she knew where it was, she set about teasing it, stimulating it, moving back and forward over it, touching it lightly and firmly. His hips were moving more too and as she looked below she saw that he had a raging hard on. Now for the final phase. She pulled the vibrator out and he visible deflated. She quickly lubed up the dildo and was soon pushing it back in. This was thicker and she felt more resistance. It stretched him more, but soon it was in all the way to its plastic balls. She adjusted her position to the side slightly and as she started fucking him with the dildo, her other hand wrapped itself around his hard cock and started wanking him. She kept a rhythm such that when the dildo was in deep her hand was just as the tip of his cock; as her hand slid down his cock the dildo was pulled from his arse. He caught on quickly and soon he was doing the work (though she suspected he wasn't supposed to!) moving his hips as her hands and the dildo stayed still. He was double fucking himself. He soon reached a shuddering climax, his cum shooting onto and splashing off the wooden floor. As she let go of him he slumped, but he stayed on his hands and knees. As previously she used the wipes and tissues to clean him, cock and arse, before mopping his cum from the floor. When she was done she stood up and returned to her Master. Behind her she heard "Mr Blue" leaving. This time she had felt more in control of the task, maybe this was a little of how a Dom feels? If so she could see the attraction, but in recognising this she also reinforced the submissive role that she knew was hers by birth. Her Master lifter her face and smiled at her. "You have done well, little one. I am pleased." And with that he kissed her lips and offered his hand. What would the rest of the evening bring?