2 comments/ 26720 views/ 3 favorites Learning to Submit By: CuervoGirl You don't know how you ended up in this position- naked, chained to your bed, blindfolded. You don't know who is responsible for it, if its your friends having fun with you after last nights party in which you are fairly sure you passed out in the living room, on the coffee table. Or if this is the work of HIM. You don't know if you're alone; you hear voices and laughter; but it could be the television; once again left on from the party. Alone in the room, you shake. Questions fly through your head. You are vaguely aware of a light; though you more feel it than see it. Footsteps come through the room; start at the door, make their way to the foot of your bed, and stop cold. You feel eyes gazing down upon your naked body; You shiver and feel your pussy give away your true feelings. Though you are scared; you are also excited. "Who are you?" You whispher. A voice, very close to your ear, though the body has not moved from the base of the bed, says, "I am your Master now." Chills shoot through you. It is HIM. Your nipples begin to harden as he continues. "Everything will be fine. You are under my control now. No questions; Just do as I say. Disobey me, and you will be punished. Obey me, and you will be rewarded. Do you understand?" Too excited and scared to speak, You can only nod. Lips gently graze your neck as he kisses you softly. "Good, my pet. We will begin." Strong hands are resting upon your hips; thumbs caressing your skin gently. His face is resting between your breasts, alternating kisses and licks to your nipples; pullng them taut with his teeth. You moan and squirm, your pussy growing hotter, wetter by the second. Each burst of fire is quickly cooled by a lick of the tongue; though they grow further between as he continues to bite down. Slowly, he circles each breast, stopping in certain points to break skin, to make you scream, to let blood run down your body. You are dizzy with excitement, loving each drop that falls, loving every bit of pain that shoots through your body, begging and moaning out his name, silently screaming for more.... He works his way down, following a trail of blood down your belly; down to your pussy. By now you are soaked; and the mattress below shows it. His tongue flicks out over your thighs; savoring every drop on them. You shake, unable to move as he begins to tease and torment your pussy... That skilled tongue...Slowly, sweetly, running from top to bottom carefully, pausing at your opening, dipping inside quickly; just long enough to make you moan.... The tease is torture for you; but worse still for him; as he abandons the slow licks in favor of sucking your clit straight into his mouth. Restrained, you try to arch still, moaning out his name as he holds your hips in place, you and your soaked pussy at his mercy.... Your body tightens; you can feel a powerful orgasm coming on. Your knees go weak; his tongue stays where it is, but flicks gently now over your clit, over your jewelry, a finger lightly circling your tight entrace...You're so close to cumming, you've moaned his name, and suddenly he stops. "Do not cum yet, baby..." he says to you. "Wait it out one moment...." And thought you try to will your body into holding off, the surge is just to great; you mumble an apology, and black out as the power of your orgasm racks your body... When you awaken, you are still chained up, but no longer blindfolded. There is a note placed on your chest, as you struggle to read: My pet: You did not obey; and now you will be punished. You have yet to learn that your Master comes first; and that you are here to serve and submit to Me. I hope that a little time alone will help you realize that. -Master With a sob, you turn your head, and wonder when he would return. How long had he been gone anyway? How long had you been out? Once again, questions race through your mind. And only time will bring answers... You lie there for hours- or it feels it anyway. Your wrists and ankles ache from being held. Your body aches from the pure pleasure it went through. You hear nothing but sweet silence, see only blackness in your room, feel only still, cold air on your nude flesh. Your eyes drift shut, thinking perhaps you'll sleep a bit before HE returns... The door opens slowly before that idea can fully form. A burst of air tightens your nipples, creeps up your body the way you wish he would. The way he will in only moments. "My pet." He says, soft, low. You have yet to turn and face him. "Have we learned our lesson?" You nod, weakly. Perhaps you'd been here a bit too long. Perhaps you are weakened by the sight of him, perhaps it was being captive for so long. Perhaps, the one thing that fuels you on- HIS DOMINANCE- Is the one thing that keeps you hostage, even if you have the freedom to leave. "Well?" He smiles, you can feel it as he steps towards you. "What is the lesson, my pet?" You swallow. "Master comes first." You say quietly. "Louder." His hand is upon the nape of your neck, inching towards your hairline. You tremble, wanting him to pull again, to prove his dominance... "Master comes first." You say, a bit louder. "My masters' needs come first. His wants, desires, everything...I am only his toy, his pet, his submissive. He is everything and He shall come first." It must have been the right thing to say, as He now lays beside you and lightly kisses your lips. "Yes, my pet, I believe you've learned your lesson." He sits up a bit, and places a knee on either side of you. Directly in front of you is the head of his thick cock. "Prove it." Slowly, you take in the head, sucking gently, feeling him get hard in your mouth. You run your tongue slowly down his cock, savoring the taste, taking half of his cock in your mouth at once. You torment him like he did you, going slowly up and down, driving his thick shaft to a full erection. He doesn't expect what you do next- he never does. Slowly you take him all, locking eyes with your master as you do, push him further, and deepthroat his huge, thick, cock. He groans and works a hand into your hair. Pulling your head up, you suck him harder, faster, deepthroating several more times before feeling him tighten... He groans your name and you feel your mouth fill with his cum. You swallow carefully, thick jets of cream flying into your mouth, down your throat. He pulls out with a pop, his cock still half hard. You savor the taste of him; the salty sweetness of his cum; the way a man should taste. With a smile, he says, "Yes, my pet, You have learned." You smile back at him, feeling your pussy grow damp as he stands before you. He unties your wrists and ankles; but climbs back on top of you. "I'm not quite finished with you; but I won't make your limbs suffer anymore." he says, biting a nipple gently. "Sleep, or you'll be of no use to me.." You awake several hours later. Master had put your body through a pleasurable torment; the luxury of regaining strength became a necessity if you were to be useful to him. And so sleep you did; curled up under blankets as the restraints had been removed. For the time being, anyhow. You had awoken to the jerk of a wrist as they were fastened once more to the headboard, ankles pulled apart gently and secured to the foot of the bed. Your eyes flew open to blackness. The blindfold was back. You are aroused; curious; and scared. You tried to call out- Instantly, a hand covered you mouth. "Shhh, my pet." He says, a quick nip to your ear. "Just relax..." He bites gently at first, beginning with your ear, moving along to collarbone and neck. Teeth sink deeply into you, breaking the skin immediately. You cry out as blood flows down your body, mingling with drops from earlier. As you cry out, He simply latches onto another part of your body, sucking and biting lightly. Your body is on fire, but it's a different fire this time. This is a fire that won't easily be cooled. You wish to be ravished; yes; but it's impossible for Master to bite each of your spots all at once. And that is what will cool this fire... He breaks the skin in each spot, new blood rushing down the surface of your body. You continue to cry out, to push against your restraints, to need him inside of you. Your pussy is drenched, spilling out onto the bed beneath you. He bites the top of your breast and slides his thick cock inside of you. And suddenly, your in for more than you bargained for. Crying out as your tight pussy is stretched from his cock, your brain takes time to register two things that the blindfold does not allow you to see. One- Master has slid inside of you, but is not lying on top of your body. In your minds' eye you can see him between you, bone upon bone, thrusting harder inside of you, taking in the sight of your naked body covered in spots of blood from the Vampiric adventure you've had. But still... The second thing you register is that while Master cannot possibly be still biting you, you are still being ravished. There are teeth biting all over you- one atop each breast, one upon each side of your neck, and one on each wrist. All of your erotic spots are being pleasured. You are completely on fire as each break in the skin causes orgasmic bliss to overtake your body. You scream out for Master, seeking permission to cum, to share in his orgasm. He leans down and kisses you, pulling your tongue into his mouth. He bites on your lip before shooting off hot cum inside of you. Only seconds later, you join him, screaming out his name, and going limp against the bed as the intensity of the days adventure weakens you. He kisses you gently; removes the blindfold; and you see that the unknown biters had vanished. He unties your weak body and puts everything away... Well, away for now... Learning to Submit It started with an innocent compliment via text. Friends of friends, they had recently been put back in touch. Clearly each had kept the others phone number - she knew why she had.... But wondered if his reasons were equally as debauched. They texted back and forth, innocent newsworthy nuggets at first but quickly the chat turned flirty. The next day, flirty bordered on dirty. An attraction had always been obvious between them, but they had never been single at the same time. One night a few years before, desite the fact that they both had a partner, they had shared a dirty secret phone call... The memory of hearing him groan in orgasm had stayed with her since. It was a thought that never failed to make her clit tingle. Like a confessional, they used the detachment of texting to admit their lust for one another. The chat turned to sex. She was hesitant at first, and reluctant to trust him, fearing that he was using her texts to amuse his friends. His reply texts were worded in a way that soothed her fears and had her believing that he was indeed alone and just as confused as she was. She woke one Monday to discover that he'd already text despite the fact it was only 7am. The texts bounced back and forth almost continuously all day. A strange bond was formed, and they conversed freely. Some of the texts were cheeky, some were funny and some made her cheeks deepen in a blush. He got her to open up to him and reveal her secrets. After hearing him confess that anal play turned him on she took a breath and owned up - it had always been her dirtiest fantasy too, one that could have her cumming hard in seconds. She often used a finger in her ass as she rubbed hard on her own clit, fingers soaked in her juices, panting, wishing for a nice fat cock to fill her up. She admitted hesitantly that she'd never tried it, but that she would have if her ex had been more forceful with her. He rewarded her admission with a close up photo of his hard cock, glistening with a delicious drop of pre-cum. It made her instantly wet, her tongue running around her lips as she imagined tasting that delicious drop. Unable to resist, she asked if he'd ever had the pleasure of a finger up his ass while fucking - the answer was no, but the speed with which the reply text arrived made her think that the thought excited him. She decided to test this - she gave him an order and waited for his reply. She had asked him to lie back, grip his buttcheeks in both hands and pull them apart. She texted again, got him to repeat it, but this time to open and close them. The reply was positive - feeling his anus stretch as the cold air hit it had his cock jerking and cum was flowing freely from the throbbing head. Next step was to make him touch his ring. He complied, and after being ordered to rub it gently he was on the edge. She told him to find a lip salve tube and some lube. After running a line of lube up the crack of his ass, she ordered him to touch his anal opening again, but this time to pop his fingertip inside. Texting was becoming too hard by this point so she called him to listen. Without so much as a hello, he told her to shut up and listen. He told her to lie back, bring her knees up to her chest and put a drop of lube on her own finger. Being told what to do sent a jolt of excitement through her, she realised how much she had longed for a dominant man. He ordered her to rub her little puckered asshole with her lubed fingertip - it was a dream come true, and she felt the juice from her pussy escape, running down her ass crack to further lubricate her tight hole. His voice in her ear was low, deep and firm - she began to realise that she was no longer the one in control. He ordered her to find something long, hard and thin. Leaning across to her dresser she grabbed the first thing to hand - a double ended, fat mascara tube. He allowed her some more lube... But only after he'd made her beg for it, the whimper in her voice causing his fat cock to jerk out more pre-cum. At the same time, he ran some lube over the small smooth plastic tube in his hand. He ordered her to do the same as he pushed the tip of it to his tight, sensitive anal ring. He heard her groan as the mascara tube invaded her ass. She described the feeling of fullness with a catch in her voice, getting hotter by the second as his breathing quickened. In unison they each started to fuck their own asses. He had his fist clenched around his cock, pumping it hard. She had 2 fingers deep in her pussy, her thumb brushing her clit with every stroke. Unable to hold back, they exploded into orgasm at the same moment, his deep groans mingling with her screams. "Sweet dreams"..... Learning to Submit Ch. 01 It was last year: I had just started my new job and had just gotten engaged to be married. I am a young professional woman just out of school, and at the time of this story I was 27 years old. I was excited about getting married and starting my career, but I had something to do before I got married. Little did I know that I would continue doing it after my marriage! My name is Cecile, and I love my husband Joey, although he is not popular with my family and friends. He and I have something special together that no one else saw then or sees now. Despite my strong feelings for him, I can never tell him about the sluttish things I did – and do – with one of my friends from school, Brad. Brad and I were friends from day one at law school, and I could tell that he wanted in my pants from the second he met me. Brad is brash where Joey is refined. They are as different as can be, but it is that difference that led me to Brad's arms. By time I was engaged I knew that before I got married I would have to sample his wares. He still leered at me when he thought I wasn't looking (or even when he knew I was), so I figured that it would be an easy sell. I called him up one day while I was at work. I called from my cell phone after stepping into an empty conference room. He picked up after the second ring, and my heart was racing. "Hello." "Hi, Brad, it's Cecile..." "Sealey! How are you doing?" He had a habit of shortening my name to Seal or Sealey, and we both knew that he was the ONLY person who could get away with calling me that. "Brad, things are good. I have something to discuss with you, though. It's very important, and I need you to be discreet." "Sure, Cecile, what's up?" He sounded concerned. He was brash, but I hoped that our years of friendship would mean enough to him that he would be discreet about what I had in mind. "Um..." I said, chickening out. I realized that if I didn't bring it up now I never would. "I want you to fuck me." I blurted, and immediately blushed red and wanted to hang up the phone. "Cecile? You want me to fuck you?" He sounded so natural, like I had asked him for a ride home after a game of golf. I didn't know what to say. "Seal," he continued "I've wanted to lay the nuts to you since I first saw you, but I need to know what the deal is here." Lay the nuts to was one of his favourite sayings. He would often show up to school, hung over, and tell me how he had 'laid the nuts' to some 19 year old tramp he found at the bar the night before. He was a hound and he knew it. And it was the fact that he was a hound that made me want him. "Brad, you've told me about how you sometimes get... rough... with the, the... women you meet. I have to tell you, I'm curious, and Joey is not up to the job." "Shit, you meant it when you said 'discreet', didn't you?" "Yes, Brad, please tell me that you're not freaked out." I could hear him smile over the phone, and my panties got moist. "Sealey, rough is what you want, and so rough is what you'll get." I couldn't respond, I was on the verge of orgasm. Hearing him agree to fuck me, having been so sexually open with him, and the very situation of arranging infidelity while high above the city in an office tower at work had made so hot. All I could to was breathe raggedly. "Seal, do you want me to call you dirty names?" "Uh huh..." I panted into the phone. "Bitch, do you want me to spank you when you disobey?" "Oh, Gawwwd..." I moaned too loudly. "Whore, do you want me to dominate you and make you do dirty things that Joey has never even thought of?" When he mentioned Joey I exploded in orgasm at the thought of how Brad was going to make me his whore while Joey was off at an art showing or the ballet. I stifled another moan into the phone. "Seal, meet me for lunch today. We'll go to our regular place at 12:15." He then hung up, not even asking me if I could make it. I knew that I would be there. I went back into my office with my face flushed and, I was worried, a wet spot visible on my pants. I cleared my calendar for lunch and tried to work for the rest of the morning. When we met for lunch, nothing seemed out of place when I first saw Brad. As we climbed the stairs to the restaurant, however, he very casually and briefly swept his hand past my bottom. We found a table and sat. "Brad, I'm looking forward to what you have in mind, but you can't grab me in public. I said DISCREET." He agreed and apologized, and we went on as normal, chatting and gossiping until our meals arrived. He looked around, and then told me that he had some ground rules. "Seal, if we're going to do this thing, you have to trust me. I won't touch you in public, because you're right, it's a small town. However, when we're alone and playing, you have to agree to do whatever I say. You will have a safe word so that you can stop our games, but aside from that you have to be ready for anything." I was dripping. "Yes, I'll be ready for anything." "Mistake number one: You didn't call me Master. When we are alone, that is what you will call me. Got it?" "Yessss, Master," I hissed at him. My vision was blurry, I was so horny. "Okay, you said that Joey is out of town this weekend, so be at my place at 7:00 am on Saturday. Wear those peach coloured pants and the white blouse, you look hot in that. Take this apartment key and let yourself in and come to the bedroom." With that, he was up and gone. Joey would be out of town for four days, not just the weekend, and I wondered – and worried – what Brad had up his sleeve. On Saturday morning I got up and showered, thankful that Joey's plane left at 3:00am. I got dressed and agonized over which bra and panties to wear. Brad didn't specify, and so I was not sure what he wanted. I was sure that he wanted something slutty, which I really didn't have. I pulled on my laciest set and hoped that it would be okay. It seemed weird to be walking out of the house on Saturday wearing a work-suit, but it's what Brad wanted. I got to his apartment on time and walked down the hall to his suite. I let myself in, feeling weird about just walking in to someone else's apartment. I heard Brad snoring from the bedroom. I made my way to the bedroom and I was surprised and disgusted by what I saw. Brad's room smelled like a brewery, which was to be expected, because he had two girls in his bed with him, and they had obviously all been drinking It was clear that Brad had had his way with these two girls, both of whom appeared to be in their early twenties. I stood there unsure of myself. I cleared my throat until one of the girls woke up. She looked over at me. "I, uh, I have an appointment... with..." I stammered "my Master." I was staring at the floor by the time that I was done. Brad woke up to my voice. He looked hung over and grumpy. He told the two girls to leave, now. They looked angry, but picked up their clothes and walked out of the bedroom while still getting dressed. I watched them finish dressing and go out the front door. I walked after them and locked it. I came back in to his room. "Friends of yours?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ugh, they are sisters or something. I don't know, we fuck sometimes. I met up with them at a bar last night and one thing led to another." I felt a pang of jealousy, which was absurd. I also felt a wave of sexual heat at the thought of Brad having sex with sisters. "Get your ass over here," he said as he sat up in bed. I walked to the bed. "Okay, let's pick a safe word for you. Pick something that you can remember and that's distinctive." "How about 'light bulb', Master?" I was getting into the 'Master' routine and it was turning me on. "Good enough, bitch. Now, I can tell that you need some punishment already, because you disobeyed me before you even go here. You're wearing underwear. I told you to wear pants and a blouse: whores don't get to wear panties around here unless they ask permission. Strip." And it started, just like that. I was burning bright red, and hornier than I had ever been. I pulled off my clothes and stood there before him, stark naked. "Good. You're even better looking than I had hoped. Now, do whores wear panties around here?" "No." SMACK! He slapped me – hard – right on my left bum cheek. "No, Master!" I didn't need to be told what I had done. He stood up and I saw that he was naked: and erect. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bathroom. "I was going to start out slowly with you, but I think that you need some "Shock and Awe" to show you who's boss. How well do you suck dick?" "Not well, Master." Truth is, I never do it to Joey, because he's too polite to ask. I hate doing it, but I was soon to realize that Brad wouldn't take well to that. "Kneel." I did. I soon realized what was happening when he sat down on the toilet. The few times that I've been drunk, I have had stomach problems the next day. Brad drinks all the time, and I was soon to find out that he has disgusting movements the next morning. Sitting on the toilet, he grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face to his erection. I opened my mouth, remembering the smack that I had received a moment before, and before I knew it his penis was in my mouth. "Suck." It was awful. This is still what I dislike the most about my playtime with Brad, but I realize that it's the degradation that I crave. His dick smelled of faeces and tasted awful. His precum was leaking into my mouth, and I knew that he was going to shoot off into my mouth, too. His bowels started to move while I was giving him head. He was pulling and pushing on my ears to force me to give him head faster and faster. Without even realizing how horny I was, I exploded in orgasm. The degradation made me not even realize how aroused I had become. Now, of course, a year later, I no longer draw a distinction between arousal and degradation. Brad snapped me back to reality from my orgasm by shooting off into my mouth. "You little fuckslut, you don't come without my permission. You WILL pay for that." He yelled at me and called me names while he held my mouth at the base of his dick, it shooting come into my mouth. I was terrified and yet in heaven. After he finished shooting he pulled my head from his cock. "Lick it perfectly clean," was all he said. I happily lapped at it, on the verge of another orgasm. Here I was, a prim and proper young professional, engaging in the most degrading acts of infidelity with a man who could ruin my career, and I was more turned on than I had ever been. "Now, clean up underneath." I didn't know what he meant. It soon became clear by the smug look on his face, though. I reached for the toilet paper dispenser and he yanked on my hair. "Use your hand, bitch. You haven't earned the right to use toilet paper yet. Hell, by next week you'll be begging to use your mouth. Now, get your left hand under there and get it as clean as a whistle." Next week? He couldn't be serious. This was supposed to be a one time event. I decided to revel in the degradation rather than bring it up. I reached my left hand between his legs, and at first put it in too far. My hand hit the water and I flinched in disgust. That water, full of his waste, had just touched my hand. It got worse, though, as I scraped my hand along his crack, and scooped the faeces from his anus. It was hot and slimy and got all over my hand. When it was as clean as I could get it, Brad stood up over me. "Sit on the floor, whore." I sat back down on my butt from the kneeling position I had been in. My hand smelled terrible and had a lot of faeces on it. I was overheating with lust. "Now, here's the deal, cunt. Wash your hand after looking at it and sniffing it. Of course, you'll also have to thank me for what just happened before you wash, as well." I brought my left hand to my nose. My engagement ring was covered, which heightened my arousal. I sniffed deeply, the smell disgusting and arousing. "Oh, God, thank you." He pushed my hand onto my nose. "Uhh, Master...thank you Master" I quickly corrected myself. "Wash it, bitch." I stood up and washed my hand in the sink. As I did so, Brad pulled off some toilet paper and ran it over his own ass. It did not come out clean. "You useless bitch. I told you I wanted it clean." "I'm sorry, Master. I did the best I could." "Bend over, put your hands behind your back." I did as instructed. "Close your eyes." I did and the world went dark. Brad then balled up the toilet paper and pushed it up my left nostril, so that I could smell what I had missed. "I'll be back in one second, whore, so don't you move an inch." I stood there, bent over with my face inches from the mirror, yet unable to see through my closed eyes. I heard Brad leave and then re-enter the bathroom. He tied my hands with something and then told me to open my eyes. "There, I tied your hand with your panties so that you can't squirm more than I want you to. Now for the second part." With that, he leaned forward, pulled the toilet paper from my nostril, and forced it into my mouth. I was so wet that I could feel my juices running down my legs. What happened next terrified me. I saw that Brad had brought back one of his belts with my panties. He saw the terror in my eyes. "It'll be easier on you if you relax, whore. Don't you dare scream when I beat you. If you want me to stop, just spit out your toilet paper and say 'light bulb', it's your safe word. If you use it, all games will stop and you will have to go home." As terrified as I was, I knew that I would take the punishment. Brad started beating me mercilessly. I took 12 lashes, and the toilet paper muffled my screams each time. While in the haze of pain and arousal, I contemplated my situation. This was so raw, so sexual, it was like nothing that I had had (or have had yet) with Joey. It was clear that Brad was in control. It was also clear that I loved it. Was it a hold-over from childhood? Some kind of fixation borne of my soft-spoken father? I didn't know. All I knew was that I had to exert more control than ever not to have an orgasm while he beat me. When he was done, Brad rubbed some cream into my cheeks, which soothed the pain a lot. He then ordered me to kneel in front of him again. I looked forward to him letting me spit out the toilet paper, as I expected that he wanted more oral sex. What he said surprised me. "Seal, you need to make a choice. I have wanted you for so long; I don't think that I can continue this tryst of ours without getting attached to you. I'm not asking you to leave Joey: he's obviously a better husband for you than I'll ever be. But, you need to decide right now if you want to do this on a regular basis, or if today will be the only time. If you want to be my slave on an ongoing basis, spit out that paper and suck my cock. If you want this to be the only time, spit out that paper and tell me so. Take your time and be sure of your decision, after you decide we'll have some fun in the shower." I knelt there, my mind in turmoil. Brad has feelings for a woman? I had never heard him refer to woman as anything more than sexual creatures (with the exception of several of our mutual female friends. Past that, could I maintain a regular slave/master relationship while married to Joey? I knew that I could keep it from Joey. I would have to, as I was not going to live without the sexual excitement that Brad offered. I looked up at Brad, and the worried yet hopeful look on his face almost made me melt. I spit out the toilet paper. I thought after I answered him that his come tasted great. Learning to Submit Ch. 01 Violet stood nude, wind striking her most sensitive parts. Cold sand was under her feet. Her hands were tied high up on the crossbar of the lifegaurd station. The muscles of her stomach were stretched tight over her ribs. Her big breasts hung low but the nipples were peaked, hard like diamonds, from the wind and oil He had coated her 19 year old body in. She was young; much younger than He. It was awkward for her to be with Him in public but she was His slave and she must do whatever He saw fit for her, publicly or privately. The first days after acquiring her He kept her constantly stimulated and locked away. Often He was brutal on her young and untrained body. Days afterward He groomed her to His liking, put her on a strict exercise regiment, and pleasured her mostly to her liking, with the exception of the water and enima discipline. She began to obey Him willingly and become subservient to His wishes. He began to take her out publicly. The first time was to a swap meet. She was ordered to walk at His left side, always 2 steps behind. If she could not maneuver the crowd and keep to His orders she would be immediately collared and leashed. To make sure to complicate her concentration He applied a clamp tightly onto her pussy. Every step would cause it to move and dig into her sensitive young clit causing shockwaves all over her. She could barely function. After 45 minutes of enduring the mental fear and physical pain she broke down and began to cry nearly silently. They sat at a table but she couldn't sit without the pinching at her pussy nearly making her pass out. "Please Master....," she whispered into a sob. He didn't get angry like she expected He would but He insisted she dry her tears. They walked for another hour. He then took her to a local park, spread her legs and released her from the torture. Another outing was to the nudee club. On the way He pulled off the highway onto an exit with a bright light, mildly visible to the byway traffic. He ordered her out of the car and walked with her to the front hood. He instructed that her legs be spread, knees against the bumper, breasts against the hood, hands toward the windshield. He pulled up her dress. Her white round butt cheeks were illuminated by the streetlamp. She was immediately embarrassed, knowing all of the people on the highway could see her most private areas. Honks and hollers furthered her emotional sinking. Once again He commanded her not to move her knees from the bumper. He moved in behind her and she felt the cold plastic phallus against her ass. He had chosen a rather small and smooth plug for her. He pushed apart her fat cheeks and popped the head into her tight muscles. His lack of effort as He slid the shaft upward could not reveal the discomfort she felt having her clenched, untrained ass broken open. It was small but it felt huge inside of her. The lubricant made her powerless to stop Him. She couldn't help screeching briefly as possible when He popped the bubble at it's base into her. She sealed around it but repeatedly pushed against it, trying to get it out. The longer it stayed in the worse it felt. He leaned in front and placed a plastic butterfly against her clit. He fastened her into a harness. God, she hated him. "You may stand now." She didn't want to move. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her upright. Her skirt fell back into place. He placed her back in the car and held up the remote to her. He was in control once again. He walked her into the dark, dank nude club and ushered her to a table. It hurt her so badly to sit. He gave her two shots of Pedrone's and turned her vibrator up. He advised her to sit still though He was nearly bringing her to climax three times then cutting the power down as not to let her experience a full orgasm. He gave her $20 and ordered her to deliver it to the dancer on stage. Every man in the place was ready to blow their loads when the saw the dancer push her chest and wet pussy into the slaves face, over and over again, bringing her up to grind against her. She had to cum and pee but couldn't. Her ass was on fire. She could hardly take anymore stimulation. She wanted to throw her body at anyone who would touch her, fuck her, take her out of her pain/misery. Cum had started to drip down her legs when He cut short her time and made her walk out the door. She begged the whole way home for Him to fuck her. He cut the vibrator off and wouldn't lay a finger on her. She waited in anticipation for His next move. Learning to Submit Ch. 02 My story started about a year ago, when I first submitted to degradation at the hands of a colleague and dear friend. Our first session together was to be – in my mind – a one-time affair, but it has turned into an ongoing affair. A fiery, intense, delicious affair. After I submitted to Brad and agreed to be his long-term whore, we met with increasing frequency. While it was impossible to meet on a daily basis, we met at least twice a week for months on end. It would bore you all (or maybe not!) to go over each of our meetings, so instead I will just cover the highlights of our affair, in the order in which they happened. About three weeks into our affair, we both attended an out-of-town conference. The conference ran from Wednesday to Friday, which gave us two nights together. Brad played little games with me, like forcing me to drink coffee and water all day but only letting me relieve myself when we got back to his hotel room. I made him mad on Thursday morning by making a mess while he forced me to urinate into a cup that I was to drink. He promised me that I would be punished for my bad behaviour. The conference was dull that day, and so we snuck out early, and headed to Brad's hotel room. We got to Brad's room and he told me to strip. I stood in front of him, naked and trembling. "Go put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom and get back out here." I proceeded to the bathroom and saw a scandalous little outfit hanging from the shower rod. I blushed at the thought of the hotel cleaning staff seeing this whorish outfit hanging here and knowing that I was the whore to wear it. After my time with Brad, I can't believe that I blush at anything at all, but this was still early in our sexual relationship. I put on the black, clingy miniskirt and the bright yellow, clingy top. On the vanity, I saw stockings and shoes, but no bra or panties. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the bedroom, a bit shaky on the high heels. "You look great, for a hooker," was all he said. "Thank you Master," I said with a grin. "I feel taller in these high heels." "I didn't ask you opinion. Bend over the dresser." I felt a good sting at his rebuke and bent myself over the dresser. Brad came up behind me and pulled my skirt up so that my privates were in full view. "Seal, it's time for another choice, just like the first time we were together." I was taken aback, as he had never referred to me by name while we played these games. The fact that he didn't call me a slut or a bitch meant that he was being serious. However, I had not been given permission to speak, so I knew enough to keep my mouth shut. "Seal, I have an idea that involves you walking outside dressed like this. We're in another city and anyone we know is at that conference, and I figure that we can get away with it. I won't jeopardise your engagement, though. If you don't want to go out, put your head against the wall and beg me to fuck you. If you do want to go, stand up and walk to the door." I thought about leaving the hotel. He was right about it being a different city and our colleagues being at the conference. However, I had an aunt and cousin who lived in this city. I wanted to go out with him, to let everyone know that I was his slut. I decided that the benefit was worth the risk I stood up and walked to the door. Brad gave me that winning smile that to this day makes me moist. We walked towards the parking lot. I knew that my stocking tops were visible when I walked, and the tips of my butt cheeks snuck out if I took too long of a stride. I was so aroused that my breathing was already getting heavy. We got to Brad's rental car. He had rented a convertible, so I had as little coverage as possible. I opened the passenger door and sat down. "Pull up your skirt." I pulled it up. Then, anyone in a higher vehicle who happened to look at our car could see my pussy. They could probably also see the wet spot underneath me, if they tried. We drove around, seemingly aimlessly for about 45 minutes. A few people noticed me in the car and one lady stared, but it was pretty uneventful. I began to relax. We drove into an unsavoury part of town, and Brad pulled up outside of a sex shop. My heart sank and I started to panic. "Get out of the car, Slut." I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, thankful that no one was around to see my body on display. All of the sudden my earlier desire to show the world how I was Brad's slut didn't seem so hot. I closed the car door and looked to Brad. "Follow." I followed him into the sex shop. It was like no place I had ever been. The walls were lined with toys of every variety, and the middle was full of racks of pornography. The cash register was operated by a man of about 19 or 20 years, who looked dirty and disinterested in his surroundings. While there were other patrons in the store, everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves. The store turned me on immensely. Brad walked over to the first display of toys, and looked the toys over. "Which one would you like from this display, Whore?" He was loud enough for everyone to hear. I was humiliated. One of the other shoppers was looking slyly at us. "Uh… uh, Master, whichever one you would like to use on me or see me use." I figured that with that answer I couldn't get into trouble. I thought that I was so clever. I wasn't. "Pull up you skirt. Get the hem above your waist. Now." I could feel more eyes on me as I pulled up my skirt. Even the young man working the counter looked at me now. I was on display in a store full of perverts while my master made me pick out sexual toys he would use to further degrade me. The thought of being this exposed made me sick with worry. What made me even sicker was that I was sure that everyone could smell my arousal, if they somehow happened to miss the moisture running down my thighs. "Do you want to answer now?" "Yes, Master. Uh… how about this one," I pointed at a toy that seemed relatively normal in appearance, size, and intended use. "Very well, then, Slut. Grab one and let's move on." I grabbed a latex dildo from the rack and followed Brad down the aisle. "And Slut, which toy would you like for your next choice?" I looked at the display full of anal toys. I considered beads, I looked at a vibrator with several 'anally pleasing' attachments, and I looked at the butt plugs. I settled on a vibrating butt plug. Brad picked up a bigger butt plug, a vibrating egg, and some beads. I knew that soon enough they would all be in my ass. Brad had me follow him down the aisle as he picked out some nipple clamps. I stood there with my skirt up around my waist, holding an armful of sex toys, while my master picked out the correct nipple clamps for me. This was turning into one hell of a conference. Brad decided it was time to go. As we walked up to the counter all eyes were on me. At the counter Brad picked up two condoms and several tubes of lubricant. Brad paid for the purchase while the young man watched me from behind the counter. The young man bagged our toys and handed them to Brad. "Thanks buddy. Would you like to see this whore's tits?" I was mortified. I tried to convince myself that Brad wouldn't make me expose myself to a stranger. Naturally, the young man told Brad that he would love to see my breasts. "Whore, open your shirt for this man." I opened my shirt while I stared at the floor. "Whore, suck on your left nipple and look this nice man in the eye." I immediately complied, nursing at my own nipple while I stared into the eyes of a complete stranger. The young man leered at me. "Man, I have seen some shit in this place, but nothing like this." Brad pulled out some lubricant from the bag. "Would you like to see her pussy up close?" "Hell yeah!" The young man seemed eager to have a good look at me. Brad ordered me to put my left leg on the counter. This left my legs wide open and my privates even more exposed to the counterman. Brad inserted one end of the beads (covered in a condom) into my pussy. "Ohhh, thank you, Master." "SHUT UP! You do NOT speak without permission!" Brad then shoved the other end of the beads up my ass, using less lubricant than needed. "Does that hurt?" It hurt like hell. The blood was rushing to my head from the pose I had struck, and my ass burned from the rude invasion of the beads. However, I was hot all over and my pussy had come alive. "Mmmm, it hurts… goo… ohhhhh" was all I could muster. "Get your leg down, Whore." I pulled my leg down and stood there shakily while Brad looked at the counterman with mock apology. "Yeesh, I can dress her up, but I can't take her out." The counterman laughed as we exited the store. When we got back to Brad's hotel room (I hadn't even been in mine since check-in) Brad laid me on the bed on my hands and knees and ripped the clothes from my body. He threw the bag of toys in front of me as he climbed behind me. I knew what was coming and my sexual tension increased. "Take a toy of out of the bag and open it, Bitch." I pulled out the dildo and opened the package, all the while panting and moaning like an animal in heat. "Suck on it then thank me." Ignoring the instructions to 'properly wash all toys before use' I sucked it like a penis, bobbing up and down on it twice before pulling it from my mouth. "Ohhhh, thank you Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" "Next." As he spoke he pulled on the beads, pulling one out of each my pussy and my ass. The butt plug was next. I started my routine. As I had it in my mouth Brad barked at me to look at myself in the mirror. I lifted my eyes and saw myself with the tattered remains of a whorish suit, my master behind me with an erection, and my mouth bowed out around a butt plug. The orgasm hit me like a tonne of bricks. I pulled the plug out of my mouth screaming. "Thank you!!! Ohhhh, god…. goooood… thank you Master. I'm your fucking whore, fuck me, Master, pleaaaase!" The orgasm felt great, but did little to relieve the pressure in my body. "Next." Out came two more beads. I could hear Brad's voice getting ragged with desire. I made it though all of the toys in the bag, and finally the beads were all out of my pussy and ass. The beads in my ass were soon replaced by Brad's lubricated cock. Brad had me kneel up on the bed and beg for the nipple clamps. With the filthy words spewing out of my mouth, Brad's cock in my butt, and the sudden, piercing pain of the nipple clamps, I fell into orgasm as Brad's arms held me up. My pussy literally gushed as my stomach turned. My body was buzzing and every muscle I had contracted and expanded. I saw stars, I swore like a sailor, and I thanked my Master. It lasted for ages: one continuous orgasm letting go of all of the pent-up sexual energy from the day. I crumpled in Brad's arms, panting and thanking him. Brad held me for a moment as a lolled in his arms, totally spent. Then it was his turn: he pushed me forward and sodomized me. I lost control of my body. Every muscle I had was shaking softly, tears came from my eyes, mucus came from my nose… I even urinated a little bit, much to my shame. Brad forced his erection in and out of my posterior, shouting at me. "You little fucking slut, you just can't get enough, can you? I could have let every guy in that shop have his fucking way with you and you would have begged for more. They could have all come in your mouth and you would have swallowed it all. Right? Right? AM I RIGHT!?" "Yesss… yes, Master. I'm your dirty bitch. You can do whatever… please and… and I'll enjoy… fuck…" I couldn't even speak in full sentences, but Brad did not care. I was nothing but a receptacle to him at that point: a hole for his member and ears for his dirty words. I loved it. Suddenly Brad came inside my rectum. He yelled out and pulled my hair as he came, filling my slutty, used anus with warm jets of semen. Joey would never treat me like this, and I would never let him, but Brad had carte blanche to do as he saw fit. After his orgasm, Brad collapsed on top of me, panting. "There, you've had your fun with the toys, but tomorrow you'll be punished for earlier today." I couldn't wait. The next morning we were packing up to catch our flight home. Brad had me put my bra and panties in my pocket to put on in the plane's washroom before we landed, so I was dressed only in my blouse, jacket, and slacks. Brad picked up the bag of toys and put it in my suitcase. I immediately realized my quandary: Joey might find the toys. I was already worried that he would see the finger marks that Brad had left on my hips from the night before. I stared at the bag of toys in my suitcase. "Is there a problem, Slut?" I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn't. "Master, what if Joey sees the bag of toys?" "Good point. Hmm, I'll tell you what we'll do. Put them all in your carry-on, and wear the butt plug and nipple clamps. You can remove the plug and the clamps when you put on your underwear, and I'll carry the toys off of the plane on my carry-on." I had trapped myself. I dropped my slacks and bent over before he even told me. He lubricated and inserted the large butt plug. Then he tightened the nipple clamps. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. We caught a cab to the airport. We checked our baggage and got to the gate. As our plane left mid-morning, it was not busy, and none of our colleagues were near us in line. We waited to get through security. "You'll have a good time explaining the vibrating butt plug and egg to the security people when they x-ray your bag, won't you?" I hadn't even thought of it. He was humiliating me in front of the airport security people! It was too late to do anything about it short of running to the bathroom and dumping it all in the garbage. I had to go through with it. The look of shock on my face made Brad chuckle. "I also want to see you explain that it's your nipple clamps setting off the metal detector." He could be so cruel. I loved it when he was. So THIS was my punishment for the previous day's bad behaviour. I got to the counter and put my possessions on the x-ray belt. I then walked through the metal detector with a beet-red face. The detector went off and the security lady ran her wand over my figure. Luckily, she smiled and asked me if I had nipple rings. I nodded agreement and got through, considering myself lucky. However, there was an old man in a uniform holding my bag. He asked me if he could open it, and I of course told him that he could. My face burned red and my pussy lubricated. He pointed to the egg and asked me what it was. I couldn't figure out how to explain to a grandfatherly old man that my master made me suck on it while he sodomized me and, if I was a good girl, he would push it into my ass or pussy while he fucked me. However, I had to say something. "It's, uh, it's a personal appliance." I hoped that he would get the drift. He shook the bag a little bit, and the dildo fell into view. He caught the drift. Red faced, he looked at me and said: "Well, I won't ask you to turn it on, then." Brad was waiting for me and he exploded with laughter. As we walked to the boarding area, he asked me if my punishment had taught me anything. I told him that it taught me that I should be bad more often. Learning to Submit Ch. 02 Now Violet faced the lifeguard station, hands bound above her, oiled from heard to toe. Buckets of cold water made a semicircle around her. He reached to the front of her to pull her hips and legs out and back. Her arms stretched against the bonds. A cold dildo slid passed into her pussy until the flat base pressed against her bald lips, like a baby sucking a pacifier. She liked the way He fucked her with a dildo but He didn't fuck her. He taped 3 wires to each areola. She had no idea what this was. She was so curious. Again He was behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder...and then she felt it. He pushed against her little asshole. "Master I'm scared. I tried to be a good girl last time...I'm going to be good I promise Master....please not this time...I promise I'll be good," she stammered. Panic was rising in her voice. That's just what He liked. "Did you forget you are my slave? You will do as I wish. The last times I have given you anal training have been so simple. Can you not follow my instructions?" Before she could answer He caned her across the ass. "Yes Master. Yes Master I can. It's just that it's...I'm scared...I'm just scared Master...I'll be good I promise," she answered timidly. He swiftly administered 3 more swats. She pushed her ass up at him hoping He'd get it over with quickly. She was so relieved that it was very dark out and nobody could see what He was going to do. "Last time," He spoke deeply, "my slave, I used such a small plug to train you. This time darling I brought something different. It's longer, dear, and shaped differently. I am hoping this will fit you more to your liking so that you will not feel the need to complain to Me again." "Master I do not wish to complain ever, Master. I am sorry. I was just scared Master. I am sorry. I'll do whatever you wish. Please use me as you wish." She felt the cold tip on her anus. He popped the first bubble into her and gave her no time to adjust to the shock. The next bubble spread her wider. She clenched her teeth to it. She was expecting a head then a smooth column. Her ass closed around it. He began with the 3rd bubble and her knees buckled. She called out, "I'm scared...ouwwwch...." He was furious. She tried to stand for him as He stretched her to the widest part of the 3rd bubble. "I'm trying to be a good girl...I'm trying to be good...fuck....I can't Master!" He angrily yanked it out. Her legs shook with the pain of it's exit. He unfastened her hands and pushed her onto her knees in the sand. He grabbed her hands out of the sand and fastened them high above her again, not bothering to brush them off. He grabbed her cheeks and forced her mouth open so He could push a ball gag into it. Again, He pulled her hips out, stretching the bonds of her arms. This time His pure anger gave him the strength to drive the 3 bubbles into her, brutally breaking her asshole. She was in shock. He didn't stop until her ass swallowed the fourth. She screeched into the ball gag, biting down hard, struggling against the plug. She tried to kick her legs but only sunk deeper in the sand. Worse than her asshole being demolished was the muscles just inside her anus being ripped apart. The rest of the bubbles were stretching her deeper than anything she had ever experienced. "Nobody can hear you, love," her Master taunted gently. "This one's made specially for you!" He sadistically pushed the huge 5th bubble to it's widest point then pulled it back to 4th and again to #5. She was being pushed passed the point. She shook her head back and forth furiously. She wailed into the ballgag. Tears and snot and drool ran down her face, dripping off her chin but it seemed to fuel him to push onward. When he began #6 He knew it was too large for her so he went excruciatingly slow as not to tear her entirely. Her membrane was pinched and very thin. It felt like her ass was opened all the way out to her hips. She had stopped struggling and was only crying and begging into the ballgag for it to stop. Her sobs made her breasts heave. He was ready to blow his load at any moment. He very slowly made her ass swallow the 6th bubble. He knew the seal was tight and extremely painful. He left Bubble 7 and the base hanging out, bobbing slightly. It was simply too big for her. She knew her body would never recover. Even though he stopped putting it in her she wasn't consoled. She hated him. She hated him! She winced and whimpered as he snapped the wires onto the phallus'. She was broken in body and spirit. She wanted to claw at his face! She hated him! And she feared him. When he turned the dials up high fir the first time her body jumped. She kicked and twisted without control. He immediately turned it down. He wanted her to recognize what was possible if she could not submit. He turned the dials so low the lightning was like a dull constant hum against her clit, nipples, and into her anus. He placed a mat in the sand in front of her. He snapped the same wires into the mat. He yanked her up by her bound hands. He wiped her dirty face with a small towel, pulled back her hair, and stood her on the mat. He walked back to the small boxes which held the opposite ends of her wires. "You have not exercised today, My slut. I would like to see you run". She did not do immediately as she was told so He turned the dial to intensify the flow of electricity to her cunt. She responded as He wished. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she agonized over pleasing her Master and managing the huge dildo her anus was locked around. He turned on the mat. Every time her feet touched it she received a current. She pulled her feet up quickly like He wanted. He enjoyed watching her awkwardly perform through her gagged sobs. Her heavy breasts bounced. Her plug bobbled gracelessly. She was so relieved it was dark and nobody could see her humiliation from being so vulgarly splayed and obeying so unconditionally. He threw a bucket of the cold water on her. He laughed as she came to attention, outraged at the wall of freezing water that assaulted her already taught body. He replaced her into the sand, wind tightening her wet and oiled, young body. Her skin was tight over her ribs, hands fastened high over her head. Her Master cruelly continued her electrical play at the lifeguard station. Soon the conflicting currents began to confuse her. She was overloaded with the pain of her anal stretch and penetration. The fluctuating lightening flowing against her clit was stimulating her without her consent, she felt the upsurge of her another orgasm. He alternated between bringing her to excruciatingly powerful and unrelenting chains of orgasm versus building her to the cliff of climax then denying her release. Her body fell out of control, she screeched and bit into her gag, her body shook uncontrollably, her head rolled back and forth and she kicked. Her Master stood behind His slave on her knees. She was agitated, in the throws of an orgasm chain. Cum was dripping down her shaking thighs. He knew she was vulnerable. He waited for the precise moment, the only moment He knew she would be able to accept the remainder of His gift. He reached down and slammed the flopping dildo into her until the base was flanked by her fleshy ass cheeks. The little slave arched pleasingly and thrashed, momentarily bewildered with torturous anal rapture. Immediately she lost control, a puddle of cum and piss splashed in the sand at her feet and she went limp. Ah, He had taken all of her. Learning to Submit Ch. 03 It was about 10 weeks into my relationship with Brad when our next extra-ordinary encounter took place. You see, it was one week after my marriage to Joey, and he insisted that we wait to go on our honeymoon so that we could save money on the trip. Brad did not let me down, though; he had something special in mind for me. Brad and I met for lunch on Tuesday, and I was hoping that we could sneak in a noon-time submission session sometime that week. He didn’t bring it up, though, acting normal during lunch. My heart sank when he said good bye and turned towards his office after lunch was done. I watched him walk away and craved his control. Sighing, I started back towards my own office. My cell phone rang as I walked, so I answered it after ducking out of foot traffic. “Hello?” “Is you cunt wet after lunch, Bitch?” “Uhhh… yes. Yes it is.” “Yes… who?” “Master,” I whispered. I hoped that no one paid attention to me as I breathed that word into the phone. “Excellent. You will pay for having to be prompted to address me correctly. This weekend, in fact. I suggest that you tell Joey that you have a client meeting out of town. I don’t really care what you tell him, though. Just be at my apartment on Friday at 6:30pm and don’t expect to leave until Sunday night. If you want I’ll drop you off at the airport so that Joey can ‘pick you up.’” How thoughtful of him. The bastard was putting me in a tight spot, and he knew it. It would be tough to explain this unexpected trip to Joey “What shall I wear, Master?” “Whatever you would normally wear to work, but no bra or panties by the time you get to my apartment.” “I’ll be there, Master.” “Of course you will.” He hung up, leaving me standing in the street with a dead phone and a hot vagina. I made the arrangements I needed to make in order to convince Joey that I was out of town. I even looked at the incoming flights for Sunday to tell him when I would be in. I specifically picked one that landed late in the night so that there would be less of a chance that he would want to come pick me up at the airport. Infidelity leads one to incredible lengths of deception. On Friday afternoon I treated myself and left work early. I wandered the maze of malls located beneath the buildings downtown, considering my situation. It was clear that I had developed more than a sexual relationship with Brad. The games that he and I played touched a nerve within me. The dual emotions of lust/disgust and desire/repulsion turned me on in ways I had never though possible. What I had envisioned being a one-time fling before I got married was turning into a profound connection between Brad and I. I loved Joey, but I was finding him less and less sexually attractive. He would never want me submit to him, and I would not submit to him even if did. Finally, at about 5:30 I wandered into one of the more scummy parts of the mall to find a washroom. I felt like such a dirty slut, wandering into a mall washroom to remove my clothes for my master; doing in the sleaziest bathroom I could find made me even hotter. I made it to Brad’s apartment on time. He was speaking with the concierge when I arrived, so he met me at the door. The “luggage” that I had brought with me to work had been couriered to Brad’s building, so it was waiting for me when I got there. While we were in the lobby and hallway, Brad and I were only courteous with each other. However, once he got me into his apartment our demeanours changed. As soon as I was in the door I knelt and faced him. “Off with the clothes. Now.” I silently shed my clothes: no easy task when you are kneeling. That familiar feeling of humiliation/arousal made my skin flush red as I complied with his order. He opened his pants and stepped closer to me. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved his stiffening penis into my mouth. I had no control. He became fully erect and started to slide his member in and out of my mouth. I knew what my role was, and I sucked on him just as he liked. I noticed that I no longer did this to avoid his wrath or to propagate the game: I wanted – really wanted – to bring pleasure to my master. He slid in and out faster and faster, and I knew that he was soon to shoot several squirts of semen into my mouth. I craved it. I had been conditioned to associate that taste with degradation, and that was turning me on. He pulled of my mouth and pushed me backwards, so that I was lying on my back with my feet underneath my bottom. It was not the most comfortable position, I assure you. He then walked away into the kitchen. I wanted to ask him if anything was wrong, to enquire why he did not release all over my face or down my throat. However, I had not been given permission to speak, and I dared not say a word. In one of our first sessions (a story I cannot recount), I found out what happens to dirty sluts who speak out of turn. I lay in the position in which he left me, hoping for his return. He was soon standing over me, naked, holding a beer. My heat pounded. “Crawl to kitchen floor.” I crawled to the kitchen like an animal. He stood behind me and watched me make my way. I got onto the tiled floor and spun around to face him and receive further instruction. He walked to me, told me to kneel and open my mouth. I did so eagerly, hoping that he was going to resume where he had left off and give me the semen I so deeply wanted. He approached me, his erection bouncing in front of him as he walked. I felt a sense of pride that I excited him so. Instinctively, I put my hands behind my back. He told me to close my eyes. When I was in the dark, I could sense him just in front of me. “Catch all that you can.” With that, the beer poured into my mouth. He knew that I hate beer – it is a lowbrow drink. It poured into my mouth and ran down my chin. I could only swallow so quickly, and the beer covered me and got all over the floor. Eventually the flow of beer stopped and I swallowed the last mouthful and gasped for air. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the drink?” “Thank you, Master.” “Don’t move.” My heart pounded as I heard him walk away and then walk back to me. I guessed that he had been in the bedroom. A moment later I could smell the lubricant he always uses. The air was thick with the aroma of beer, lubricant, and my arousal. “On you hands and knees, facing away from me.” I immediately complied. “Get your ass in the air, Bitch.” I pushed my face to the floor and got my bottom up in the air. He then inserted a vibrating bum plug into my posterior and told me to open my eyes. “Since you didn’t want to catch that beer as I instructed, you’ll just have to lick up what you missed. Start.” I crawled around the kitchen floor, slurping up the disgusting mix of floor dust and beer. I tried to get as much of it as I could. Suddenly, my left buttock exploded in pain. He had whipped me with his belt. “Thank me, Whore!” “Ohh, th- th- thank you, Master. I deserve your…” “I only told you to thank me!” The belt swung through the air, crashing into my bottom. I had a fleeting concern about explaining the belt marks to Joey, but any thoughts of him quickly vanished. The belt swished through the air again, making contact with my exposed bum. Every time it hit, it pushed the plug in just a little bit further. “Thank you, Master.” Swish. “Thank you, Master.” And so it went until I had licked at most of the kitchen floor. “Get up, Slut. I can’t stand here all day while you try to clean this up.” I rose and faced him. He handed me a sponge mop and told me to turn around. I complied and he pulled the plug out of my behind. It was painful to have it come out, but I noticed the void it left. He grabbed me by my hair and forced the plug into my mouth, telling me to mop the floor. As I worked I saw myself in the mirror: mopping up beer from a kitchen floor I had just licked with a plug in my mouth that had just been in my anus. The sight and situation was too much, and I had a small orgasm. “Don’t think I missed that, Bitch. That one will cost you.” I finished up in the kitchen as Brad leered at me. When I was done he told me to follow him into the living room. I followed after him and knelt on the floor next to him as he sat on the couch. As soon as I knelt, he told me to crawl back to the kitchen to get him another beer. When I came back he took the butt plug from my mouth, re-lubed it, and inserted it again into my bottom. After two more bottles of beer, Brad had to urinate. He told me to hold a beer bottle up to the end of his penis. I did, making sure that his urine would flow straight into the bottle. He started to urinate. I knelt there transfixed. The bottle was getting warm in my hands as it filled with his urine. The first bottle filled up and so I had to make a quick exchange with another empty bottle. After he was done, he had me lick him clean. “Crawl onto the balcony with those bottles, Cunt, and don’t spill any piss on my carpets.” I slowly made my way out to the balcony with the bottles, thankful that I didn’t spill any. Brad, naturally, walked behind me admiring the sight. The concrete of the balcony was cold on my hands and knees, and the night air chilled my bones. Brad pushed me up into a kneeling position. “You think that I’m going to make you drink one of those bottles don’t you, Bitch?” “Please, Master… let be… I mean I’ll be…” “Shut up.” I saw him bring out a video camera on a tripod. My heart started to race. I didn’t want him to tape me being a whore, but I was well beyond objecting. I feared that if I objected he would put a stop to our games, and I realized that I did not want to go back to only having regular sex. After the camera was set up, he turned on a bright light and aimed the camera down at me. He pulled the plug from my bottom, much to my dismay. He replaced it with one of the bottles, much to my joy. The bottle was such an invasion, so dirty. I was his dirty, little bitch, and I loved it. “Ride.” I pinched the bottle as best I could with my feet, and started to ride the neck up and down. He told me to look over at the camera. As the bottle invaded me I gave a vague thought to the possibility of infection, but that soon passed as I inched towards orgasm. “I have NOT given you permission to come. If you come you’ll have both of these bottles dumped all over you, Bitch.” That bastard. He knew that saying that would push me over the edge. I felt my body take over from my mind, with every muscle starting to flinch. “Ohh, Master… fuck… oh-oh. Uhh. UHHH. I… bad… you…” I was below the level of speech, even. My legs started to cramp as my sphincter grabbed the bottleneck. I knew that I was already in trouble, so I reached down to my clit and gave it a little rub. I saw stars and fell sideways into the balcony railing. I clawed at the railing and rubbed my nipple along its rough surface. Finally my orgasm subsided. I looked up at him sheepishly. As soon as I looked up the first deluge of urine hit me directly in the face. It trickled down my body. I kept my mouth closed, and so Brad ordered me to thank him. As I did he threw more urine at me and some of it went into my mouth. He pushed me forward and pulled the bottle out of my ass and emptied it onto me, as well. This time, I didn’t need to be told to thank him. He was soon out of urine, so he had me lick the neck of the bottle I had sodomized myself with. I cleaned it and thanked him when I was done. “All right, Bitch, you can stay out here for a while to dry off.” With that he went into the apartment and closed and locked the balcony door. As I looked through the glass I could see Brad watching the tape of our recent adventure. While he has many more movies of me now, I still think that our first movie is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. The rest of the weekend is a story for a future chapter.