15 comments/ 43774 views/ 42 favorites Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 01 By: AngryYoungMan This story is my first attempt to write any kind of fiction. I look forward to any feedback in the comments. Also, this first chapter is mostly about setting up the story, so includes a bit of background and takes a bit of time to reach the good stuff. Please bear with it, and the next few stories will be more focused. -------- Tamara was standing there, outside Jack's door. What was she doing here? It had been close to a year since they last saw each other, over a year and a half since it had ended. She had left him, rather, thrown him out, because she wasn't in love with him anymore. No conversation, no effort to work it out, just a simple "it's over, there is nothing you can do about it." Jack had loved her more than life itself, and the breakup was devastating. He spent a week off work, drinking and thinking about everything that they had been together. His friends all told him he needed to get over her, but he held out hope they would get back together. He thought about what he could do. He was definitely not in shape, and thought he should start there. He started going to the gym, even hired a trainer. At the same time, he realized he would need to show he could earn a good living and took some classes and improved his IT skills. When he met her a couple of months after the breakup, he told her he wanted to give it another shot, but she told him she was seeing someone else, and wasn't interested in him at all other than as a friend. That's when Jack decided he was going to move, go back to the big city, a couple of hours away. He spent another couple of months doing the groundwork. He had lined up a couple of good contracts, and was going to start his own IT consulting business. He had also found a nice apartment, and had arranged to have all his belongings moved. He decided he wanted to close the chapter of his life that included Tamara, hoping it would help him get over the love he still felt for her. He thought one last meeting, to tell her he was leaving would be just right, so he invited her to coffee. When he told her he was moving, she told him she was planning a move as well... In with the new guy she was seeing. Barely 6 months after they ended their long term relationship and she was moving in with someone else. He wasn't even over her yet, and she had completely left him behind. That turned his love into anger. He left the coffee shop, and didnt look back. But love turned to anger is a powerful thing. He barely contained his rage during the day, the frustration pushing him to work harder, but in the evenings, he would take out all his rage at the gym. After about a year, his business was flourishing, and he had carved his body into a mass of muscles. He had shed almost 30% of his weight, and was barely recognizable. He hadn't talked to her since that day. He assumed her life was good, and was starting to move on. Finally, he was ready to go out and meet new people. And yet, here she was now, throwing him in turmoil again. The anger was still there, focused almost entirely on her. And she was on the other side of his front door. When he looked out through the peephole, he saw her red hair in soft curls, falling onto her shoulders. She was dressed in a dark red jacket and had knee high burgundy boots on. She had her head down, but he knew it was her. He really couldn't ever forget. He thought about not opening the door, but he knew that if she was here after all this time, he would never be able to forgive himself for not knowing why. So he turned the handle and opened the door. She looked up, and as he looked into her hazel eyes, he noticed they didn't have that same sparkle he remembered. Her face was still just as beautiful, her curls framing her features. She had lost some weight, and her features were even more pronounced, and judging by the cling of her jacket, her body was better than before. The coat was short, but he couldn't see the hem of her dress below it, just the dark stockings and tall leather boots with stiletto heels. When his eyes were done scanning her, he looked back and noticed a look of surprise on her face. Probably because she was expecting someone else, the old him. She broke the long silence: "Jack?" She said, in almost a whisper. "My mother and sister died" a bit louder. All his rage dissipated with that. What could he say? "I am sorry to hear that." That was one way to start a conversation, he thought. "Can I come in?" "Yes." he replied. She walked in, and he closed the door behind her. Jack waved her to the sofa. "Would you like some coffee or tea?" He asked. "A scotch?" He should have expected that. He poured a couple of glasses and took out a bucket with some ice. He brought it all out and placed it on the table, handed her a glass, took his and sat down on a chair next to her. She took a sip from her drink, and started talking: "My mother and sister were driving home late, after a dinner with my sister's boyfriend. A truck driver who was on his 20th consecutive hour fell asleep at the wheel and slid into their lane. The doctors told me they both died on impact." "I am really sorry to hear that." What else can one say? "It happened so suddenly." she continued. "The day after the funeral, a lawyer approached me. He told me this trucking company had a reputation for letting the drivers ignore the rules so they can work more hours and make more money. He had lost his daughter a year before, but there wasn't enough evidence to take the company down. This time he had what he needed, and would like to pursue them. If I would let him represent me and my mother and sister, he could promise a win and an end to this company that had cost us so dearly. "I accepted, and while he started the court proceedings, I started to dismantle their lives. I sold off all their furniture, all their possessions. I tried to go back to work, but I couldn't focus. They put me on leave, and I just stayed in for over a month, wallowing in my sorrow. The lawyer was still working on the case, and got us a court date a few months out. Billy then left me, because I was miserable all the time, and he couldn't deal with it. That jerk even threw me out of the apartment. I had to find a place to stay and deal with the pain at the same time. That's when I started to miss you. I remembered that you would never have done that to me. And something else happened, I started to realise something about me. It's actually the reason I am here, and I will get to that. "The lawyer helped me move into a place. He was really nice. I think he saw his daughter in me or something, but he got me a nice apartment to stay in and arranged all the insurance paperwork for me. Turns out my sister's firm had a very generous insurance policy in the event of accidental death, and I received a very large check. My mother had a good policy as well, but she also had a lot of debts to pay, so there was very little left. I knew I wouldn't have to work for a little while, so I started to focus on rebuilding. I started by going to the gym and working out everyday to help distract me. I started to meet friends again and got out of the apartment. I was starting to feel better. But that moment of enlightenment was still ever present in my psyche. "When the court proceedings started, a few weeks ago, I had already made up my mind. As the lawyer made his case, the opposition started to flounder. On the last day, before the jury would deliberate, I had settled all my affairs. I knew what I would do after the court case was over. "The verdict was in our favour. My lawyer won the case, and won us a settlement of 25 million dollars. I couldn't believe it. I gave him half, and kept half. He tried to refuse it, but I insisted. He finally took just 5 million for himself. I knew I would never have to work again, and my plan was going to work perfectly." She finally stopped talking, and took another sip of her drink. Jack didn't want to stop her flow, so he just sat there, and waited. "That was this morning," she continued, "and I am here now because you are going to decide the rest." She handed him an envelope. He opened it and pulled out a cashier's check for just over 21 million dollars. "That is all the money from the insurance, the lawsuit and everything I had. It is yours regardless of the decision you make. When Billy threw me out, and I started staying home, I realized something. I didn't want to be responsible for making decisions, and I missed you so much, I realized I was still in love with you. So I am here to offer myself to you. I want you to take me back, to be my protector, to take all decisions for me, to be....to be my... be my... master." She almost whispered the last part. I was stunned. I just say there, mouth agape. "I wore this this morning before court. I wanted you to know I was serious." Then she stood up, and dropped her jacket. She was a sight. She was wearing her 4 inch stiletto, dark burgundy leather boots, up to her knees, topped with black stockings, held up by straps that linked to a deep red corset covered in black see-through lace. That was it. No panties covering her bare pussy, and the corset was designed to prop up her perfect C cup breasts, topped with her pink nipples, but not to cover them. She was on display, for someone's pleasure. Just the way he had once described when they were discussing fantasies. "I took the bus to get into town dressed like this, the cab ride from the station to here dressed like this." He always dreamed of making her his slave. He even often fantasizes about letting her feel his anger by kidnapping her from her life. Being fully responsible for her every action, making her do everything and anything he wanted. But he never thought it would be possible. And here she was. He thought about it for a moment. There was no way this was for real, she was just distraught. She didn't know what she wanted. She is trying to find something to alleviate her pain. Jack downed his full glass of scotch. "Ummm, look, this is a lot to take in. Why don't you sleep on my bed tonight? We can discuss this tomorrow. I don't think you are thinking straight, and you probably just need to rest." "You don't understand," she replied "I have thought this through. I am standing here in front of you with everything I own. I don't have anything else, and no where else. If you don't want me, I will leave. The check is in your name, it is yours. I will just head out and you will never see me again." Something struck him then. She had kept her gaze down the whole time she spoke. He was so focused on her words, he didn't read her body language. She seemed at ease, her hands were in her lap, cradling her drink. Now she was standing, head down, hands clasped in front of her. She wasn't someone who normally took such a meek position. She always had confidence and purpose in her step. Maybe she was serious. Jack thought about the possibilities. He would be able to have more than just her back, he could completely own her. He made the decision. He would go along with this for now, and as she started to get over all the sudden changes in her life, he would bring her back to normal. But he knew he would take advantage of this situation. She was coming to him. She would take all the anger he had towards her now, and Jack go back to maybe loving her later. "Alright, I will take you in. But there will be some rules. The majority of it I will explain to you tomorrow, but for tonight here are the basics:" "I own you. Like I own this sofa, this table and all my other things. You will be one of my things." "Yes, yes!" she replied, eagerly. "I am not done. My things don't have names. You no longer have a name. I expect you to know when I am referring to you, and I will probably call you things like slut, whore, bitch, cunt or anything else. "You will do anything I say. That means you are not only my sex slave, but my slave in all senses. I will expect you to cook, clean, run errands, and anything else I might ask. "And since you are one of my things, I will do what I want with my things. I might modify you to suit my needs. I want you to know this, because there will be no safe word. If you refuse something, you will be punished until you accept what I want. "That brings me to punishment. Disobedience will be punished harshly. Hesitation will be punished harshly. And refusal or disagreement will be punished harshly. There is no safe word, this is not role play. You will be hit, whipped, tortured at my will, till I am satisfied you are going to be agreeable when I am done." "Do you understand, slave?" "Yes!" She was almost jumping with excitement. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you!" she repeated over and over. He stood still, not reacting yet. When she let him go and stepped back, he pulled his hand back and slapped her right tit with a good amount of force. She was stunned. She only yelped a second after the sound of the impact echoed. She reached up to soothe the sting in her tit, a red mark appearing on the side, and a look of surprise in her eyes. He didn't say anything, and answered it with a slap of her left tit. Just as hard, and just as unexpected. She yelped again, but this time as she reached up to rub her tit, she asked him "Why?" He looked at her, making sure she saw anger in his face. "First, you do not get to ask questions. Second, I didn't say you could speak, and be clear, you are not to speak unless allowed by me. Third, if I want to slap my cunt's tits around, I will. "There are a number of things I need to train you on. Fourth, I never again want to see a burst like what I just saw. My slave is to be well behaved. If I punish you, you keep your hands down. And last, you will always address me with full sentences, and they had better end with Master. Is that understood?" "Yes." Smack, another slap against her right tit. "Yes, master." she quickly added. Smack, this time her left tit. "I understand, master." "A bit slow, but I can work with that." He replied, making sure there was contempt in his voice. He wanted her to feel like she let him down. If she was in this seriously, she would be looking for his approval. He wouldn't give it to her for some time. Jack took her chin in his hand and turned her face left and right. "So what do I do with my cunt first?" He was thinking out loud, and checking if she understood her first lesson. "Whatever master wants." She replied, timidly. "Very good, cunt." Taking a breathe, Jack let go of her chin. "Squat." She dropped, resting her ass on her heels. "Spread your knees. I want my cunt on display." She spread her knees, showing her pussy. There was a shine to it. It was wet. It was slightly open, and it was dripping. Her thighs were glistening, her lips were glistening, and she saw him obviously looking at it. She blushed, from her cheeks to just above her tits had turned crimson. A good look on her pale skin. "Spread your lips, I want to see inside my cunt." He knew she always struggled with any overt displays of this nature. The blush deepened, and it went almost down to her nipples. Those same nipples were hard, like little pencil erasers on the tip of these perfect round pink aureoles about the size of a half dollar. She reached down and spread her lips, using the index and middle fingers of her left hand to show her clit and fuckhole to him. He reached down and tweaked a nipple, enjoying her embarrassment and wanting to push it a bit further. "My my, this cunt is wet. What was it that got you so hot and bothered? Was it my taking you or maybe it was the punishment?" She perked up a bit at the mention of the punishment. So she did enjoy a bit of the pain. He twisted her nipple, hard. She almost fell over, and used her hands to prevent herself from toppling back. He reached down and grabbed the other nipple, and twisted it as well. Now she was obviously in pain, her hands preventing her from falling over behind her, and her tits up in the air. He started to pull up on them, lifting her by her nipples. She let out a quick scream, and pushed herself off the floor a bit with her hands. Her upper body was leaning back, held up by her nipples firmly grasped by his fingers. The pain was excruciating, and she couldn't stand up because of the angle. She started to pant, every few breathes punctuated with a yelp. He was unrelenting. He knew she wouldn't be able to lift herself up, not at this angle. He held her like that for at least a full minute. She was sweating and panting. And his cock was rock hard seeing her like this. He let go suddenly, and she didn't have time to adjust, so she just fell back, landing on her back with her knees up and heels sliding out. She let out a short breath and a scream as she hit the ground. He bent down and grabbed her hair, pulling her first into a seated position, then letting her get on her knees. While still holding her hair with his left hand, he slapped her face, lightly, with his right. "Stand up" he ordered. She slowly rose to her feet, dragged up by her hair firmly in his grip. She was unsure what was coming up, but she knew one thing: she had never been this wet in her life. It was dripping out of her. He was making her feel like she had never felt before. The pain was feeling good to her, she expected that to some effect, but, surprisingly, the embarrassment was also turning her on. She wanted to rub her pussy, play with her clit. He released her head and ordered: "Squat again, and spread yourself again." She got down, ass on her heels, knees spread and fingers showing her opening to him. The wetness had spread to the tops of her stockings, and there was a small puddle under her, where a few drops of her juices had quickly fallen out of her cunt. She was desperate, and tired to pinch her clit between her two fingers before drawing the lips apart. He noticed this small act, and decided she needed to learn a lesson. "Let go of your pussy. Hands clasped behind your back and head down. From now on, whenever I enter a room, this is how I expect to find you. Let's call this your "rest" position. I was going to let you be on your knees, but you obviously can't be trusted. I saw you pinch your clit while trying to spread your lips. If you are on your knees, you might rub your thighs together. So for now, this will be your default position. Understood?" "Yes master, I understand." "Good. I'm starting to think I made a good choice with you, cunt." Just to prove this, he pet her head and smoothed her hair back. She practically purred. She was happy. She was going to be thoroughly used, and she knew he would take care of her otherwise. She was starting to feel very good about her choice as well. "Now, I remember your mouth was most skilled at something other than talking. So better get to work." Jack's cock was hard, tenting his jeans. It had been a while since he last got laid. He was going to really enjoy never having to work for a fuck again. She reached up and undid his jeans, dropping them and his boxers to his knees in one movement. She was stunned. He was completely hairless. He never did that when they were together. His 8" cock looked absolutely delicious. It was not only long, but quite thick. She missed it. But he used to be unable to actually use it, his weight preventing him from doing more than a few strokes before he was too tired. But now, he was in amazing shape. She looked forward to this. She licked her lips, without even noticing. Jack had noticed. He smiled, and said "Don't just stare at it, get to work, cunt." She opened her mouth and slipped the head into it. She kept the head there and sealed her lips on his shaft. She then licked around the crown and made spirals until she got to the tip. She flicked her tongue quickly along his pee slit. He shivered from that. She swirled her tongue back towards the crown of his glans, and slowly slid more of his cock into her mouth. She wet the shaft with her mouth while taking more and more of it in, until it hit the back of her throat. He knew she couldn't take it much further. She used to balk as soon as her gag reflex kicked in. He didn't want to push to far tonight, but he knew by the end of the week, her throat would be open for business. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 01 He slowly pulled back, until her lips were pursed against the tip of his dick, then slowly pushed forward, making her take it back in. The whole time, her tongue kept dancing on his cock. She was driving him wild. He kept up the movement, makin her take as much as she could handle, then pulling almost completely out. Her blowjobs were always very good, but he loved the idea of her squatting on her heels, legs open, pussy literally dripping, and her hands behind her back. As he thought about the power he had, that he could make her do anything he wanted, he almost shot his load right then. But he recovered, pulling out of her mouth just in time. "Stand up. Lean forward, head on the back of the sofa with your legs straight. Keep your hands behind your back." She struggled to get into position. All her weight was being held by her head and neck. He kept her there and left the room. She didn't realize it, because she couldn't see anything but the sofa with the way she was leaned over. He returned with some rope, and tied her hair to one end of the rope, and pulled back, until she was clear of the couch, all her weight held up by the rope in her hair. He then folded her arms, left wrist on right elbow and vice versa. He wrapped the other end of the rope around her arms, locking them into place. He made sure there was no slack in the rope. Now her head was at a right angle to her back, hair in a ponytail that was pulled along the length of the rope, tied taught to her forearms, that were wrapped together by the rope. It was an amazing sight, but probably not comfortable. She wouldn't be able to stand unless he was holding her up, balancing on her 4 inch heels being impossible. He kept a small length of rope from her arms in his hand, as a rein of sorts. He had removed his jeans before leaving the room, and now took off his shirt. To make sure she knew that he controlled her position, he slowly let out some of the rope, making her tilt forward until her forehead just touched the back of the sofa. Then he pulled it back until her legs with straight up, at a right angle with the floor. He spread her legs wide, dropping her pussy to just the right height. Seeing that her wetness had not abated, he lined up and slid his whole length into her, in one swift move. He was buried, his balls slapping her clit with the force of his penetration and her ass smacking against his hips. She sighed loudly when his mushroom head spread her lips, and then shrieked when he bottomed out. She hadn't had a cock this big since they broke up, and she was not used to the thickness. But the feeling of fullness, that so suddenly took hold, had her on the edge. He just needed a few quick strokes and she would explode. He held for a few seconds, enjoying the tightness of her wet tunnel. But he could feel the light pulsing of her pussy, and realised how close she was. He had a dilemma on his hands. On the one hand, he wanted to hold her off from an orgasm as long as possible, maybe not even let her cum for a few days. On the other, he had never made her climax before, and wanted to see it. He was considering his choices when she started to squirm, she was trying to lean back and pull forward, but she didn't have much flexibility in her situation. He made the decision, he would let her cum, but would punish her unless she asked for permission. Jack pulled out slowly, leaving only half the head of his cock in her wet embrace. He then slammed back forward, holding for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling back out again. He would pull out, and slam in, repeating this another 3 times before it started. Her pussy suddenly got very wet, the nectar flowing out around his dick. She wasn't squirting, but her juices were slowly pouring out like a pipe leaking around a seal. He started to speed up the strokes, no longer pulling all the way out and not slamming back in, just pistoning as her orgasm built up. He could feel the rapid squeeze and release of the walls of her cunt. He just kept fucking her through it, until her legs started to shake. She had been moaning since her cunt flooded, but now she was quiet, her mouth looking like she was screaming, but no sound was coming out. He sped up and started to really lay into her, rapid short strokes. She finally came, as she screamed out. Her whole body started to tremble, and suddenly her knees gave out. She collapsed to her knees, her chest landing against the couch. His wet cock slipped out and now stuck straight out in the cool air,, balls and thighs also covered in her cunt's expulsion. He got down to his knees, and slipped back into her cunt. Her climax had practically made her unconscious. She was like putty, just breathing heavily, head still pulled back. He could feel the tremors in her body and pussy, and he was just slowly fucking her, without urgency, more to keep his dick warm than anything else. He gave her a few moments to calm down, then undid the rope holding her head and arms together. She remained bent over the sofa, arms now to her sides, head down. She was slowly pulling her arms under her, getting the feeling back, while starting to recover and realize he was still fucking her. She looked back and was almost startled by the site. He was staring at her, but that wasn't what drew her attention. It was his arms and chest, and his abs, perfectly sculpted. She was stunned because he didn't look anything like that before. This was going to work for her, it was going to be better than she could have dreamed. She smiled, and he took that to mean she was ready to go on. He pulled out, her hips pushing back as soon as he pulled out. She even made a whimper when he did. He delicately turned her over and lifted her to stand. As soon as he let her go, she started to fall, her legs still unable to support her. "That was incredible, I have never cum like that, master." She said. He smiled as he held her up. He lifted her up by her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his back. He carried her into his bedroom, and threw her onto her back on his bed. He then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her around till she was laying accross the bed, head hanging off the edge. He pulled her head up by her hair, so he could talk to her. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, whore. But I am a little bit upset. I don't think you have fully understood what I expect from you. You are my slave, and every part of you in mine. That means that your cunt doesn't belong to you. So I am upset because you let my cunt have an orgasm without asking me if it could. And to make matters worse, you spoke without being spoken to." Jack had thought to wait a bit before training her throat, but he needed to punish her to set the right boundaries, and this was a good way to make sure he enjoyed it and got out some of that anger at the same time. "Now you will be punished and I do not want to hear a single peep or resistance. You might want to scream or struggle, but if your head leaves the edge of the bed, or turns to prevent me from giving you your punishment, you will regret it much more than any pain you have had so far. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes master, I understand." "Now before I punish you, I want you to tell me why you are being punished." "I am being punished because I didn't ask master's permission before allowing his cunt to cum, and because I spoke without permission, master." "Good." He said as he quickly and severely twisted her nipple, going almost three quarters of a full twist. She opened her mouth to scream, but was silenced by his cock quickly entering until it hit the back of her mouth. "If I feel teeth, I will pull them out, one by one, with a pair of pliers." He punctuated his sentence with a quick jab forward of his hips. She started gagging, and he pulled back slightly. He then repeated the same motion, forcing her to gag again. He timed his next jab with a gag, and slipped in past her resistance. Now he had only a couple of inches to go. She was panicking. Her back was arched up, and she was trying to slip away, but he had her head pinned against the edge of the bed. All she could do was kick out, bunching up the comforter at her feet. She wanted to throw up, but she couldn't with his cock in her throat. She wanted to breathe, but her panic was preventing her. She was scared she might pass out. "Calm down, cunt. Calm down and you will realize you can breathe from your nose." He had no idea if that was true, but he wasn't going to pull out now, not with the feeling of her throat squeezing his cock head with every gag. He was right, because as she calmed down, she started taking a few quick breaths through her nose. She was still gagging, now with saliva drooling out around his dick. She was starting to get used to the feeling of a foreign object in her like this. He wanted to bottom out, that was his goal for her tonight, so he pushed in. She started to panic again, her legs kicking and arms flailing. The dick in her throat was too big, now her throat felt like it was ripping. It was burning, but there was no gagging. Even her urge to vomit had subsided. She tried to calm down, focus on relaxing her tense neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, it also helped ease the pain in her esophagus. He held there a bit, noticing how quickly she relaxed. He wasn't going to stop. He pushed further, until his balls were resting against her nose. Her chin was pushed against the base of his cock, lips stretched and drool dripping out around it. When he felt she was ready, he pulled back about an inch and pushed back. He pulled back again and pushed in. He kept giving her the inch. Back and forth. Back and forth. She always wanted to deep throat a guy, but the old Jack was too weak to overcome her objections in the past, and Jimmy wasn't big enough. Now here she was, a cock bottomed out in her mouth, and she was almost comfortable. She was eager to make this good for Jack. At first she was just trying to get used to the regular thrusting, but after a dozen strokes, she started swallowing when he pushed in. He noticed the added sensation of her throat muscles massaging his head. He decided it was time for a real throat fucking. He pulled back a couple of inches and pushed back. No outward reaction, so he pulled three inches out, leaving only the head of his cock in her throat, then pushed back in. He was in heaven. Her throat would tighten around his dick as he fucked it. It was incredible. He kept doing this, until he could feel himself getting close. Just as he was about to erupt, he pulled completely out and shot off. The first shot hit her chin as he backed off. It flew out with so much force the it actually arced up after hitting her chin and landed between her tits. The second shot went over her chin and landed on her left tit. He aimed the third to hit her right tit. The fourth didn't have enough force, and landed between her tits and on her neck. He aimed down, and the last few spurts landed on her face. He was spent, and she looked like a proper fucking whore. She had come on her tits, her chest and neck, and her face was covered in drool and cum. It was dripping into her hair and partially onto the floor under the bed. She was filthy, and her eyes were closed. "How was that punishment, whore?" She uttered an unintelligible moan. She was almost passed out. Her jaw and throat were burning from the pain of being stretched to their limit. She couldn't speak, and she was in an almost catatonic state. He decided he wouldn't push any further tonight, so he picked her up, brought her to the bathroom and wiped her face and tits. She was only barely conscious, just enough to know he was cleaning her up a bit. After he got her to at least passable, he picked her up, brought her out of the bathroom and put her on the floor. She wasn't going to sleep on the bed, not yet anyways. She fell asleep almost immediately, still dressed in her corset, stockings and knee high leather boots. He then crawled into bed, only to feel something wet against his bare ass. The sheets had a huge wet spot, about a foot wide. She must have been soaking the sheets through the whole rough treatment of her throat. This girl was even kinkier than he remembered, and would be able to handle anything he threw at her. With that pleasant thought, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. ------- That's the end of Chapter 1. In the next chapter, the slave gets to know the rules and he takes her shopping. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 02 In the last chapter, Jack's ex showed up at his doorstep, out of the blue, with an interesting request. Please read it if you can. It's mostly setup for this story, but isn't necessary to understand this chapter. ----------- When Jack woke up in the morning, he heard the soft breathing at the foot of his bed and it took him a moment to fully realize what it was. Last night his ex had shown up at his door and told him about what had happened in the last year since they had seen each other. After that little conversation, she handed him a cheque worth everything she had, and then handed him her life. Now he was a multi-millionaire and owned a slave. After their breakup, he had been quite angry, and took her in. as an opportunity to have a little retribution. After her offer last night, he promptly tied her up and fucked her, then throat fucked her till she was almost comatose. He tossed her on the floor at the foot of his bed to sleep, and then he went to bed on his pussy juice dampened sheets in his bed. The soft breathing and slight movement brought his memories back and he suddenly felt overwhelmingly happy. It was amazing. He owned her. He could take out all his pent up anger and make her do whatever he wanted. His sick and perverted mind started racing. He didn't know what to do next, or rather, he couldn't decide. As he thought about this, he decided he could use a shower before getting his day started. It was Saturday, and early, only a quarter past eight, so he knew he could have a nice long day with her. He got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom and turned on his shower. As the water warmed up, he got undressed and looked at himself in the mirror. The smile on his face surprised him, realizing he hadn't been this happy in a long time. He didn't know if he could even make a stern face when dealing with her. He took a quick shower, making sure to get all of last night's residues washed off.He dried off and walked out of the shower, still towelling his hair. He poked her in the ribs as she lay there curled up into a ball. The feeling of being poked in the ribs woke her. She suddenly popped her eyes open and sat up. She wasn't sure what was going on. She hadn't slept very well, the floor was cold and hard. There wasn't even a carpet, just the cheap hardwood. She spent most of the night tossing and turning and only after the sun came up did she feel like she had gotten any rest. And now she realized her master was standing over her, towel in hand and hair still damp, completely naked. Jack waited for her to get her bearings, and got started, in a semi-growl: "Cunt, you look like shit. Get the fuck up and go get washed. We need to talk and we have plenty to do today." As she stood up, he pinched a nipple between his thumb and index, and added, "You have 1 hour to come back in here, hair dry and body absolutely clean. You will be inspected. Leave the makeup and hair styling off." She walked into the bathroom with a grimace. Her back was hurting from the way she had been tied up last night then having to sleep on the floor. Her legs hurt from wearing the heels all night. And her pussy was sore from the rapid penetration. She also felt a dull ache in her jaw and her throat felt dry and irritated. And her nipples definitely looked as angry as they felt. She got to the bathroom and turned on the hot shower. While the room filled with steam, she literally peeled off the tight corset, leaving an imprint in red. It almost looked like a skin tight corset was left behind. Her boobs dropped only slightly; she was proud of her firm D cup breasts with almost no sag. Then she bent down gingerly and untied the leather boots and sat down on the toilet to remove them. When she had unclad her legs of the boots and stockings, she tried to flatten her feet to stand up and felt a sharp pain. She had to stay on her tip toes to get in the shower. After a couple of minutes of the hot water cascading on her calves, she was finally able to put her heels down and start to get clean. She was in pain, but still happy. This was what she was looking for. Someone to use her, make her do whatever they wanted. She didn't want to think, make decisions, or even care about anything but pleasing her master. She luxuriated in the shower and let the heat and pressure of the water soothe the aches away. Jack got dressed. He knew she had no concept of time. They used to fight because she could never be anywhere on time, and he hated being late. He was sure she would take too long in the shower and wouldn't have enough time to dry her hair. Especially since there was no clock in the bathroom. He wanted her to screw this up so he could punish her. He started to plan the day. While in the shower, he decided he would reiterate last night's rules and add only a couple more. That way he could be flexible and not have to change anything later. He then made reservations at noon at an upscale hair salon and beauty parlour. He wanted to dress her a particular way, so he reached out to a high end designer clothing store. They were used to this type of request, and offered to let them spend a couple of hours with their top "fashion consultant" after they closed that evening. He booked an appointment for 5PM and called the bank. Thanks to his business flourishing, he had his bank manager's cell number. Jack told him he recently came into some serious money, and wanted to meet him around 12:30PM. He would drop off Tamara... no, wait, he couldn't think of her as someone with a name... He would drop off his bitch at the salon, give the hair dresser instructions and then head to the bank a couple of blocks away. As he expected, the water turned off about 40 minutes after he gave her her time limit. Her hair typically took over half an hour to dry with a good blow dryer, and since he had no women in his apartment, his was a crappy one he kept for emergencies. She wouldn't be ready, and he planned to make her feel it. For the next twenty minutes, he waited. He heard her start the blow dryer. Good, it would be nice and warm for what he had planned. As soon as the hour was up, he went to the bathroom and opened the door. There wasn't a lock, so he caught her standing there, in front of the mirror with her hair blown out into what looked like a red lion's mane. It was still visibly wet at the tips. She was stunned by the intrusion, and the look of surprise gave way to a look of questioning. "Fucking whore, still can't tell the time, can you? Useless." He said, calm but definitely looking angry. He grabbed the dryer from her hands and yanked it out of the wall. He grabbed her arm above the wrist and pulled her into the hallway. "Last night, I warned you that disobedience would be met with punishment. Looks like you forgot already." He punctuated that with a firm application of the warm blow dryer to her left underboob. It must have hurt, because she tried to scream, except with her throat still recovering, it was more a loud raspy noise. He pulled her hair back and raised his voice, "And your hair is still soaked. Well, now we need to punish you. I had things planned for this morning, and now everything is going to be late." He lied, he had factored the time to punish her into his plans. It was just passed nine-thirty. There was at least an hour to take care of this before they would leave for breakfast. "Go stand in the middle of the living room. Move the table out of the way. I'll need some room," he ordered her. He then went to his room to get some rope and a ping pong paddle. This was going to be fun. He loved her ass. It was a perfect shape, a bit on the bigger side, but only barely. Just enough that a pair of jeans or yoga pants would be well stretched and there was only the slightest crease at the bottom of her cheeks. He was going to make her remember to keep time every time she sat down for the rest of the day. She promptly went to the living room. She slid the coffee table to the side, making space in the centre of the room. She stood there and decided to go a step further and placed her feet shoulder width apart, arms behind her back and looked at a point a few inches ahead of her toes. She enjoyed last night's pain. She was almost looking forward to it this morning's punishment. When he entered the room, he was pleasantly surprised by her pose. He decided this deserved a small act of positive reinforcement. "Well done, cunt. I like that you took some initiative and assumed a correct position. For that, I give you a choice. Either I tie you up standing, or on the ground. Which would you prefer?" She thought about it for a second. "Whatever you prefer, master." Her voice was rough, like she had laryngitis or something. He found that incredibly sexy, knowing how she got it. And he really liked her answer. She would get one more gift from him. "I will allow you to choose, cunt. You are pleasing me despite your morning mistakes." "Thank you, master. I will choose to remain standing then." She wanted to put on a bit of a show, really make him happy with her. It was so funny, she never cared for other people's approval before, but now, it was all she had on her mind. Jack went behind her and pushed on her back till she was bent at 90 degrees. Her exquisite tits were hanging down and he had to hold her so she didn't lean forward and fall. She was careful not to unlock her knees or even try to compensate for the angle. He tied her wrists together, then ran the rope down between the crack of her ass and to her neck, where he fashioned a collar with it. In this position, if she pulled her hands up her back, she would pull her neck down. The rope also was tightly lodged in between her pussy lips, and stung her clit a bit with the rough pressure. Then, Jack pushed her legs in close and tied her knees and ankles together. She wouldn't be able to stay standing unless she was held up. He then took another rope and made a harness around her tits, and attached yet another rope to the back of the harness and put it through the hook in the ceiling holding up the hanging lamp. Now she was trussed up, she wouldn't fall, but couldn't avoid the spanking he was going to dish out. He also knew that any movement of her neck or hands would rub the rough rope on her clit and through her slit. It would be painful, yet pleasurable. And the way she was bent over and her legs were tied, her pussy was on display when looked at from behind, the rope causing her lips to turn red. Without preamble, he whacked her hard on the left ass cheek with the paddle. She shrieked, or rather made that noise that passed for a scream. He then swatted her right cheek. He wasn't going to make her count her punishment or anything of the sort. But he was going to reinforce the rule she broke. "Whore, tell me why you are being punished." Jack said as he swatted both cheeks one after the other quickly. "For..AH..For..Ah..For taking too long....AAAHHHH!!" He had just delivered a pretty hard stroke to her upper thigh. The cheeks were a pretty shade of red, and he wanted her to finish her sentence without causing any bruising. He did love the look of her pale skin. "Hurry up cunt, I don't have all day..." As he levelled some light swats to the back of her thighs, she finally said: "I am being punished for taking too long in the shower, master." She blurted it out quickly, in one stream. "Yes, stupid hole!" He said as he delivered a hard smack. The sound was loud. She was trying to avoid moving, the rope causing a burning sensation in her delicate folds. It was just enough pain to offset the pleasure it gave her. But the spanking was making her horny and wet. She could feel the rope getting wet, and wondered if her master noticed. "And?" He asked. Smacking her just as hard on the other thigh. They were nice and red too. There was only one more thing to do before her punishment was over. He wanted to delay it so he asked a question. 'Why else?' she wondered.... He kept smacking her, not as hard. The net effect was to have her feeling even more wet and horny. The pain wasn't enough to block the pleasure, and she was getting close to an orgasm. "Because my hair was wet, master?" That's all she could think of. "My, my, I have a smart cunt here..." He said. "Ok, you get a present for being so good, I give you permission to cum," and after a second, he whispered into her ear, "if you can," as he brought down the paddle right on her pussy lips. She couldn't believe it. She was cumming from the pain and pleasure of her predicament. The sharp sting on her pussy lips, from the paddle, sent shocks into her clit and up her spine. Her legs started to tremble and her feet slipped. As she tried to get her footing, the rope between her lips started sawing back and forth, pushing a tiny orgasm into a full throttle climax. She just hung like a pendulum, unable to stop her body from shaking, and unable to stop the stimulation because of it. After about 45 seconds, Jack grabbed the rope from her wrists and slid his fingers between it and her skin. He pulled it taught to stop her swinging, and kept sliding till his hand was separating her cunt from it's harsh embrace. Her cunt was again dripping, and the rope was soaked for several inches in both directions. He was impressed. He hadn't done a lot of damage, and sensitivity in her ass and thighs should subside in a day or so, and there would be no marks. He released her knees, ankles and let her get a footing before untying her wrists and neck. Last, knowing she would be able to support her weight, he removed the rope holding her up and undid the harness. "Cunt, I am proud of you. But you should know, this was almost a loving gesture compared to what I will do next time. I still want to enjoy some of your unblemished body. But once I am through, I won't be afraid to cause some real damage. Will you be late again, or forget to complete what I asked?" "No, master, I won't." "Good. Now go get cleaned up and come back here. You have 5 minutes. Put the hair in a ponytail and don't bother drying it now. We are running late." He left her to take care of that, knowing he didn't have any elastics and she definitely didn't have any. Three minutes later, she walked back in, hair in a pony tail, all traces of her cunt juice cleaned away. He was impressed. She tore off a piece of her stockings to make a small rope to tie up. And she did it quickly. Next he wondered what she should wear. He was hungry, and wanted breakfast, and knew she couldn't go to the restaurant and salon naked. He brought her to the bedroom and pulled out a t-shirt from his drawer. It was tight on him, so he figured it would fit her well enough. It was dark blue, and had a v-neck opening. When she put it on, it was loose, the v-neck revealing a nice chunk of her chest, and hanging off her tits. The shirt ended just below her pussy, not long enough to be decent in public. He needed to add something. He rifled through his closet and cupboards, and found exactly what would work, a red silk scarf. He had bought it for her when he went on vacation, but never got a chance to give it to her. It was a square of a reasonable size, perfect to wrap around her waist. He told her to tie it around her hips. It actually looked kind of like a skirt. It was passable enough. She looked slutty, and would get a few stares, but wouldn't get them arrested. "Go put your boots on, we are going out." He got his wallet and the check. He paused a second and looked at it. The exact amount was twenty one million, two hundred and seventeen thousand and six hundred and three dollars. It was a draft, not a check. The money was already held in that piece of paper. He now knew what that amount of money felt like. As she walked back into the room, he asked her, "Did you close your accounts? Your credit cards, everything?" "Yes I did, master." "No surprises hiding, some bill you might have forgotten or anything like that?" "No master, I double checked." "Ok. Let's go." He walked out of the apartment, and she followed right behind him. He turned and locked the door, then walked to the elevator. Once inside, knowing they had at least thirty seconds till they arrived at the garage, he slid his hand under her makeshift skirt and squeezed her ass cheeks, making sure his fingers were in her crack and thumb on the outside. She could feel the cool air touch her asshole, and she blushed from the embarrassment. She never let anyone touch her like that. She even avoided spreading her self open during doggy style. Her asshole was something she didn't want seeing the light of day, and he was spreading her out in the elevator. The door chimed, and he released her as an old lady with her laundry got on a few floors before the garage. He wanted to have some fun, so he kept rubbing her ass with the lady standing behind them. He could feel the heat from the spanking. It was like she had a fever. She was feeling even more embarrassed. This old lady could see that he was rubbing her, and then she realized her labia were rubbing against each other with ease. Was she getting wet from this too? She was more depraved than she realized, first discovering pain, now humiliation. The doors opened at the basement level, and they all got out. He felt bold, and before removing his hand, and in plain view of the old lady, he lifted the back of the scarf and exposed half his slave's ass. The old lady made a sound like "harrumph" and stepped into the laundry room. He walked next to his bitch till they reached the car, then got in. As soon as they sat down, he saw her jump up a bit in surprise. She felt a sting just from sitting. The spanking had made her ass and thighs extremely sensitive. Not missing a beat, he told her to take off the shirt and remove the scarf. She hesitated, knowing that they would be out in public. He noticed this, and told her: "This is the last time I expect to repeat myself. If I have to tell you something twice again, I will make you walk behind the car naked instead of sitting comfortably inside." She noticed the look of anger on his face, and promptly untied the scarf, and then pulled the shirt off over her head. He was angry that she had hesitated, and wanted to inflict a bit of torture on the way to the restaurant. "Turn sideways and face me." As soon as she did, he smacked both her tits quickly, from the top. They both stretched down slightly and then sprang back into place. A nice red hand print starting to form on the top of both breasts. These were pretty good smacks. They would sting for a little bit. "I'm in a good mood this morning, thanks to your good behaviour, so this is the only punishment for your delay." "Thank you, master." He pulled the car out of the parking spot and drove it out of the garage. She hadn't noticed because it was dark in the garage, but his windows were tinted. She was also starting to find the soft leather of his luxury SUV soothing on her bare butt. She relaxed and leaned back in her seat. The restaurant was in the same area as the salon. He would get some food, and explain the rules. Then they would walk to the salon and he would head to the bank. He figured she would need almost all 5 hours he had blocked off before the shopping appointment. As they pulled into the parking area, he noticed there were a lot of cars, but not too many people. He parked under a tree, in a corner of the lot. He also noticed it was just 11:05AM. "You will get out of the car and then put your scarf and shirt on. In that order. Now!" She couldn't believe she had to get out of the car, in only her leather boots. Was he really making her do this? Could she do it? She knew she would, her pussy had made the decision for her. The possibility of being seen was flooding her cunt, and she moved quickly to avoid staining the leather. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 02 She stepped out, then reached back into the vehicule for her scarf. She noticed a small wet spot where her cunt was dripping out. She was really turning into a slut. She wrapped it around her waist trying to hide the wet spot. Then she reached in again and grabbed her shirt. When she had pulled it down over her head, she noticed a couple of kids, no more than 12 just staring at her from about a hundred feet away. She turned beet red and finished lowering her shirt over her boobs. The two kids stood there frozen. She hoped their parents weren't too close, otherwise she would be in serious trouble. But she was happy she had done what her master asked. He stepped out of the car and was feeling pretty horny. He looked over and saw the kids. He gave them a stern look, and they ran off. He was pretty horny with the spanking this morning and then the little display she just put on. He popped open the rear hatch and sat down on the edge. He then unzipped his fly and pointed at his crotch. She looked around nervously, but realized the back of the SUV was actually almost complete hidden to the public. It was in a corner of the lot, under a tree. She squatted down and started to pull his massive cock from his jeans. Jack was still only semi-hard, so pulling it out was easy. She started right away. Her throat was still sore, so she started slowly by putting the head in her mouth and getting it nice and wet with her tongue. She sucked on it while rubbing her tongue along the sensitive skin under the glans. She then started to slide down, making sure she got the shaft nice and wet. As Jack's cock reached its full size and stiffness, she wrapped her hands around the now wet flesh tube and started twisting. With her spit making it nice and slick, and her mouth applying suction on the head, he wouldn't last long. Not that he wanted to. He was getting really hungry, and knew they didn't have that much time. No more than 2 minutes after his slave started to work him, he warned her he was going to cum, and not a drop should escape her mouth. She was looking forward to tasting his spunk. She loved the taste, and no guy since had really tasted as good to her. A couple of more twists and he launched a powerful blast that shot out and hit the back of her throat. He must have shot 6 or 7 times, and let his cock rest in her mouth for only a few seconds before pulling out. She knew he liked this part, so she opened her mouth and showed him all the pooled cum. Her mouth was full till the edge of her teeth. She closed her mouth and swallowed with a smile, a tiny drop dribbling out of her lips, caught by her tongue before it got too far. He knew he was supposed to be angry at her, but he was really enjoying the little things she did. He was hoping she would screw up soon so he could bring back some of that rage. Or maybe Jack just felt that way because he had his main vein drained. Guys do have a tendency to be in a good mood after that. He got up and put away his now deflated cock, and locked up the SUV. They walked into the diner at 11:15AM, only 10 minutes after arriving. They got a table in the back, nice and private. The conversation he was going to be having with her didn't need too many eaves dropping in. He ordered a fruit salad for her and eggs benedict for himself. He had worked up quite an appetite, and wanted something that would be very filling. He also wanted her to know she wouldn't be deciding what she wanted to eat, and order something deliberately light. "You already got your proteins," he said when the waitress left, "and I don't think you need the calories from a big breakfast." "Thank you for your concern, master." She answered. She really didn't feel like spoiling the taste of his cum in her mouth anyways. She would be happy with the small fruit salad. "Now, I wanted to take a moment to tell you about the rules I mentioned last night and to tell you what is planned for today. I have been very happy with you this morning. Your behaviour has been better than I could have expected. I am still angry about the past, and I plan to punish you for that as an ongoing project. For the rules, let's start: "First, as I mentioned yesterday, your status as a person is now over. As I demonstrated last night and this morning, I will do as I please with you. Your body belongs entirely to me to do with as I see fit. I might change it to fit my needs. I might also lend it out if I feel like it." For a second it seemed like she wanted to object, so he quickly continued. "Second, since you aren't a person, you are also to forget about your name and identity. Your entire existence is now at my pleasure. If you need to give yourself some sort of guidance, think of yourself as a dog, that can talk. Basically, your my pet bitch. "Third, no hesitation, disobedience or objections. I think we are clear on that. "Fourth, as of this moment, I expect you to wake up before me every morning and be showered and ready for the day. I expect your hair and makeup to be done every morning. I prefer less makeup, so around the eyes is all I want. As for your hair, I know it's unruly, but I hope we can make something of it today. Also, I expect a cup of coffee and a blowjob as my alarm. Typically at 7AM on weekdays. "When in the privacy of my home or when we are to be completely alone, I expect your tits and pussy to be visible. Unless otherwise requested. Last night's attire was absolutely perfect, and we will get you more of the same appropriate clothing. "And last, but not least, these basic rules are not to be broken. I might add more later, but expect that these 5 will never change. Understood?" "I understand the rules, master. But can I ask a question?" She answered, the last part barely above a whisper. "You may ask 3 questions if you like. These will be the only ones. But do not assume this is a negotiation, it's only for clarification." "What do you mean by modification of my...errr...your whore's body, master?" "Good correction, cunt. I mean I might want to pierce you, or tattoo you, or I might decide you have too many fingers. I mean I reserve the right to make my new body into whatever I like." "Ummmm, I understand master. And what do you mean by lending me out, master?" "Excuse me, slave?" "I what do you mean by lending out...umm... your body, master?" "I mean I might lend it out." He didn't know what his plans were exactly regarding this, but he didn't want to surprise her when the time came along. He didn't want to rely on her obedience to find that was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Last question, whore." "How should I refer to myself in your presence, master?" "That's a very good question. You can call yourself 'it', refer to yourself as one of my possessions, as in 'your cunt' or 'your body'." "Thank you, master." As she finished, she got a weird look from the waitress who overheard 'master' as she approached with their food. The cunt blushed furiously. They both started eating their food. Jack took a few bites and continued. "After breakfast, you will be going to the salon. I will instruct them on how to make your appearance. I expect you will be there for at least 4 or 5 hours." After paying the bill, they left the diner to head to the salon. She was intrigued, wondering what she would look like when she came out this afternoon. When they arrived, Jack went to the lead stylist and explained what he wanted. He asked her to make her hair a nice shade of orange red, as close to a natural red head as possible. She also needed to make sure that they were easier to straighten and style, considering the amount of time it took her now. Her actual hair colour had been light brown, but she kept it a dark red for years. He also wanted her nails done, none of that fake nails shit, just trimmed, cleaned, and painted in a nice red design. Her eyebrows were to be narrowed and her eyelashes extended slightly. Basically, he wanted to slut her up a bit. Also, he wanted all the hair on her body electrolysed or lasered off or whatever it was called. The stylist was reluctant at first, considering she would need one or two staff, plus herself on this all afternoon. Jack promised her he would pay for all the services, and more, if everything was done to his satisfaction. He gave her a couple of hundred right away to show her he was serious. Before he left, he wanted to talk to his bitch. "While you're here, I expect they will ask you for your name or something to address you as. You are going to tell them, if they ask, to just call you Jack's girl. Nothing else. Understood?" "Yes, master, Jack's girl." She nodded enthusiastically and smiled. He left the salon about 10 minutes after and took a slow walk to the bank. He thought about what he was going to do at the bank. He needed to make sure the money grew. But he wanted to use some to upgrade his lifestyle right away. At the bank, the manager was completely stunned by the amount of the check. It was more than he had seen in any one deposit since he started. He asked where it came from, naturally. Jack just told him a rich relative passed away and this was the money left. The manager seemed reluctant, but wasn't going to say no to such a huge account. They spent a couple of hours working out the structure of Jack's accounts. He wanted a good return, so gave up 18 million to diversify his portfolio the other 3 million and change he put in an account with easier access. He also took 15 grand in cash for their expenses today. All told, he was out by 3PM. He walked back to his car and went for a drive. He headed to a sex shop to buy some toys. He knew he would be exploring a new part of her today, and he would be looking at some of the bondage and discipline gear. He spent almost an hour in there, picking out various items that he thought would be interesting. Granted, most was designed to inflict pain, but he also bought a few goodies he thought she would enjoy. He figured he would use a carrot and stick approach. He would inflict pain and torture on her, but would always give her some pleasure before it was over. This way both would be linked in her mind. He was just settling up when he got the call from the salon that his slave was ready. He drove over and headed inside. When she went in, she was cute kind of beautiful. Perfect features for a mid-twenties woman. Now, her hair colour was perfect, a copper shade, straightened, with bangs that framed her face. Her eyebrows were thin lines, perfectly shaped, and the lengthened eyelashes made her hazel eyes stand out. The stylist had added a bit of a smoky eye shadow and had added a touch of eye liner. All in all, she looked like a model, although with definitely with better assets below the neck. Even her nails were done in a shade to match her hair, with a red wave pattern. He was extremely satisfied with the makeover. The bill was close to two thousand dollars. He left an extra grand for their trouble, and to make sure he would always get good treatment here in the future. He also scheduled a regular appointment, every Friday afternoon. He told them to put it under Jack's girl. For that much money, they didn't ask any questions. It was close to 5 when they left the salon, so he drove straight to the boutique. This place catered in only designer clothing and had all the aspects needed in one place. Shoes, dresses, accessories and lingerie, ready to buy without making all the stops usually necessary. They were greated by a stunning blonde woman at the door. She introduced herself as Laura, and she would be their fashion consultant for the evening. Jack told her he needed clothes for his girl, and that he was looking for skirts, tops, dresses, shoes and very cute lingerie. He told her that nothing should exceed mid thigh, and anything she wore would need to exude sexuality and a willingness to put out. Laura didn't even bat an eye. Jack was intrigued by her reaction, or rather, lack thereof. Laura selected a couple of dozen skirts and tops and another dozen or so dresses. He was told to have a seat in a nice chair, with rich leather and very comfortable cushioning. Laura sent his cunt into the dressing room, and asked him what he would like to drink. He took the offer of a martini, and after giving to him, she went into the dressing room as well. While the two were fitting all the choices, Laura asked the girl in front of her what the arrangement was between her and the man? The slave explained that he was her master, and she did what he wanted. She also added that he was extremely rich, so to take him seriously. On the outside, Jack got up and took a look at the lingerie section. He found a series of corsets that looked a lot like what his cunt came in with last night. He selected a few of them and chose a bunch of good looking bras and panties. These would be worn only occasionally, so he didn't pick too many. He then took a look at the stockings selection and picked a few dozen designs he liked. He knew her sizes, so he didn't even bother to have her try them on. Where he had doubts, he erred on the side of smaller rather than bigger. He put all the selections directly on the counter. They took another 45 minutes to try everything on. He waited for Laura to come out to select a few more sets and walked over to her. "Laura, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked. "Sure. Would you like anything else? Another drink?" "Yeah, another drink would be fine. But I wanted to ask, why weren't you surprised when I asked for all the clothes, and didn't ask her what she wanted?" "Well, we get requests like that at least a couple of times a month. Rich older men come in here with a variety of women and ask for the same things you did. It's a first to see someone as young and good looking as you, though. Actually, we often end up giving a bit 'more' service to good customers, we really aim to please here." Jack was intrigued by the last part. "What do you mean by more?" "Well, sometimes they prefer to see their women try on a few outfits, out here." She pointed to the main area of the store. "And they like to compare outfits, so often we need to try them on as well. Out here." "Alright. I know I am not a good client yet, but could you do that for me?" "Sure!" Laura answered. She was quite enthused. She grabbed a bunch of different outfits, went into the dressing room and grabbed as much as she could of the rest, and hung them up in the middle of the shop floor, in front of Jack's seat. She then went over and grabbed his cunt. Laura brought her out completely naked. Then, to his surprise, she removed her clothes down to her bra and panties. "Oh wait, I forgot, you asked for another drink!" She bounced over, dressed only in her skimpy little underwear. She was nice when they came in, but now was bubbly since he asked her to give a bit 'more' as she put it. She brought over the drink and seductively put it on the table next to the chair, bending over at the waist and sticking her ass out in front of him. Her tits weren't that big, most likely no more than B cups, and she had a cute little butt. The total package was model hot, with the personality of a high school cheerleader. She then headed over to his bitch and picked out two green dresses. Both had a similar colour, but were different styles. The one she dressed the whore in was a wraparound kind and Laura put on a sundress style, but the skirt was super short. When she twirled, the skirt raised to her waist, showing everything below. He liked the dress, and liked the way the wraparound maximized his cunt's curves and he could see her nipples poking through. He already knew he would probably buy anything Laura selected, so this was just for amusement. Laura put on one hell of a show. She would undress like a stripper, sashaying around. She even got his bitch to start doing it. Then she would dress her back up and herself. It was a runway show bordering on a strip club routine. All this had him hard as a rock. He shifted in his chair trying to get comfortable in his jeans. The cute blonde noticed and whispered something to her cunt. She whispered something back, then Laura leaned in and kissed her. He had never seen two girls kiss in person, and it was incredible. And Laura really sold it, she was sliding her hands over his slave's body, cupping her ass, grabbing her tits. She even reached into the pink dress she was wearing and tweaked the nipples. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper something else to my cunt, and then even she started returning the favour. Two hot women, playing with each other in from of him, he desperately needed relief. At least to open his jeans and let the monster out. A moment later, both walked over and stripped, just a foot in front of him. Then, they got down on their knees in front of him and Laura reached for his pants. She undid the buckle on his belt, then the button and fly. He lifted his hips, and she pulled his jeans and boxers out in one sweep, removing them completely with his shoes. Laura gasped when the boxers cleared the tip of his cock. She had never seen one so thick. She once had a guy that was longer, but never as big in girth. It looked as thick as a can of soda, and much longer than a beer can. All the playing with the other girl had her pretty hot and bothered already, and the sight of this meat club had put her over the edge. She grabbed the standing tower, and started to stroke it. She was mesmerized, her fingers didn't close around the shaft. The cunt then decided to get involved, and slipped the head into her mouth. Laura kept working the shaft, until his whore pulled off, and grabbed the shaft and aimed it at her. The salesgirl brought her mouth down and started sucking. She wasn't nearly as good as Jack's slave, but a blowjob is a blowjob. Especially when one mouth is on the head and shaft, and another starts licking the balls. He was in an enviable position. As he looked down, he sees nothing but blonde and red hair, draped over his thighs, and an amazing wet suction on his cock and his sac. He just leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation and focusing on not busting his nut too quickly. He felt all the action stop, and then resume. When he looked to see, they had switched places. He could tell also by the improvement of the tongue action on his dick. Then, suddenly, he was surprised even further. Laura kept licking lower and lower, until she had her wet tongue between his crack. She spread the cheeks and started licking his asshole. This was a completely new feeling for him. The wetness and heat were incredible. He reached down and shoved his cunts mouth down his cock. He kept pushing when he felt the back of her mouth. She had to adjust quickly. She relaxed her throat and started to accept the head in. It was a bit painful, still sore from last night. But now she had the added conviction of knowing she could handle it, and she managed. She pushed till she bottomed out, her nose against his pubic bone. He gripped her hair, and started to move her head up and down. The sensation of getting rimmed and deep-throated was a lot to handle, and just as he thought he was close, the tongue at his asshole stopped and a second later, Laura pulled his hand out of his cunts hair, and pulled her off. He was about to object, that close to cumming, when Laura stood up and pulled off her panties. She straddled his thighs, and lowered herself onto his giant dick. "I hope you don't mind, but I want to know what this feels like." He definitely wasn't going to stop her. Thanks to all the spit from his cunt, the head slid in easily, and thanks to the amount of lubrication Laura had already generated, he was able to slowly slide just over half in. She grunted with the amount of effort it took. When she felt she couldn't lower herself anymore, she raised and slowly dropped back. She repeated this, groaning with the exertion. Every time she came down, she put a fraction of an inch in further. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 02 She was tight, Jack thought, she won't be able to take all of it. He tapped his cunt on the side of the head. She had been watching, never having seen anything like this up close. He wanted her to get to work, so he pointed at his balls. A moment later, the feel of her warm, wet tongue was on the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Laura was sweating now, beads forming on her forehead and chest. He wanted to suck on her perky little tits, so he reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She slid it down her arms and he attacked the tiny brown nipples with gusto. He was sucking hard, pushing the nipple against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He would spend a few seconds on one, then switch to the other. She moaned and shoved herself down on his cock. She took the last 2 inches in one shot, and started cumming as soon as she did. He could feel her pussy spasming around his cock, and she could feel every vein and ridge of his dick, she was so stretched. The sensations in Laura's pussy, and his whore taking his whole sac into her mouth and sucking pushed him over. He warned her he was about to cum. "In me, INNN MEEEE!" She screamed. His cock jerked twice and she felt a huge pressure hit her insides as the first shot blasted out of his cock. He only had 6 good spurts, having cum earlier in the day. She slowly raised off his still semi-hard cock and collapsed next to him. He grabbed his slut by the hair and brought her mouth near his cock. The cunt had never tasted another women. She had made out with them plenty, even learning to kiss with an older girl in high school, but always kept it over the clothes. Now she would have to suck both boy and girl cum off her master's cock. Knowing hesitation would mean bad things, she started by licking the shaft gingerly. She found she didn't mind the taste. It was a lot like herself, which she enjoyed, mixed with her master's, which she loved. She proceeded to take the head into her mouth and suck it as it softened, cleaning him off. He grabbed Laura's ass and brought her back over him, spreading her knees on each side of his torso. He then told his cunt to lick her clean. She could see some cum accumulating at the opening of her pussy. She stuck her tongue out and locked up, from clit to the bottom of her pussy. Jack was busy making out with Laura. As soon as his cunt started licking her, the kissing became sloppy, she was breathing through her mouth at the same time as kissing him, moaning lightly. He lifted her head and started nibbling at her neck and shoulder. This girl was hot, and she was wild. His cunt made Laura cum again, just from cleaning her out with her tongue. The sight of a hot blonde straddled around his waist moaning loudly in climax was one he wouldn't forget. Laura cuddled up to him after the orgasm, he tapped her ass to get her to get up. She slowly stood on shaky feet. He then indicated to his whore to get up. "Laura, that was a lot more than I expected. That was quite a level of service! Take a couple of minutes, then please get her dressed and add a bunch of shoes and leather boots. No heels shorter than 4 inches please. I left a bunch of things to add to the bill at the counter. I'll take everything you have out here and in the dressing room." About a half hour later, his slut was dressed in tiny little white short shorts, so tight, they were deep in the crevasse of her ass. Her t-shirt was red, tight around her tits and waist. Her flat stomach was visible below from just above her navel down to the belt of her shorts. Her cleavage was completely on display, no bra to cover up her nipples as they stuck out under the top. Laura had clad her feet in sandles with ropes that criss-crossed her legs till about mid calf. The sandles had about 5 inches tall heels, and were golden in color. Overall, she looked like a proper slut. If he hadn't just shot his load into the pretty blonde, he might have gotten hard again and fucked his bitch right there. He was very impressed with Laura's taste. He grabbed his pet by the waist and walked over to the counter. There were about 20 bags in all, and another 10 boxes he assumed were for the shoes. Laura had rang up the bill, it added up to a hundred and twenty six thousand. He hadn't brought that much cash with him, so he pulled out his credit card, which he had a big limit on because of the servers and equipment he occasionally bought for his clients. Once the bill was settled, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of 15 one-hundred dollar bills. He handed it to Laura. "Laura, this was a pleasure. I hope this isn't too small a tip for all your excellent service?" Her pale blue eyes lit up at the amount of money. She would also make a pretty good commission from the sale. "No sir, this is more than generous enough. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you." She said it with a huge smile on her face. She also handed him her card, with her cell number written behind it. Jack had never been a ladies man. In fact, he was pretty sure this was the first time a girl handed him her number. Since he didn't see her write anything while at the counter, he assumed she was going to hand it to him before the tip. "Would you like to take a couple of the bags with you today?" Laura asked. "Excuse me?" "Oh, well normally, clients have their bags delivered. We include it as part of our outstanding service here." "Oh, I see. Ok, give me a couple of bags now, make sure they have some of the lingerie, at least a couple of boots and heels, and a couple of outfits for day and night. How does the delivery work?" "We will have someone stop by on Monday and drop off the bags and boxes." "Can I request that you deliver them?" "Yes sir, that won't be a problem at all." "Alright, please call me when you know the time on Monday." "Yes sir." Laura prepared a couple of bags, hunting through the bunch to pull out this or that. They grabbed the few bags they were leaving with, and walked out the door. The sun was close to setting, it being near 8 o'clock. His stomach growled as they stepped into the SUV. He felt like a nice meal, with his cunt on his arm. "Look, I'm tired of calling you cunt and whore, so going forward, I will refer to you as Slut. Consider it my pet's name. So, Slut, get in the back and put on a dress. We are going to get some dinner." "Yes, master. Would you like any thing in particular?" "There are probably only two or three dresses back there, dummy. Just put on the first one you grab." She climbed into the back and took out a dress. It was red, and he couldn't make out what it looked like yet. She took of her shirt, then her shorts. She was wearing a nude coloured thong. She pulled the dress on, a wrap around like the green one he saw her wear earlier. Except it was silk and had a deeper opening in the front, showing most of her chest, almost half her tits and even the top part of her tummy. The hem was only a couple of inches below her ass cheeks. It was incredibly sexy and since it was a designer brand, wouldn't be an issue at any restaurant. He drove out to one of the most expensive steakhouses in town. He would never have been able to afford a meal here in the past. But over 10 large in his pocket was good motivation to start living the high life. They parked and he took her inside, draped over his arm. "I want you behaving like a high priced escort, understood? Fawning, touchy, seductive." "Yes, master, I will be your expensive whore." She whispered it into his ear, under her breathe. He felt his cock stir from the way she said it. As Jack stepped in, he noticed it was quite dark, the tables actually more like private booths. You couldn't see any of the people in the restaurant. The booths were very well designed. They also had an amazing old world feel, all wood and leather. He asked the Maitre d' for a nice quiet table. "Sir, here, all the tables are nice and quiet." He shook the host's hand when he brought them to their booth, and slipped him a hundred. Jack had always wanted to do that! They sat down in the circular booth. It was isolated. He couldn't see or hear anyone around them, but knew it must have been popular. He beckoned Slut over to his side of the circle. The waiter showed up and asked them for their order. Jack was confused. "I don't have a menu." "Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't realize it was your first time here. We only serve steaks with sides of fries, mashed or baked potatoes, or steamed vegetables. You can choose your cut and how you would like it." "Ok, then we will have two filet mignons, mine medium, her's well done. I'll take it with mashed potatoes and she will have the vegetables." "And wine, sir?" "I don't really know my wines. Maybe something red that would go well with the steaks?" "Yes sir. It will be about 20 minutes for the steaks. The wine will be here shortly." "Thank you." The wine arrived just a few moments after the waiter turned away. It was poured out for them and the bottle was left on the table. Now alone, and knowing they had at least 20 minutes, he untied Slut's dress and opened it to reveal her tits and thong. She couldn't believe he would go this far. Especially not so quickly. But he was running his hands all over. He rubbed her flat abs, and would occasionally cup a breast and squeeze or cup her mound and press in. Jack sensed the heat increase over the next couple of minutes. She was getting really turned on. She reached up and caressed his chest through his shirt, while she nibbled his ear or kissed his neck. He was also loosing himself to having her back, and now he could do the things he wished he could have before. Like showing her off... Heck, she wouldn't even wear a mini-skirt when they are dating. With all the fondling and caressing, she then tried to kiss him. Just before it happened, Jack came to his senses. This bitch was playing the perfect escort, but he was still angry. Where was this behaviour when she broke his heart a year and a half ago? Why wasn't he good enough then? No, this cunt won't get a boyfriend out of this deal. All his rage suddenly rose up. Before she could press her lips to his, he reached up and viciously twisted her nipple. She shrieked but it was cut of midway by a slap from his other hand. "Cunt, you are not my girlfriend. You don't get to fucking kiss me. Your mouth is not to be used for your pleasure. I feel like maybe you don't fully realize this is an owner-slave relationship. I think you might need a bit of re-alignment with regards to your place. "Take of the dress and your thong." She was stunned. She didn't move for a few seconds, holding her cheek in her hand and rubbing her nipple. He was getting even more angry at this delay. "Fuck, whore. What did I tell you about hesitation?" She snapped to attention, and peeled on the dress and lowered the thong. He told her to give it to him. He then bunched it up and shoved it in her mouth, followed by a corner of a napkin. "Keep your head up and eyes straight ahead, fucking useless bitch." He then picked up the fork from his table and started to poke it into her tender tit flesh. He wasn't going to break the skin, but he imagined the hard tips of the fork would hurt like hell. He was right, because after a few pricks, she was starting to tear up. He kept poking all over her tits, avoiding her areoles and nipples. He had a better plan for those. He picked up the steak knife that was in front of him, and a sudden look of panic came into her eyes. To add to the effect, he tested the edge on his thumb, pulling away quikly, as if to indicate it was truly sharp. She started saying no through her gag, while shaking her head from side to side. He brought the knife to her nipple, and pressed it flat against the area just above her nipple. The serrations were just digging into the top of her nub. She was looking straight at it, and he told her to look up. There was a sharp pain. She started thrashing around, and tried to scream through the makeshift gag. The knife at her nipple and the suddenly white hot pain she felt made her think he had cut it off. She didn't see what he did, but calmed down after a few seconds when she heard him laugh evilly and couldn't feel any blood. When she looked down, there were 4 red stripes across her nipple, where he had smacked her hard with the fork and she mistook the pain for it being sliced off. "You will remain unclothed until our meal is over. Will you be able to keep your mouth shut when I pull out the thong?" She nodded her head slowly. Her mascara was running down her cheeks with the tears she had shed. What happened? She thought she was doing everything right, why was he angry? She felt the thong come out of her very dry mouth. He indicated the wine glass with a nod, and she drank the whole glass down. He handed her his, which she emptied in one gulp. He poured out both glasses, but put his hand over them to prevent her from downing them too. "Sip the rest." Just then, the waiter showed up with their plates. He wasn't fazed by the appearance of a naked woman at the table. He placed Jack's plate in front of him, then the other plate in front of the woman. That's when he noticed the red dots all over her tits and the 4 stripes on her nipple. This he had never seen before. He must have stared a bit long, because Jack spoke up: "She wasn't very aware of her place. I had to apply a little corrective pressure." He said it while cutting his steak, he didn't even look up. Slut was surprised with this change. The waiter just stepped away from the table, satisfied with the explanation. "Eat, cunt." They ate the meal quietly. After she got over the shock of what just happened, she really enjoyed the steak. She finished it and the vegetables, and 3 more glasses of wine during the meal. She was starting to really feel the effects. Jack kept refilling her glass as soon as she put it down. Her skin was looking flushed, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. She always got horny as hell when she drank. Jack knew this, and had let her finish the whole bottle of wine, except for the one glass he nursed through out the meal. He reached down and felt the moisture at her pussy. Yup, horny. He grabbed the thong and wiped up her juices with it. When the waiter returned to collect the plates, he asked for the check. The young boy returned quickly. He couldn't have been more than 19 or 20. "Hey, tell me, why weren't you surprised to see her naked at the table?" "Sir, most of our patrons have either naked or partially clothed women at the table when they join us. Nothing new except for the marks I noticed." "I see. That's the second person who hasn't been surprised today." "Sir, if I may, I think you will find most places where a rich man takes a woman like her will not be too surprised to see anything." "Thank you. How much do I owe for the bill?" "Eleven hundred and twenty dollars sir." Jack was surprised. He tried to hide it as he pulled out the money from his pocket. He counted out 12 hundred-dollar bills. "That's for the bill" and then counted out another 12 and put them on the table, "and this is for you." He added, while dropping the now wet thong on top of the second pile. "Looks like she is a bit hot and bothered, soaked her little panties. You can keep them." He turned to the bitch: "Get your dress on, I'll meet you outside." Jack couldn't remember a better steak meal. He wasn't sure how much of it was the food or the company. He certainly felt a part of the taste came from how much he paid for it. When she came out, he untied her dress and opened it. Unless seen head on, it wouldn't be indecent. But she had to walk in the cool evening air, boobs in the wind and wet pussy caressed by nothing but the breeze. "Undress before you get in the car. Open the back door and put the dress inside, then you can step around the car and open my door." She took off the silky fabric, folded it over her arm and opened the back door. She placed it on the back seat and walked over to the other side. The public display had her pussy soaking, and she knew it would soon be leaking down her bare thighs. When she reached for his door handle, he cupped her ass and slipped a finger into her molten pussy. She shivered from the touch and the cold. Her nipples were so hard that they could be glass cutters. He fingered her for over 5 minutes, looking in her eyes the whole time. People walked by, one fat man with two classless sluts on his arms. He gave Jack a head nod as he passed, but Jack didn't notice. He brought his whore to the edge, she was dripping around his 2 fingers, the sign of her arousal in two streaks down her legs till the laces of her sandles. He then pulled out and told her to open the door. He bent her over the seat, tits pressed into the cold leather. Without warning, he began spanking her ass. He wasn't hitting too hard, more for sound effect than actual pain. She did feel them, the spanking from this morning still very much a source of discomfort. Still, she was holding back her screams as the smacks echoed in the parking lot. He kept this up until he thought she was ready, then reached back and slapped her with medium force right between the legs, making sure her lips and clit were covered by his palm and fingers. She finally let out a loud shriek, and started to cum. The little streaks became rivers, and her knees buckled. He was getting tired of her losing her footing every time she came, but was pretty impressed her orgasms were so powerful. He did have a slight mess on his seat though. Some of her cum had wet the side and carpet on edge. He went into the back seat and used her dress to wipe it up. "How are you feeling?" "Amazing, master. Absolutely amazing. I keep cumming so hard." "Good, now go sit in your seat." He got in the driver's seat and drove home. He wanted to try out some of his toys when they arrived; she was probably going to have a long night ahead of her. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. ------------- Next chapter, Slut experiences quite a bit of pain. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 03 Jack and his slut drove back to his apartment without talking. When they had parked in the garage, Jack told her to get out and get her dress on. She stepped out of the SUV and opened the back seat. She couldn't see her dress in the back. "Ummm, master? I don't see my dress in the back seat." "That's because I have in my hands." Jack had stepped out and already started heading to the elevator. She shut the door and rushed to catch up, but not before an older man who had just got out of his car noticed her running by. He was exposed to the wonderful sight of a set of natural 32D breasts, bouncing along on her chest, and a good view of her round bubble butt as she ran past. He couldn't help it, and he whistled his approval. She stopped and turned. She hadn't noticed him standing there. She didn't realize, but she was now exposing all her forward assets to him, and she saw his eyes travel from her head to her feet and back up. He smiled lecherously: "Hey babe, I think you forgot something." She went a deep shade of red, turned, and ran to the elevator. Her master had just stepped in and she didn't want to be stuck down here alone with the man. She just got inside as the doors closed. He threw her dress at her feet. She bent down and put it on, as the elevator kept rising. She had just tied it, when the elevator opened on Jack's floor. "Take off the dress." She was confused. She had just finished putting it on. He stepped out of the elevator and turned to look at her. "That's hesitation. Would you like to make it disobedience?" She quickly stepped off the elevator and untied her dress. As she was pulling it off her arms, a door opened behind her. She heard it, but didn't dare turn to look. Jack had a very angry look on his face... And she didn't want to make her punishment any worse then it already was. He turned and walked to his door. She resigned herself, removed it and walked to the door. She walked in and closed it behind her. Although she was relieved that she was in the privacy of his apartment, she was also wet enough to fill a pool. The effect of the alcohol from earlier and the fact that at least 2 people in the building had seen her naked had her turned on like never before. She was leaning against the door, on the inside, and her breathing was speeding up. Jack hasn't said anything since he came in. In fact, she didn't see him. She headed to the living room and didn't see him so assumed he would be in the bedroom. When she walked in, she found him pulling out a toolbox. He opened it and removed a drill, a hammer and some other tools she couldn't identify. "I'm heading downstairs to get the bags. Sit down and relax. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." "Thank you, master. I will." Jack figured she would be way too horny to resist taking care of herself. He was planning on catching her in the act, so he hurried downstairs, grabbed all the bags, including his purchases from the sex shop, and headed up. He was gone about 5 minutes total, so knew she would be either very close to a first cum, or in the process of building up to a second orgasm. He opened the door slowly, and as expected, found her on the sofa, legs spread and two fingers pistoning in and out of her sloppy cunt. She was so wet you could hear the sound her pussy was making. Her eyes were closed, and judging by her breathing she was close to her release. He dropped the bags loudly and shouted at her: "Slut, did I give you permission to play with yourself?" The look on her face was priceless. Jack almost laughed out when he saw it. He contained himself and continued: "You are going to have to be taught a pretty severe lesson tonight. It's too bad, I had something special planned for you. "But due to your hesitation downstairs and now this... Well, it's going to be special for a different reason." He smiled, trying to make it look evil. She still hadn't removed her fingers but had stopped moving them. Looked like whatever she had built up to was now on hold, fear having taken over. "Cunt, don't just sit there. Squat like I taught you last night." She quickly got into position. She just sat there, pussy spread open as shown, and waited. Jack put the clothing bags away and grabbed the tools. He spent about half an hour installing the hooks and straps and various hardware he bought from the sex shop in the bedroom. She could hear him working in the other room. Her legs were hurting, and her pussy was feeling pretty cold since her lips were spread and she hadn't stopped creaming. Jack finally came back into the living room. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her forward. She stuck out her arms and he dragged her on all fours into his bedroom. Her legs were in pretty serious pain from the squatting and were cramping while she was on all fours. Once in the room, she noticed a few straps around the bed and some hooks on the ceiling and walls. She wondered what they were all for. He pulled up on her hair, indicating he wanted her to stand up. The pain started slowly dissipating from her knees and ankles as she got to her feet. Jack was going to test her limits. He wasn't planning on causing any long term damage, but he wouldn't stop for some light bruising this time. He grabbed some rope and got started. He placed her in the centre of the room, at the foot of the bed. Then, he spread her legs and secured them to the feet at the corners. Next, he bent her slightly forward and stretched her arms out to the side. He had affixed hooks into the ceiling, about 2 feet in from the foot of the bed and drew the ropes trough them and tied them off. She was now secured, her shins against the edge of the mattress, he body angled 45 degrees forward and arms raised in the air and forward. He had considered this position specifically because her tits would be hanging down, her head would be aiming up, and her ass would be sticking out. For what he wanted to do this evening, these were important factors. He pulled out a bunch of items from his bag, and the Cunt was wondering what all these things were. He placed the objects at the foot of the bed. He then grabbed a red ball with some straps attached and placed it in her mouth. He attached the leather belt behind her head, making sure it was secure. Next, he took a rope and attached it to the buckle, pulling her head back and attaching it to a hook in the ceiling. Now he could only look forward, and not see what he would be doing to her body. "Slut, I want you to know a few things before we get started. "A year and a half ago, you left me, despite our time together, without any warning or any attempt to work on our troubles. "Although it left me heartbroken, I tried my best to become a better person and try and win you back. "When I realized it wasn't going to work, I decided to move. Just over a year ago, you and I met so I could let you know I was leaving. You happily informed me you were also moving, in with the other guy. "Well, at that point, all the love I had for you and hope for us became anger. "I want to hurt you, and I will. And to make sure that no one comes knocking on our door, I have placed a the nice red rubber ball in your mouth. Another reason I have decided to gag you is so I don't have to listen to you beg me to stop. You will be subjected to all of this, no mercy will be granted. "So, lets get started." She was panicking. She was starting to have doubts. Maybe this wasn't what she wanted. She expected to be disciplined, some light bondage, maybe some spanking. Everything thus far was perfectly acceptable to her. But now? He wanted to hurt her for the sake of hurting her. Was she wrong about him? Did she underestimate his feelings since the breakup? All these these questions were going through her mind when she felt a sharp pain at her left nipple, and she couldn't tilt her head down to see what was causing it. Jack had just attached a clothespin to her left nipple. Then he attached another to her right nub. He had also tied one end of some thin rope to the pins. He then proceeded to attach more pins, all around her areoles, in an extending spiral till he had reached the outside of her tits. She couldn't see what was happening, but the pain was immense. Every second, another sharp pinching pain would hit her from her tits. It was working its way out, from the middle. And what's worse, the sharp sting was followed by a consistent pain in every spot. She figured he was attaching something to her skin, most likely pins. He had tried to convince her in the past, but she didn't want to have any marks or bruises on her skin. Now, it felt like hundreds of them were all over her breasts. He had threaded the rope through the 20 or so pins on each breast. Then, he brought both ends together and ran a single line of pins from the top of her stomach till just above her pussy. Now came the critical part. He inserted a finger in her pussy and slowly stroked the spongy pad at the roof of her cunt. He wanted her wet and distracted. After about a minute of this slow pace, he pulled out and used the wetness on his finger to rub her clit. He stroked it for over 2 minutes. In that time, her breathing had sped up, her skin was getting rosy, and she was starting to glow from perspiration. He figured he wouldn't be able to make her cum like this, but he wasn't planning for that. She was surprised, after the pain of all the pins, he started playing with her pussy. It was slow, but he was rubbing one of the most sensitive parts of her pussy. In fact, it was too slow. She couldn't possibly get anywhere close to cumming like that, and when he started to stroke her clit, she became excited. But again, the speed and movement was infuriatingly slow. He removed his finger and suddenly she felt an explosion of pain, centred on her clit and radiating out. It was more pain than she had ever felt. She tried escaping, but she was secured quite well. She couldn't move forward or backwards. She was screaming, but the gag was muffling it to a low whine. She caught her breath and the pain still hadn't subsided. In fact, it seemed to have spread, encompassing her entire pussy. She was screaming in short gasps after a few seconds, although the initial pain had now lost it's edge, there was still a persistent sting. Combined with the pain in her breasts, she was on the verge of unconciousness. Jack had played with her until her clit became hard and stuck out slightly. Then, he placed a clothespin on it. He had never witnessed the kind of struggling that his slut had just shown him. He was afraid that she would rip the hooks out and break the board at the base of the bed. She was trying to scream, and luckily the gag did a good job of blocking that, because certainly the neighbours would have asked questions. He was actually surprised, and for a second, almost removed the pin from the reaction he got. But she calmed, and although still freaking out, she wasn't moving as much and her screaming had reduced. He had taken the opportunity of her distraction to add 3 pins to each labia, with the string through them. After about 30 seconds, she had stopped screaming and had started sobbing. Her tears were dragging even more of her mascara all over the place. She had already mussed her makeup with her disobedience at the steakhouse, but now the waterworks were causing the black to spread. Drops were hitting the white sheet beneath her and leaving black stains. He then went back into his bag and pulled out the lube. This is where his plan was going to get him something he wanted from her, the final frontier, if you will. He was going to hurt her, torture her, and he was going to do something she had never thought to let anyone do. He was going to take her anal cherry and he was going to do it with very little regard for her pleasure. He started by just rubbing some of lube on her asshole. He applied a bit to his index finger, and slowly worked it into her rectum. She started to shake her ass, trying to get away from the probing digit. He slapped her hard on the left ass cheek, leaving a nice red imprint. She seemed to be repeating her unwillingness into her gag. She was even trying to shake her head, as much as her bonds would let her. If she was having such a strong opposition to one finger, he was sure she would hate what was coming next. He had a couple of more preparations to do before he was ready to violate her ass. After he was sure there was enough lube, he reached into the bag again and pulled out a small butt plug. It had a conical shape, that grew to an inch at it's widest, then closed up and had a small, narrow handle. It was clearly designed to be inserted and extracted repeatedly. He applied some lube to the plug and started to push it in. Her movements didn't abate, and he was getting tired of struggling at the tightness of her anal opening, and also the displacement of his target due to her squirming. He decided nice and easy wasn't going to be enough for this bitch. "Cunt, I am very very angry. I wanted to do this nice and easy for you, try not to cause you too much discomfort. But it looks like...you...prefer...the hard way!!" He shouted out as he shoved the plug into her ass with full force. At first, it didn't look like it would give, but the constant pressure and the slightly numbing effect of the lube allowed him enough of an opening to slide the tiny toy into her. She was becoming delirious. The agony in her cunt was still present, and the pinching of her skin was still causing her considerable pain. As if all that wasn't enough, Jack had put something in her ass. Hard. She had never tried anal, and truly, never hoped to. She considered it an exit only. She didn't even think about it when she gave herself to her master. But now, she was frightfully aware of how much control he had, and how little she knew of his intentions. The fear and pain were putting her into a trance. It wasn't simply arousal or sexual craving, but a sense of loss of control that was liberating her. She finally understood her true needs. She now understood that her mind did not crave the freedom of never having to think or make a decision, but rather, her mind wanted to know that it had no control at all. The extreme pain woke her to the realization that her body wasn't hers, and she was happy about it. With this epiphany, she also felt something she didn't think was possible, she felt a climax building in her ass and pussy. Jack noticed when she relaxed. He didn't expect it, but it was obvious. One moment she was screaming, and the next, she went almost limp. Then, just as quickly, her knees started to shake. He noticed the pins on her labia were vibrating. This he could now recognize was the beginning of her climax. He moved from behind her and climbed onto the bed next to her. He leaned close to her ear. "You can cum, slut." And she did. All her climaxes today were not enough to reduce the energy and force of this one. Even Jack was stunned. Her whole body started to convulse. It was for all appearances a seizure. Every muscle in her body would tense, then relax, then tense back up. Over and over, for almost a minute. He hadn't touched her since it started. After a little bit, she finally went fully limp, hanging by the ropes attached to her hands. Her eyes were closed and drool was dripping off her chin from the screaming and moaning. Her breathing was laborious, and every few seconds she would have a tremor. He let her rest for a full 10 minutes while he grabbed a beer and removed all his clothing. He was hard as a rock, the display of her orgasm being something he had never even imagined. He wanted to have his own finish, but he wanted to leave it till the last, and he already knew where he wanted to cum. After the rest period, he woke her from her unconsciousness. "Looks like you enjoyed the preliminaries. Shall we get on with the main event?" She was disoriented from the force of her climax. She wasn't sure what he meant by main event. But after the eureka moment she had and the power of her cum, she would allow him to do anything he wanted. He pulled the butt plug out of her ass and grabbed another one, slightly longer and only about a half inch thicker. He lubed it up and added a dollop on her brown eye and started to work it in. She had stopped moving, and despite her breathing and grunting indicating it was defenitely hurting, she kept her ass in place and allowed him to make slow progress. This plug was similar in design to the previous one, and once completely inserted, he applied lube around the protruding part and started to saw it in and out. He would keep the bulbous part lodged in her opening for a second, then push back in, then pull it out till only the tip was in, push it back, then pull and hold at the widest. He was training her sphincter to handle the girth of the plug, and after about 30 strokes, he was able to slide it in and out quite easily. Then he grabbed another, and this would be the last one. This one was as thick as his cock, a full 2 and a half inches. It wasn't nearly as long, but that was on purpose. He wanted to be able to get his cock in, but still make her feel the excruciating pain of a rapid and forced insertion. Jack just didn't want to lose his cock in the process. After a full 15 minutes with the largest plug, he felt her ass would be ready. If not, too bad. He squirted a bunch of lube in her slightly gaping asshole, then applied some to the head and shaft of his cock. It glistened in the light, as did her ass from all the lube he had used. He rubbed some into her ass cheeks, and then brought his fuck stick to the opening. She was biting hard into the ball gag. Her asshole was in a lot of pain. She wasn't sure what he was planning, but the 3 plugs he had used had felt so huge that she assumed he planned to fuck her there. She was certain it wouldn't fit, and also had the certainty he would make it. Her apprehension was curbed only by the fact that she now knew that pain was the strongest trigger to her sexual fulfilment, and assumed this would bring about more pleasure than agony. He lined up his cock head and pushed at the slightly distended opening. Surprisingly, his spongy tip entered her with little resistance. Her sphincter was now used to being open, and he figured the hard part was about to start. He push the first 2 inches of his shaft into her, almost 3 inches total, when he felt the first resistance. It was tight, but not in the same way as a pussy. It was definitely more textured and less accommodating. At the 5 inch mark, when more than half his shaft was inserted into her chocolate starfish, she started cramping. The pain was forcing her to contract her anus and colon, enhancing the pleasure for Jack, but making it difficult to go the rest of the way in. This was not going to work, he thought to himself. "Slut, you need to relax. Just breathe slowly, through your nose. Focus on the feeling of the air entering your lungs." She tried to do that, but every breathe brought her more pain from the pins stuck to her breasts and torso. There was no relief. The pain was everywhere. She instead started to focus on the individual points of the pain. She started with her asshole. It felt like it had ripped, and she felt the stretched skin around his warm dick. She focused on it and started to relax her muscles, reducing the cramps. She then tried to open herself, to give her ass to him, and felt another inch slip in. She wanted to tell him to pull back and push in, spreading the lube, but she couldn't with the gag in place. She also couldn't rock back and forth, so she just focused on the next point of pain. Her clit was throbbing in it's vise-like grip. The clothespin would wobble slightly, making sure the pain wouldn't be forgotten. Her pussy lips felt stretched by the weight of the implements. Her nipples were now numb, being in the grips of the laundry aids for almost an hour at this point. The skin on her tits and tummy felt tight, no doubt because so much of it was pinched to accommodate the fasteners. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 03 The benefit of the concentration was that her mind was distracted enough from her asshole to allow Jack to slip in all the way. He was now buried in her hole. It was an amazing feeling. His sensitive glans was squeezed and released with every deep breath, and the rest of the shaft had a pleasurable pressure on every point. The base of his cock was being gripped by her round muscle, and it was enough to be almost unbearable. He grabbed the lube and squirted some out around the ridiculously stretched skin, and started to pull out. He pulled and inch, lubed and push back all the way. Every three or four strokes, he would pull out another inch. After about 30 strokes, he was able to slide his whole length, in and out, with adequate lubrication to make the sensation incredible. It was tighter than a pussy, and the ridges of her rear entrance combined with the tightness of her anal opening were stimulations that he couldn't have dreamed of. Now he understood the obsession of the act. It wasn't just about the domination, about knowing you had everything a woman could give you, but it was also a most pleasurable feeling for any man's cock. The slut on the other hand was not enjoying it as much at first. When he started to use the full length of his cock, her ass started to feel like it was being ripped open over and over again. It wasn't until about 10 minutes into her asshole's full introduction to his manhood that she felt more than just the torment of the entry. Jack wanted to cum, but knew he needed to bring her very close to the edge before he could execute the last part of his plan. "Well cunt, you are now almost ready for dessert. I want you to remember that you are not to cum until I let you." She wasn't even thinking about cumming. But the ache in her butt was fading, and was being replaced by a very satisfying fullness. If only he would speed up and really fuck her, she might be able to get close. He picked up on the small changes to her body language. She was trying to meet his thrusts, and her ass was moving side to side slightly. He started to speed up, till about 10 minutes later he was going at her ass with gusto. He was sweating onto her back from the exertion. She was also getting close. He kept fucking her till he was on the edge of his climax, and then burried himself all the way. This started her own climax, and just before he started to erupt, he grabbed the twine and pulled hard downwards, ejecting the clothespins from her pussy, clit stomach and breasts in a domino like progression. The abruptness of his complete penetration had started her on her road to climax, but the removal of all the clips in such a violent manner caused her brain to explode. Everything went white, and her body lost all control. She came with such force that she completely soaked the bed with piss. Her asshole clenched so tightly, that Jack's boiling balls were momentarily blocked from spewing their load into her slick passage. As soon as the constriction loosened, he felt like a rope was being pulled out of his cock. There was so much force that he was afraid he would pull a muscle in his dick. It took him almost 30 seconds to stop cumming, which was better than what his slut was going through. She had already lost control of her bladder, and her eyes had lost focus, seeing just a white light. The pleasure was crashing over her, forcing her to arch her back then relax it, like the motion of waves on a rolling sea. Her arms were tensing and relaxing so hard that she actually ripped the hooks out of the ceiling. Unfortunately, the hook holding up her head didn't move, and her upper body was now held up by her ball gag. Her arms fell uselessly next to her, her hands just a few inches too short to support her. Jack couldn't believe his cunt's orgasms. First she cums from being spanked, then from having her asshole violated and now from the flash of pain at having over 50 clothespins removed virtually at once. Then, she fainted. Her asshole lost all it's grip, and he slipped out with ease. He was starting to soften, and she hung from the strap behind her head. He carefully made his way next to her, and undid the buckle, then gently lowered her to the bed. He didn't want to leave her there too long, since the contents of her bladder were now all over the lower part of his bed. He undid her legs and picked her up, removing any other ropes he had attached to her. He picked her up and put her at the top of his mattress, and walked to the bathroom the run a bath. He allowed the water to warm up and fill the tub, while he went and carried her into the bathroom. He placed her carefully into the bath, and added some aromatic salts to help her wake up. She slowly re-entered the world of the living. At first, she didn't know where she was. She only remembered the most impossible mix of pleasure and pain, and then the fierce reaction of her body to her overwhelming orgasm before she lost consciousness. Not she was enveloped in a warm embrace, and felt like she was flying. As she opened her eyes, she took in her surroundings and found herself in a warm soak in her master's tub. He was leaning over her, adding some bubbles to the water. He looked at her, and pulled her hair back from her face and smoothed it back. He was petting her, and had a truly pleased look on his face. "Relax a bit while I figure out what to do with the sheets and mattress." Jack figured he would need to toss the whole lot. He didn't feel like dealing with the mess at all, so he grabbed his smartphone and pulled up the number for the most luxurious hotel in the city. It was late, midnight, but he knew that they wouldn't refuse to rent out their best room, no matter how short the notice. The phone rang twice before a man answered the phone. He seemed far too cheery for such an hour, but was more that helpful in arranging the room and making sure that the valet would be ready for their arrival. He told him they should arrive around 1:30. Once all the preparations were made, he went back into the bathroom. He needed a shower, and he wanted to see how his slave was doing. He walked in to find her with her eyes closed, a smile on her face, she had washed her face, getting rid of the makeup and she looked completely peaceful and satisfied. He stepped into the standing shower and washed himself off. He stepped out and told his pet to get out as well. He dried her off after himself, and told her to get dressed. Something comfortable, without any underwear. He also told her to put on the simplest shoes that Laura had left them. He went to his room and got dressed in some khakis and a polo. He didn't want the hotel to kick them out, and wanted to exude the air of wealth that his financial situation allowed. He grabbed a suitcase and put some swimming trunks in along with a few changes of clothes. He figured they would spend a few days at the hotel while he figured out some stuff, and he would need to head into work on Monday, so he packed accordingly. He pulled out another suitcase and headed to the living room to get his Slut to pack her stuff in. What greeted him was stunning. She didn't notice him come in, and had just put on her heels. She was standing up, her red hair flowing out, the tips slightly wet. She had put on a simple one piece dress, dark blue. It was tight around the ass, but was loose above it, and basically hung off her left shoulder. It didn't reveal her body as much as the wrap-around from earlier, but you could clearly see the fabric go over her ample breasts, and it stopped only an inch below her ass, exposing the creamy skin of her legs. It looked so comfortable after everything he had put her through, it revealed another type of sexiness in his little vixen. The heels were tall, maybe 5 inches, and had a slight platform at the front. She grabbed a clip from the bag and put her hair up, wrapping it in a way to hide the wet tips and complete the classy yet relaxed look she was going for. Jack handed her the suitcase and told her to empty her bags into it and get ready to leave in a few minutes. He went back into his room and finished packing, tossing in his bag of toys and then closing his luggage. He stepped out, put on some shoes and waited for his Slut. She was just securing the latches on her bag, and promptly lined up. "Let's go." They rode the elevator in silence. He was tired, and wasn't in the mood to make his cunt do anything more. One thing he did notice was that his anger was all gone. At least, for now, he was looking at her as an object of beauty, not a place to vent his rage. He couldn't stop looking at her, and even made her step out of the elevator ahead of him to stare at her from behind. He was a gentleman, and grabbed her bag, placing both in the back of his SUV, then held the door open for her to step in. He walked around and hopped into the driver's seat. Before he put the vehicle in reverse, he turned to get another glimpse at her. She was stunning, and looked radiant with a 1000 watt smile aimed directly at him. They drove to the hotel in absolute quiet. Each one going over the events of the last 24 hours. When they pulled in, the valet immediately approached the passenger side and let out Jack's beautiful companion, then came over and got the keys from him. He was handed the room keys and a bellhop grabbed the bags from behind the truck. They were lead into the lobby and into a waiting elevator. The bellhop produced two key cards, handing them to Jack. "Your room occupies the whole penthouse level, sir. You won't be able to reach it without the key card. This elevator is exclusively for your use, and you will notice there is only a button to close the door. "Your room is also the most exclusive in our hotel. You will be able to call on your own private butler 24 hours a day, during the length of your stay." Jack already knew this, but he didn't mind the reminder as the elevator climbed up to their room. He had it booked till next Saturday, which should be enough time to arrange a new place to stay, since he had no intention of staying in his tiny apartment. He also wanted to spend some time in the lap of luxury, something he had never really expected would be his fate. A bell chimed, and the elevator slowly stopped. The doors opened into a foyer of sorts, with marble floors and huge gilded mirrors. When they stepped out, the bellhop lead them through two large cream colored doors. This was the room proper, a huge open space with a large fireplace in the middle, and the two walls on each side made entirely of glass. There was a seating area with red leather couches on the left, sunken down slightly, and including a 60" flatscreen. On the right, there was a table that looked like it was made of old reclaimed wood and glass, with chairs around it. Behind the fireplace, there was a faux wall, and behind it was the bedroom. The design of the room had no doors, only an opening between the glass and the wall on each side. They were meant as the entry way. Along the wall they just passed, on te bedroom side, was a credenza, with another 60" flat screen above. The bed was a huge king size, in the middle of the room, and it was floating above the ground thanks to some magnetic magic. The bedroom ended with another faux wall, this one with a large fireplace and a frosted glass surrounding it. On the other side, was the bathroom. The fireplace was actually open to both rooms, and the shower was cleverly placed above it, so that you could be showered in a waterfall and have the fire near your feet, all without being burned. To the left was a huge sunk-in whirlpool tub, big enough for at least a dozen people. This provided a view of the city through the glass wall. The back wall was made of black marble, like the floor, and had his and hers sinks on it, with a stall on each side. The room was incredible, and the view was stunning. The bellhop placed their bags on the credenza, and walked them back into the main area. "Don't worry about unpacking, the butler will be here shortly to see to it, sir." He headed for the door, and indicated a large panel on the side next to it. "There are panels like this all over the room. You can use it to adjust the lighting, the music and the temperature controls. They are also your communications system, allowing you to call for the butler or down to the concierge. If you are all set, I will take my leave now." He reached for the door and opened it to be greeted by a slim asian woman. She was dressed in an elegant black suit, perfectly fitted, highlighting her narrow waist. The pants were loose fitting, but still indicated that the legs underneath were thin and long. She didn't have more than A-cups in the way of breasts, but the white shirt was open to the third button. Her face was cute, most likely Korean, with big almond shaped brown eyes, a tiny pointed nose and slender features. She was cute, to sum it up nicely. The bellhop nodded to her and slipped behind her to the waiting elevator. The young woman, most likely in her very early twenties, came up to Jack and his Slut and introduced herself. "Hi, I am Semmi, and I am your personal butler for your stay. I am available by pressing the white hand button on your communications tablets and through this phone." She handed Jack a small cellphone. It was very basic, just a simple slider with a number pad. But it was made of a metal that almost felt liquid in his hands. It was definitely of great build quality. "Just press zero, and I will be here in a few minutes." she continued. "Would you like anything before I unpack your luggage?" "No, that is fine." Jack answered. "We are pretty tired from a long day, and would like to get to bed. Can you arrange for a reservation to the Spa for her tomorrow, the full works? Anytime in the afternoon will be fine. Oh, and she will need a bathing suit as well, can you take her out to find one after?" "Yes sir, that won't be a problem. Give me a couple of minutes and I will be out of your hair." Jack took his Slut by the hand and brought her to the sofa. He sat down and indicated she should cuddle up to him. "Slut, I am very happy with you. In fact, I am, for the first time in a long time, actually happy in general. For this, you are getting a reward of a spa day tomorrow." "Oh thank you, thank you so much, master!!" She smiled up at him. "Also, I want you to get comfortable here, since we will be staying all week. Tomorrow is your only day off, so use it as you will. I will be gone most of the day, and will probably return around supper time. The rules of the house will apply while we are in the room." She thought back to the rules. The conversation took place only 16 hours ago, but it felt like months. She remembered that she was supposed to have her pussy and tits exposed at all times when in her master's residence, so she hiked up her dress till the tight part around her ass was around her waist, and dropped the shoulder till her tits were exposed. Jack was impressed. He expected her to go to the room and get changed into a corset. She didn't even seem to mind that Semmi was still in the room. Speaking of which, she came out just as he reached up to caress one of his slut's perfect orbs. He didn't drop his hand when she asked if there was anything else. Actually, she didn't seem surprised by it at all. Jack remembered what the waiter had told him earlier. Rich men and young women... These types of establishments didn't find the behaviour surprising. "Actually Semmi, there was one more thing. You see, this woman is my slave. I own her completely. She doesn't have a name, so if you need to address her, you can call her Slut." "Yes, sir." She answered as though it was the simplest request in the world. "Then that will be all. Have a good night." He checked out her rear as she left. The pants were fitted quite nicely around a tiny, yet still round and prominent bum, compared to her thin hips and long legs. Yes, Jack thought, she is definitely fuckable. He turned back to his Slut, looking down at her while still playing with a nipple. "Alright, now that we are alone, I wanted to talk to you. Since last night, I have pushed you to perform sexually in ways I found appealing. I am very proud of you. I like nice things, and I don't mind showing them off, so you can expect that public places are not going to be a safe place for your modesty. "Also, as this afternoon was clearly an indication, I will fuck other women, sometimes with you, sometimes without. I expect you to service other women, and was happy to see you take to it so well. Laura definitely enjoyed your attentions. "So now I am going to give you a chance to tell me how you are feeling about this experience. You must keep in mind I am only asking to satisfy my curiosity, and not to adjust my behaviour, so do not try and manipulate me in anyway. Understood?" "Yes, master, I understand." "Alright then, tell me how you are feeling, slut." "I am feeling great! I have never experienced anything like today in my life. I can't even say I have felt anything like even the smallest part of today with you ever before. I have discovered much about me, like the fact that I actually enjoy pain, and love the idea of being nothing more than an object for your pleasure. "This morning, when you made me get out of the car naked, and when the boys saw me, I discovered that being in public, in compromising situations, made me feel horny like nothing else. I was so excited when I sucked you off, I could feel my pussy leaking. "Then, at the hair salon, when you told them what you wanted me to look like, I felt like a doll, being made to look like someone or something not for my own needs, but someone elses. They ladies kept asking me who you were, and I just told them you were my master and had full say over me. "The shopping trip was so much fun! Laura right away asked me what our arrangement was when she came in to the dressing room. She was actually surprised I wasn't a prostitute. When I told her that you were a rich and powerful man, and owned me, she asked me if I would be jealous if she tried to hit on him. At first, I wanted to tell her to stay away, but then realized that you owned me, and never said I would have you all to myself. I told her to do as she wished. "I never expected her to get undressed and make me try on all those dresses out in the open. But seeing her do it too, and so seductively made me a bit jealous. I started to respond to her movements, and to try to outperform her. "I was jealous when you let her slide down your cock, but I couldn't object since I knew it wasn't my place. I am sorry master, but I hesitated when you pointed at her pussy. Cleaning your cock while covered with both your cum was already beyond anything I had ever done, and I didn't know if I could have eaten out a girl, let alone eaten a man's cum from a pussy. I immediately discovered I loved it, and tried to get all of your deposit out of her. "The supper was delicious, and the poking you did to me with the fork had me so wet and horny I could barely prevent my hands from reaching under the table. The spanking in the parking lot was enough to get me to the edge, and I came harder than anytime before. "But nothing prepared me for what you did to me in the apartment. Being forced to endure so much pain put me into a trance-like state. I had never even considered allowing something into my ass, but I reached an epiphany while in the throws of the excruciating agony you inflicted on me. I don't just want to be your slave, master. I want to give up every ounce of my mind and spirit to you. I want to exist only for your pleasure. Because I now know my true purpose, and I am simply an object for your desire." Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 03 Jack was stunned. In one day, this previously independant woman had admitted all she was was an object for him to use and abuse according to his whims. That is when he realized... he could hate her and be angry at her, but he was never going to be able to stop loving her. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes, and kissed her. She melted with the touch of their lips. He had done everything to her since last night, taking all of her holes, pushing her limits in public and private, but had not yet kissed her. And he was a good kisser. She actually moaned from the kiss. Her skin felt hot, and her nipples became rock hard. Her pussy also started to cream from just this one passionate kiss. He picked her up and brought her to the room. He put her down on the edge of the floating bed and tore off her dress. He pulled off her heels and laid her on her back. Then he got to his knees and removed his shirt before leaning in and licking her pussy. He started at the bottom of her opening, just like last night and licked up and down along her slit. He could still see some of the red marks from the clothespins. He stuck his tongue into her hole and used it like a little dick, then flicked it across her clit while bringing two fingers to bear on her pussy. He ate her till she came, quite a small one compared to all the intense orgasms of the day, but to her, it was incredible nonetheless. He then took off his pants and boxers, and climbed onto the bed. He pulled her into a spread eagle position, head on the pillows, and crawled between her spread legs. He slipped into her warm embrace, sliding his full 9 inches in one movement. He fucked her slowly, while kissing her and nibbling on her pointy nips. He made love to her for almost an hour. She came at least a half-dozen times before he shot his load into her. It was a small load, but for him, it was one of the most exquisite. He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, and she immediately scooted down and put his slowly softening prick into her mouth, She hummed while she cleaned him off, removing all trace of their mingled cum from his member. She then slid back up his body and cuddled up to him. "I love you, master." She said before closing her eyes and falling asleep. "I love you to, my pet." He whispered, to himself, before he joined her in the land of dreams. ------------- Thank you to those who have sent me feedback and comments. I appreciate all the help you can give me. This is my first story, and I started to write without any experience in the matter. Please feel free to send suggestions and criticisms. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 04 Jack woke up Sunday morning to a warm wet sensation around his dick. He lay there for a few minutes and enjoyed the good morning blowjob his pet was giving him. She was working him with plenty of saliva and plenty of tongue action, but wasn't taking it all like he knew she could. Since he knew she could handle it, he opted to take over and put his hand on the back of her head and forced her further. She started to sputter a bit while she got used to the change in pace, but she was deliberately slow to begin to make her master take over and force her down on his cock. It only took about 15 minutes after he woke up, as he felt his climax approaching. He pushed her head all the way down, until her nose was crushed against his skin, and he was sure she couldn't breathe. He held her there as she started to try to get off his cock and her throat started to spasm. The feeling that gave him caused Jack's balls to boil over and shoot their load into his slut's gullet. He held her down for almost 30 seconds, at the end of which she was tossing her arms around trying to release her head and had turned a deep shade of red. He let go and she shot off his crotch and fell off the bed, gasping and coughing. Jack thought this was a great way to wake up, and stretched his arms and neck and rose into a seating position. He looked at his Slut, naked and sitting up while taking large gasps and making a ruckus. He got out of the bed and reached his hand out for her. He pulled her up and ran his left hand through her hair, and took her left nipple between his right thumb and index finger, giving it a slight twist. "Good morning, my little slut! Glad to see you didn't forget the rules... There is only one problem... Where is my coffee?" "I am sorry master," she started, still taking breathes between words, "I hit the button for the butler, but he hasn't arrived yet." "Alright, let's take a shower then I'll figure out the coffee." He gave her tit a nice hard squeeze, reveling in the firmness of the orb and the softness of her skin. The act gave her goose bumps, radiating out from her breast over her shoulders and arms. They walked into the incredibly appointed bathroom and headed for the shower. Just outside there was another panel, and it had the settings for the jets and water temperature. Jack setup for a warm shower with all the jets running, and stepped inside when the panel indicated the water was at his desired heat. He started off by lathering up his Slut. She was obviously uncomfortable, despite being on display in public multiple times in the last 48 hours. When they were together, they had only once showered together, and it was cut short with her kicking Jack out because of her embarrassment. Having him clean her now was difficult to say the least. Since he was aware of this, he made an effort to really push it, by fondling her tits and her ass freely. He cleaned every part of her then handed her the soap to return the favor. After rinsing off, they dried up and slipped into the robes that were provided, finished their morning rituals and went out into the living room. There, Semmi was waiting, breakfast on the dining table with a pot of coffee. "I heard you wake up, so I took the liberty to have your coffee and breakfast ready when you came out." She said. Jack and his slut sat down to eat, when he realized something was wrong... He looked over and his pet had tied up her robe. "Cunt," he asked quietly, "why is your robe tied up? Perhaps you need a refresher on the rules." "Sorry master, I forgot." She dropped her head as she opened the terry cloth garment, and tucked most of it behind her on the chair. Jack reached over and slapped both her tits, hard, to remind her not to forget. Semmi was still standing by the table, reacting only slightly to the smacking sounds, and surprised Jack by asking: "Sir, may I ask what the rules are?" "Well, as I mentioned to you yesterday, this slut over here is my slave. When I took her in, I warned her that when in the comfort of my home, she is to have her cunt and tits on display for my pleasure." "I see sir. Would you like me to follow the same rules?" Jack nearly spat out the bite of bagel he took. After a moment to compose himself, he looked at Semmi and thought about the possibilities. "Well, Semmi, there are more rules than just that. If you follow one, I would expect you to follow all of them. Would you like to hear the rest?" "Yes sir, I would, if you don't mind, of course." "Well, some of them apply to her because she isn't really a person anymore, so I'll skip the ones about ownership of body. "But basically, you must do as you are told, immediately without hesitation. Any disobedience or doubt will be met with punishment. It has a tendency to be quite harsh, as I am sure my cunt here will attest. I will use your's as I please sexually and your body is mine to do with as I please. In your case, you don't have to worry about any permanent changes that I might decide. Also, you are to address me as 'sir' at all times, and speak only when spoken to." "I see sir. I think that would be acceptable." She then proceeded to remove her suit top and pants, leaving her in a white blouse and adorable pink panties. She then put her high heels back on and took off her blouse and bra, revealing cute little breasts, just filling an A-cup. The nipples were dark brown, and tiny. Then she bent over and removed her panties, revealing neatly trimmed pubes in a tiny landing strip above her pussy. Just as Jack had suspected last night, she was a slender girl, with narrow hips and a tiny little slit for a pussy. He twirled his finger, indicating she should rotate. Her ass was cute. Small, but a perfect heart shape and prominent compared to her thin thighs. He reached over and gave each cheek a nice squeeze. She didn't really have the type of body Jack preferred, but he was still extremely turned on from knowing he had control over her. He decided to test it out. He looked over at his pet as she was checking out the Asian girl. "Well Slut, I think you deserve a small gift for your effective alarm this morning." He turned to look at Semmi, "Semmi, go over and make her cum." Semmi looked at his pet and smiled. Then she walked around him and dropped below the table, sticking her head out between his Slut's open legs. She wet her lips and brought them to her pussy. His Slut had never had another girl go down on her. Semmi started by running her hands over her thighs, and kissing her just above her slit. She kissed all over the outside and on the inside of her legs, teasing her. Finally, she stuck her tongue out and ran it along the outer folds of the pussy in front of her. She deliberately kept the contact superficial, continuing to tease the subject of her oral ministrations. The Slut was getting impatient. She was moaning with anticipation, and Jack noticed. Since he already had planned much to do today, he told Semmi she had 3 minutes to finish. If his Slut didn't cum in that time, both would be punished. Semmi went straight to work. She stuck her tongue all the way in to her subject's wet hole. The Slut was surprised; it seemed to reach very deep inside her. And length wasn't all that Semmi's tongue had going on, she was quite dexterous with it, flicking it around with a great deal of precision. She was hitting all the right spots, and within a minute had the Cunt panting. Then Semmi pulled her tongue out and inserted 2 fingers, getting them wet with the Slut's juices. She flicked her tongue on her clit, and Jack got a good look at how long it was. She put her tongue back inside and rubbed the clit near her nose with her moistened digits. Not more than 2 minutes since Jack gave his ultimatum, his slut started to shake in her seat as her climax took over. Semmi was clearly very experienced in the art of pleasing a woman. She even stayed glued to the slit in front of her as it bucked around. After the shaking had reduced to an occasional tremor, she gave one quick peck to the Slut's pussy and got out from under the table. She wiped the fluids off her chin with the back of her hand, and made a slurping sound. Jack thought about his options. He wasn't overly attracted to the Asian butler, but the sight of her pleasing his Cunt was very arousing. "Semmi, while we are here, you will obey me and you will obey my pet." Then, turning to his slave, he added, "and you, my Slut, can use her as you please, but must call her by her name. She is still a person, unlike you. "Semmi, you are not to call her mistress. You may refer to her has Master's pet." Both the women nodded their understanding, and Jack continued: "I have much to do today, but your little show has got me worked up. Come over here and sit on my cock." Semmi came over and opened his robe, and gasped with surprise. "That won't fit in me, sir!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry," he replied, "it will. Cunt, come here and get her ready." His slut got up from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of the girl. She started lapping at the tiny slit, which opened up as her arousal increased. The Slut used a lot of saliva, doing as much as possible to make this easy on her. "You might also want to get my dick wet." he told Semmi. She leaned forward and took the head into her mouth. Jack knew this girl had experience from the way her tongue was working his cock. "I'm not interested in a blowjob. Get it wet, or I'll put it in you dry." The little Korean started drooling all over his member, trying to get as much of her spit on it to help her natural lubrication and the master's pet's saliva to allow the one eyed monster into her tiny opening. When he thought she was ready, he turned her to face away from him and brought her between his spread legs. He dropped her now dripping cunt onto his cock, sliding in almost half. She let out a deep moan, and squirmed a bit on his lap. Jack was extremely horny, and desperately wanted to cum again, despite having finished in his Slut's throat not more than an hour earlier. He pushed her hips down further, not waiting for her to grow accustomed to the girth or concerned for her pleasure or pain. He pushed and slid an inch in at a time, lifting her slightly to increase the force he could use to bring her down. After about 15 minutes of steady effort, he was buried in his first Asian pussy. And it was a tight fit. He could practically touch his fingers around her waist, and she felt light as a feather. Tired of the slow and steady pace, he started to lift her up a few inches and bring her back down, at the same time bringing his hips up to meet her thighs. He was giving her more than half his cock with every pump, and his speed was getting faster and rougher. Jack's Slut was fascinated by the ability of such a small woman to take such a large object in her, and sat transfixed until Jack started to fuck her. She then spread the girl's legs and started licking at her master's nut sack and the clit above it. When Jack felt the warm moisture of a tongue on his most sensitive skin, he knew he was almost at the edge. He then also thought of how hot it would be to cover these two bitches' faces with his cum, so he pulled Semmi off his cock and stood up as she kneeled down. He stroked his shaft quickly, pointing down at her face. The first burst hit her right cheek and left a trail running down and onto her neck, he then got her left cheek with the next shot. He aimed further to his right and got his Slut's right cheek and partially over her nose, and let the rest of his spurts drop over the left side of her face, now being much weaker. When his seed was spent, he sat back down and grabbed the plate of fruits off the table, handing it to Semmi. "I think it's time my Slut finished her breakfast. Clean your face off with some fruit and feed it to her." Semmi took a piece of honeydew and scraped some cum off her face before dropping it into her counterpart's mouth. It took her 4 pieces to get most of it off her, leaving a sticky residue from the cum and fruit juice. "Alright Slut, your turn." His slut did the same, taking various fruit and using the sperm from her face to add some flavour before feeding it to the butler. "Hummm," Jack mused, "you are both still sticky... I think you should lick each other's faces clean." He sat mesmerized by the activity of these two girls, first one lapping up some of the nectar, then the other doing the same. Every few licks, they would kiss each other, using plenty of tongue. He brought them over and had them lick him clean. After a few minutes, Jack got up and headed to the bedroom to get changed. He left them on their knees in front of the dining table, and got dressed in jeans and a polo. He had a few errands he needed to run today, and couldn't keep getting distracted. They were still where he left them when he came out. "Semmi, make sure she gets a nice day at the spa, and don't forget to get a few bathing suits. I'm off, I'll be back by supper." "Yes sir. Would you like anything ready for you upon your return?" Jack thought about this for a few seconds, and whispered his answer into her ear. "Make sure it is taken care of, or you will regret it." He added, out loud. He stepped out of the hotel room and into the elevator. He went into the hotel's café in the lobby, and sat down and pulled out his smartphone to plan for today and the next few days. After a few minutes writing emails to all his clients and informing them he would like to meet them during the week, he contacted his two employees. He informed them that he would like to meet them at the office within the hour. Next, he looked up some real estate agents that specialized in high end properties. He made appointments with two of them for later that day. They were eager to meet when he explained he had inherited a lot of money, this despite it being a Sunday. Finally, he called his lawyer and discussed some arrangements, scheduling a meeting during the week. Two coffees and an hour after he arrived, he left the café to head to his car. He drove to his office and waited for his employees. When they arrived, he explained to them that he had recently come into a bit of money and didn't want to be involved in the daily grind of work anymore. He was offering them each 40% of the company and his services as a consultant, so he could focus on other pursuits. He knew they would work hard, both arriving in the country recently and trying to make a good living to help get their families settled. He let them know the contracts would be ready later in the week, and he had planned meetings with the clients he handled to explain the change in the business. He would like for one or both of them to be there during the meetings, so that the customers would be at ease. They both agreed and he left the office. He drove to the first real estate agency's office. It had an excellent location, in a posh high end district of downtown. The agent was there, dressed in a suit and tie despite the beautiful and warm weather and the fact that it was the weekend. Jack was not very satisfied with this first appointment. The agent seemed too focused on appearance and didn't have much substance. He was pushy, trying to impose his ideas on Jack, instead of listening to what the client wanted. And he didn't take a single note during the whole meeting. After discussing his needs with the man, Jack asked him if he had any properties listed that fit his requirements. The agent told him he would need time to do the research and would get back to him as soon as Tuesday. He left disappointed. Jack really hoped the next agent would turn out better. He was supposed to meet her at a restaurant for lunch, in a nice quiet area of the Old City. When he arrived, he noticed a stunning brunette woman, probably in her early thirties sitting at a table just outside the little bistro. She was dressed in a loose fitting purple top made of silk over a white wife beater, and had on a pair of very short white shorts. Her relaxed summer look was completed with a pair of purple sandals and a pair of large sunglasses. Her facial features were refined, with sun kissed golden skin, a pointed nose and a bright smile. He headed inside, with thoughts of the lady in his head and asked the waitress to be seated at Miss Beaumont's table. The waitress grabbed a menu and walked him back outside and to the table where the beautiful woman was sitting. He introduced himself with much difficulty, and sat down. He was taken aback by how attractive she was. He hadn't noticed in the first glance, but her breasts were enormous. The white top showed a lot of cleavage, and the silk top hung off only one shoulder, letting most of it go exposed. They must have been double-Ds or bigger. She shook his hand as he sat down, his eyes still riveted on the cleft of her bosom. She introduced herself as Francine Beaumont, and spoke a little bit about her experience in the industry and how she catered to a very select group of young, well-to-do people. She loved the challenge of meeting their needs, and prided herself on finding what her clients wanted. She said the last part with an obvious flirty tone, and Jack assumed she was just trying to make sure she had his attention. He explained that he was looking for a place that was ready to live in, but still needed some finishing in parts of the house. He wanted to customize the home to his specific needs on his own time. He knew he wanted separate floors, and would like to stay as close to the city as possible. She took a few notes as he spoke, then repeated his requests back to him to confirm she understood. Jack was impressed by her professionalism. If only he could also remain professional and stop thinking about her body and how it might look with his cock between her oiled tits, or how she might look riding his dick. She caught him ogling her at least a dozen times, but didn't stop him or try to chastise him. She had come prepared, and pulled out her laptop and showed him a few listings that he might like right there, before even getting their lunch. He was particularly enamoured by 3 listings. Francine picked up the phone and called all three owners, and booked the appointments for the afternoon. They then ate their food in a hurry to make it to the first one. Jack was relieved. He expected this whole process to take months, and he was wondering what he would do about his apartment and where they would stay for the next little while. But Francine moved quick, so he figured it would take a couple of weeks to get everything sorted out. After they ate, got into Francine's Mercedes. They visited the houses then went for a drink to go over what Jack thought of each place. The first house was the one he liked the most. It was in an area that was just starting to gentrify. It was a building that used to serve as a warehouse in the early 20th Century, so was wide open and had no divisions on the two lower floors. The top most floor was turned into a loft, with a large kitchen and bathroom, as well as plenty of space to set up multiple bedrooms if needed. He could move in right away, and finish most of the place to his liking. It also had a basement, which was segmented with brick arches. It made for an amazing sight, just a few bare bulbs hanging above this kind of medieval looking area. It turned out the building had been bought to turn into high end condos, but the developer ran out of money and was desperate to sell it. It had been sitting empty for months, so it could be taken over right away. Jack decided he wanted to put an offer on the place immediately, and Francine took care of the paperwork. Since all the stars had aligned, he was able to get an incredible deal, and only needed 600K out of his 2 million dollar budget. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 04 It had been a whirlwind day for Jack, and he was starting to get a bit tired. The realtor dropped him off at his SUV, and he left Francine with her promise that she would call as soon as the owner responded to the offer. He drove to his old apartment and packed up all his essentials. He grabbed his electronic gear and all his clothes, since he didn't need much of anything else, so after loading his effects into his SUV, he went back upstairs an tossed out the mattress. He left the remaining rent he owed on his lease in an envelope in the kitchen, and made a reminder to call the building in the morning. Satisfied that his old life was winding down, he headed for the hotel. The valet was kind enough to have the vehicle parked in a nice secluded area, to ensure he wouldn't get his possessions stolen. He headed upstairs and let himself in, where he was greeted by Semmi, completely naked except for her black heels, standing by the door. "Welcome back sir, may I take those bags from you?" Jack handed her the bags and took a seat on the couch. He flipped on the TV and caught up on sports news. His pet strode in wearing a dark green corset, with black lace decoration, in black fishnet stockings and simple black high heel pumps. The heels were quite tall, but she was managing quite well. As with all the corsets he had selected for her, her fabulous breasts were propped up on display, and her pussy was left bare. She came over and sat down next to him, and leaned over and put her head on his shoulder. "So, my little Slut, had a good day?" "Oh yes master. It was lovely! Semmi booked a nice day at the spa. I got a massage, a facial, they even wrapped me in cloths dipped in mud. It was really relaxing." "Good, good. Now, I have had a long day, and could use some relaxation. Semmi, can you get me a massage? And can you also order some food for dinner. I think I have a craving for Thai." Semmi grabbed her phone from a nearby table and walked away to make the arrangements. A minute later, she was back. "Sir, the masseuse will be up in a few minutes." She then got back on the phone, and placed an order at the restaurant. She had the food scheduled for delivery in about an hour and a half. The masseuse knocked on the door just as Semmi hung up, and she went over and let her in. Jack was surprised to see her naked from head to toe. No shoes, nothing. She had a bag and a massage table with her, that Semmi helped her carry in. The woman was short, no more than 5'4", with small but shapely breasts. Her hair was blonde, in a tight ponytail. She wasn't overly attractive, but wasn't unpleasant to see without a stitch on. "Hello Sir, my name is Tanya. I hope you don't mind, but I will need a few minutes to get setup here. I also took the liberty of removing my clothes as per Semmi's request." Jack just nodded and went back to sports stats that were on his screen. After a few minutes, Tanya came over and offered him her hand and guided him to the massage table. Semmi then came over and started to pull his shirt up, and his pet reached around from behind him and undid his jeans. In a matter of seconds, he was naked. The masseuse indicated he should lie down. He placed his head in the head rest, face down, and waited. He remembered he didn't tell his slave or her friend what to do, so rose up on an elbow and said: "While I am getting a massage, you two should arrange to have everything brought up from my car and put away." Tanya knew what she was doing. After 45 minutes of deep tissue massaging, Jack was completely relaxed. He felt like he was floating. She had worked his back, shoulders and legs till everything was just jello. He even dozed off, and was woken by Tania telling him to turn over. When he did, she worked his arms and hands, and then she climbed up on the table and straddled his torso to work on his chest. She turned around and worked the front of his thighs. She got down shortly after and Semmi walked up. "Sir, everything has been put away. Tania would like to know if you would like a happy ending?" "Thank you Semmi. Actually, can you have my pet come over here? "Slut, please take care of this." He pointed to his now very hard fuck stick. She came over and started to deliver one of her expert blowjobs. Jack just lay there, letting his mind empty, and enjoyed the sensation. He felt like something was missing though, so he asked Semmi to lick his balls. He also told Tanya she could leave, and the table would be sent down when they were done. As he neared his climax, he told both the women to stop and got up. He put his hands in his Sluts hair and dragged her to the couch. "Before I left, I had asked Semmi to take care of something for me. Did she?" He asked. "Yes master, Semmi gave me an enema just a few minutes before you arrived." "Excellent. I wasn't much of a fan of the mess on my dick last night. Semmi, get us ready." Semmi went into the bedroom and returned with the lube. She applied it first to the Sluts asshole, working first one, then two and finally three of her very slender fingers in. She also squirted a generous amount of the slick gel into the pet's rectum directly. Then she applied some to Jack's cock, making sure it was completely covered and shone in the light. He lined himself up with her help, and pushed hard on his Cunt's brown eye. Unlike last night, her ass wasn't trained and opened. It was much more difficult to break through the initial barrier. For the Slut, it was much more difficult because she wasn't as drunk and as overwhelmed by the other factors from last night. Jack was getting impatient, and slapped her ass hard, leaving a nice red hand print. The slut let out a little shriek but her anus remained firmly shut. He then started to smack her ass with both hands, alternating between the left and right. The Slut was focused on the pain, and Semmi finally managed to slip his head in. His Slut gasped with the sudden penetration. It felt even bigger than last night. She was sure he would rip her in two if he pushed himself in all the way. In fact, she was still sore from last night, and she felt more pain than the first time he took her ass. Jack couldn't believe the tightness. His cock was painfully squeezed by her sphincter, more so than last night. But he was determined to use her ass daily, and it wouldn't do to skip the second night. He slowly pushed forward, sinking quarter inch after quarter inch. He was about a third of the way in when there was a knock on the door. Semmi went over and opened it and took the food from the pimply delivery boy. She told him the money would be at the front desk. She turned and shut the door in his face. He didn't have to say anything, he just stood there, stunned at the naked woman who answered the door. She called down and let the front desk know to pay the delivery boy and started to set the table. Jack was still working his cock in. His slut was now letting out whelps of pain with every thrust. He was even more turned on by this, and started pushing harder and faster. Her little gasps had turned into short screams, and Jack just forced the last two inches in, grabbing her around the waist and bottoming out with a powerful jab of his hips. She screamed like a banshee, and Semmi came running over to see what happened. "Semmi, eat her cunt." Jack grunted. He was struggling to keep himself lodged deep in his Slut's bowels. She was bucking and trying to escape the intrusion. His Slut was in so much pain, she couldn't comprehend it. She was sure she had been split in two by his massive log. The last thrust had him in to an area that wasn't even lubed up completely, and she wanted him out. She was screaming for him to let her go, that the pain was too much. He responded by squeezing her hips painfully and yelling: "Take it, slut, take it like the fucking whore you are!" Jack wasn't sure where the anger was coming from. He was glad though, since degrading her was turning him on more than anything lately. For the Slut, being called a whore and being forced to endure the pain was turning to pleasure, especially as she felt the little Asian's mouth sucking on her clit. She was flicking her tongue over the sensitive nub, heightening the sensations she was feeling. The added stimulation allowed her to relax some of the muscles in her tense back and legs, reducing the tightness of her ass. The pain subsided slightly, enough for it to blend in perfectly with the sensations from her clit. Jack stayed buried in her for another 10 minutes after she stopped screaming. He waited till she was on the verge of cumming from Semmi's tongue, and slowly pulled back till only his head was still in the flesh sleeve of her derrière. He leaned in and whispered into her ear: "You have my permission to cum, whore." And he bottomed out, shoving his huge member all the way in in one fell swoop. She again started to scream, but this time it was from her orgasm. She came hard, squeezing Semmi's head between her legs and collapsing forward, Jack started fucking her ass, and she kept cumming, her body losing all control, Jack's thrusts tossing her around like a rag doll. He fucked her ass till he was also approaching climax, but he had planned one more thing. He pulled out and presented his cock to Semmi. She opened her mouth obediently and he shoved as much as would fit in, then pulled back and fucked her face for a few strokes. He left just the head in and shot his load into her tiny little mouth, telling her to hold it. When he was done, she showed him his load, then he pulled his whore up by the hair and told Semmi to drool it all into her mouth. The Slut opened her mouth and received her master's gift. He closed her mouth and told her to swallow. Jack was satisfied. He hadn't said more than a handful of sentences to Semmi, having only met her less than 16 hours ago, and had already made her take his giant tool, eat cum covered fruit and service his pet, and now, gone from one girl's ass to her mouth, and made her share his load. He knew his life now would be focused on turning women into objects for his pleasure. He took both women into the shower, and had Semmi wash himself and his pet. He came out and had her dry the both of them, then put on a robe and told the two of them to stay naked. They sat down and ate the now cold meal, although he had worked up such an appetite it didn't matter. The AC in the hotel room had both the women shivering slightly, and had made their nipples hard as stone. After dinner, he was ready to head to bed. He told Semmi to call the clothing store first thing in the morning and arrange to have all of his purchases brought to the hotel instead of his apartment. He asked her to arrange for delivery between 4 and 5 in the evening. Then he dismissed her and took his pet to the bedroom. He flipped on the TV and started to watch a movie while his pet cuddled up to him and fell asleep. Her soft breathing was the perfect sound to hypnotize him to sleep. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 05 Thank you all for the feedback. I should let you know this story takes much of it into consideration. I have never been in a relationship like the one I describe in my story, and had no idea about the motives and behaviours that are involved. Please let me know what you think of this story. Not much sex involved, more setup for the rest of the story as I have changed direction a bit. I hope you enjoy it, and look forward to your comments. --------------- The next morning, Jack was once again woken by his Slut's soft lips and agile tongue on his morning glory. He enjoyed her work, and shortly, he was ready to explode. After cumming deep in her throat, they showered, then Jack brought her back out into the bedroom and hunted through the drawers to find the toys from his bag of tricks. He wasn't sure where Semmi had put them, and it took him a couple of minutes to find them. He pulled out the largest butt plug he had bought. He bent the cunt over a chair and dropped a large glob of lube onto her anus. He used the tip of the plug to work it into her ass and then started to push the plastic intruder into her asshole. It was slow going, but Jack wasn't looking to hurt her, just start to loosen her up so he could have easier access going forward. After he finally got it in, he admired his handy work. The plug's handle would be a bit awkward, since it stuck out from her ass a little bit when she stood up, and would push the plug in deep when she sat down. He hit the tablet on the side of the bed to bring Semmi up to the room. No more than 30 seconds later, she walked in naked in heels, as she had vowed to do yesterday. "Semmi, I need you to arrange to get a half dozen butt plugs for my Slut here. Make sure they are big enough to train her for my size, and that they have those jewels on the end. They should be designed to be worn all day." "Yes sir. I will have them for you by the end of the day." He told his slut to get dressed casually for the day, panties and a bra would be required. He had a few business meetings today, and wanted her to be presentable since he was handing over his company to his staff, and didn't want to ruin their chances at success. She wore a lacy purple bra and matching thong, and slipped on a casual yellow sun dress. It was the last of the clothes that Laura had prepared for them, and he was looking forward to having all the clothes come in later today. But for now, the dress would do fine. His slut put on the high heeled sandals she had on when she left the store on Saturday, made with a gold material that crisscrossed up her legs till mid-shin. She tied her hair into a ponytail, and the innocent look was complete. If only anyone knew what she got up to when her Master ordered her. He got dressed in a dress shirt and pants, and put on a sport coat to finish the business casual look. He then headed out to the dining room where breakfast was served by the naked Semmi. The look on his Slut's face when she sat down brought a smile to Jack's lips, and the obvious discomfort during the meal had his Slut shifting from side to side trying to prevent the plug from digging into her ass. He figured that wouldn't do for the rest of the day, so he ordered Semmi to remove it from her. His slut got up and bent over the table, and Semmi lifted the dress over her hips. She took the dental floss that was supposed to be the back of the thong out of the crack of her ass, and pulled gently on the plug. His Cunt's ass was so tight, it wouldn't budge with such a soft pull, so Jack got up, came over next to her and unceremoniously yanked it out. The Slut screamed in pain, but judging by the dark spot that formed on her thong, she wasn't going to complain much. He handed the plug to Semmi and went back to eat. "Semmi, please have the car brought out to the front, we should be ready to leave in a few minutes." Semmi straightened out the Slut's thong and dress, then walked over to her phone. Jack finished his last bites, and so did his pet, and then headed down to the car. They drove to his office, where he had her sit at the reception area. He had never hired a receptionist, since he rarely got client's at the office and had an auto-attendant for the calls that came in, but he did have a seating area and a desk in case it was ever needed. He told her that anyone who walked in was to be brought to the conference room, unless the previous person had not left yet. In that case, they were to be seated in the waiting area. She was not to leave her desk unless escorting a client, but she could use the internet to browse for clothes or accessories she thought he might enjoy for her. He then went into the small conference room and got everything ready. He brought out some water and put some coffee on, and waited for his new business partners to arrive. The first appointment was with a long time client, one of the first that Jack had got. Jack explained that he was leaving the company in very capable hands, and would still be available as a consultant to the new team. The client was happy for Jack and looked forward to working with the new guys. This repeated itself till about 3PM, none of the clients being too upset at the change. Jack had always delivered excellent service, and as long as that continued, they would be happy despite a change in management. After the last appointment, he called the lawyer, who said the paperwork would be ready for the next day. Jack spent a few minutes talking to the new owners, and left with his pet. In the car, he asked his pet: "So, how was your day? Find anything interesting?" "Oh yes, master. At least a handful of things you might have liked." Jack handed her his smartphone, and told her to look up the items. He gave her his credit card and told her to order them. He told her they should all be express shipped to the hotel. They arrived at the hotel and went up to their room. Semmi was waiting just inside the door, as was her usual place. Jack asked her if she took care of his request, and Semmi showed them the selection she had laid out on the table in the living room. There were 7 plugs, all of the same size. Each was one as big as the girth of his dick at it's widest, but narrowed before the base. Each one was also a different color, made of a soft touch material. The base of each one was capped with a jewel, in a contrasting color from the plug itself. "I bought one for each day of the week, sir. I hope that is ok?" "That is great, Semmi. Can you take my pet into the bedroom and insert 'Monday'?" Then turning to his slut, he added, "We are home, so get changed. Corset and boots." They stepped into the room, and he sat down at the couch. He received a text message from Francine just as he turned on the TV. It was to say that the offer had been placed, and the answer should come in sometime this evening. He called her right away, and told her he might be away from the phone, so if there was a counter-offer, to match it up to $750,000 or make them wait till she could get a hold of him. He sat down and watched the news. About 15 minutes later, his Slut came in wearing what he asked. Her feet and legs were in leather boots that went up past her knees. The boots had platforms and stiletto heels, reaching a height of over 6 inches and the leather was a shiny black, that clung to her till about mid-thigh. She had chosen a black corset, and had skipped stockings considering the length of the boots. She had undone the ponytail, and her hair draped down in red waves over her shoulders. The tips hung just above her nipples. She had a black head band on to keep her eyes clear, and had added a black choker. He didn't remember giving her the choker, so assumed Laura had thrown it into one of their bags. He had her twirl around to show off her look. He reached up when she had her back to him and cupped her ass. He liked how cute the jewel in her crack looked. He gave each cheek a good squeeze before lightly smacking it. Her ass was amazing, and he couldn't get over how firm it was. It reminded him that he should do something to keep it that way... "Semmi, does the hotel have a gym or sports facilities?" "Yes, sir. We have a full gym on the 11th floor, and a pool on the 12th. There is a whirlpool with saltwater and a sauna on that floor as well. It is open to all our guests." "Thank you, Semmi." He looked at his pet who had taken a seat next to him, "You will need to hit the gym everyday." "Yes master," she said, and added with hesitation, "but I don't really have any clothes or shoes for that, master." "That's something I'll worry about." He replied. He was thinking about this when his phone vibrated. He had received a text from Francine, informing him that the counter-offer was much higher, at $850,000. He decided this was the perfect opportunity for him to get out and get his pet some workout clothes. He also wanted to see Francine's stunning body again. He got his slave's measurements. He knew Laura would arrive soon, so left an envelope with a tip of 500$ for the delivery, and left Semmi with instructions to have a week's clothes put away in the bedroom, and store away the rest for checkout. He let his pet know she could choose what she wanted to wear all week, but she would need clothes to go to work 2 more days this week, and would need some clothes for going out in the evening. He left the hotel and drove to the building he was trying to buy. Jack had decided he wouldn't pay that much, but was hoping to negotiate it down. When he arrived, he found Francine waiting downstairs. She wasn't wearing casual clothes like on Sunday. Tonight, it was all business. She was dressed in a tight business suit, dark red in colour. Underneath was a low cut, silky, cream coloured blouse. She was wearing a skirt that went past mid thigh, and red heels to finish the ensemble. She briefed him on the situation. Apparently the owner was desperate, because the bank was going to hold him liable, and he would be bankrupt if not for the sale. He was trying to squeeze more than he needed out of the property. It would be easy to convince him to come to $700K with only a little pressure. She would do the talking, if Jack agreed. They walked in and headed up the elevator to the top level. The owner and his agent were sitting there waiting. He seemed like a nice guy, offered them some coffee and was generally jovial, despite his situation. Jack was sorry for him, to be stuck in such a jam. They sat down at the table, and Francine started discussing the counter-offer. Jack interrupted her after a minute. "Look, sir, I want this whole building. I assume that you have contractors lined up and know people for materials and all that, right?" "Call me Tim. And yes, if I had the money, I would be ready to start work tomorrow." "Ok, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you seven hundred grand for the building, and hire you to manage the contractors and materials for my construction. I would pay you an extra hundred thousand for the work. Is that something you might be interested in?" Tim sat there for a moment. "Jack, do you mind if I call you Jack?" Jack nodded, and Tim continued, "You should know, this project might only take a couple of months, 6 at the most. Are you telling me you are ready to pay me a hundred grand for such a short period of time?" "Yes Tim, that's what I am telling you. I want to live here, and I don't have any experience with this type of thing. You look like a nice guy, just a victim of the economy. This way, the bank is paid, and you have some work and a bit of money lined up right away. I'll even give you a quarter of the money upfront, and the rest paid out when we reach some fixed milestones." Tim needed to think this through. "Ok, give me a minute with the agent. I'll meet you downstairs." He said. Jack and Francine went downstairs and Jack thought about what he could do with the space. He was considering dividing the building in two. One half for himself, and the other half to make some condos. He was thinking about his plans when Tim and his agent came down the stairs. "I think I like your deal, Jack. I'll take it!" The owner, or rather the ex-owner, had the agent draw up the paperwork right there. The payment was due in the morning, along with the keys. Jack discussed his idea to convert half the building into condos and leave the rest for himself. Tim didn't see much of a problem, since he had the plans and materials to get started on the condo construction right away. Jack scheduled an appointment with the architect that had done the designs, and left. He had just enough time to get to the sports equipment store. He picked up a bunch of workout clothes and a pair of sneakers for his pet and headed out. He couldn't believe his luck. On Friday, he was sitting in his apartment, wondering what his weekend plans would be. Now, he had a woman who had scorned him at his beck and call, staying in the best room in the best hotel in town, and had just bought a building. When he arrived at the hotel lobby, he wrote an email to his bank manager to prepare the check and that he would be in in the morning to pick it up. He checked his schedule on his way up the elevator. It was close to 8:30PM, and he was getting hungry. He wasn't expecting what he saw when he walked in. There was his slut, on her knees, ass up, face buried in between Laura's spread legs on the sofa. Semmi greeted him at the door, and he handed her his bag. He was gobsmacked by the audacity of his slave. Jack cleared his throat, standing right behind his pet. "May I ask what the fuck is going on here, Slut?" The girl turned around and looked up at her master. He looked calm, but she knew she had messed up. He was angry, she could see it in his eyes. "Laura came to drop off the clothes. She helped me choose the clothes for this week and since I was trying on some of them, she also wanted to. We were switching clothes back and forth and we started making out and one thing led to another..." Her voice trailed off. Jack lifted his slut up by the chin, lifting her head to look him directly in the eyes. He didn't even look at the other girl, and said: "Laura, please leave. I need some time alone with this bitch." Laura quickly got up and grabbed her clothes and purse. She had already grabbed the envelope, and was out the door in just a few seconds. He was still staring his pet in the eyes. "I don't remember including eating her out in my instructions to you before I left..." He growled. "And to add to it, you didn't call me master once during your explanation. I am very upset. Why did you decide to act on your own?" "I'm sorry master. I was just so horny. The butt plug was driving me crazy and Laura noticed how wet I was. She started to kiss me and I was really enjoying it. I just had to taste her pussy again, master. I couldn't resist. I'm so sorry, master." "Not yet you aren't." He grabbed his cunt by the hair, and dragged her into the bedroom. He yelled out for Semmi to hear: "Semmi, please arrange to have some food brought up for me. I would like a sandwich and some fries please. And a few beers as well." "Yes sir," came the timid reply from the other room. He wasn't that angry that he caught her with someone else. He was angry that she didn't think she needed to ask for permission. "Lie down on the bed, face down." Jack told her as he pushed her onto the floating mattress. He went to the drawers and pulled out his ropes and his bag of goodies. He took out a long rope and tied it to her left wrist. He then went over the top of the mattress and back down below and across the bottom, coming up and over and tying her right ankle. He then took another rope and repeated with her right wrist and left ankle. He grabbed the pillows and inserted them below her hips and lower abdomen, raising her hips up and pulling her arms and legs taut. He pulled out a gag, one with a large red ball, stretching her jaw and causing her a bit of discomfort. He could hear her trying to complain about the pain, but a quick slap to her ass took care of that. Now she was ready. He didn't plan to hurt her much, but he wanted her uncomfortable. He then pulled out the paddle he had bought. It was black, made of leather. The actual paddle part was about 2 and a half inches wide, and about 5 inches long. He picked this one because it had a design that was embossed in red on it, a simple XOXO. It looked playful as well as severe. He brought it out in front of her, and he waved it in front of her, and brought it down on his hand. The noise was loud and sharp. In fact, not that she knew, but it was designed more for noise than for inflicting a lot of pain. He placed the paddle in front of her on the mattress, and proceeded to remove his own clothes. He took the paddle when he was done, and went behind her. He swung it around in the air for her to hear the whistling sound. Without warning, he brought it down lightly on her ass. She tried to scream, but the gag helped muffle the noise. She had pushed her hips down into the pillows when he smacked her. "Now now, that was a light tap. Don't try to avoid the hits, I want you to keep your ass up. You know the punishment is deserved, so I don't want you avoiding it at all." He told her as he slapped her again. He smacked her ass repeatedly, going from the top of her thighs to the bottom of her back. The goal was more to make noise then to inflict pain. Her ass would be red and feel like it was on fire, but she wouldn't have any trouble sitting in the morning. He was actually starting to think she was enjoying it, especially considering the wetness around her pussy lips. He counted out fifty strokes. Then stopped. He stepped behind her to admire his handy work. Her ass and upper thighs were red, but there was no bruising or welts. He was impressed. He had controlled the strokes perfectly. He walked around her, and pulled her head up out of the mattress. She had drooled around the gag, and her eyes were only slightly open. He bent down and kissed her forehead, then walked out of the room. He grabbed the robe as he was exiting, and put it on as he arrived at the dining table. His supper was sitting on the table. He quickly ate the roast beef sandwich and had a few fries. He opened a beer and drank it down with his supper. As she lay there, tied down, she thought about her predicament. She knew she should have asked permission first. But she got carried away. Laura was so beautiful, and she was flirty and touchy. She couldn't resist. The last few days were so charged with sexuality, it just came to her naturally. She didn't think her Master would be so upset. Although maybe he wasn't... To be tied up so tight, and have her ass spanked, had her in state of horniness she hadn't experienced yet. She could feel the pillows under her get clammy from her pussy juice. She almost came, but because of the gag, she wasn't able to ask permission, so she fought it. It put her in a state of trance almost, trying to resist the urge to let the pleasure explode, while still feeling more build up, like water behind a dam. When he kissed her forehead, she felt shocks fire off from his lips and through her scalp and down her spine. She could actually feel the hair on the back of her neck rise up. She took the time he was out of the room to calm down, and waited eagerly for him to come back in. When Jack walked back into the room after his meal, he realized his pet was trying to say something to him. He came over and listened carefully. He understood after a few tires that her jaw was hurting her. He undid the buckle and carefully pulled out the gag. She opened and closed her jaw, trying to relax the tense muscles. Jack grabbed the lube from the stand. He spread her ass cheeks and grabbed the plug that was firmly lodged inside her. He pulled slowly, trying to get it out without tearing her open. She was incredibly stretched out. He worked slowly. He twisted and he pulled and he twisted some more. He had to add some lube around the edge to help it along. After considerable effort, he released the bulbous object from it's tight prison. Jack's ex, Jack's slave Ch. 05 Her ass was slow to close up, and Jack used the opportunity to squirt some gel into her anal opening. He worked his index finger in, making sure there was good coverage at the opening and the inside of her passage. When he was satisfied, he covered his own cock with ample amounts of the slippery fluid. He was surprised when he pushed the head against her back door, as half his cock slipped in with little resistance, and the other half was buried in just a few more strokes. He started with slow strokes, and sped up as he felt her ass allow it. His Slut was loving it. Having the plug in her ass for a couple of hours had loosened her enough to allow the monstrosity in. All the lube that was sloshing around inside her allowed him to slip in and out easily, leaving her feeling stretched and full, but with only just the right amount of pain. She was constantly moaning into the bed. Jack thrust into her, grunting with the effort. Sweat was dripping off of him, and his Slut could feel it dripping on her ass and back. He sped up until he finally felt himself getting close. He hesitated for a second, then ripped out of her and came all over her ass and back. She screamed with the sudden emptiness, so close to her own orgasm, as he fired several shots, the most powerful of which were all the way up near her shoulder blades. When he was done, he sat back and admired his work. His Slut's tight sphincter was still open, red around the edges. There was lube all over the place, and cum was dripping down her ass, some was running down her thighs, and some was pooling in the middle of her back. It was a right mess. He undid the ropes holding his pet in place. His anger at her had dissipated, and he was worried he might have gone too far and hurt her. She just lay there on her stomach, breathing heavily. He looked at her wrists and ankles. He was worries his ties would have left them chaffed and raw, but his rope work had been good, with only slight redness appearing. He flipped her on her back, and picked her up. He called for Semmi to have the sheets changed and pillows replaced, and carried his charge into the bathroom. She kept kissing his chest and neck as he held her up. He tilted his head, and despite the drool all over her face, he kissed her lips and let his tongue dance with her's. He couldn't get the whirlpool started at the same time as he was holding up his Slut, and was wondering how this was going to work... Then he realized he had a butler in the room! "Semmi," he shouted out, "can you turn on this bath for me?" Semmi came in quickly, and pressed a few buttons on the panel. The whirlpool had some sort of a special system to fill it, because it only took a minute before the water had reached the edge. The whole time, he kissed his pet, her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. When filled, he stepped carefully I'm the tub, making sure he didn't slip and drop her. Once inside, he delicately sat her on one of the reclined moulded seats, and tapped the panels to start the jets. She looked up at him with a smile. "May I speak, master?" She asked. "Yes my pet, you may." "I am sorry, master. I shouldn't have started to play with Laura without your permission. It's just that I had never felt that way, such an urge to be with a woman before, and lost control." "Will you remember tonight the next time you decide to do anything without asking me first?" "Oh yes, master, I won't forget." "Alright, then your punishment served it's purpose. We won't speak of it again." He looked at her as she relaxed in the turbulent water. He was starting to realize his anger at her, at what had happened between them in the past, was completely gone, replaced by the love that he used to feel. "I am sorry," he said, "I am so sorry, Tamara." "What do you mean, master?" She asked. "Let's drop the act for a few minutes, ok? I want to talk to you as a person. I am sorry, because I have treated you horribly. I am sorry, because I was angry at you, and I took it out on you in a terrible way. The first thing I should have asked you when you walked into my door the other day was how you were dealing with your loss... Instead, I bent you over and took advantage. I didn't even hesitate when you handed me the money, I even started spending it like crazy. I'm terrible. I am so sorry." He put his head in his hands, unable to look at her from shame. "Master? I didn't need you to ask me anything. I came to you because I wanted to forget about the past, and I trusted you to make sure I was taken care of. I was in a bad place after my mother and sister died. If it hadn't been for that wonderful man, the lawyer, I would probably have killed myself. He gave me a reason to keep going. I was afraid after the settlement, I would be left alone again, and would start thinking those dark thoughts. I found out where you lived, and came to you because you are the only person I knew wouldn't send me off. I gave you all the money because I didn't want to worry about such a large sum. I knew you were good with that stuff, and I didn't want it or need it." She paused for a moment, and Jack raised his head. The scene was surreal, she was laying there, in a hot tub, naked with him. And she was making him feel better for abusing her the way he did. Then she continued, "I have to admit, I didn't know what I was getting into. I expected you to take charge, but the anger was a bit of a surprise. To be honest, I was more worried you wouldn't be able to really push me. I thought you might still be the adorable and loving guy you used to be, that you would accept my offer, but then just tell me to do a few things, all timid. I didn't expect you taking me the way you did the first night, and didn't expect you to show me off the way you did. I even figured at some point you would make me enter a threesome with you. Your rules made it clear. I mean we talked about it all the time before, when we were together, right? And I really haven't been upset by anything you have asked. So far... There is one thing, if you would allow me to say?" She waited a second, and Jack nodded for her to go one. "Can you try not to sleep with every girl you meet? I kind of would like to have you with me more. I do like Laura though, and Semmi has a wonderful tongue... But I don't want to be second place to everyone." She put her head down after she asked. She had given herself to him without conditions, and he had given her a chance to leave before accepting his rules. She wasn't sure how he would react to being asked to be more exclusive with her, and at such an awkward moment. "Tamara, I am so sorry. Yes, of course. I'll keep it to you only." "Master, I didn't say I wanted you to be only with me, just to allow me a bit more of a primary position when we are with someone else. That's all." "Ok, I will. In fact, I'm tiring out with all the sex lately as it is. I wouldn't mind slowing down." She laughed when he said that. He hadn't realized it, but he hadn't heard her laugh in so long, not since they were still together. He missed the sound of it. "Tamara," he said, as he moved next to her, and took her chin in his hand, "Tamara, I want you to know, I love you." She smiled and kissed him, and when they broke it off, she added, "I love you too. "But stop calling me that. I don't want to be her anymore. Just your pet. Maybe you could give me a new name now, if you want?" Jack thought about it for a second. "I don't know what I will call you, but while I think about it, how about I call you my pet? It's not as rude as the things I have been calling you, and it is kind of sweet." "I like it, master. But you can call me slut or cunt, I kind of like being a whore for you..." She smiled seductively as she said it. He kissed her again, "Well, my little slut, better get washed up. I bet you are hungry? I'll have Semmi bring something up. Meet me in the living room when you are ready." "Anything I should wear?" She asked. "Whatever you want," he paused and smiled devilishly, "but remember, the rules still apply." He got out of the tub and stepped into the shower. She closed her eyes and lay there, and was still in the same state when he stepped out and left the bathroom. He was happy. He knew where he stood, and finally had let all his rage out. He had a nice place getting ready for them, and he was meeting the lawyer in the morning. He was going to have his business transferred, then take her away for a few months while everything was getting ready in the building. He couldn't believe how everything fell into place so well. Semmi had them bring up his pet's favourite food, a cheeseburger with fries. He also had a nice bottle of wine brought up to share with her. When she finally stepped into the dining room, she was clad in beautiful silver heels, about 5 inches tall. The design was like a bunch of random stripes that cross crossed all over, up to her ankle. She had also put on plain black hold up stockings, with lace around her thigh and a seam running up the back. And that was it. Her long red hair was in a ponytail, still wet, giving it a much darker shade than usual. But her eyes were smiling along with her lips, and he was filled with a sense of joy he didn't remember having for a long time. She sat down, and in a most unladylike manner, practically inhaled her food, with occasional sips of wine between bites. He just watched her, and once even cleaned off some ketchup that had landed on her exquisite left breast. It took her only 10 minutes to be done with the food, and they both went into the living room with the wine and sat down to watch a movie. Jack dismissed Semmi, and they cuddled and enjoyed the movie together. Jack even filled her in on everything that he had planned for his business and the new home he was building for them. He left out the travel plans, since he wanted to surprise her, and he still had no idea where they were going. She was ecstatic, and even asked if she would be allowed to help design the new place. He told her he would have her in the meeting with the architects, and they could design it together. After the movie, the wine was gone, and his Pet was horny as she always got after a few drinks. She climbed up on him and rode him. He kept kissing her and sucking her nipples. There was no aggression, no force to it. It was just two people who loved each other making love on a sofa. But even then, she surprised him. With breath short, she said: "Master, may I please cum?" He was a bit surprised, he didn't expect her to keep up the act tonight. He quickly accepted, and she slammed down on him as she started her orgasm. He watched as her eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened and let out a soft moan. He could feel her grinding her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against him, as her pussy contracted and pulsed around his cock. Her skin blushed crimson, and the sheer sensuality on display put Jack over the edge, and he brought his hips up a couple of times before joining her in their shared bliss. When both came down, he picked her up and went to the freshly made bed, and they crawled in to fall to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms and legs.