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Going Under

By: MudAngel



He caresses her face lovingly and looks into her eyes, as he slowly places the gag over her mouth and ties it in the back. Chuckling to himself as he feels her shudder beneath him. He then reaches over to grab the other 100 feet of rope, and slowly starts to rub it on the back of her arms, so she can feel that she is utterly helpless. He then beckons her to stand up to her feet, turns her away from him, and places the rope around her stomach and methodically starts to make a harness on her.

He gets to her swollen vagina that he had just minutes before pleasured because she had been a good girl and teases her with the rope, she tries to move away but he keeps her there. He smiles to himself, as he blindfolds her and hears her whimper. He then leads her away from the patch of grass they were on. She starts to notice the ground is getting softer as they walk on. He then gently lets go of her and tells her to walk on, not sure she stands still, he more firmly commands her to walk forward, tears start to run down her cheeks as she looks to where the voice is coming, and shakes her head. 

She hears him sigh, and say we can do this the easy way which would please me greatly or we can make this hard for you which would again please me even more, either way you will keep on walking. She nods her head and starts to take a step and gingerly places her foot down on the ground, and puts a little bit of pressure on it, then the full weight of her body on one foot and then she takes a few more steps. About 6 or 7 paces later she stops putting pressure on her foot and lets out a whimper as she feels the ground starting to cave in around her foot. She steps back, and shakes her head trying to say she will go no further. He comes up to her and delicately takes her arm and reassures her that she can. When she doesn't budge he sighs, and takes his leather paddle, and lightly slaps her legs up to her butt with the smooth side of the paddle. 

Whimpering, she takes another step forward, and starts to lose her balance but rights her self immediately fearing the punishment she would get if she were to fall. As she is standing there, she notices that she is starting to sinking it is already up to her ankle. He tells her to gently move her feet from side to side. In doing so. She goes down quicker. It is up to her thighs now, she stops struggling, and starts to whimper, and shakes her head no. He comes up behind careful not to step in the bog he had led her to. And tells her he is going to take the blindfold off, on only one condition, she tilts her head to visibly show that she is asking what.

With that he tells her that she has to continue to sink till he gets her out of it. She shakes her head yes, and with that he takes the blindfold off and he walks away so she can look into his eyes as she starts to struggle once again, slowly its coming up to her butt. She starts to like it and he notices her nipples go rock hard. Its up to her belly button now, and going further up. It finally reaches the bottom of her neck and with alarming eyes she looks to her Master for help, and he grins at her and tells her she's fine, and walks to the other side so she cannot see him. 

With this she starts to panic a great deal. She tries to loosen her arms, kick her legs to get her to come further up, and then she starts to sink quicker then she had before and before she knows it, she's up to her mouth. She tilts her head back so as not to breathe in the mud. She starts to scream out for her master. The mud is up to ears now, her temples and now her eyes. 

She's still fighting for that last breathe of air before she goes all the way under. Slowly the thought that he left her creeps in to her mind and she starts to weep. Then she takes the last deep breath she feels she will ever take again, and screams. Her scream is quickly muffled when she goes under. She starts to struggle frantically to get back to the surface, she suddenly feels something on her upper arm and tries to get away. It pulls her up to just about her chest and she hears him command her not to move or struggle, and gently wipes her face. And takes the gag out, she thanks him, and he pats her head, and says my dear, this has only just begun...

Going Under Ch. 01



It was the first time. We'd been together for 6 engaging months and we'd had our share of sexual encounters but this was the first time she had completely surrendered herself to me. I sat in an armchair in near darkness, pondering over a glass of wine, looking back with fascination at the sheer artistry of life. It was surreal. It was beyond my imagination that such perfection could come dancing into my life through the ether of randomness and time.

I looked over the room, still in mild chaos from our encounter. Nothing but pillows and Desiree were left on the bed. She relaxed there naked, either gazing out the wall of windows or dozing. I couldn't tell which.

A mild breeze came through the open french doors off of the ocean a good 60 feet or so below. My large, sprawling apartment was the third floor of a building which perched on a cliff overlooking a rocky shoreline. I'd always wanted to hear the waves from my home, and their constant crashing against the rocks below had become an addiction for me. It was the music in the background of my world.

Tonight, the melody to that beat was what captured my thoughts. With an unexpected natural flow, Desiree and I had grown to a most satisfying place in our relationship and I had the comforting sense that she felt the same way.

It started earlier that day, only a few hours before. I was on my knees, straddling her belly, twirling the sash of my robe around her wrists and holding it bound tight in my fist. She tugged against the restraint, but I was insistent. Our gaze locked together. I may have even seen a hint of fear in her eyes, but as I nodded my head slowly she let her slim, naked body begin to relax. Her resistance melted away but her deep breaths became more rapid. I looked down at her breasts heaving under me. My god, she looked beautiful. My semi-flaccid cock, laying against her stomach began to grow.

"Are you ok?" I spoke softly.

A look of mild confusion crossed her face. I pulled more tightly on the sash. Her eyes widened a little. I was finally pushing her boundaries, but she nodded in acceptance and answered in her soft, deep, beautifully feminine voice. "Yes Steve, I'm ok."

I'd waited long enough. I had kept my desires suppressed too long already. Any longer and it would become false. I would be faking it. There was no sense in proceeding further in our relationship without deep honesty, and I sensed that tonight was the time. I'd coaxed her along, acknowledging her need to build her confidence long enough. Tonight I would not hold back.

6 months prior, we'd met as a few friends and I were barbecuing on the beach. We were having a great time and my buddies were engaged in their typical obnoxious flirting with the group of girls next to us. The girls must have been high, because they were falling for every line. All of them, except for Desiree. I watched her. Desiree was friendly and fun, but she rebuffed every advance that Tony made. She sidestepped Ron's fake attempt to run into her as he caught a football. She politely accepted a beer from Joe, chatting with him just long enough to finish the beer and be friendly before excusing herself to the ladies room which was a good five minute walk away.

I pounced, taking the opportunity to introduce myself and offer to walk with her. I fully expecting her to deftly avoid my advance, but she accepted. We hit it off instantly and spent the next couple of hours chatting as I learned all that she was willing to offer about herself, responding in kind with the details of my own crazy world.

She was absolutely gorgeous with long black hair in a loose braid down her back. Her blue eyes stood out against a light tan. She was tall and slender with long muscular legs leading the way to a full, round ass covered only by the thin, black string of her thong. The counterpart to her thong was a skimpy, black top which barely contained ample breasts. She had no hint of tan line. Her smooth skin maintained its soft brown tone from head to toe. In short, she was a knockout.

We quickly became absorbed in each other, easily growing comfortable. She was soft spoken and witty, flirtatious but not easy, gorgeous but not slutty. She carried herself like royalty, full of grace. To look at her in her tiny bikini, you might think she was loose and easy but that only downplayed her quick wit and confident attitude. We chatted, played in the surf, and got mildly drunk as we began to warm up to each other. I was drawn to her personality and beauty.

It was a fun day which waned into a warm evening with a gentle breeze blowing in off of the ocean. While the sun sank our friends were still partying. Desiree and I sat watching them, laughing quietly at their inebriated tumblings over each other in their quests to get laid. From the look of it, they were likely to find success. Without a word, Desiree suddenly jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand, pulling me in the direction of the sea. She held on, dragging me into the surf past the shallow, warm waves where we bobbing up and down, playing some spontaneous version of tag until she wrapped her arms around my neck, her gorgeous full tits almost pressed into my face. I must have appeared startled because she chuckled before she spoke.

"I never do this."

No sooner had the words escaped her lips, than she planted a kiss on my lips. I needed no further encouragement. For half the day I had been searching for an opening that wouldn't scare his amazing creature away, and had resolved to take my time, feeling for her pace. This change was most welcome.

I felt myself getting hard as she pressed her body against mine. I knew she could feel it too. We kissed long and passionately until we lost our balance in the surf. Picking her up by her thighs, I waded into the shallower water, holding her against me with one arm as the other held the back of her head and we kissed again.

The ice was broken. We spent the rest of the evening migrating to my hotel room where we were alone, exploring each other's bodies until we went to dinner. After dinner we hit the hotel hot tub, showered and proceeded to fuck each other until we passed out, our bodies tangled together as the sun rose again.

That was how we got started. We ended up sleeping most of the next day away together. As the next few months flew by it only got better. We found that we both liked similar foods, the same wide varieties of reading, music, movies, wine... We wanted much of the same things from each other. Friendship, companionship, fun, and an excess of extremely hot sex became intuitive for us. The only hitch I had found was that I had kinks like crazy, and she was, until now, fairly inexperienced and nervous about exploring the deeper art of sexuality which had been commonplace for me until I met her. I was open. I didn't hide it, and she didn't reject it as a whole, but as time went on, I learned that only a slow, honest and caring approach would reassure her enough for me to ease her into submission to my sexual whims.

Her courage was building. She had been learning some of the intricacies of dominance and submission. Now she was yielding to it for the first time and I was ready to take her on a journey.

Here we were on the bed, me straddling her hips, my cock growing noticeably between our bellies. I held her wrists bound with my sash above her head. Her eyes closed as I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips parted slightly to the urging of my tongue. She was nervous, yet willing, so beautiful under me that if this was not such a long awaited opportunity I would gladly have spread her legs and fucked her into our familiar mutual oblivion, but I could not waste this chance to take her further.

A quick half hitch or two was all it took to leave her wrists bound together. I pressed my lips against her neck, kissing her softly, her head yielding to the familiar touch of my lips until I sucked on a small bit of neck flesh and nipped at it gently with my teeth, enough to startle her and make her jerk away from the short jolt of mild pain with a small yelp. Her eyes looked alarmed, maybe even a little angry until she saw my playful smile. 

I pulled away, sitting up and gazing at her gorgeous, tan tits. Her dark nipples were erect and inviting. Crawling forward on my hands and knees I let my fully erect cock slide between them over to her lips. She knew what to do. She sucked the swelling head into her mouth.

"Suck hard." My soft, direct tones would ease over time toward sharp, insistent demands, but not yet. She complied. Her lips pulled at the head of my cock, making it swell. I pressed down, knowing that she could not take it all. Her eyes shut as it pressed in deeper.

"Keep your eyes open!" I said more sharply. Her eyes snapped open, looking up at me as I pushed my cock slowly. against the back of her throat. I watched as she struggled to take any more than half of my cock into her mouth. With persistent pressure I pushed in. It was overwhelming her and she gagged as I pulled out. A string of saliva trailed from the head of my cock to her bottom lip, then dribbled down onto her chin. She kept her eyes locked with mine, obediently, blinking as they started to water. I smiled.

"Good girl." I said, and she smiled back at me. This was going well.

Taking the loose ends of the sash on her wrists I helped her sit up, guiding her lovely nakedness off of the bed without a word. I stood her up on the plush white carpet and guided her by the trailing ends of the sash through the open french doors to the deck. It was large and private, neighbored only by the apartment below mine. I took her to the railing where the afternoon sun was shining bright, turned her toward me and told her to kneel. She looked a little puzzled and spoke hesitantly. "I don't know if I can."

Reassuring her, I helped her to her knees, her bound wrists rested on her thighs. Standing in front of her, I grabbed the long, flow of her black hair in one hand and pulled her up to stand on her knees. I gripped my cock at the base and aimed it toward her lips, still wet with saliva. Without hesitation I pressed it in again, reassuring her in a calm tone. "Remember what I taught you."

I wondered how much she would remember in the heat of the moment with me pushing my cock steadily into her throat. I was slow and gentle, but relentless as I continued to press in. To my surprise, as I felt it pressing into her throat, she didn't gag at first but let it slide in, accepting a few more inches before she gagged violently. I leaned back, withdrawing. "Very good," I commented, reminding her, "keep your eyes open, Desiree." She looked up at me with her watery eyes as a thick stream of saliva flowed down her chin.

She had always been able to give me a blindingly good blow job, and with practice she had been taking more and more down her throat when it was on her terms, but this was different. Then she had control, this time she had very little.

"More?" I asked.

She nodded. "I can do this."

I smiled. How could I not just love that? I pushed in again, holding her head steady with one hand and angling my hips to make it easier as the thick head of my cock felt resistance from her throat, but this time she pushed herself forward and my cock slid into her throat again. She continued to lean into it as I felt her lips just begin to brush my thin layer of trimmed pubic hair. I let go of her head, impressed and in ecstasy as I felt her lips close near the base of my cock. Not wanting to hurt her I let her go at her own pace. Her stomach convulsed repeatedly as she slowly snaked the length of my cock out of her mouth. As it slid past her lips it sprang upward, slapping just below my belly button and flinging small drops of saliva onto her face, visibly sparkling in the sun. We both laughed as she tried to wipe her lips with her wrists, but I quickly grabbed her wrists to stop her. I had every intention of having this girls fluids dripping all over her long before she ever got any relief.

I helped her stand up and kissed her again, pushing my tongue between her lips.

"You're doing great Dez, but we're only getting started. Are you sure you're ready?"

I looked her over. She was already looking a little worn. Her hair was going crazy directions in the light wind. Her lips were swollen and saliva was dripping down her throat onto her breasts. Her eyes seemed to beg for my attention. She paused artfully with the style and grace I'd come to adore, before stating with a strong, confident voice and the hint of a sly smile. "Yes Sir."

"Good girl." I said, trying hard not to let my voice reveal how much affection I had for her at the moment.

A small fishing boat was going by. It wouldn't be too hard for the occupants to see us on my deck, and with a half way decent set of binoculars they would be able to get a great view. I turned her around to face the open sea. The sun shone warm on our naked bodies. I knew she would be aware of how she was exhibited. I watched her face as the realization washed over her. She blushed red for only a moment before regaining her composure. She was committed.

I loosened the bindings at her wrists and used the sash to bind her forearms to the wide top board of the deck railings, leaving her bent over with her large breasts hanging. The boat was slowing down. I had no way to know, but my guess is that they'd spotted us.

Like a cop on TV, I spread her legs with my feet from behind her, just a little too wide to be comfortable. Her pink slit was exposed, the thin lips open and inviting. Her little bum hole was puckered tight. We'd discussed her limits in detail, and while her bum was virgin, after much assurance and trust building she had assured me that her body was my territory. I didn't really have a plan and I didn't need one, but I had every intention of introducing her ass to new sensations.

I spoke, letting the deepness of my voice carry the gravity of my words to her ears. "Your sweet little ass is very exposed my sweet virgin girl." I watched her tense as the words betrayed my intentions. The muscles of her little bum hole clenched tight. I gently swatted her ass. "Oh no. Don't tense up girl. You need to relax." I could see her trying to comply as the muscles of her sphincter attempted to let go.

I spread her pink pussy lips with my fingers. She was wet. Her body was announcing her arousal in every way that I could detect. I stood up behind her and placed the head of my cock against those lips at the entrance to her hot little pussy. Her blossoming lips embraced it as I slowly pushed the thick head just inside her and stopped. She tried to push back against me, but I held her firmly in check with my voice.

"No. Don't move. You get what I give you, nothing more." Her head dipped down in frustration, but her hips tilted upward making my access to her waiting pussy even more inviting.

I popped the head of my cock in and out of her a few times, watching her pussy as it responded to my penetrations before I pulled away from her and stepped back into the bedroom. I watched her as she realized she was alone and exposed outside on my balcony. The boat was moving away, but I knew the gravity of what was happening was sinking in. She was no longer in control of her own privacy or her body. Trust and submission and myself were her only allies. 

She turned to look back my way, unable to see where I had gone as her forearms, bound to the wooden rail, prevented her turning far enough without moving her legs. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and here she was, giving herself to me, obeying me. I was falling for her, which only spurred me on. Through my daydreaming I realized that I was stroking my cock. The lubrication of her juices added to the pleasure of it. I stopped myself. I had this beautiful toy for my pleasure. There was no need at all to masturbate. For just a moment I was forced to restrain myself from just heading out there and burying my cock inside her warmth to fuck her like a madman. No, there was still a long way to go before either of us would have that particular pleasure. She was responding well... she was... submitting well. It was definitely time to up the ante.

She was mine to play with. Finally. I was going to show her a hint of how intense it could be. I'd had fantasizes about her for a very long time. I'd coaxed and coached her. I'd tested her responses to a variety of the things that turned me on as a dominant. With all those thoughts in mind I opened the bottom dresser drawer where all of my purchases in the past month were displayed. There was quite a variety, and she'd seen it all. I'd asked her if there was anything in here she didn't want to encounter. I'd enjoyed her nervous, almost fearful replies. She'd tried so hard to appear confident. It was beautiful.

Last nights question was the launching point. "Do you trust me Dez, to keep you safe and to do you no harm?"

She was almost quivering as she nodded and replied, "I don't think I've ever trusted anyone more. You've been so open and honest with me about what you want. I'm not afraid, just nervous. What you describe sounds like the deepest bond and the hottest sex I can imagine. Yes, I trust you."

My cock was throbbing as I dug through the drawer and pulled out a fair sized silicone butt plug. It was a few inches long and just wide enough to make a virgin ass feel it's girth. What I looked forward to most was inserting the powerful little vibrator into the hole made to accommodate it and watching her reaction. I grabbed a large tube of lube and headed out toward the balcony with my member wagging in front of me at full attention.

She was gorgeous there, vulnerable, with her legs still spread wide. Her head rested on one of her bound forearms. I set my tools down on a table, pulling it close behind her and returned to her. I had her pull her legs a bit closer together to prevent them from fatiguing too quickly. I went to kiss her cheek but she raised her head and offered me her lips. I sucked the lower one in between my own lips, pulling it gently. She moaned softly in positive response. She was still ok, but I knew she needed this small assurance that I cared.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"A little tired." she replied.

"How are your arms? Hurting? Tired?" I looked over the bonds to confirm that she had lost no circulation even though the bonds were fairly loose. She hadn't learned how much I would enjoy her trying to free herself yet. She was focused on compliance.

"I'm fine." She glanced at my cock. Her breath sucked in sharply. It was obvious that I was intensely turned on. "Fuck me, Steve,"

I smiled. "You've forgotten who's giving the orders lover, but that's ok. You're gonna' learn. I will fuck you girl, but first I'll make you beg for it." I watched her face for a reaction. Her eyes closed a little and she took a deep breath. I wondered what was going on in her mind. The only revealing feature was a slight smile.

I disappeared behind her and grabbed the bottle of cool lube. Without warning I squirted a generous stream on her exposed butt crack, just above the hole and watched it slide down over the pink bud, rubbing it in before it trickled down over her exposed pussy lips. By my direction there was no hint of hair on her beautiful, smooth, clean shaven pussy. She jumped, startled by the cold sensation before I grabbed her thighs at the hips, silently directing her to angle her ass higher for me. I told her to hold it there.

Taking the plug in hand by the wide, flared base, I rubbed it along the crack of her ass. She clenched, but I ignored that, watching her muscles jerk as she tried to relax again. I slid the plug back and forth, occasionally stopping to press the tip against her tight hole while I admired her body and the sun glistening on her long black hair as it fell over and off of her shoulders.




Going Under Ch. 01



I spoke to her softly, reassuringly, letting the deep tone of my words calm her. "Relax baby. This will only feel good if you let it." As I said it I applied a bit more pressure against the natural resistance of her little bum hole, watching it slowly give way to the width, I lubed her again liberally and pumped the first inch in and out of her slowly while she began to relax.

"Relax baby, here it comes." I stopped my motion and pressed with gentle but relentless pressure, watching her ass slowly accept the bulbous invader.

"Are you ok."

She gasped, "yes."

I pushed just a little harder. In response she let out a low, soft, guttural moan. As she did, the plug slid past its width and its full length sucked inside her ass. The low moan turned into a grunt. I looked at her face to confirm that she was not in pain. Her lips were pouting. Her eyes were shut, and her body was writhing gently. She was in no pain. I smiled.

"How does that feel?"

"Fucking huge."

"Good huge?"

"Crazy good huge."

I probably looked like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar with a stupid grin on his face. She was loving it and I in turn was having the time of my life.

I chuckled as I spoke. "And we've only just begun."

She responded with a long groan of mixed frustration and desire.

I twisted the plug by its base a bit, making sure that it was all well lubed, as I had every intention of letting it stay in place for a while.

Her legs were quivering. I spoke to her as I noticed another boat going by and wondered if they might see us. "Are your legs tired?"

"No." She looked up at me. "I just can't stop them from shaking."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Do you see that boat out there?""

She looked out toward the water and nodded.

"They might see us. Are you embarrassed?"

"Fuck them, just don't stop." she replied. I thought I could hear a smile in her voice.

I was impressed. I nodded to myself in appreciation and replied as I returned to her rear. "Baby, I'm just getting started." I heard a muffled groan of pleasure and I knew my words had penetrated.

Standing directly behind her, I rubbed the head of my cock between her lips, guiding it with one hand, never letting it inside her, but sliding it up and down, parting her lips and sliding between the folds of flesh. Her ass moved up and down in response. More than once she tried to push back onto me as I held the head, thick and throbbing against the entrance to her beautiful warm pussy, but I pulled back. She was not begging yet.

I leaned over her, letting the length of my cock slide between her legs without entering her, putting wet, slick pressure and movement against her clit. I reached around and grasped her tits as I mocked a fucking action, sliding my hardness back and forth along her pussy, knowing it must be contacting her clit. Her body responded as her legs nearly gave way repeatedly and her whimpers of pleasure grew louder. I pinched her nipples firmly, and that whimpering became a short yelp of pleasure. She was forgetting where she was and letting go of her inhibitions.

I began to wonder how long it would be before she was too loud to keep this encounter relatively private outside. I knew the neighbors below me well, I and was reasonably confident that they weren't home, but I was also pretty sure that they had no interest in my sex life. It was time to move.

I stepped back for a moment and enjoyed the view. This beautifully tanned woman, bent over, legs spread, pussy engorged and open for me, slick with pleasure. The large, black ring of the base of her butt plug hiding the intimate details of her ass. Her legs were still quivering with the intensity. All this with the background of the shining ocean below. Even the shadows cast by her body were erotic. The scent in the air of the ocean was highlighted by just a hint of her sex. I had found heaven and all I wanted was to share this bliss with her.

I untied her arms, urging her to stand up slowly, both to accommodate stiff muscles, and because I was sure she had never tried to walk with a wide flared butt plug inside her pushing her cheeks apart. She looked at me as if the whole idea were crazy when I told her to go to the bed, but I held her close, ready to support her as needed. She was determined and slowly adjusted, apparently doing her best to maintain her demeanor. The plug in her ass defied her efforts. She was my toy and there was no avoiding that reality.

Placing a pillow under her hips, I bent her forward over the bed with her ass poised high, taking her hands behind her back and tying them together at the wrists. After checking that she was reasonably comfortable and suggesting that she prepare for me to continue my ministrations, I returned to the drawer full of toys. I took out the bullet which was going to take my girls ass to new places. Gripping the base of the plug, I inserted it and flipped the switch to high without hesitation. Dez jerked on the bed and over the muffled hum I heard, "Ooh my fucking..." But the words became muddled as her ass began to quiver again.

"Hold still." I demanded and watched her futile attempts to comply.

"I...I can't." Her voice was quivering too. The powerful little vibe must have been echoing through her nether regions with a vengeance.

"You can't? Or... You can't, sir?"

There was a pause as she processed my question. "I can't sir." Her shaky voice replied.

"Good girl. Try harder."

I watched her muscles tensing but it only made her quiver more.

"I guess it's going to be that much longer before you get to have my cock inside you."

She moaned in frustration.

"That thing is making me crazy." I was growing to love that little quivering in her voice.

"That thing is making me crazy...sir." I suggested.

"Sir...this thing is making me crazy sir."

"Good." Her body stiffened briefly at the implications of the short reply.

I knelt between her legs. "Is the plug hurting you?"

"No."

"No sir." My reply was sharp, expressing my disapproval.

"No sir." She paused. "No sir, it's gonna' make me cum, sir."

"No my dear. You're not allowed to cum until my cock is inside you."

She moaned loud as realizations of what that might mean played on her imagination.

Cupping her ass with one hand, I delivered a sharp, stinging swat to her ass. "Yes sir!" I demanded.

She yelped with the sudden jolt of pain but replied, "Yes sir!"

A light pink welt began to appear on her ass in the shape of my hand. It looked so sweet that I delivered her another on the opposite cheek to match it.

"What was that for?" She asked, and just before I could respond she added, "sir."

"Just another matching hand print on my girls beautiful ass."

She didn't reply but I knew she heard me.

"Yes sir." I suggested softly.

"Yes sir," she replied. Her voice sounded calmer and her quivering had nearly subsided. The pain calmed her and she did not complain. I tucked that away for future reference. I rubbed her ass in appreciation and then pulled her cheeks apart and pushed her ass up higher. "Hold it there."

She complied as I plucked at her swollen inner labia with my fingers, pulling at them and playing with them for a long time as I watched her arousal build. Her generously sized pink clit was exposed. The folds of flesh were pulled back. I pushed her ass higher until she was struggling to hold it up and then, reaching around one thigh, I pulled on the flesh of her pubes, forcing the little nub to stick out. I grazed it with my tongue. Her body reacted. The humming of the vibe in her ass changed for a moment as she clenched hard on the plug. I watched her pulling on it with her anal muscles.

I flicked my tongue at her clit again, getting the same reaction. I repeated this multiple times, pausing in between to watch her pussy react and to keep her on edge. Her sweet natural lubrication was flowing freely. I poked my tongue at her lips, lapping up a serving of her sweet, mildly sour nectar.

"Steve, fuck me please." She cried out. It was starting to get to her.

"Sir." I only said the one word before lapping at her pussy again.

"Oh fuck. Sir! Please fuck me, sir!"

"I will fuck you when I am ready." I slid my tongue over her protruding clitoris again.

"You're gonna' make me cum, sir" I was amazed at how quickly she had changed from a girl who was shy about talking about sex to a shameless vixen who was willing to announce her impending orgasm.

"You may not cum until my cock is inside you." My manipulations were playing out nicely.

"Put it inside me, please sir." She was putty in my hands.

"Put what inside you, girl?"

She went still for a moment, breathing hard. Her voice was deep and breathy when she replied. "Your cock, sir."

"What exactly are you asking for, girl?"

Another pause. "Your cock sir. I want your cock inside me."

I ran my tongue over her clit and up her slit toward her perineum, stopping to shove my tongue into her hole. Her hips responded with wildness.

"It's too early girl. You aren't ready yet." It was a bit of a lie. She had done well for her first time in submission. Actually, I wasn't sure who was more stunned or aroused. My cock was achingly hard. I looked down to see precum dripping down its length as I knelt on the floor between her legs. I was nearing my own desperation.

At some point my plans began to mix with my own desire to be inside her. I had a million ideas in my head about how to proceed, but if truth be told, I was beyond satisfied. She was mine and I was falling all the more deeply for this girl, but now was not the best time to show it.

Despite my intentions, I abandoned anything resembling a plan at that point, I just wanted to keep her at this peak until I could plunge myself inside her. I stood up on my knees and slowly slid a finger along her slit. She was moaning quietly, occasionally whispering small comments like "That feels so good." And "Please fuck me." I slowly twisted the butt plug. She gasped in surprise. I pulled on it slowly, taking care not to hurt her as I began to withdraw it. I was no longer touching her pussy but focusing on a slow and gently withdrawal of the plug. In response, she was writhing on the bed, pushing her ass back into the plug. Her fists, tied behind her at the wrists were clenched. I could not tell it it was pleasure or pain.

"Is that hurting you?" I asked, trying not to betray any hint of undue concern.

"She wasn't speaking very clearly but her intent was obvious. "I'm trying...not... to cum..."

I smiled. "Good girl." And I continued to slowly pull the plug out. As the thickest portion cleared her stretched sphincter muscles, with a loud moan and a sudden squeeze she pushed it out all of the way. She crumbled onto the bed, grinding her hips into the air. Soft moans melted into little whimpers of pleasure. It was difficult to tell if she was having an orgasm or still trying not to.

I loosed her wrists and pulled at an arm to turn her over. The look in her eyes was purest lust. Her legs lifted instinctively in the air, spread and ready for me. I crawled on top of her. I was so turned on and hard that I knew I could not last long inside her. More than anything I wanted us to cum together.

She sensed me hesitating. "Please, fuck me sir. I want your cock. I'm gonna' cum. Please sir, fuck me."

And there I had my answer. She was just where any man would want her to be. At this moment, she was the most beautiful woman on earth, begging me to fuck her. I looked her over. Her eyes were half closed and glassy, her face was flushed with beads of sweat. Her lips were full and red. Black hair clung to the sweat on her breast. Her gorgeous light brown nipples were swollen and protruding. Her abdominal muscles were clenching as she arched her back and lifted her ass, exposing her drenched pussy for me. Her legs were spread wide. Her tired little ass hole was clenching in anticipation. The brief thought entered my mind to fuck her ass, but this was not the right time and I had no desire to change my course.

My cock is fairly large, not monstrous, but definitely as long and thick as I could ever want it to be. I placed the swollen head at her entrance, watching her face. A look of anguish crossed her face as I paused. "Please fuck me, sir." She whispered.

How could I not?

I plunged into her. Her wet, open pussy offered up like a sacrifice. I impaled her, sinking the full length deep inside her in one heavy stroke. Her body reacted as her hips bucked against me, grinding her waiting clit against my pubic bone. She began to cum almost instantly as I lay down on top of her and held my cock deep inside, the head pressing deep against what I can only assume was at or near her cervix. I didn't need to move to keep her cumming. She dug her fingernails into my ass and pulled me in as she bucked against me. Free flowing animalistic sounds escaped her lips mingled with, "Oh fuck yes. Fuck me sir. Fuck me."

Her movements and sounds alone were nearly enough to make me cum, but I did fuck her. I could feel the tension in my balls as I pulled out of her and thrust in again, and again. She clutched at my ass as my pace increased.

Her cries increased their intensity. "I'm gonna' cum again, sir." she moaned with her head against my chest.

That sent me over the edge. I felt the first hot surge of cum pump into her deepest places. Surge after surge kept coming as the release washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest as all my energy entered her body in thick streams from my deepest core.

She bucked her hips against me. I held myself inside her as she came on my cock again and the last surges of my cum joined hers. I was blind to the world, only knowing the embrace of the beautiful girl sharing this moment with me, connected by more than flesh. I submerged in the feeling of her warm embrace as she emptied my balls, and maybe a part of my soul.

Dez, with her hands still clamped on my ass was beginning to relax while I was coming back out of orbit. I pressed my face into the nape of her neck, taking a deep breath of the intoxicating scents around us. She placed a hand on the back of my neck. I raised myself up with a wry smile. She looked tired, but her smile showed her happiness. In her eyes was contentedness. I could only imagine that my face was betraying my own satisfied pleasure, but I didn't care. There was nothing to hide. I kissed her lips, which she returned eagerly.

"Good girl." I spoke in a low, rumbling voice that came more from my chest than my mouth.

"Thank you, sir," she replied with a soft femininity that wrapped around me.

We lay together there without another word for what seemed like hours before we fell asleep in each other's arms. I remember thinking that this encounter could not have gone more perfectly.

When I woke up, it was night. My head was resting on her shoulder. She was stroking my thick, brown hair. I looked up at her smiling face. Our eyes met and we kissed.

My voice was deep and throaty. "You are amazing."

Her voice was soft and seductive. "Thank you." She paused and her smile grew warmer. "Sir."

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Going Under Ch. 02



Thank you for your interest in reading this second chapter of Going Under. I would suggest that if you are unfamiliar with this story, you might like to read the first chapter before enjoying this one, as it will add significantly to the character development. However, if you would prefer not to, please enjoy this installment, this as I'm confident that you will still enjoy it on its own.

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Two days had passed since Desiree and I had been together, which was hardly unusual. We each had careers to maintain, and sometimes we went from weekend to weekend, keeping in touch on the phone through the day, but not seeing each other.

It was Tuesday and I was getting ready for work as the call came through. We chatted the usual "good morning, how'd you sleep" and other mundanities that occurred when we spoke this early, but I could sense tension in her voice. Her answers were a little sharper than usual. They came quicker. After a couple of minutes my instinct proved correct.

"I need to see you." Her voice was deeper, slower but with a hint of urgency that I couldn't place. I hadn't heard it before.

"Ok. What's up?" I replied.

"I... I just need you."

My first thought was off the mark. The protective warrior man-beast in me reared its head. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I wasn't getting the clues. I knew that, but I couldn't get a read on what was going on until she spoke again.

"I miss you." Her voice was still unusual but that clued me in, or maybe my morning cup of coffee had finally hit my brain. I had never heard that from her before. Not like this. Practice kicked in, like muscle memory but more carnal.

"Good, my girl. That pleases me."

"Can I come over tonight?"

"No. You can tomorrow tonight." I silently, mentally kicked myself in the teeth. Without any good reason other than to assert my dominance, I'd just passed up the opportunity to have her company tonight. A classic rookie mistake, missing out on what I want just to be Mr. Dominant.

She was quiet. It lasted a little too long for my comfort, but her voice came back soft, passionate, throaty. "Yes sir."

Her submissive tone went straight to my head. My heart high-fived my brain. I could feel it suddenly pounding in my chest. I was completely off my guard. I worked hard to not let it show in my voice. Undeniable truths had been growing in my head, we were perfect together. Her attitude and her responses were like the first drink of cool water after a hard day in the heat. My little mistake had bought me time and I decided to follow through. 

"Desiree, my girl. Go get your hair done up nicely. Have it put up. I don't want to see one strand hanging down, except one little wisp against one cheek. I want you in one of your tight, little, black dresses and black pumps, no underwear, no jewelry. Be here at eight o'clock."

"Yes sir." She practically whispered it. Passion was dripping from her voice.

"Now go. Tomorrow will be a special day."

"Yes sir." Her voice brightened and became more animated. "Goodbye. I mean, goodbye sir."

"Goodbye beautiful."

I hung up the phone and returned to the part of life that serves only to fuel my preferences.

I thought it through as best I could. I don't subscribe to all of the traditional ideas of the lifestyle I have chosen. I understand them. I respect them, but the highest ideal that I subscribe to of the BDSM culture is essentially, "Make it your own." If it works for the participants, it's not for others to judge.

It had been a month since our first encounter that was overtly steeped in dominance and submission, but we had talked about it extensively. We played and I explored her boundaries. She had expressed her desire to go all in and I was ready to take here there.

It was time to put a collar on this girl and engage that beautifully intoxicating physical element of dominance. A bond of submission for her and a symbol of my promises to care for her, keep her safe, and be trustworthy, as well as my ownership of her as long as she would have me.

It's also one potently erotic adornment. The thought of my collar on Desiree's neck had my cock rock hard in my boxers.

The day took forever to pass.

I have a drawer in my bedroom full of items that I occasionally refer to as implements of seduction. It contains a wide variety of sex toys and other elements of our lifestyle. I'd bought the entire assortment just for Desiree and I.

In the weeks before we'd had our first dominance and submission encounter, I'd bound her for the first time and introduced her lovely ass to a rather aggressive butt plug. Since then I'd taken her to the drawer where we talked about the more intense possibilities of us as a dominant and submissive couple. It was the fruit of many conversations, finally coming to a head.

I'd shown her the contents of the drawer then, holding some up to exhibit for her, making sure that she noticed everything that was important or likely to push her boundaries. I watched her reactions to see which ones she responded to the most. I had purchased a goofy, little, purple dog collar on a thin leash from a pet store to include in the mix of items. She reacted strongest to that, leading me to think she might reject it. As we looked over those contents I asked her many times If there was anything in the drawer that she would not want me to include in our relationship. She had been open to all of it. The poor girl had to have been a little overwhelmed but she is quick witted, intelligent, and nobodies fool. She had not been duped. She was willingly giving me permission and I took that to heart because I knew she meant it from her heart.

What she didn't know was that the funky little purple dog collar was going to be replaced by a beautifully crafted, thin, black leather collar with a subtle red inscription which said, "Property of Steve" It had a bright chrome ring attached to it and a fine steel buckle. It was made to not chafe tender flesh, with thin, soft, black padding inside.

Since then I'd acquired three thin, black leashes of different lengths. One was about a foot and a half long. It was really more of a functional adornment than a leash but it worked well for both purposes. It had lace trim and was very feminine. The second was a few feet long, much more functional, and less feminine. The third was thin, strong, black cord, long enough to tether her in the corner of a room, yet still give her freedom of movement anywhere in the room. Of course, I still had the option of tying it at any length I chose. All of them had hand loops at the tag end.

I'd purchased plenty of rope too. No artisan of bondage is worth his salt without rope craft in my opinion.

Tomorrow I would bring these tools to their intended use, intensifying and solidifying my girls submissive role and cementing my maturing relationship to her. 

Wednesday passed and I prepared well. I had my finest black suit pressed and my shoes freshly shined. I wore a dark red tie, the only colorful accent. I got a fresh haircut and had the barber perfect my goatee.

I had a light, delicious dinner of salad, cold sautéed shrimp, cheeses and a first rate, blood red Cabernet prepared ahead of time. I put candles around every room, no more than enough to add accent, and I dimmed all the lights so that details of our surrounding could be seen but no room had glaring light. I didn't want our eyes to have to encounter bright light once we'd adjusted to the dim light. I preferred to have no music at a time like this, but I left the outer doors to my bedroom and great room open so the ever present sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks below my apartment could be heard.

I set the collar aside with the mid-length leash of roughly six feet attached.

Sitting down to relax and wait for her, it sank in more acutely than ever, how much Desiree meant to me. I could argue with myself all day, but I could not deny that this girl had captured me more than I could ever capture her. I decided that tonight I would be as open as I knew how about that. I would drop all facade and let it show. I needed that and I believed she did too. For all the sex, the playing of roles, the masterful front, the truth is that I recognized my need for her. I wanted her to recognize it too. I wanted her to feel it. That, to me, is the real power exchange. A durable bond of giving and receiving which enhances and intensifies the best parts of life for both parties. A slavery to love, or at the very least, a slavery to adoration, most healthy when both individuals are bound to it.

My heart was thundering with the waves. I was excited.

I heard the tap at the door.

I opened it and stepped out to her, taking her by hand and leading her to the center of my great room, facing the large windows where the last remnants of the sunset beautified the sky. She took a look around, absorbing the setting of the room. Then, looking me up and down a smile grew on her face, it's loveliness reflected in her deep blue eyes. Neither of us spoke for a moment. I just watched her face, taking in her body language and stunning elegance.

Her attention to detail was perfect. Her hair was pulled back, wrapped in a tight bun. A thin wisp of hair curled down just in front of her ear, caressing her cheek. Her makeup added subtle accent to the shape of her jawline, creating just that much more elegance as I played my eyes along her neck to the curve of her shoulders.

She watched me look her over, past the low cut V of her tight black dress, where the light tan of her braless breasts created an appetizing image of cleavage. The curve of her hips was accentuated by the contrast of black against the lighter background of the room. The dress was short, not reaching nearly mid-thigh, it tempted me to reach the brief distance underneath it to touch her sexual treasures. Her legs were crossed slightly, posed. She knew what an image she was creating. My breathing stopped for a moment, held by her beauty.

Before it got awkward, I took both of her hands in mine and broke the spell with one word.

"Kneel."

I helped her to her knees, then stooped down on one knee in front of her, placing one hand behind her head. I kissed her long and slow, enjoying the soft texture of her lips. I held us together for a moment and then broke it off.

"I missed you." She said softly, with heartfelt passion.

I smiled and stood up close to her, looking down my torso, where her face was only a few inches from my cock which hung heavy in my slacks. The bulge was prominent. I wished I could take a picture.

"I missed you too."

My heart was still pounding from the intoxicating moment at hand.

"Desiree, you've become more dear to me than I could ever explain. I want us to grow together. The closer the better."

I stepped away and returned with the collar and leash in hand. Her eyes widened, locking onto it until I spoke again and her eyes returned to meet mine.

As I detached the leash and dropped it to the floor in front of her, I continued. "You have given me one of the greatest gifts a man can ever receive. What I give in return pales in comparison. It is not balanced. I am the lucky one here. I want you to be mine."

I paused, not knowing if I was conveying what I wanted her to know. I showed her the inscription on the collar. Her lips silently mouthed the words, "Property of Steve"

I needed to hear her thoughts. "What does this mean to you?" I asked.

She was silent for a very long time. I watched emotions and thoughts play out in her facial expressions. Her eyes teared up a little, sparkling in the dim light. She swallowed hard and then spoke softly. "It means you own me."

I smiled and she paused but I waited for more. A quizzical expression crossed her face so I clarified. "Yes..." It was the perfect answer, but not the one that was rooted more deeply in her. "But what does it mean to you."

This girls mind is sharp. Her intelligence, and perceptiveness never miss. Her answer was my version of perfect. "It means that you will treat me like a precious treasure. It means you see me as your greatest gift and that you never want to lose me."

She was quoting me nearly verbatim from many months ago when I had first really been able to explain to her what this type of relationship was and what it meant to me, it was perfect, but also the textbook answer. I wanted more.

"More Desiree. Deeper." My words were soft.

"It means that the way you've always treated me is a reflection of how much you care for me and how much you want me. It means that so many of the fears I've always had are meaningless when I'm with you. It means I'm safe and..." Her eyes welled up. "It means you know how to love me."

I was shocked. Once her dam burst, it overwhelmed me. I was struggling to reign in my emotions. I didn't really think, I just said what was on my mind. "And it means that I see how much love you have for me, too."

Holy crap, I thought. Part of me wished that I had just proposed to her, while the rest of me was just happy. She got it better than I did. If I had any reservations at all before, I couldn't remember them. I unbuckled the collar and knelt down to her level.

"May I?" I asked.

She nodded after dabbing away tears from the corner of her eyes with the crook of her finger the way only a girl who doesn't want to mess up her makeup can.

The tone of her words melted my heart. "Yes sir."

I have this grin that I've never been able to control when I'm really happy. Right now I was hating that grin, and yet not willing to try to hide it. I placed the collar loosely on her neck, turning it so the words were in front, parted in the center by the steel ring. I clipped the leash to it and held it in my hand. I stood up and guided her to her feet then let the leash drop to the floor. I stood back a moment and looked at this beautiful piece of godlike artwork then wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, letting my passions show with no reserve.

I wanted to just let the rest of the night be fun.

"Stay there," I remarked playfully. Her eyes widened and went to the side in her demure, innocent looking way.

"Well, yes sir." She quipped.

I almost ran to my bedroom drawer and brought back a set of 4 custom made cuffs which matched her collar but were thicker and tougher looking because of their adjustability.and padding. I didn't even look at her face as I placed one on each ankle and then one on each wrist, loose and comfortable. I looked back at her. "You may as well start to get used to these too."

I watched her reaction. She looked one wrist cuff over thoroughly. She was hiding a sheepishness. In her eyes she looked a little bit like prey that just realized that they weren't dining with other sheep any more, but a wolf.

I kept my playful tone. "You like?"

Her breathing sped up. "Umm, yes sir?"

Her querying tone was playful, but it was a deflection from the reality that she was nervous and her mind was racing through all the implications as she stood there in matching collar and cuffs with a leash dangling from her neck to the floor. Perfect.

"It's time to celebrate. Come on, let's have some wine." I motioned to the set table and followed my newly acquired, collared, angel in black to her seat, where I pulled out her chair for her.

We ate over light conversation. I didn't want the collar to change our comfortable dynamic too much. I was careful to be just as casual as ever, but I was watching her while she maneuvered around the leash hanging from her new collar like she was afraid to touch it. At one point she fumbled to rest her forearm on the table, adjusting to accommodate the slightly bulky wrist cuff. I didn't say a word about it, letting her wrap her mind around her newfound vulnerability without more influence from me. Eventually that collar would feel like home for her.

She asked me, "Steve, do you want me to wear these all the time?"

I shook my head no. My response registered in her eyes. Seeing that it didn't add up for her, I clarified. "They are for play, my dear. Well, the cuffs are. The collar means more, as you know, but even that I don't expect you to wear constantly, it's for occasions where it's appropriate."

She nodded. "Alright," and after a pause, "That's good. These things would be a pain in the ass..." She paused and I pounced.

"Pain? Ass?" I grinned.

Her expression changed with the realization that what she was saying had a whole new meaning for her. "Pain," and "ass," weren't just words now, they had gravity.

"You were saying?" I asked.

"They'd be awkward." She continued with a knowing smile.

"That's for sure." I agreed, chuckling. "If you start to want to wear the collar more than just when we're together, there are alternatives which I think you'll like.

As our meal concluded I set it aside, leaving my glass of wine half finished. I wanted clear memories of this night. I stepped behind her and pulled her chair back, leading her by the hand so that she twirled in front of me. I watched her graceful body as I led her further around until I was behind her. I stopped her and with a quick motion I unzipped the back of her dress down to the crack of her ass.. She didn't resist and it fell to the floor around her ankles. She kicked it to the side out of habit.

I turned her toward me and put my hands on her hips, holding her away from me and gazing down her body, clad now only in my collar and four cuffs.

The leash dangled down between her breasts to the floor. Her tan, even toned skin provided light contrast to the stark black adornments. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a dark, blood like red. Her black hair trailed over her shoulders and partly curled around one breast. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, reflecting the dancing light of the candles.

My heart was thumping so strong that I wondered if she could hear it beating louder than the distant crashing of waves. Her beauty was mesmerizing. She truly was my treasure. It humbled me and made me acutely aware of how fortunate a man I had become by virtue of her presence in my life.

I took her leash and pulled her close. She took one step toward me. Her breasts were touching my chest. I could feel her breath and smell her perfume.

Turned her around, I told her to place her hands on the back of the chair, then standing just behind her, I tapped at the inside of her heels with my shoe to get her to spread her legs a little.

My cock began to get hard in my pants. I pressed it up against the crack of her ass and ran my hands over her back, massaging and kneading her muscles.

I bent over her, reaching around to cup her breasts in both hands, squeezing them gently, then more firmly, and then I pinched her nipples with the same increasing pressure until I heard her gasp. Rolling them between my fingers I felt them erect and aroused.

Sliding my hands toward her hips, I ran them down her thighs and up to her ass as I stepped back.

I warned her. "Are you ready for a spanking, girl?"

She replied, "Why do I get a spanking, Sir?" Her tone was playful, bordering on insolent. 

I smacked one cheek, cupping it perfectly and making a fairly loud slapping sound.

"Because you are mine, girl." I snapped as I swatted the other cheek.

Her whole body jerked but she held her position.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" I replied, with another questioning tone.

"Do you like to spank me, sir?"

"I do." I replied.

"Then please spank me more, sir. All I want is for you to enjoy me." Her voice sounded playful and girlish, yet deep and seductive.

I swear, this girl was inside my head. I felt blood rush to my cock. I gave in to her wish. I swatted each cheek three more times, rubbing her ass each time as I lined up and took aim for the next one. I was not hitting her with force, so much as finesse. The idea was to sting, and make it loud, not bruise or injure the soft, round mounds of exquisite flesh.




Going Under Ch. 02



Her body reacted to each blow involuntarily. She arched her back and pushed her ass up higher each time I spanked her. Leaning down, I looked at her pussy to see it open and wet, reacting to my spankings. This was turning her on.

Her tanned ass cheeks went from light brown to an angry pink color as thin welts formed on the skin. With the last strikes, her knees went weak. I looked at her face to check on her. Her breathing was long and deep. Her eyes were partially closed.

"How does that feel?" I asked with one hand rubbing in circles lightly over the inflamed skin of one cheek.

She took a long breath before her quiet answer. "I don't know...My ass feels hot. It feels very, very, fuckin' good, I think." I could tell her head was swimming.

I took her leash and guided her to stand up.

"Go to the bedroom." My voice was firm and direct.

She started walking slowly away from me. I let the leash fall from my hand to trail with the end just reaching the ground. The tip bounced along behind her. Her ass was swaying beautifully with her gait, the stiletto heels poising her ass high, her movements conforming to the grace only high heels can offer which makes a girls walk so much more sexy.

I followed her to the bedroom, never taking my eyes off of her. As we passed through the entryway, she looked back over her shoulder at me. She had an inviting smile, which was yet more assurance that she was loving this, maybe as much as me. She approached the side of the bed but stopped, waiting.

"Turn around." I said.

She did.

I draped the leash over her shoulder to fall down behind her. I grabbed it from between her legs and drew it up so that it wedged between her cheeks and drew tight against the bare, shaven slit of her pussy. The remaining slack in the leash allowed me plenty of room to play. I slid the soft hand loop over her skin, under, over and between her breasts with one hand while keeping a gentle tug on the leash with my other hand, drawing the black strip gently but firmly, deeper into her crack.

Her eyes shut as she let herself revel in the sensations I was creating.

"Part your legs a little." I spoke and she obeyed.

I played the leash back and forth loosely over the folds of her pussy while the loop end of the leash continued caressing her tits. I began to alternate, lightly slapping each nipple, watching her. Her nipples responded by visibly swelling and becoming firm, the areola slightly wrinkled. Her lips parted into a half smile.

I questioned her, "How does that feel?"

"It feels good sir." Yet again her voice betrayed her passion and her next move surprised me. "Harder, please sir."

"Ask me for what you want clearly, girl."

Her response was delayed, and spoken slowly, clear and articulate. "Please sir... Spank my nipples harder, sir. It feels so fucking good."

I slapped her tit across the nipple with the leash. Her skin began to redden and her nipple looked tight and swollen almost immediately. I slapped the other with similar results.

"Oh fuck." She moaned.

I did it again to both nipples, the same intensity. "Would you like it harder?"

She nodded without speaking.

I waited. Not touching her, barely moving.

After a few moments her eyes half opened and looked at me as if to figure out what I was doing or why I hadn't slapped her tits again. I stared back into her eyes until she realized.

"Please sir, spank my nipples harder."

I responded instantly, this time striking more squarely on them, with considerably more force. The already red nipples had slight welts around them now. She squealed in response and her knees buckled a little, but I was holding the leash and it pressed into her pussy slit, causing her to stand back up. I could see the change in her demeanor as she realized how ready I had been for her legs to give way. She stiffened a little but she was into it. "More, please sir." There was a slight urgency.

I slapped her just like the last time. Her legs buckled again and she moaned very loud. "Oh fuck... Yes!" Her breathing became quick and shallow. I was no longer comfortable leaving her standing. Before I let go of the leash and pushed her backward onto the bed, I took stock of her beauty. Her face was plunged into the world of sensation I was creating, flushed with passion. Her tits were aroused and reddened with slight welts all around her nipples. Her pussy had the thin black leash wedged between her lips. With my push, she let herself fall back and lifted her legs wide, leaving her pussy exposed, open and inviting.

I looped the end of her leash through the clasp and tied it, which held her leash to her collar, pulling it tight enough so that every little movement would pull it against her pussy. It travelled between her butt cheeks, snug to her butt hole, and over her perineum. From there it snaked between her labia to gently press against the side of her flesh covered clit before running up over her belly, in between her tits and back to her collar where it finished its loop. It worked perfectly, I watched as every movement of her body pulled against her crotch.

I knelt over her with one knee on the bed and spoke softly. "Be careful. Too much movement will hurt you."

She was looking back at me with eyes half closed. She nodded, murmuring, "yes sir."

I told her to scoot herself back, until her head was laying over the opposite edge of the bed, looking toward the wall. I took her ankles and wrists, one at a time and using long, thin, black cord I tied them to each corner of the bed at the bedposts. Where the cord tied to the cuffs I used simple knots which would pull loose instantly with one tug of the tag end. Her arms were pulled almost straight out and her legs were spread wide. Each had a little movement, but nowhere near enough for her to change her position or close her legs. I went to her head and draped her hair off of the bed. She tried to raise her head up level but I stopped her with hardly a word, "Be still."

She relaxed and withdrew into the experience and sensation. She watched me as I kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my socks, quickly stripping off my tailored suit and leaving it in a pile on the floor. I stood naked over her while she remained still, waiting for my next move.

At this angle her throat was relatively straight and her lips were just a few inches below my cock. She was spread out in a bound X over the bed, and completely submitted to my position over her. She had willingly given herself over to whatever I wanted of her. This scenario had me achingly hard and I was ready to share some pleasure. I placed the head of my cock between her lips and she instantly wrapped them around it and began to suck. I watched her jaw and her throat working at it as I slowly pushed it in. I wasn't willing to wait and enjoy the show. She knew what was coming and she was well prepared as she accepted me into her throat. I watched her throat swell as she took it all. She hardly even gagged, she was so relaxed that it took several slow thrusts into her throat before her body convulsed in an attempt to reject the invader.

I pulled out with streams of saliva pouring off of my cock onto the floor and she turned her head in an attempt to prevent it's sliding over her upside down face. I bent over, grabbing her tits with both hands, squeezing firmly. By reflex she tried to move her hands, but the bonds kept them from moving. She let them rest again, as if reminded of her bound condition.

I checked on her. "How are you doing?"

Her voice was soft. "I'm ok."

She paused, correcting herself, "Sir... I'm ok sir." Another pause, "I want more, sir."

"More what, girl?

"More..." She hesitated. I wasn't sure why, but her voice was tentative. "More spanking, sir."

A flurry of emotion driven thoughts went through my head as I processed her comment, her quiet demeanor this evening, her calmness here in the bedroom, which had become prominent as my display of masochism had progressed. It hit me much more deeply that she really was into this. She was enjoying how it made her feel. It almost made me become a little apprehensive, or perhaps it would be better to say that I became more cautious.

I focused in on that moment and decided to give her what she wanted, carefully and to study her reactions as it got deeper, but only after I was done taking my pleasure from her velvet throat.

I pushed my cock into her mouth again, propping myself up on my arms on each side of her body and leaning over her, giving her just enough time to adjust and begin sucking it again before speaking. "Suck my cock girl, and a good spanking will be your reward."

She did not disappoint. She couldn't move her head much, but she sucked me hard as I slowly pushed in and out. I stayed there, letting it feel good and watching her devour my flesh as if she wanted to earn that spanking.

When I was satisfied I drew my cock out of her mouth, watching her as she licked her lips and waited to see if I would give it back to her, but I had more plans. I went to the drawer and took out a pair of nipple clamps, not particularly aggressive, but definitely capable of upping the ante yet again.

I warned her. "I'm not going to spank you yet, girl, but I want to see how you like this."

Her eyes were shut and she opened them to see what I had on display. She nodded her head subtly as she replied, "Yes sir."

From the side of the bed where her head was, I placed one on each nipple at nearly the same time. She groaned out loud with the sudden stimulation and her breathing increased. Her pectorals flexed and her back arched slightly.

"How does that feel?"

"My fucking tits are on fire, sir." I figured they ought to be.

"Does it hurt?" The question seemed unnecessary, but I asked for her sake and to assure myself that it wasn't too much for her. She was biting her lower lip as she nodded her head in affirmation.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"I don't... Fuck... Yes, I think so... Sir."

Without warning I removed them both. She cried out with an aggressive sounding, "Ohhhhh!"

I watched as blood rushed to her swelling nipples. They were bright red. I massaged her tits, not touching her nipples, but rubbing all around them. She responded with soft moans.

"Do you want them back?"

She nodded, "Yes, sir"

"Then you are going to take my cock all the way without gagging."

She nodded again, "Yes, sir."

I pushed it in. Her head was still laid back over the edge of the bed. It was a straight shot into her throat. I pushed firmly, only slowing to allow her throat to accept it. She gagged, not violently, but it was not what I wanted. I pulled it out.

"That's not going to get you what you want. Are you ready to try again?"

She took a huge deep breath and gasped, "Yes, sir."

I pushed it in again with similar intensity. She struggled to get her mouth around it but it eased more readily into her throat. Her stomach convulsed. I pulled out again and with heavy breaths she choked out, "Again, please sir. I can do it."

She was a fast learner. I pushed into her waiting open mouth again, no harder than before. My cock pushed into her throat. She made a little gurgling noise as I pushed it in deeper and buried my thin layer of pubic hair against her lips. Her throat was swollen with its girth. I pumped it slowly back and forth for a couple of thrusts and then pulled it out. She had pulled it off. I looked down at her and she had a huge smile on her face. I don't know which had more saliva on it, my cock or her face but the look of pride in her face was obvious.

"See, I fucking told you I could do it. Sir."

She was becoming shameless in her role and her abilities. That was a newer development, and I loved it.

I grabbed the clamps from beside her. "Then here is your reward." And I slipped them onto both of her nipples again with a flat, "Good girl."

She arched her back again. "Oh fuck." She exclaimed.

"Good?" I asked.

"Good, sir." She answered.

"Then show me some gratitude, girl." I spoke as I walked around to the opposite side of the bed where her legs were tied to the bedposts spread wide. She processed what I was asking her as I knelt between her thighs.

"Thank you, sir."

"For what, girl?"

"Thank you for making me do this, sir."

I grabbed her thighs just below her hips and gently dragged her toward me until her head was flat on the bed again. "Oh... You are very fuckin' welcome, girl."

She smiled. 

I untied the leash from her collar and removed it, dragging it under her ass. It surprised her as the clasp ran fairly roughly under her back and butt cheeks, but I could see that the clamps were consuming her attention. 

I stepped off of the bed., went to the drawer and grabbed a length of thick, soft cotton rope, creating necessary loose loops as I went to each ankle and pulled the cords tag end so that they came loose. I passed the loops of cotton rope over her feet to her thighs, above her knees. I proceeded to attach the other ends to the posts where her hands were bound and shorten them, telling her to lift her legs. When they were pulled up and spread wide I attached the cords to her ankle cuffs again until the tension pulled her ankles toward the posts. She now had her legs raised into a fairly natural pose with legs spread wide as in missionary position, with the exception that she had no ability to close them or lower them. She was spread and ready.

I leaned down to her glistening wet pussy and breathed deep of the scent of her sex before licking just one time with a wide tongue from her perineum, up over the hole of her pussy, pushing her lips wide and spreading them apart as my tongue grazed roughly over her clit. Her entire body reacted as she adjusted to her new bound position and tried to buck against my tongue. Her head was rolling form side to side as if to say no, while her lips were whispering contradictory sounds of pleasure.

I grabbed a thick pillow and placed it under her lower back so that her ass was raised up and further exposed. I leaned to one side, took the loop end of the leash, giving myself a good foot to play with and slapped it across both ass cheeks. She jumped at the suddenness of it. Her cheeks were still pink and gorgeous from my earlier attention.

"Here's that spanking you earned, girl."

I brushed the end of the leash up her pussy slit, following the same trail I had trodden with my tongue. Her body reacted in pleasure.

I began a slow steady rhythm of slapping her ass with the leash, slowly increasing the intensity and changing where it struck her, occasionally letting a portion of it strike her gaping pussy. I stayed with this for a long time, watching her and speaking softly to her, demanding her to respond. She was loving it. I listened as the tone in her voice changed. She gradually became more and more mellow. Her voice softened to a deep, sultry sex filled bliss as she began to beg me not to stop.

I was overwhelmed with desire. I just wanted to dive into her but more than that I wanted to own every part of her this night, and it was too soon to simply fuck her. I stepped away and she looked up.

"Where are you going?" She asked in a fairly shocked tone. She had forgotten her protocol.

I smiled. "Oh, don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere."

I went and stood over her face. She watched me as I took the condom I had retrieved from my drawer and rolled it down my throbbing cock. I watched her face, enjoying her every subtle expression which betrayed her thoughts. I let her watch as I squirted lube down the length and rubbed it over my sheathed shaft.

I walked away, grabbing a towel for my lubed up hand and knelt between her thighs again, squirting more lube on the bright pink bud of her sphincter and rubbing it all around her hole with my fingers.

I pressed the head of my cock at the entrance and put light pressure as I held it steady.

"Relax baby."

A hot sounding half whisper replied, "Yes, sir."

I pushed some more, slowly working my cock in small circles with my hand, tempting the tight muscles to yield to me. This was the first time I'd ever taken her anally and it would definitely not be the last. While she was learning to enjoy pain, I had no desire for her to experience it in her ass. I continued to work the head of my cock against her hole. It was nearly in.

I watched as her ass gave way and a couple of inches of my cock suddenly disappeared inside her. She squealed with a feminine mixture of mild surprise and hell bent lust.

Her legs hanging bound to the bedposts in front of me were an extremely erotic sight. My latex covered cock, now buried half way into her tight ass was prominent below her fully engorged pussy with the lips splayed open from arousal and little droplets of her natural lubricant coating the pink petals of flesh and oozing down toward her occupied asshole.

With the fingers of both hands I pulled at her inner lips, stretching them wide open. I felt, and watched her ass clench down on my cock and was reminded of the task at hand just as my attention to her pussy caused a reaction. Her hips rocked upward as I pushed in and the result was that she met me half way as my cock plummeted deeper into her ass and I established a quick rhythm. She groaned out loud with pleasure, "Ohhhh... Fuck... Me... Please... Sir," one word coming out with each new thrust into her ass.

I continued to fuck her ass as she relaxed more and more until I felt that familiar deep, luscious, achy feeling that I might cum if I continued. That would be unacceptable. Tonight I would mark all of this territory as my own. With her deep throat having been wrapped around my cock, and now her virgin ass feeling my dominant presence, there was one place left to go. The familiar hole that I had grown to crave almost every day.

I gave her no warning as I slowly but persistently drew my cock back out of her and with one motion dragged the condom off of my cock. In nearly the time it would have taken to grind into her ass again, I plunged my cock into her dripping wet pussy and began to fuck her hard with long strokes, pulling my cock out completely and then plunging in again until my full cock was thrusting against the depths of her pussy.

Desiree in turn was lifting her hips with each thrust, making my penetration even more stimulating. My balls were full and slapping at her ass I I felt the first surge of cum building deep inside me. With almost no warning she began to almost scream in her own orgasm, looking up at me alarmed as if she knew she had just broken a rule, but no rule had been forthcoming. I reassured her with loud grunting words accentuated by my vigorous thrusts, "Cum for me, baby."

My words seemed to spur her on. She responded with words that sounded more like deep breaths being forced out of her, "Yes... Sir..."

Her hips were virtually bouncing off of the bed in response to me as my first surge of orgasm blew out of me. I felt each stream, thick and hot, gushing into her deep, hole. Loud sloshing sounds filled the room between our mutual cries of ecstasy as I pounded into her.

I fucked until my body began to reject my efforts. The waves of release washed through me and as I felt my cock getting too soft to penetrate her, I defied my desire to lay down over her and let relaxation take over.

"How are you doing, girl?" My words were loud enough to penetrate the fog she was in.

Her head snapped toward me as though I had startled her. "Oh... Umm, I'm fine, sir."

"Good." I replied, silently cursing myself that I had not remembered to bring the tool that I had intended to have at hand.

I stepped away and grabbed a riding crop. Returning, I checked her cuffs at wrists and ankles for chafing or other signs of inappropriate wear. They still felt loose and her flesh was unhurt. I shifted the ropes holding her thighs, repositioning them so that they would not dig too deeply in her skin. She watched me quietly. I asked her, "How are the ropes, girl. Do these hurt?"




Going Under Ch. 02



"Not in a bad way. I feel like your victim." Passion dripped from her words.

"You are my victim." I responded. "You're my fucktoy tonight. And I've laid claim to everything you have to offer. How does your ass feel?"

She didn't respond at first, I could see the gears turning behind her eyes. "This is not my ass. This is your ass, sir. It feels like you've been having your way with your fucktoy."

She had been paying attention when I told her what I like. I felt circulation in my cock. "Is my plaything ready for more spanking?"

"Yes, sir. I love the way it feels...your plaything... loves the way it feels."

I smiled, yet again. "Then let's see where it takes you."

I had witnessed how pain was affecting her. I believed she truly was enjoying it. I was thrilled, but I wanted to know how deep this would go.

I spanked her sweet little ass. Lightly at first, pacing myself as I graduated the impact of the tip of the crop. I watched her closely, the way her body jerked, slightly suspending her ass as she pulled against the ropes on her thighs. I watched the ripples of her ass flesh each time the crop struck her. Welts were forming all across the surface of her skin.

Her eyes were shut. She let out a small whimper with each strike, and she gave me a deep throaty "mmmmmm" each time I stopped spanking and rubbed my hands over the swollen, bumpy flesh of her cheeks, massaging in the pain, taking short breaks before I spoke again.

"How does it feel, slave."

She took a moment to answer, squeezing her lips together as though she were concentrating. "Master, your fucktoy wants more."

Without hesitation I spanked her sharply, harder than before, multiple strikes on each of her thighs, above her ass where I had not struck her before. She yelped softly with each strike but she began to smile. Her eyes were half closed and I could barely see the bottoms of the iris's through the slits. When I stopped she moaned out loud.

I growled, "How does it feel, slave."

He moaning rolled into softly spoken words. "Oh Master, please don't stop."

"Stop what, slave?"

"Please don't stop spanking me."

"Don't stop spanking who, slave?" I growled again.

She paused for only a moment. She shook her head slightly.as if saying "no" before responding, "Master, please keep spanking your fucktoy."

"Why, slave?"

"Your fucktoy loves to be spanked."

Quietly, on the inside I was exhilarated. She was more masochistic than I had ever imagined she might be. My heart was pouring out for her, but, after all, she was my fucktoy and I wanted a little more. "Beg, slave," I paused, "beg your Master to spank his fucktoy slave."

She whispered..."Please... Please master, spank your fucktoy slave."

I began striking her ass again, softer because I knew the flesh was more sensitive, gauging the intensity by her reactions, 

"Do not stop begging, slave."

She replied as I continued to strike her on the ass and back of her thighs, progressing half way to her knees. "Please spank your slave, Master... Please... Oh please..."

I was not stopping. Her words stopped and started, interrupted by the landing of the leather on her flesh. As the next short minutes progressed, her words became shallower, her body began a to respond less to each strike though they hadn't decreased in their intensity. As this happened I slowly struck her more lightly, and then began to lightly strike her soft, wet, swollen pussy lips. She helped out loud and I began very light spanking over the flesh of her ass, her pussy, her thighs.

Her begging continued. As her voice faded I increased to strength of my strikes mildly. Her voice got louder but soon faded again. Her head had gone from waving side to side, to resting sideways on the bed. Her lips were mouthing the words "please," and "Master," alternately but very little sound was coming out.

I spoke softly, letting my deep voice wash over her. "How do you feel, slave?"

She didn't respond but her head turned toward me. I knew that she was only barely with me. I lightly brushed the crop over her welts. I gently stroked it over her red, swollen lips. Occasionally I struck against the tender, red flesh of her ass. All the while I spoke to her. "Your Master is very pleased with his slave. You are his beautiful toy." And other similarly encouraging words. A twitch of a smile crossed her face, assuring me that she was still ok.

I slowly, quietly untied the ropes on her thighs which laid wide open until there was almost no tension on them. Removing the pillow from under her ass, I carefully straightened her legs and laid them on the bed as I watched her face.

As the last leg was laid out, and she lay spread eagle on the bed, her shallow, relaxed breathing increased and she took a deep breath. Her head turned straight. Her eyes were still shut and I knew she was becoming more aware of me again.

I knelt on all fours over her and kissed her on the cheek, right next to her lips before whispering in her ear, "Good girl."

She smiled as I brushed a wisp of hair from her face. I returned to her ankles and released her bonds, then moved to do the same for her wrists. I gently bent her arms placed them against her breast and in response she slowly curled herself up, rolling sideways on the bed.

I placed a pillow under her head and laid down behind her, wrapping an arm over her and tucking my knees against the back of hers, nearly spooning her, but letting her choose her comfort.

Resting my head, I held her and waited.

After a short while she began to stir. I rubbed my hand over her shoulder and spoke softly, "How do you feel?"

Her reply was far more clear and direct than I expected. "Like the most cared for sex toy on earth." I felt her, more than heard her chuckle after she said it.

I smiled. "Is that all?"

She turned to me, straightening up and entangling her legs in mine as she looked into my eyes.

"Please don't ever stop taking care of me." Her words were sharp and pointed. She didn't even blink as she stared into my eyes.

There was no doubt in my mind as I replied. "That, I promise."

She curled up toward me and I wrapped an arm over her, but she had something else in mind.

"Master, may your fucktoy show you how grateful she is?"

I couldn't help grinning. "Yes."

She pushed against my shoulders, dragging her leash behind her as she straddled my stomach. With her hands on my shoulders she slid down my body, her slick, cum filled pussy gliding over my cock. She continued, crawling backward, leaning down as my cock slid between her tits and her moist, sweaty hair dragged over my stomach and then over my cock. She brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ears and sweeping its length out of the way, while staring at my cock which was quickly rising to the occasion.

She held its near erect length in her hand and wrapped her lips around it. She suckled it until it was hard and then proceeded to greedily fuck my cock with her mouth, sliding it easily into her throat and hardly gagging at all. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar sensation of my cum boiling up inside me. I was rocking my hips into her mouth and she knew I was getting close.

She pulled me out of her mouth to talk, stroking my cock hard as she spoke, "Master, may your little fucktoy slave do as she wishes with your cum?"

I was too far gone to care. I grunted out a, "yes," as the first surge spurted out onto her face, she kept stroking as she pushed her breast forward and the next thick streams of cum shot out onto her breasts.

I joined my hand with hers on my cock and together we milked it dry as she leaned back on her knees and with the other hand she fingered each pearl of cum off of her face and sucked it off her finger, then she pulled one breast up and sucked the cum off of her nipple, licking the drops she could reach with her tongue.

She leaned forward, sucking the last drops off of my spent shaft and sucking the cum off of first my fingers and then her own.

She looked me in the eyes the whole time until she looked herself over, searching out every little dripping taste of my hot cum as it cooled on her flesh.

She laid down next to me, resting her head in my shoulder, placing one hand on my chest and a leg over my waist as she nuzzled in to me.

Her words were passionate and playful. "I want to be your cum slut forever."

What else could I say? My voice rumbled from my chest. "Good girl."

I drifted off with her in my arms, my mind wandering over the events. I felt more privileged than I deserved to have this amazing woman so close, and so compatible, willing to submit herself to me.

I determined from that point forward to never treat her as anything other than the most cherished person on earth. My slave, my fuck toy, my submissive...the label was irrelevant. She had given herself to me and that is a gift beyond comparison. 

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Thank you for reading. I am not sure whether I will continue this series or not, but I would greatly appreciate your comments and feedback as I make that decision.



Going Under Down Under



We were two girls in a foreign country. My friend Natasha and I were vacationing in Australia, traveling around for a couple of weeks on our own. Beautiful sites, warm beaches, attractive men. I was in heaven. But I have to say the men were the best part, with their sexy accents.

Which led us to our situation. Natasha and I were enjoying a night out at a pub when we met Michael. The bartender brought us a couple of frosty pints of beer, compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar. Looking that direction, my first thought was, "Those are the bluest eyes I've ever seen!" He flashed a sexy, mischievous grin as I gave him a slight head nod telling him to join us.

Over a couple more beers, we learned Michael was 32, owned a surf shop, was single, and loved straight-forward American girls. Natasha and I were both flirting full-throttle. I would trace my fingers carelessly along my plunging neckline, drawing his icy blue eyes to the inviting shadows of my cleavage. Natasha would run her fingers through her thick, wavy, chestnut hair, letting it cascade down her bare back, only interrupted by the delicate string tie of her skimpy shirt.

I could tell Michael was enjoying the attention, occasionally resting his hand on Natasha's bare back, or patting my naked thigh when I said something funny.

"Sorry Michael, I need to go powder my nose." I hopped off my barstool, grabbing Natasha's hand and giving it a meaningful squeeze.

Never letting me down, she chimed in, "Me too. Can you save our seats for us? We'll be right back." She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, providing him with an incentive to not find someone else while we were gone.

As soon as we were safely in the Ladies' Room, we both burst out into girlish giggles. "He's soooo hot!" I could feel my cheeks burning from my excited grin. 

Natasha started reapplying her lipstick, "Okay, who's going to get this one?"

"Rock, paper, scissors?"

We shook our fists and counted to three. Damn! I had paper, she had scissors.

"Sorry!" But she clearly wasn't. Oh well, she's my best friend. What's good for her is good for me.

When we returned to the bar, we sat with her between me and Michael. I joked, but didn't flirt. She turned up the charm. The three of us had a great time for another hour. Before we knew it, it was last call.

Michael was smooth. He very honorably offered to escort us to our hotel. We, of course, invited him up to our room for a drink (we'd picked up some bottles of Shiraz along the way). 

While he used our bathroom, Natasha pleaded, "Please stay here. I'll feel safer having you here too."

I laughed, "Sure, I don't care. It's this or sleeping in the lobby. But do you want me on the floor?" I gestured to the queen size bed we were sharing. It had been cheaper than getting two beds.

"No! There's plenty of room, if you don't mind."

"Nah, I can sleep through anything."

A bottle of Shiraz later, Michael was kissing Natasha on the neck. She was giggling. Pulling away she said, "Would you like to stay?"

"Of course!" He said in with his sexy accent, winking at her.

Natasha whispered, "Does it bother you if my friend sleeps in the same bed? I can't kick her out"

Michael glanced over at me, looking into my gold eyes before his eyes drifted to my rounded breasts. "No, the more the merrier." What guy would turn down sleeping between two beautiful girls?

"I'm going to go change." I grabbed my pajamas and went into the bathroom. I didn't have any pajama pants, as I always slept in my panties and a tank top. I was wearing black lacey panties as I pulled on a tiny black tank top. It didn't really matter, because I'd be under the covers most of the time anyway. I washed up slowly, giving them plenty of alone time.

When I returned, the lights were already out and there was a tell-tale sound of kissing coming from our bed. Shutting off the bathroom light, I felt my way in the dark to my side of the bed and slid under the covers, as much on the edge of the bed as I could manage without falling off. I could feel the heat of Michael's body from the middle of the bed. 

I lay on my back and tried to sleep, but I couldn't help but listen to the action right next to me. I heard Natasha moan. Then I heard gentle sucking noises and a groan from him. Sheets rustling, bed rocking.

Still, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I really wanted to get off, I was so turned on. But I slowed my breathing and started to drift off into a warm, wine-drenched dreamland, rocked to sleep by the rhythmic bed movements.

That's when I felt a hand - a hand sliding over my tank top to fondle my breast. Oh God, Michael was touching me while getting with my friend! He massaged my breast through my shirt for only a moment before his hand moved down to my bare abdomen, slipping under the soft material. He slowly moved his hand up my rib cage to the curving underside of my breast. 

This made me so hot! I struggled not to shudder from the thrill of the strange hand touching me .I always fantasized about being taken advantage of in my sleep.

His fingers ascended my soft breast to the peak of my nipple, grazing over it lightly at first with one finger. He rolled his finger in circles over it, cupping my tit with his palm. I realized I was holding my breath, so I slowly let it out, causing my tits to lift slightly. He flicked his thumb over my hard nipple. I could feel the small nub somehow grow and tighten at the same time. He pinched it before moving onto the other breast. After he'd pushed my shirt up, he slid his hand back down my stomach. The sheets shifted and I felt the cool air caress my exposed breasts. 

His fingers played with the edge of my panties before dipping under the lace. Should I stop him? I didn't want to. I was still playing my role of being asleep as his fingers found my moist heat. But when his finger pressed against my clit, I couldn't suppress a small moan. His hand froze.

Shit, now he knew I was awake and letting him touch me.

Without warning, he wrapped his hand around my waist and rolled his body. In one fluid motion, he'd moved me to be side-by-side with Natasha with him hovering above us both. He had one knee between each of our legs.

Natasha looked over, surprised by the sudden appearance of her friend with her tits hanging out. She giggled, "Hi!"

Before I could respond to the situation, Michael's tongue was in my mouth, intimately caressing every crevice. He quickly lifted my tank top off completely.

"C'mon," his voice was like silk, "You two are friends, act friendly." He gently placed his hand behind each of our heads and brought Natasha and I together in a tentative kiss. Her lips were so full and soft. I'd never kissed a girl before. We kissed gently, shyly, until I felt her tongue caress my lower lip. Opening to accept it, our tongues tangoed and danced.

Enjoying the view for a moment, Michael soon moved to our tits. We both had quite the rack. He did his best to give all four breasts equal attention with his mouth, tongue, teeth, and hands. It was very disorienting having my friend's tongue in my mouth and my nipples bitten at the same time.

I wanted to thank Natasha for sharing, so I pushed Michael off us. "You take south, I'll take north." I didn't need to explain, he moved down between her smooth thighs, paying her much attention with his mouth and fingers. I got to feel and taste a woman's breasts for the first time. I circled my tongue around her nipple, teasing her, before sucking it between my lips. I lazily circled her other nipple with my thumb, as I knew I liked having done to me. 

Michael must have been good at what he was doing, because it was only minutes before her heavy breathing became short panting breaths, followed by excited cries. I bit down on one nipple and pinched the other and she came, her body shuddering and quivering.

I moved up to kiss her again. She grabbed my head, weaving her fingers through my auburn hair, drawing me in as much as she could. I felt my tits graze hers, sending a surprising chill down my spine.

I pulled back and looked into her mossy green eyes. They had the glazed over satisfied look that can only come from a great orgasm. I gently kissed her again, nibbling on her plump lower lip for a moment before whispering, "Let's reward Michael for his attentions." She grinned back in agreement.

We both sat up suddenly and grabbed Michael, throwing him down between us. We started at the top, taking turns kissing his mouth and neck. At one point in the rotation we collided at his mouth, three tongues entwined. We drifted down the nape of his neck to his chest, which provided us with a nipple each to suckle to hardness. 

I moved my hand to his stiff cock to find Natasha's hand already there. I fondled his balls while she stroked his shaft. Our lips continued the path down his abdomen, across the valley of his belly button, over the hills of his pelvis.

When our hot, hungry mouths reached his cock, we eagerly licked the base of his member. Our tongues skimmed the perimeter until we were essentially making out with each other around his cock. We caressed his cock with our tongues, circling them around the head. We shared and savored the precum forming there. 

Then I got selfish and sucked his cock down my throat. Natasha fluidly moved to his balls, taking them into her mouth while I bobbed over his erection. I felt the veins run over my tongue as I took him deeper down my throat. After a couple of minutes, I was able to get the entire length in my mouth.

Michael was living every guy's fantasy and loving every moment of it. He was moaning, a hand on each of our heads, his fingers threading through our hair. Our talented tongues brought him to ecstasy quickly. I felt him tug my hair and knew what was coming. He shot his hot salty load down my throat. I swallowed to keep it from spilling, but left plenty in my mouth to share. Natasha read my mind and thrust her tongue in my mouth, scooping out the results of our labor. After cleaning each other, we bathed his cock until he began to stiffen again.

Pushing Natasha down on the mattress, I said, "Let's give him a moment to recover." I spread her thighs wide so I could taste pussy for the first time. I could smell her sweet musk even before I began tracing my tongue along her bare, moist slit. She tasted sweet, yet tangy. I savored her earthy scent as I thrust my tongue inside her. She writhed under me as I sucked on her hard little clit and thrust two fingers into her pussy.

That's when I felt Michael's hands on my ass. I was still wearing my panties, but he quickly pulled them down, making me lift a knee at a time to free me entirely of them. He pulled my legs apart and rubbed his cock along my slit, teasing me. I tried pushing back against him, but he had a firm grip on my hips.

"Easy, slut!" he laughed, "Tell me how much you want my cock." He gave me a light swat on the ass to let me know he was serious in his demand.

I reluctantly withdrew from Natasha's thighs to moan, "I need your cock! Fuck me!" I dove back into Natasha, stabbing my tongue into her.

He pushed into me, just a little, and stopped. I pushed back against him, desperate to be filled, but he held firm. "Beg, whore."

"Uhhh, please! Fuck my cunt, I need you in me!" I felt my pussy getting wetter from the dirty words he was making me say. 

He pushed into me fully with one hard thrust. I cried out in pain. His cock stretched me and invaded me deeply. But I still wanted more. I pressed back against him, feeling his balls slap against my thighs as he pounded into me. The force pushed me harder against Natasha's cunt, driving her to orgasm. Sweet moisture flooded my mouth as Michael grabbed my tits. He twisted my nipples and called me his "naughty cunt". 

I'd never had a guy use me so roughly before. The raw sex pushed me over the edge. I pulled Natasha toward me so I could kiss her, sharing her flavor and my approaching orgasm. I raped her mouth with my tongue as Michael used me for his own pleasure.

She could see the heat in my eyes and knew I was enjoying the submissive role. So she took charge. Rising to her knees, she pulled my head to her pale tits. "Suck, bitch!"

I eagerly sucked her pink nipple into my mouth, massaging her breast with my tongue.

Michael slapped my ass again, "You like being told what to do, don't you whore?"

I moaned in agreement.

"Bite her nipples," he ordered, pinching mine hard.

I was close to cumming, breasts in my face, a cock pounding into me, my tits receiving lots of attention. I could feel it building in my belly, my thighs burning. That's when Michael shoved a finger in my ass. My pussy contracted and spasmed as I came. My arms gave out and my face hit the sheets. Michael came only seconds after me, flooding me with his hot seed. I quivered and panted against the bed as he finished off in my sopping pussy.

He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and numb. Not giving me a moment to rest, he grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Clean it up, baby."

I opened my willing mouth to clean both of our juices off of him. I felt Natasha's tongue start cleaning out my used cunt.

Satisfied with my tongue bath, Michael flopped down on the bed, sated. Natasha and I crawled up his body to lie on either side of him. Slick with sweat and bodily fluids, we all passed out in our hotel room bed.

I love traveling!