4 comments/ 34576 views/ 6 favorites Mr. and Mrs. Valentine Ch. 01 By: pleasurepleaseher The wedding was over and Liz was officially Elizabeth Valentine, having taken the last name of her husband, Samuel Valentine. Liz sat down to eat at the reception with Sam and watched as everyone celebrated. Her mother and father were quietly eating, keeping mostly to themselves while her parents were drunk as she had ever seen them, making their presence well known. Sam's small group of friends were joking around and making fun of the goofy pictures of Sam that were being projected across the wall in the reception hall. Jared, the best man and Sam's childhood best friend, gave her a look with raised eyebrows as if to ask, "Are you ready?" It was the signal she had been looking for. She nodded to Jared and told her husband they should go to the hotel now. They quickly said their goodbyes to friends and family, most of which Sam would never see again after tonight. Sam was a little drunk so Liz helped him into the limo. Liz had made sure they had one with tinted windows to the back so that the driver couldn't see what was going on. Immediately after the limo drove out of the parking lot, Liz slipped out of her dress and got onto her knees and began unzipping his pants "What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked her, "Isn't it a little early for that? We've got all night!" "Well I have all night. You however are getting the last blowjob that you'll ever have," Liz said and then quickly pulled his small dick out and put it in her mouth before he could say anything else. Even as it grew hard inside her mouth it wouldn't even reach her throat. As she started sucking on the tip, a small moan escaped his mouth followed by a moment of realization. "What do you mean last--" was all he got out before she started gliding her tongue up and down his shaft. He quivered with the sensation. It was honestly the most effort she had ever put into a blowjob for him. She felt like he should at least get a good memory of his old life before it all changed. He forced her head forward trying to get his tiny dick to reach further back into her mouth. It hardly reached the back of her tongue. She usually reprimanded him if he used her like that but she let it slide this time. There would be plenty of time for discipline later. She could taste the precum start to drip from his tip and decided it was time for the next order of business. She stood up and took off her bra and panties revealing her luscious body. Without a word, she hopped into his lap and, like always, he started thrusting like a horny puppy. Also, just like anytime she fucked him, she couldn't feel him. He was only 3 inches while hard and it made it that much more unsatisfying when she compared him to the fucking she had received only a few hours earlier before the wedding. "Enjoy your last time having any pleasure from that useless thing you call a dick!" she sneered as she pulled his face into her double D cup breasts muffling his response. He quickly stopped trying to talk and began sucking on her nipples. This actually gave her more pleasure than his tiny dicklet did. Almost as soon as he started sucking, he tensed up. Liz got up before he could cum inside her. As she got dressed, he stared at her like it was the first time he had ever seen her naked. It was kind of cute. However, after that awful performance, she didn't feel bad at all about what she was about to do to him. "That was amazing! You were just kidding about all that "last time" stuff right, Liz? Weren't you just saying that to help me get off?" Sam asked as he zippered his pants. He was a sucker for female domination and denial. She typically helped him cum by telling him things along those lines that she didn't really mean. That's what she made him believe, at least. Ever since he had developed this fetish for female domination and cuckolding, she intended to give him exactly what he wanted. She just wanted to make sure he couldn't easily run away if things got "too hard" for him. This was about to be the first night of a brand new life for both of them. She was more excited about this than she had ever been for anything. "Sam, I have to tell you a few things," Liz said with a big grin. "First of all, I got a promotion and a raise which will cover far more than your share of the income. So, I called your work and told them that you were quitting. You remember how you wanted to be at home all the time like a househusband? Well you're gonna get that wish.. kind of." Sam stared at her with wide eyes and seemed to be having trouble finding words to say. "Y-You told my job that I quit? Are you sure that's a good idea?" was what he finally came out with. She flashed him a devilish smile. "Yes, I'm quite sure. A lot of things are about to change for us, Sam. If you want to stay with me, you'll need to accept them. But I will warn you, I transferred all of your funds out of your accounts and into mine, thanks to that handy piece of paper you signed yesterday. So if you plan on leaving me you'll have to get another job and you probably won't be living the life of luxury you could be living thanks to my new position." She winked at him and pressed her breasts together, looking like she was still adjusting her dress, but mostly to get his attention away from his fears and onto her body. "No, no! I would never leave you. I'm just concerned about our finances is all. I've always said you can have all my money if you want it. I didn't realize that's what I was signing, though." He sat in apparent deep thought, probably trying to remember signing the document and what it said. "What else is there?" he asked finally. "You'll see," she said mischievously. She didn't want to give it all away at once. She was enjoying making him sweat a little about what was to come. The limo finally pulled into the hotel parking lot and let them out at the entrance. They got their bags, checked in, and headed for their room. When they got there, Liz sat down on the bed. "Take off your clothes and kneel in front of me here." She pointed to the floor in front of her. He reluctantly obeyed her. He always did, even before today. She waited a moment as she watched the worry on his face grow. She slowly pulled a small metal cage from the pocket in her dress. His eyes lit up either from excitement or dread. She wasn't sure which. It was too late to back out now. Things were already in place. She was about to get everything she had been wanting for years. She reached to him and slid his cock into the open cage. "That wedding we had? See, that was just the 'public' ceremony. This is the real ceremony. So I need you to say these words for me: I swear that from this moment on, I am your slave to use as you desire" He said it back to her, his eyes locked on hers. "For as long as I live or until you set me free." she continued, "I acknowledge that my relinquishment of freedoms gives you complete freedom to do as you please." She let the implications of that one sink in for a moment before raising her eyebrows in anticipation of his response. With a deep breath he repeated the line back to her. She closed the cage around his manhood, fitted a key into it, and turned it, locking it in place. She looked deep into his eyes and said the last line, "I swear that in my capacity as your husband, I will always love and support you regardless of my own self interest." He said the line back to her slowly as they became lost in each other's gazes. Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door, startling both of them and breaking the trance they were in. Liz's heart raced. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this part. It was as though a dream she had been living in was becoming a reality and she knew things would never be the same. Things were already too far gone for their lives to go back to normal now. She might as well embrace it. It was everything she wanted, after all. The power, the control, the freedom. It was all right in front of her. Yes. This is what she wanted. She had to go through with it. "Come in! You're just in time. We just got done with the ceremony." "The real one?" Jared said with a smile as he walked through the door. Sam gave her a glare as he stood up in protest. "What the hell is he doing here? What's going--" She interrupted him with a hard slap to the face and kicked his knees forward, forcing him to kneel again. Jared handed her the rope he brought her. She pulled Sam's arms behind his back and tied them together. She lifted his feet and tied them together as well. Jared dragged him up into the armchair in the corner and sat him down facing the bed. Liz took off Jared's clothes for him and paused a moment admire Jared's muscular build and his big cock which was already starting to harden with anticipation. She could feel herself getting wet at the sight of it. Jared reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She turned around to Sam who was stunned with his mouth wide open, and slipped off her white panties which were damp from her excitement. She took them and stuffed them into Sam's gaping mouth. She wanted to feel bad for him but she remembered that for years he had begged for this exact scenario to be played out. Except she wasn't playing. This was real and permanent. "I want you to think about what you just swore to me a minute ago," She said as she took off her bra, letting her massive bust free. Sam's eyes widened with lust. Jared walked up behind her and started to grope her and kiss her neck. "You always said you hoped I was cheating on you behind your back," she said, "and I always said I would never tell you, if I was. Well, now I'm telling you. For the majority of our relationship, I've been fucking your best friend. So since you're only my slave now, he will be fucking me on our wedding night instead of you." Sam whimpered through his gag. "Oh don't cry you pussy! You did get to have your last fuck and blowjowb before he had me but I'm gonna let him cum inside me, unlike you." Sam gave her a look of terror when she said that. "Aw, don't worry! I'm on birth control. I have no intention of having kids yet. Not until I've had my share of fun as a married woman. I haven't decided if they will be yours. You'll raise them though. I'm sure of that," She said with a giggle. His helpless expression should have made Liz think twice about what she was going to do but it didn't. It only empowered her to keep going. She was in control and could finally do exactly what she wanted without having to deal with things having to be "fair". She watched him for a moment before a new sensation stole her attention. Jared had started to play with her clit. A bolt of pleasure shot up her spine and she spun to meet his lips, letting him bite one like he always did before they made out. She forbade Sam from biting her lips because it could give him the illusion of dominance; something that she had held over him even before he was her slave. She was very much submissive to Jared, however. He was the only guy that could make her submit. As they passionately kissed, Jared pushed her onto the bed and jumped on top of her. He began licking and sucking on her tits with fervor. He massaged both of them firmly as he brushed his tongue across one of her nipples, making it instantly hard and then did the same to the other nipple. She arched her back with the mixture of pleasure and pain as he lightly bit them. He was much better at playing with her breasts than Sam. Jared treated them like they were his play toys and he owned them. Whereas Sam worshipped them like they were heaven itself. Both techniques felt amazing but she liked being used by Jared best. With a look of satisfaction, Jared got up on his knees beside her in bed, giving her easy access between his legs. He was already rock hard. "Oh!" She cooed, "Looks like you're enjoying yourself already. Tell me, do you feel bad about doing this in front of your friend?" Jared scoffed. "If this wasn't what he wanted, he shouldn't have encouraged me to make a move on you when you first started dating or begged you to fuck other guys. I'm only giving my best friend what he asked for. Besides, anyone who is pussy enough to let themselves be tied up like that deserves to be exactly where he is. I'm only helping him break out of his shell, like I always do. Right Sam?" "Rrmmhrmm," Sam responded weakly through the panties gagging his mouth and nodded his head a little. Liz was surprised he even responded. He must have been enjoying the view a little, at least. He always said watching her fuck other guys in front of him would be like his own personal porn. Maybe that's what he was thinking but it didn't matter. All she could think about was how much she needed that cock in her mouth. Jared must have been thinking the same thing because before she knew it he had pulled her by the hair, forced his full 8 inches in her mouth and down her throat, and began fucking her face, each thrust pushing his girth further down. He let her up to breathe but she only took a second before willingly going back down and starting to flick her tongue back and forth around his tip. The veins in his cock bulged as he took in the pleasure. She licked his long shaft from top to bottom and back again before taking his entire length in her mouth and partly down her throat. Again, he started fucking her mouth, this time with more force, making her gag a little. With one hand he held the back of her head, and with the other, he started playing with her clit again, as she moaned quietly with the motion. To return the favor, she started going down on him faster than he had been forcing her to go. "Oh yeah, babe. Thats it!" He encouraged. She looked up into his dark brown eyes as they both climaxed together. A hot river of cum flowed down her throat as he pulsated inside her mouth. After swallowing his loads, she licked the rest of the cum off of his cock. It was sticky and salty but she had grown to like the taste of his cum over Sam's which she hadn't swallowed since the first blowjob she ever gave him. Just one more of the many things she gave Jared but not Sam. It was just the way things worked with her. Sam had a small dick and Jared had a big one. Sam was nothing but skin and bones and Jared was a weightlifter. Jared got to dominate her and Sam is her slave. The question was who did she have stronger feelings for? For now, she liked to think it was Sam. He was a sweetheart and she would probably never find a guy that treated her as good as he did. She didn't always want to be worshipped and cherished, though. That seemed to be where Jared came in handy. Sometimes she just needed a good rough lay and to feel a little slutty. She didn't deny she had feelings for both of them. Love? Maybe or maybe not. She hadn't decided. She wasn't anywhere near ready to stop their sexcapades. After all, this was her wedding night. They wasted no time before going at it again. This time, to get her warmed up, he slid his fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She moaned with every movement as he went further and further inside her. After a while, he took his fingers out and gave them to her to suck on. He hated eating pussy and didn't even like the taste of her. While initially this was very disappointing, she learned that by denying Sam sex more often, he got better at eating her pussy. She planned on using him for that purpose frequently, since she wouldn't be getting that from Jared. If this was what her pussy tasted like, then it wasn't bad. Jared had been feeding her the juices from her snatch for years now and she had come to enjoy the ritual. It always made her wonder what eating a girl out was like. Unfortunately, she never had any friends that would be willing to let her try it. "You like that, huh?" Jared asked. Liz nodded with smile. "I do very much, sir!" she replied in a innocent voice. She knew it turned him on when she called him 'sir' and knew it would drive Sam crazy. After letting her lick his fingers clean, he turned her over and got her on her hands and knees facing Sam. Even after all this time, Sam was still staring at the two of them. Jared pulled her hips closer to him and slowly filled her. She had tightened up from fucking Sam earlier so he seemed to barely fit inside her. She backed up on him for the rest of his length and gasped with the intense feeling when he was fully inside her. He started slow but worked his way up to roughly pounding his member into her, each thrust giving her body a wave of pleasure. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan. He grabbed her by the hair as he continued. He owned her. She knew that better than he did. She would do anything to get this kind of sex. Luckily her voluptuous body gave him the only reason he needed to fuck her. After cumming inside her twice, Jared moved to edge of the bed, still facing Sam, and Liz sat on top of Jared, allowing her new slave to see everything they were doing. Sam's eyes were fixated on her, but he wasn't looking at her face or even her bosom. He was watching his best friend's cock thrusting in and out of her. During the first few minutes he looked horrified but soon he seemed to accept what was happening. Maybe he even enjoyed it. Finally, he looked up at her, their eyes meeting for the first time since Jared had started undressing her. She flashed a smile, like the one she gave him just before they entered the hotel. It was meant to be a taunt; a signal to him that she was in control now and she was loving it. Surprisingly, Sam shyly smiled back at her. Jared, while still going at full speed, started groping her from behind. She tilted her head back, taking the moment in. She started playing with herself as he relentlessly ravaged her womanhood from underneath. She looked into Sam's eyes as he stared at her with lust. That moment was what brought her over the edge and into climax. Their last move was to a simple missionary position. This time, Jared moved slowly and they kissed. It was what they always did to finish off the night. It was intimate and passionate. After they both orgasmed one last time, Jared rolled over beside her placing his hands around her and taking a breast in each. She turned off the light and left Sam in his chair still tied up and his cock still snugly locked away. It was the most well rested night she had ever slept. Mr. and Mrs. Valentine Ch. 02 This is the 2nd Chapter of Liz and Sam's story. Please feel free to comment if you like it or even if you hate it. Constructive criticism is most welcome as this is first story I've ever actually committed to writing all the way through. *** Sam woke up disoriented and confused. He tried to stand up but, with his feet and hands being tied up, he didn't have the balance. The rope around his hands and feet itched against his skin and his dick throbbed with pain as it struggled in it's cage. His mouth was still gagged with Liz's panties from yesterday. They still tasted like her. He could hear her talking to Jared. "Good morning, babe," Liz said softly. "I thought I'd help myself to some breakfast in bed." It all came back to him at once. Last night, the night of their wedding, she had tied him up and fucked his best friend in front of him. He recalled the anger, the helplessness, and most importantly, the arousal. Sam finally opened his eyes fully and witnessed her slurping on Jared's cock with her beautiful ass sticking straight up in the air. He was was holding the back of her head with one hand and playing between her legs with the other. All Sam wanted to do was worship her ass as it bobbed back and forth in front him. He wanted his face firmly planted where Jared's fingers were inserted in her pussy. He feared that would never happen again now that he was only a slave. As he watched them, his captive manhood tried to push further and further out of the metal casing around it, making him incredibly uncomfortable and endlessly frustrated. He didn't want to like what he was seeing but his dick betrayed him. Jared held Liz to him and fucked her throat roughly. Sam's head felt as if it was spinning as he saw the act. His best friend was using his wife like a sex doll and all he could do was watch. Jared grabbed her tits as he continued to thrust. It was clear that he thought her body belonged to him. It probably did. As strange as it was to see him with her like that, Sam would have to deal with it as long as Liz owned him. Besides, he had always wanted to be a slave to a woman. He always thought that women were superior to men or, at very least, to him. He didn't just like women, like most men; he adored them. Just a smile or a touch could completely melt him into submission. He always told Liz that it was his lot in life to serve her. How ironic it was that he would be doing exactly that just when he had accepted that he would never get his wish. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Jared asked. Liz nodded her head while her throat was still engorged with him. "How about down your throat?" Liz took his cock out of her mouth and excitedly replied "Yes! Please!" "Show me," Jared said and pulled her head back down by her long blonde hair. After licking his shaft a few times, she took him further down than Sam thought she could ever go. Jared thrusted just a few more times before finishing inside her. After Liz cleaned what was left of the cum off his cock, Jared got up to leave. He dressed himself and they kissed one last time before he walked out of the hotel room. Sam hated seeing them kiss. At the same time, it turned him on almost as much as seeing them fuck. He wondered if she had feelings for Jared. He wasn't sure that he could live with that possibility but he knew for certain that he couldn't live without her either. While he had gotten lost in thought, she had taken her panties out his mouth and was untying his feet. With his hands still bound behind his back, she pulled him by the hair over to the edge of the bed where she sat down. As soon as she got comfortable she forcefully brought his face to her snatch. "You told me, a long time ago, that a cuckold has to clean his wife up after a night like last night. Well, that's exactly what I want you to do. So get to it!" she barked, looking a little surprised at her own volume. He was more than willing to pleasure her. It was what he had been dying for the night before and all morning. However, he hadn't realized she still tasted like Jared's seed. As soon as he started licking her, he jerked back in disgust but she slapped him and pushed him back down. It was humiliating, having to lick what remained of his best friend's cum out of his wife's pussy, but he had no choice. Liz was actually much stronger than he was. Although, that was not a very difficult accomplishment. Regardless, she could leave him bruised and broken if he tried to get away. Not to mention, she had taken all his money. He was trapped and there was nothing he could possibly do about it. To avoid further pain, he continued cleaning up Jared's mess inside her. Liz tensed with pleasure at the touch of his tongue. She rode his tongue, forcing him to lick up more of Jared's leftovers. He gagged a little at the taste. To keep his mind off of it, he focused on flicking his tongue at her clit as it came in and out of reach with each motion of her hips. After she loosened her grip on him, he licked the entire length of her. Her back arched with the sensation. As he reached her clit again, he sucked on it firmly. In a rush of pleasure, she tightly placed both hands on the back of his head to make sure he didn't move from that spot. "Oh god! Right there! Good boy. Good little slave boy," she encouraged in between heavy breaths. She tensed one more time and tightly pressed his head between her legs, slightly suffocating him, and then orgasmed. When she finally let his head go, he gasped for air. "Bow!" Liz ordered. "What?" Sam replied as he tried to catch his breath. She kicked his balls, which were protruding out of his cock-cage, and pointed to the floor in front of her. "Face down and ass up. Now!" she demanded as she stood up, towering over him. With the pain of her kick and finally understanding what she wanted, he bowed his head to the ground. "Kiss them!" She pointed to her feet. Sam wasted no time and began to worship her feet. He licked in between her toes, around her ankles, and back again. When she was satisfied with his performance, she bent down and untied his hands. "Get changed. We're meeting someone for breakfast," she said in a softer tone.. "Who are we meeting? Jared? Another guy?" Sam asked. She stopped where she was and turned around. She gave him a hard slap across the face. She pulled him up to standing by his jaw. Her expression was stern and filled with anger. "Slaves don't talk unless asked a question or specifically permitted!" She reprimanded, "Also, if you do speak, you are to address me as 'goddess'. Understand?" "Yes, goddess," he answered weakly. His cheeks were sore with the beating they had received. He decided he should try not to receive too many of those reprimands. Liz wasn't holding back and she seemed to know what she was doing. Hopefully she didn't remember some of the more brutal punishments he had told her about when he would ramble on about his fantasies. He shuddered at the thought. He wasn't sure if those fantasies should be made a reality. "Take us to that coffee shop down the street," Liz directed the driver of their limo as they got seated. "Oh and Sam, I got you a little something to let everyone know your place when we're in public." She pulled out a thin black dog collar with a tag that read "BITCH". His heart raced. Unlike almost everything else that had occurred since yesterday, public humiliation had never been one of his fantasies. He hated the thought of people he knew finding out about his situation; he didn't even want people he didn't know to find out. He knew better this time than to object to it. Instead, he sat silently and waited for her to put it on him. "Don't look so afraid, my love," she said sarcastically as she buckled the collar around his neck. "It's not enough for just you to know you're my little bitch. I have to make sure everyone else knows how pathetic you are too. Now worship me like a good slave." She unbuttoned her shirt, unclipped her bra, and threw it onto the floor of the limo to reveal her perfectly round tits. Sam got on his knees and started to suck on her nipples. Liz sat back and crossed her legs around him as he continued to suck and lick her chest. While he was working on one breast with his mouth he started to play with the other. She slapped his hand and moved it away. "Slaves don't get to touch women with their hands," she explained. "These beauties and my entire body belong to whoever I decide to fuck. You only get to worship me with your mouth." His earlier assumption had been true. He didn't have any rights to her body anymore and Jared owned it now. Of course, this had been what he asked her to do. He begged her before to fuck other men and to not allow him anything but to worship her and serve her as a slave. "I'm done," she said plainly. He didn't catch the meaning and continued worshiping. She pushed him off of her and kicked him to the floor. "I said I'm done! You're gonna learn to listen. I promise you that!" She had used her heel to kick him and left a bruise in his side. His ribs began to ache but his manhood hurt worse trying to get hard. His arousal was both from worshiping and just seeing her tits and from experiencing her intoxicating power over him. "Get up loser!" she taunted. "We're arriving soon. I never told you who we're meeting, did I?" "No, you didn't" "That's 'no, my goddess' to you," she corrected before continuing. "It's my friend Kiki from college. You remember that emo girl who was a freshman when I was a senior? Well, she's taught me a lot about domination. Honestly, she's helped get us to where we are right now." Sam didn't like Kiki at all. She always brought out the "bitch side" in Liz. She always had a bad attitude with him and frequently belittled him, even before he was a slave. Liz told her about his fantasies and Kiki definitely made it a point to play on them, having him get things for her and calling him a "good boy" afterwards. Liz met her when she was a freshman at their college. At the time, she was only 16, having graduated early from high school. Being nothing short of a genius, she got her 4 year degree in 3 years, making her only 19 now. "Thanks! If you don't mind, I think I'll keep you on call. I like riding in a limo," She told the driver. She got a leash out and attached it to Sam's collar. "We can't have you running off now can we?" It was the most humiliated he had ever felt. He preferred cleaning cum out of her pussy to this. He was a grown man walking the streets of the city on a leash like a dog. Sam guessed he should be grateful he wasn't being made to walk on his hands and knees. Surprisingly, most people didn't notice his leash. Although, a couple of women walking by and a few guys sitting outside the coffee shop pointed at him and some laughed. When they got into the coffee shop, Liz spotted Kiki and pulled him by the leash to her table. Kiki hadn't noticed their arrival. She was playing with her phone in her lap and had headphones on. Liz took one headphone out. "Hey Kiki!" Liz said. "Oh! God, you scared me to death!" Kiki squealed in a panic. After she regained her composure she took the other headphone out. "Hey, Liz. I see your plans worked out perfectly." "It was easier than I could have ever imagined. Thank you so much for all your help." "No problem at all. I'm glad to see things in their rightful place. Oh! Let me see that collar you were telling me about." Kiki pushed her phone down into her black corset between her breasts and leaned over looking at his collar. Her chest was in perfect view. Her tits weren't anywhere near as big as Liz's but they were perky or Liz always said "cute". He squirmed a little as his dick bulged against his cock-cage. "Bitch" she read out loud on his tag. "That's perfect for his dog tag. That's exactly what you are isn't it? Little bitch Sam," she mocked. She gave him a playful slap and sat back down. "I see he's wearing his cage too. Awesome!" She must have noticed him squirming in agony with his view down her top. He tried to conceal it more even though she had already noticed. "Of course he is!" Liz said. She tugged on his leash. "After I locked it on him, he fell right into submission. Although, he does need some work." "Which brings us to the next thing.. Do you want to go ahead and get this over with?" "Oh right. Yes, I guess I do need to get going, Jared said he had something special planned for me back at his house." "Alright. Well, why don't you explain to our little slave what this weekend is all about then," Kiki said with a mischievous grin. Liz turned to Sam who was nervously listening to their conversation. He was afraid of where this was headed. "Well, I am spending this weekend with Jared. We're probably going to fuck all day and everyday," she said. Both girls laughed. "Sam, on the other hand, you are going to spend the weekend with Kiki. She is going to teach you how to be the perfect little bitch slave for me. You are going to learn about the new rules of our household from now on and whatever else Kiki wants to teach you. While I am your goddess, Kiki will be your mistress. You'll address her as such and give her the same respect and worship you give me. You always wanted to be my slave and, since I do still love you, I am making sure you learn how to be the best slave you can be. Understand? " Sam was speechless. Sweat started dripping down his face. How could his wife just hand him over to someone else? How could she trust Kiki to have his best interest in mind? Maybe that was the point. Maybe she wanted him to have an unrelenting mistress teach him how to truly submit. He wondered if this could really be an act of love. "She asked you a question, slave! Answer it!" Kiki yelled in his face and stomped his nearby foot with her black leather boots. "Agh! Yes I understand!" Sam wailed. "That's 'yes, I understand, goddess' isn't it?" Kiki asked as she ground her boot into his toes. "Y-yes, goddess!" Sam shrieked as he cringed in pain. "No, you address me as mistress!" "Yes, mistress. Please.." "Oh, what? Does that hurt? Well believe me, you're going to be in a lot worse pain than that when we get to my place if you don't obey me," Kiki said. She released his foot from her boot. The whole coffee shop stared at them for a moment but more at Sam. He could feel his face burn red but he was also more turned on than ever. His goddess and mistress didn't seem to care about the attention they were getting. Liz gave Kiki his leash and the both got up. Kiki pulled him out of the coffee shop and to her car. "Alright well, have fun with him. Make sure he's back in one piece for me. He's got one hell of a mouth and I'll need him to use it when this weekend is over," Liz said as she stepped into her limo. "I'll make sure he's even better with it for you." Kiki called back with a smile. Her demeanor changed to scowl as she looked back at Sam. "Get in!" she ordered. She unclipped his leash. He stopped for a moment. He imagined how evil Kiki could be. He didn't know if he could bring himself to submit to a girl like this. She wasn't strong like Liz. Maybe he could run away. Of course, then Liz would find out. He didn't want to think about what she would do to him if she ever found him. Then there was also the problem with money. He didn't have a penny to his name. "Are you deaf?! Get in!" she snarled. This was the last moment that Sam could try his luck at running or just break down and submit to her and whoever else Liz wanted him to. He decided submitting would be the easiest option and quickly got into the passenger seat of the car. "God you're dense! Although, if you were smarter you wouldn't want to be so submissive would you? I'm going to have so much fun with you. I've got it all planned out," Kiki said with a smirk as she started the car. As she drove, Sam couldn't help but glance at her bust peeking out from her corset. He also noticed her long legs which were being generously shown past her short skirt. They were dressed with fishnets but her boots covered them all the way to her knees. "My, my! We are curious aren't we?" Kiki said. "You'll see plenty of me when we get to my house. No need to stare. It's one of the few perks of being a slave. Speaking of which, we're here." Her house was practically a mansion. He wasn't sure what line of work she was in but it must have paid well. When he got out of the car, she clipped his leash back on and led him into the house and down to her basement where she had created some sort of dungeon. Whips and flogs hung on the walls. Strange furniture and tables with various devices were placed all around the room. A large bed was at the center. "Strip down. You are going to spend the weekend naked in this room and learn how to be a proper slave. The first thing Liz wanted me to teach you is that females are superior to you. All of them are. Me and Liz and all other women are all your mistresses," Kiki said as she walked over to a wide cushioned table. "I want you to get on top of this on your hands and knees and with your legs spread." Sam did exactly as he was told. Kiki seemed to have a wrath like no other and he did not want to be on the receiving end of it. She took some leather restraints from the underside of the table and attached them to his wrists and ankles. She tightened them down so that he couldn't move his legs and his arms were only movable if he unbent his knees. He tried to straighten his legs out to loosen the grip on his wrists but Kiki pulled his ass back toward her from behind. "How much of a 'real man' can you really be if a young girl like me is fucking you in the ass? Hmm?" she said mockingly as she gave him a light slap to his exposed balls. He jolted at the slight pain but the restraints kept him from moving. "After that, I'd think that it would be nearly impossible not to recognize my authority over you. I'll start small. Maybe something along the lines of your pathetic little pencil dick. Don't you worry though, you'll take the big one over there by the time this weekend is over." He looked over at where she was pointing. A large black strapon hung from the wall by it's harness. It had to have been at least 10 inches or maybe 12. He didn't think it was going to be possible for that to fit inside him but he knew she would try anyway. Kiki took out a small strap-on from a drawer in the table. "Before we do anything, I want to tease you a little. I know you were looking me up and down earlier. I want you to see the body of the girl that's about to own you. So I guess I'll just stick this here while you get your show." Before what she said registered, he felt her strap-on plunge its way into his asshole, sending a shock of pain through his spine. A moan escaped his mouth. "Damn!" Kiki bursted out. "Your ass is really tight. You're going to be so much fun to fuck!" Right in front of him, she untied her corset and slowly took it off of her body. Just before revealing her chest, she stopped and grinned at his anticipation. After a moment of giggling at him, she continued stripping. Her tits couldn't have been bigger than an B cup if not smaller but they were as perky as they seemed under her clothes. She had two thorny roses tattooed around the bottom of each breast and her nipples were pierced. He could hardly stand the pain of his arousal and the toy inside him was growing more and more uncomfortable. "Holy.." Sam started to say before remembering the rule about not speaking. Kiki didn't seem to mind and smiled at his gawking. After she was satisfied with his reaction, she slipped off her skirt and walked closer to him. Inches away from his face, she slipped off her black lace panties. revealing the prize between her legs. His tongue reached out to taste her but she was just far enough that he couldn't reach. Wagged her index finger at him mockingly, denying him the taste. She turned around, showing him her petite ass.