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One Long Dream Ch. 01

By: S1lverF0x



My very first attempt at a submitting a story. This is an introduction, but it does set the scene much more action in the following parts. Enjoy!

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Through his living room window, Adam saw the person he thought least likely ever to visit him knock nervously on his front door. It was three o'clock on the Friday afternoon before Christmas. Confused and with a little trepidation, he opened the door to his ex-wife. "Hi, Sharon," he said trying his best to be as civil as possible, "ah...this is a little unexpected... uh... what can I do for you?" he continued without the slightest hint of an invitation for her to enter. It was such an unusual event that he took a while to notice that her normally well concealed breasts were not only very prominent but uncharacteristically visible through her very sheer white blouse. Yes, he thought it is definitely her bare nipples I can see because the bra holding them is not covering anything, must be one of those quarter cup shelf bras or something. 

What the fuck? he thought as she said "Hi, Adam," and then nervously added, "look, I know it's unusual for me to be here, but can I come in?"

Taking time to check out the short skirt and fuck me heels his ex was wearing, he asked her while gazing at her tits again, "This is not one of those 'I've got a letter from my attorney for you' kind of visits is it Sharon?"

"No," she said defensively noting where his gaze was directed "this is not at all like that. And if you like the way my tits look, I think you might find this visit much more to your... er... liking. You going to let me in?"

It's already more to my liking, he thought to himself and then out loud he said "Yeah... of course" stepping aside to let her in. "Come in. Can I get you something, a tea or a coffee maybe?" he asked without too much warmth or enthusiasm but with his interest definitely piqued.

"Thanks..." she said stepping through into his sitting room, "I appreciate the offer of a tea or coffee, but I think I'd really like a glass of wine if you have one, white would be great if you've got some cold otherwise red will be fine too."

"Yeah, sure, no problem let me get you one. Sauvignon blanc OK? It's the only white I have at the moment," he told her rather than asked as he again looked down admiringly from the sheer blouse to the short skirt and the unfamiliar, but very high heels.

"That would be great, thanks Adam," she said.

With a little misgiving at the strange turn of events, he waved his hand toward the sofa and said rather off-handedly, "Take a seat, I'll be back in minute."

She sank bank into the familiar, rich, soft leather of the chesterfield and began to take in some of the details of the room thinking how much of it looked so familiar, but yet much of it was very strange. It felt like she was at home but in a very odd way.

Just then he returned with a bottle of chilled white wine and two glasses. He poured the wine and handed one glass to her saying, "Marlborough, New Zealand, hope it is OK."

"Adam, right now I'd be happy with the cheapest Chateau Collapsible," she returned, "but this is fantastic thanks."

"Well," he said sitting down on the arm of the matching leather chair directly opposite her. This made him higher than her, so that he had to look directly over her subtly parted knees to look into her eyes, which he did as he leant forward offering his glass to her saying "Here's looking at you!"

She responded in kind, leaning forward and touching her glass to his with a hesitant "Thanks Adam. I hope you like what you see too!" 

"Well I've got to say, I like the view so far."

He hadn't, nor could he have, missed that fact that when she leaned forward she let her knees part far enough for him to see that she was wearing stockings and a garter belt under the short skirt. Hmmm, he thought, now that's really unusual! She used to hate wearing stockings for me and here she is giving me a display like she would never have before, this is really getting more interesting by the minute. I wonder what's going on here?

Sharon for her part avoided his eyes, even as their glasses touched, and looked down to the floor as she sank back into the sofa deliberately opening her knees further apart so that he could not only see the very sheer and brief lacy knickers she wore, but also so that he could see that it was not an accidental action.

"So Sharon," he said, relaxing a little while he watched the show and wondering now whether there just might be a good reason that his first wife had just called in; something she had not done for about eight years, wearing stockings and high heels, which she used to refuse to wear for him, displaying her tits exposing her lace covered cunt, and asking for wine, "this is very pleasant, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

As he spoke, he watched her raise the glass to her lips and drain the whole glass in one long motion.

Now, that is really fucking interesting, he thought to himself, she never did that when she was married to me! What's she up to?

"Have another, Sharon," he said pouring a second glass for her, "you're obviously thirsty."

"Thanks Adam," she replied breathlessly, "I really needed that!"

"That's OK," he said as he watched her down half of her second glass, "my pleasure."

They sat in silence while she looked deep into her glass before placing it on the coffee table between them and sinking even further back into the sofa; the relaxing effect of the wine already beginning to show.

"Thanks for the wine Adam, I don't normally drink much as you know, but I needed a little fortification today, it wasn't easy coming here."

"Really, what was so difficult?"

"Well, I know it is only a couple of months since Margaret died and I didn't know whether I was being a bit too quick off the mark or whether it was appropriate for me to call in at all."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I was really genuinely sorry to hear about Margaret, I know you two were very close and she meant a lot to you and I didn't want to intrude. I didn't even know whether you would want to talk to me at all, but since I heard she died, I couldn't get the thought of you being alone out of my head."

"Really! You couldn't wait to leave last time we had anything to do with each other!" he said topping up her glass and handing it to her again thinking she's half cut already let's just see what happens here.

"I know and that has bugged me forever... thanks - great wine by the way!" she continued, taking the glass and sipping a little before going on. "You know why I left you?"

He simply looked at her and said nothing and waited.

Eventually she filled the silence, "Because I was too scared to even try to do the very things I really knew, even then, that I needed to do. Instead I made up a story and went off to find adventure, to play the field and recapture my youth with a string of lovers, but all I found was a violent drunk with a small cock and no idea how to use it and now I am with a mouse of man who doesn't have a clue. And all the time I have been aware that I left the only man who really could satisfy my real needs."

"Yeah, well we make our beds... Anyway, when we separated you had no idea of your real needs, except when you came back from a conference that time after we separated and you practically begged me to fuck you."

"Yeah, I know... I was really confused, and now the wine's going to my head... but I've had a lot of time to think about it all and I know much better now... you know I told you once that you have a really big... er... um... cock, I... mean... penis..."

"I vaguely recall you saying something like that, so what?"

"Well, it's not only... ah... big, it... really is... ah... magnificent and I would... ah... er... do anything... to... to__ "

"You're here flashing your tits and cunt to ask me to fuck you again like you did when you came back all horny after that conference, is that it?" He asked staring down between her now widely parted thighs, "You selfish little bitch. You want me to fuck you so that then you can run back to Martin and forget me until you get another pussy itch!"

"Mmmmm... not exactly... no... that's not it all. I can understand you thinking that, because that's the way I treated you before but you have to believe me. I don't just want you to fuck me, although that by itself would be more than I could hope for right now! I want you to... ah... that is I... I would do anything... anything... to have you take me back into your life. And Adam I mean I would do anything... absolutely anything..." she said staring at the floor.

"So let me get this right, you're here two months after my wife has died to get me to take you back. And you'll do anything to have me do that?"

She dropped her head into her hands and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, uh... I shouldn't have come... I knew it was too soon and that you wouldn't want me... so soon. I'm sorry... I just couldn't get the image of you and your beautiful prick out of my mind... I'd do anything... anything just to feel it again..."

He moved towards her, held his hand out to her and gently helped her to her feet. "It's OK Sharon, it's OK," he said reassuringly as he took her in his arms and feeling his cock growing, "this is all just a bit unexpected is all."

As she began to calm down with her head on his shoulder, he whispered in her ear "Now tell me exactly what you meant when you said you would do anything to have me take you back? What exactly were you thinking off."

"Do you remember," she began between sobs, " the time you tied me up to some hooks you screwed into a doorway once so that you could take some nude bondage photos of me?"

"Yeah, and you cried bloody murder..."

"Yes, I did and you were as always the perfect gentleman. You took pity on me after you got just a few shots of me spread-eagled and topless, crying my eyes out. You didn't even get to take my knickers off I kicked up such a fuss and you didn't want to hurt me."

"Still gets me hard thinking about what I could have done... but..."

"You know you were much too much of a gentlemen, you always were!"

"Really!" he said pushing her gently back into the sofa, "Tell me more!"

Once again he sat on the arm of the leather chair opposite her as she said "It was only after we separated and I thought about that scene again, that I realised that after you untied me and let me go that day I was actually bitterly disappointed that you didn't go on with it. And that wasn't the only occasion, there were other times when I felt I couldn't do what you asked of me, not because there wasn't a part of me that didn't want too, but because my stupid moral upbringing kept telling me it wasn't right to continue or some such crap. And you were always a gentleman and listened to me and never once forced me to do what I really needed to do. And I thought it was always your fault, that you were asking too much, but you were really only being human and adventurous and I was acting like a stupid, frigid, stuck up bitch. That was all in the past, now I'll do absolutely anything to have another chance."

"And what was it that you really needed then?" he asked.

"I know now that what I needed then was for you to not to be the gentleman you were and to totally disregard... completely ignore my protestations and have your way with me. I actually needed you to tie me up and fuck the daylights out of me, but neither of us knew it. And I know now from a lot of soul searching, it's also what I need you to do to me now, only now I need it much, much more than ever. I want you... no... I need you to have your way with me and to do anything and everything to me that you might have ever wanted to do regardless of how much I protest."

"Hmmmmm, OK. I get it. And you are really serious that you'd do anything to have another chance to have me meet your real needs, eh?"

"Yes!"

"Really? And where does Martin fit in here?"

"I am totally serious, I can't wait any longer and while Martin is away for a month teaching in Perth, I thought I'd lay my cards on the table with you. If you say no to me then I will meet Martin at the airport when he gets back as if nothing has happened and go on with life, as boring as it is. If you say yes then I will leave Martin immediately. I am that serious!"

"And you say you'll do anything?"

"Anything!"

"I might be a bit paranoid, but I can see a real danger here for me. If I do as you suggest and have my way with you, what's to stop you running out and crying rape and any one of a hundred other things?"

"Just my word that I will not take any action whatsoever about anything that you might do to me because of this conversation."

"Can I have that in writing?"

"Sure, when do you want it?"

"Now would be handy. I'll get some paper and a pen." He said walking to the desk in the corner where he took a pad of fine vellum paper and a fountain pen out of the top drawer, already composing a formal sounding agreement in his head.

"Here you go." He said handing her the pen and paper.

"You'd better write it, you know my handwriting is just awful," she told him pushing the paper back towards him.

"Duh!" he retorted, "just how convincing for a court would it be if it was in my handwriting. No, you write it and here is what you will write. Make sure whenever you write my name or he, him or his you use an upper case h and when you write your name or i, me, my or mine always use lower case..."

"Just like in the online slave stories, huh?" she asked.

"So you have had a little education, then. Good, so have I - lots of it, I just never thought I'd have the opportunity to try it out on you though. So you obviously know what to expect. Ever read 'The Story of O' Sharon?" He asked, expecting her to say that she'd never heard of it.

"Ummm, I have." She admitted timidly, "I actually found it in one of your cupboards when I moved out so I took it, and I've read it every couple of years since. I've still got it although it is pretty well worn now. It had me turned on from cover to cover. It's pretty hot isn't it? "

"It is and I'd often wondered what happened to my copy, at least know now. So is there anything that happened to O that wasn't a turn on for you?"

"Nothing I can think of," she said with a large grin on her face as she thought of O strung up between two columns being viciously whipped and branded and wondering whether he would recall that scene, "No, nothing I can think of just now. I'll let you know though if anything does come to mind that I don't think is appropriate to our arrangement, OK?"

"Don't bother, if you can't think of anything now then I'll take it as read that everything is OK." Adam replied thinking only of the scene right at the end of the story where Sir Stephen leads O, who was wearing only a beautiful bird mask, high heels, collar and leash, into a ballroom. Did you take my Beauty books?"

"I guess I have to own up to that too, I loved them. She writes so vividly it all seems so real."

"And were they a turn on from cover to cover for you too?" he asked.

"Oh yes, they were such a turn on that I imagined myself as Beauty in every scene, thankfully neither Martin nor my second husband, Russell, ever noticed. Mind you I don't know how they could not have noticed, I had my hand between my legs at every single opportunity for the two years it took me to read the three books. Even now, anytime I want a bit of relief I just pick a Beauty book at random, open it at random and immerse myself in whatever scene Beauty finds herself in.

"So you have even learned how to bring yourself off then?" he asked.

"Yes, but that's a secret between just us. And no one but you and me knows what I use to turn myself on."

"And now you want to me to take you back on the condition that I stop being a gentleman, huh?"

"Yes."

"You know, given what you have just told me, I intend to use the Story of O, the Beauty books and my favourite online stories as text books and inspiration for my handling of you."

"I thought you might and I think I would be disappointed if you didn't now."

"Then nothing in the books is off-limits," he told her rather than asked her.

"I hope not," she replied.

"You up to it?"

"I hope so."

"So do I, Sharon, so do I. Well, all right then let's have a little trial period of 3 days and see how it goes. If it works out we can make longer term plans, OK?" He asked.

One Long Dream Ch. 02



Continuing the story of Adam's unexpected Christmas present exactly where it left off in Ch 1.

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"So do I, Sharon, so do I. Well, all right then let's have a little trial period of 3 days and see how it goes. If it works out we can make longer term plans, OK?" He asked.

"Sounds good to me. I am not sure that 3 days is going to be long enough to convince you though, I'd be much more comfortable agreeing to you using me for a full year's trial. But at least it gives me 3 days to prove to you that I am serious about wanting you to take me back and you probably can't do too much to me in 3 days anyway. So thanks Adam, a trial is a great idea and I really appreciate you listening to me and being prepared to give it a go. I know that this is totally out of character and the very last thing you would have expected from me, but it has been something I have been thinking about and hoping for since before I married Martin and even before I married Russell, but since you were so close to Margaret, I just never thought there would ever be a chance for it to happen. So I married Russell and when that didn't work out I moved on to Martin. Then, only when I heard about Margaret, did I see a glimmer of hope. I didn't want to die wondering, so I decided to act sooner rather than later. So thank you for listening to me and giving me a chance, even if it is only 3 days."

"We'll see. The way I see it, it's a no lose situation for me. I get to have fun playing with you for a while and if you don't work out for me I give you back to Martin. It's like buying something with a money back guarantee. Gotta be happy with that."

"I suppose it is a little like that when you think of it, except you aren't exactly paying anything for me."

"Hmmm maybe. Maybe I make all nice and clean and just make Martin an offer for you. Hmmm, as an untrained slave at your age you're probably not worth all that much to anyone but me, you're really just raw material. I'll offer him $5,000 for you as is. Think he will accept?"

"I don't think he would know how much to take, but he is a little desperate for money just now so you could probably get me for not much more than that, you never know, you could always ask I suppose." Sharon said thinking it was a bit of a joke. "But I'm worth much more than that to you: a million at least."

"Don't kid yourself! You're totally unproven and your only qualification is having frigged yourself a few times while you read a sexy book. You wouldn't fetch much on an auction block next to a bunch of twenty year olds and that's the real competition for slaves these days, you know, with all the women being trafficked from Eastern Europe. But we will see, I quite fancy the idea of buying you in any case."

"I'm his partner, not his property you know and I'm not for sale!"

"No, of course you're not his property and therefore not for sale. Well, not yet anyway. When Martin finds out that you're giving yourself to me for free, without his knowledge or even any say in the matter, he might be very partial to taking a fire sale price for you and it would make me feel much more comfortable, in the circumstances, to pay him to take you off his hands. I could even offer to pay his legal fees too. I might even get you for less than 5 grand. But regardless of whether I buy you or not, if or when I take you back you will be my property. Make no mistake about that!"

"That's different," she said, "I am offering myself to you completely anyway. I would expect you to own me in the same way that Sir Stephen owned his slave O and the way that the Prince owned his slave Beauty. I will be very disappointed in myself if I can't convince you that I am worth owning completely."

"OK, but it's not going to be easy for you! If you do go through with our agreement, I will use you as a fucktoy and painslut. I assume your reading has introduced you to the concepts of fucktoys and painsluts?" he asked expecting her to back out at the mention of the word painslut.

"Of course, O was certainly a fucktoy and painslut for Sir Stephen. As you know every man and his dog fucked and whipped O for his pleasure... well there were no dogs in the story of O, but you get my drift. Sir Stephen gave her to lots of other men and even some women. And Beauty was a complete sex slave, fucktoy and painslut for her Prince. She was literally fucked and whipped all the way through the 3 books by anyone and everyone. And I have read hundreds of online stories that make it very clear what a fucktoy and a painslut is."

"OK, I get your drift. Too bad about the dogs though! That would be interesting."

"Yeah, that would certainly be interesting. On some of the online story sites I visit, men let dogs use their fucktoys and even invite their friends to watch the action."

"Is that a suggestion? Does that turn you on too?"

"Well," she said with a huge grin, "it kind of depends on what type of dog and in a weird kind of way it does make me very warm and wet. I would love to have tried it on with Angus, but I didn't think of it until long after we gave him away. But then again being an Airedale, he was probably too small to be of any real use."

"Well, you obviously know exactly what you are doing Sharon. You have given me a raging hard on just thinking about using you the way I should have done when we were together."

"Oh good, then you will certainly want to use me that way now, won't you?"

"Absolutely, Sharon, absolutely."

"See! I told you I am worth owning. If I can bring you pleasure before you even touch me how much more pleasure will you get when you do get to touch me?"

"And what about you? How are you feeling? Juiced up and ready for action?"

"Adam I could fuck an army right now. I'm so wet, that if I weren't wearing knickers my juices would be pooling on your sofa. I feel as though they probably are anyway."

"Good. Then let's see if you really are cut out to be a fucktoy and painslut, and you know, judging by the way you've been talking today and your heavily repressed past, I think you just might turn out to be a real natural, so sit back and spread your legs wide for me; I want to have good look at what I'm getting for my money."

Sharon immediately sat right back in the sofa, pulled her skirt up to her waist and threw her legs as wide apart as she could giving Adam an uninterrupted view of the sheer, sexy knickers that stretched across her nether lips. As he drank in the sight of the near transparent material that was clearly soaked through with her love juices, she unbuttoned and opened her blouse to expose the matching quarter cup shelf bra that held her tits up and out invitingly and made her nipples completely available. Her last action was to drape her arms along the top of the chesterfield.

"Well done Sharon, I like your new style," he said standing, "stay just the way you are for few minutes."

While Sharon held herself wide open, Adam went to his desk again and this time took out a semi professional digital video camera from the bottom drawer and screwed it onto a solid tripod, before setting it up where he would be able to film Sharon writing her agreement. But first he trained the camera on her where she sat displaying her charms.

"Now, Sharon don't worry about the video camera, it will be covering an awful lot of what you do over the next few days. Stay just the way you are and answer a few questions for me."

With that Adam sat immediately below the camera lens and clicked the remote to begin recording. "So Sharon, I really like what I see, but tell me why did you come to my house today?"

"I... ah... came to ask you to take me back into your life Adam."

"And did anyone influence your decision to come here or was it entirely your own idea?"

"It was entirely my own idea, nobody else even knows that I am here, just you and me and you obviously had no idea what I was thinking."

"So why do you want me to take you back into my life?"

"Because I need you to."

"Need me to do what exactly, Sharon?"

"I need you to do to me what I should have let you do to me when we were together."

"And what is that specifically Sharon?"

"Take complete control of me and do whatever you want to do to me or with me, Adam."

"If I did that what would you become, Sharon?"

"I would become your sex slave, Adam?"

"Is that all you would be, Sharon? Can you be more specific about what it would mean to be my sex slave, Sharon?"

"It means that I would become your fucktoy and painslut; a piece of property for you to use and enjoy in whatever way you choose."

"Are there any limits to what I can do with you or to you, Sharon?"

"No, none. You may do with whatever you wish."

"Now be specific Sharon; What do expect me to do with you when you are my fucktoy?"

"I expect that you will use me to satisfy every possible sexual need you have with every part of my body, including my tits, mouth, pussy and anus. I expect that at some stage you will make me available for others to use in the same way."

"Very good then you will probably not be disappointed. What do you expect me to do with you when you are my painslut?"

"I expect that you will use my body to gratify your need to exact revenge on me for screwing up our marriage and for denying you the pleasure of abusing me for the last 15 years since we separated. I also expect that you will punish me whenever I fail to please you or whenever I displease you. When I am your painslut, I will exist solely to give you pleasure, however you decide to get your pleasure."

"Excellent, Sharon. Again I don't think you will be disappointed. Now is there anything else that you expect in this relationship?"

"I expect that I will not be the only woman that you fuck. I wasn't last time and I can understand that completely now that I know what a stupid, frigid bitch I was to you. But I would like to be your leading, or number one slave. I would like to have my status as your leading slave formally recognised in marriage, even if you take other slaves into our household permanently and fuck them regularly."

"Well that is perfectly reasonable Sharon. I agree that if you pass the trial I will marry you and recognise you as my number one slave. You shall be the head concubine if we ever take on any other slaves then. Is there anything else you expect?"

"Yes, I expect you to use me to explore every aspect of the world of domination and fetish. I will gladly work with you to find new ways for you to exercise your ownership and control of me. I expect that you will find all kinds of weird and wonderful ways to dominate and use me, privately and publicly."

" Done, you can rely on it. Do you know what a safe word is?"

"Yes."

"Do you have one?"

"Yes, I thought that you might ask so I do have one ready, but I do not ever intend to use it."

"What is it?"

"Lime green."

"Move your knickers aside so I can see your cunt."

"Yes, Sir, may I call you Sir please?" she asked him as she used both hands to pull her knickers clear of her cunt for him.

"I prefer Master."

"Yes, of course Master, it suits you very well. Does my pussy please you Master?"

"Yes thank you, Sharon. I like what I see very much, you are still very attractive and obviously, looking at that delicious cunt oozing your juices everywhere, I think that you are going to do very nicely. I also think I am going to really get a kick out of owning you."

"Thank you Master, I was hoping that you would find me attractive enough to want to own. I feel incredibly lucky to have a chance to be in your life again. Thank you again Master. Oh I just love that word."

"Just as well, because you will have plenty of opportunities to use it from now on. Now cover that sopping cunt and straighten your clothes up?" he told her as he hit stop on the remote. "Do you have makeup in your handbag?"

"Yes Master."

"Then go and freshen your lipstick and brush your hair. I want you to be as smart as possible when I film you writing your agreement out, understand?"

"Yes Master," she replied as stood and jogged to the bathroom.

Adam busied himself with adjusting the video camera while she was away. It wasn't long before she skipped back into the room with huge grin on her face.

"Ready to sign your life away Sharon?"

"Oh yes, Master, I'm very, very ready. You saw my pussy positively dripping in expectation. I've never been readier for anything. I've lived my live like a virtual nun, fighting stupid childhood beliefs and now you are going to free me from the responsibilities of meeting those expectations. I have been more turned on sitting here with you in the last two hours than ever before in my life. My pussy has never been so wet before even in my wildest fantasies about being your sex slave. I said a little while ago I could fuck an army, now I would happily let them all whip me first, or whip me while they took turns to fuck me absolutely stupid. Yes Master, I am ready. I am ready to do the deal, let's get it over and done with before the wine wears off and I change my mind."

"You're ready to write then?"

"Yes, just a moment", she said picking up the pen and steadying herself on her knees in front of the coffee table. "OK, let's go!"

"Alright, here we go then," Adam began dictating, "i, sharon, maree downey (hereinafter i, me, my, mine) with immediate effect from 5 pm on this 18th day of December 2009, do hereby agree that until the expiration of 72 hours, that is until 5 pm on the 21st day of December 2009, Adam Keith Downey (He, Him, His) has my full permission to do absolutely anything He wants to me and with me in any way He sees fit without any limitation whatsoever. i fully indemnify Him against any claim that i might have now or at any time in the future, of any nature whatsoever, arising from any action that He might take pursuant to this agreement, or that might arise from Him ignoring, disregarding or acting in direct contravention of any statement, protestation or refusal i might make during the term of this agreement. i expressly give Him permission to ignore anything and everything i say or do that could be interpreted as a refusal to comply with His directions, commands or wishes or that could be interpreted as my wish, desire, direction or order for Him to desist with a course or courses of action during the term of this agreement.

"my most fervent wish is that He will completely disregard all of my protestations, my refusals to cooperate and any physical signs, such as crying, attempting to resist physically, or struggling that might be interpreted as a protest against any action of His or as my refusal to comply with any order, instruction, direction, suggestion or wish that He might make pursuant to this agreement. I further fervently desire Him to use me sexually Himself, offer me for use by others as He sees fit; to use any form of punishment, either at His own hand or at the hand of others, necessary to enforce His will; and to restrict my freedom in any way that He desires for His pleasure or to increase my value to Him as His chattel.

"i retain the right to withdraw my permission at any time during the agreement but that withdrawal will only take effect one hour after i have given Him notice in writing. i acknowledge that i may not have access to writing materials and that i may not have the ability or permission to ask for them, in which case i shall say the safe words "lime green" to terminate the activity immediately. I acknowledge that the use of the safe words may terminate the entire agreement at His entire discretion. The intent of this notice period is to prevent any new activities from starting but to allow activities already under way to be completed."

"i acknowledge that the intention of this agreement is to determine my suitability for possible future engagement as His full time slave. At His discretion solely one possible outcome of this agreement may be an offer of marriage.

i agree that while the term of this agreement is 72 hours, He may at any time unilaterally and without further agreement from me extend the term by any period and such extension shall constitute a further trial period where all the terms of the agreement remain in force."

"i grant Him an exclusive option to convert this agreement into a life-time slave contract either within or without marriage under His terms at any time. This option will survive the expiry of the agreement and any extension of the agreement by five years from the date of the expiry of the original agreement or of any extension whichever is the later."

"Signed"

"Leave a space for you signature... that's it"

"sharon maree downey"

He watched carefully as she finished scratching out the agreement then he simply said, "Good now sign it!"

Sharon signed the agreement and then handed it to him "Here you are -- happy Master?"

"Very happy thank you. Now you said you would do anything, huh!

"That's what I said!"

"And you have just signed an agreement that allows me to do whatever I like with you or to you. Is that right? And is that what you meant to do?" He asked her.

"Yes, it is exactly what I meant to do, I've taken a very long time to work up the nerve to do it, but it is exactly what I want to do."

"Sharon, do you have any idea what I might want to do with a woman that I effectively own, as I now own you, well for 3 days anyway?" He asked her.

"I have always imagined that you would probably want to get back at me for being such a frigid bitch to you, but I haven't got any real inkling of what you might actually do to me. I guess having talked about the 'Story of O', the 'Beauty' books and the sort of online BDSM stories, I should expect anything, but I am here now and have agreed that you can and should do anything you like to me to make up for all the time that I have caused us to lose."

"OK then! Let's not lose any more time. I've only got 3 days to make my mark on you, so to speak, and come to think of it, I think I will definitely make a mark or two, or three or four or more on you in that time, which starts right now!"

"What kind of marks did you have in mind Master?" She asked very timidly, having not really considered what that meant in reality.

"I have a few ideas that will definitely leave some lovely, but temporary marks on your pretty pale skin, in places you may not expect them, and several ideas for some more permanent decoration that I have always wanted to see on you, but knew you would refuse back then. But now that I have your permission to do whatever I want, I will certainly be adding a number of decorative as well as practical modifications. As a minimum, in three days time you can expect to have rings dangling from your nipples and cunt lips."

"I guessed that that would happen sometime since you did say several times when we were together how much you like pierced nipples, but my pussy lips? You would want to pierce them too?"

"You'd better believe it my little fucktoy! But it's time to see just how serious you really are." He said holding his hand out to help her to her feet, "I am going upstairs to get a few things, while I am away you will take off everything above your waist except jewellery and everything below your waist except the stockings you've been flashing, whatever is holding them up and your heels. Then you will lie on your back on the coffee table with your hands under your head at the stereo end and your feet spread wide at the corners of the other end. I want to see your pussy smiling at me as I come back down the stairs. Understand?"

She looked at him nervously and gave him a weak nod in reply. "This is only the beginning, Sharon, I am determined to push very hard to find out over the next 3 days just how serious you really are. I am not going to die wondering! You will be my fucktoy and painslut, depend on it. If you show me that you are really, totally committed over that time then we may have a future together. If you aren't going to at least start now then just let yourself out while I am upstairs. Ready?"




One Long Dream Ch. 02



She nodded and he bent down to plant a kiss on her neck, then on her lips forcing them apart with his tongue and invading her mouth. Sharon swooned and almost lost her balance in joy, but then he turned abruptly, climbed the stairs and disappeared from her sight. 



One Long Dream Ch. 03



Having discovered chap 2 languishing in the preview mode I thought I had better get chap 3 out a bit quicker. I must make it clear that this is a work of fiction and the each of the characters is a composite of real and imagined characteristics of lots of people I have met or imagined that I have met. It is pure fiction.

Enjoy

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She nodded and he bent down to plant a kiss on her neck, then on her lips, forcing them apart with his tongue and invading her mouth. Sharon swooned and almost lost her balance in joy, but then he turned abruptly, climbed the stairs and disappeared from her sight.

Suddenly, alone with her thoughts and more than just a little excited, panic struck her. Fuck, he accepted! she thought as she pulled her skirt down. What have I done? Will he like what he sees? I am a lot older then when he last saw me naked... Other similar thoughts raced through her mind. Even as she stepped out of her knickers she thought Damn... he didn't even get to see them properly on me, what a waste that was. Oh well! Nothing for it now but to... wonder how long he will be away... better get on with it just in case... can't fuck this up this time... only have one chance to get him back... shit... I hope he still likes to eat pussy. 

The stream of thoughts kept racing through her mind chasing each other as she pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor with the rest of her gear. Then as she released the clasp of her quarter cup bra and slipped it off her shoulders she began to calm herself down. He's seen it all before, there's nothing new here for him really, he just hasn't seen it for a while... I've just got to make it as attractive and available for him as possible. When she finally lay back on the coffee table, settling her heels on the corners of the table and tucking her hands under her head, she realised the enormity of her position. Here she was after barely an hour of nervous conversation with her ex-husband in his house, naked, well except for the suspenders, stockings and heels, Thank God I thought to wear them and the bra with see through blouse, he obviously still gets turned on by that kind of thing...

She felt more open, exposed and vulnerable than at any other time in her entire life, having literally thrown herself at his disposal and having promised to do anything at all to have him take her back. As she lay there with her legs spread wide and her pussy facing the stairs so that it would be the first thing he saw when he returned, she tried to calm herself as much as possible by repeating, take my pussy, Adam, it's all yours... take my body, Adam it's all yours... take me Adam, I'm all yours...

The time started to go by a little more slowly and she began to wonder what he might be up to up there. And still she tried to reassure herself as she lay patiently exposing her cunt to the stairs. I'm sure he'll love it. Fuck, I'm feeling really hot... never felt so horny... hope he doesn't take too much longer.

But he did, it was at least 15 minutes from the time she lay down exposing her cunt before he came down the stairs carrying an arm full of gear that he placed on the floor directly in front of her now gaping sex.

"Hmmmm, you look very sexy like that Sharon, you know and you will make it even sexier for me if you just lie perfectly still and stay completely quiet, don't make a single sound and do exactly as you're told. You don't need to talk, in fact, you are not to talk at all now; you only need to nod or shake your head. Can you do that for me?" She nodded nervously.

"Good! Now let me fix a few things here." He said as he picked up several lengths of soft red curtain sash cord, separating them into longer and shorter lengths. As he worked he kept up a continuous one-way conversation in a soft voice she found oddly reassuring, despite the bizarre situation she was in.

"By the way, Sharon, you know that cunt of yours looks really good spread wide like it is, much more inviting than I ever remember it being. And it even looks," he said as he ran a finger up and down her slit, "as though it now comes with its own internal lubrication system, just judging by the juices flowing down between your arse cheeks. But, you know, with the little bit of work I am going to do to soon, it will look even better, but more of that in a minute. First though, I have this really wonderful, colourful, curtain sash cord, in this lovely red colour, that will contrast beautifully with your pale skin to make the lovely image that is your naked body even more beautiful to behold."

"The first thing is to tie those lovely wrists and ankles together to keep them out of the way," he told her as he fixed the first large clove hitch around the right ankle and wrapped 6 turns of cord in figure eight loops around the right ankle and right wrist of his increasingly nervous, but compliant ex. He completed the knot by tightening the whole with three wrapping turns around the crossover of the two sets of loops and finishing off with a couple of firm half hitches.

"Hmmmm that looks pretty good, Sharon and the red really does set off your lovely pale skin... now I'll just pass the end of the cord under the table and repeat the process on the other side... like this."

Within just a couple of minutes he had lashed her left wrist and ankle together.

"There we go, my little darling, that will keep your hands out of the way," he told her as he sat in a chair that he pulled to the end of the coffee table so that he was looking at her through her wide spread thighs, "now we get to move onto the really interesting work."

She saw him pick up a large professional looking digital SLR camera, something she thought would happen and she smiled at just how predictable he was.

He noticed her look and told her "I didn't get any useful shots last time, but I intend to get plenty today and Margaret's cameras and cards are just the ticket. Give us a smile, that's it, keep your head up and keep smiling at me as I go right round you. That's it, great! Perfect! And now a big smile through your legs, shit hot! Just a minute," he told her as he dipped two fingers into her very wet cunt and used her juices to spread her pussy lips wide. "Fantastic; that got you smiling at both ends."

"Now back to work," he said putting the camera on a tripod and aiming it her spread pussy, "just lift your arse up a bit so I can get this towel under it, that's it! Good girl! There you go!"

She strained to lift her head so that she could see what he was doing but all she could see was him bending down to pick something up. When he reappeared above her pubic hair she saw, with some alarm, that he had a pair of scissors in his hand. Ignoring her worried look, if he had even seen it, he ran his fingers through her long and healthy bush saying "I always thought your cunt was just too hairy, and I hate getting pubes stuck between my teeth, so you had better be extra still now because I am going to give you a haircut and shave."

"No, not that... "

Slap! He caught the soft inside of her right thigh hard before she could finish.

"Really," he said, "I thought you said you would do anything! Well, let me tell you something sweetheart, I took anything to mean exactly that. Now you will not only do anything I tell you, but everything I tell you, and as I said before I intend to test you thoroughly over the next few days just to see how serious you really are and if a little shave puts you off then you can't be too serious. So are you serious? Do you want me to stop now? If it is yes, we stop and you go home immediately. If it's no, we continue! Nod for yes or shake your head for no now!"

She shook her head.

"Good, but you have fucked up on two counts now and I am not about to let you get away with that. I am going to tan your arse after we finish here, understand?"

A slow nod indicated that she understood him.

"I am pleased," he went on, running a comb through her long bushy pubes while he spoke, "that you are beginning to get the picture. Unlike when I tied you to the doorway that time and let your crying put me off, this time there is only my way or the highway for you, get it? And my way means my way: no negotiation, no compromise, just good old fashioned, total obedience in everything."

"By your own admission just an hour ago," he continued as he cut her hair carefully down to a neat and even half centimetre length, "I fucked up when I let your crying put me off that time, and look where that got us, twenty years of bloody misery. No this time, my dear, I am going to enjoy myself, I've given you a couple of opportunities now to quit, and you've chosen to stay. I am not going to ask you whether you're serious again, I assume you are and I'm now going to do what I'm going to do. Feel free to cry at anytime, as a matter of fact, I think that hearing and seeing you shed a few tears will really add to the excitement and enjoyment of the situation, and now that I really think about it, it would be entirely appropriate, given the circumstances."

Jesus, she thought to herself, how far will this go, he has obviously taken this whole idea entirely seriously... but I guess I knew he would... and isn't that what I wanted anyway? I do have to admit it is very exciting: I've never felt so alive or turned on - ever! Shit! It's not going to be easy to let him have his way, but I know it is really important to see this through to its conclusion, what ever that is. My natural reaction is always to say no, but I can't afford to do that again or I know he will reject me once and for all. God give me strength to go with the flow completely and not give up. It does feel incredibly good to have him pay so much attention to me and I can feel my juices really starting to flow. Fuck! I needed this and a tanned arse isn't too much to pay - really.

As this last thought ran through her mind she realised that he had stopped using the scissors and was dragging something across her lower belly. She looked up to see him drawing on her with an eyebrow pencil, but she couldn't make out what he was drawing. Once he was satisfied, she saw and felt him start to bathe her entire pussy and pubic area in warm water, which was quickly followed by the contents of a can of shaving gel. At least she knew why he had put the towel under her now.

It was impossible for her to keep her head up to watch everything and she lowered it back onto to the table when she felt the first touch of the razor.

"I'd suggest you stay very still now Sharon. The razor is brand new and very sharp and I wouldn't want to cut these wonderful puffy cunt lips of yours and I'm sure you wouldn't want that either."

With that she took in a deep breath and stayed as still as she could, being content to feel the drag of the razor across her remaining short bristle.

She tried to imagine how she would look with a shaved pussy, fully expecting him to give her a Brazilian, but she found where she felt the razor somewhat puzzling. Rather than cut away the vast bulk of her bush he seemed to be concentrating on the area closest to her pussy, leaving much of the stuff that might sneak out of a bikini.

After ten minutes of intense concentration when he said hardly a word, he stood and picked up a large mirror that he had brought down from upstairs, and held it up so she could admire her new look saying, "There you go, Sharon, you now have not just got a very wet cunt, but a very beautiful one that will be a real pleasure to eat. Isn't that just beautiful?"

The sight of her naked pussy lips took her a little by surprise but she could see why a man might like the sight of a clean-shaven pussy. She nodded grudgingly that it was beautiful.

"Great, thought you'd like it! Now just stay there while I clean you up a little." He said as he wiped the remaining foam away with a wet cloth and dried her off.

No sooner had he finished then he knelt between her open thighs and began kissing the freshly shaven pussy from top to bottom while he ran a finger around her now exposed clitoris. She started lifting her hips up towards his tongue almost immediately desperate to maximise the excitement she was feeling, but she really didn't need to as she came as soon as he shoved two fingers into her now dripping cunt and found her g-spot. She came hard and he kept up the pressure until she collapsed back onto the table exhausted.

While she was still trying to catch her breath, he pulled a tightly fitting airline sleep mask from his cache of goodies and slipped it over her head and down over her eyes.

The pressure of the mask snapped her back to the present and in her panic she cried "No...". In a split second she felt a burst of pain in her right breast as Adam delivered his immediate response "Shut up, you little cunt, you are not to say anything and I mean anything. Got it!"

She nodded slowly, even though she was totally shocked at his reaction, that he had actually slapped her so hard when he had never laid a finger on her in anger before and on her tit of all places. This was new and while she had fantasised about him treating her like this ever since he had tied her up that time so long ago, the reality came unexpectedly. What shocked her even more was that he had called her a cunt, he had never sworn at her before except in her fantasies and now in reality it stung her even though he was treating her just as she had imagined he would so many times. With her breast stinging, her mind spinning and her cunt on fire she was sobbing gently in humiliation and in recognition that life and fantasy were now merging and she had absolutely no control over either.

"Good, well you had better remember it in future. Now I'm going to have to extend your arse tanning, I didn't want to, but you have given me no choice. I think 20 for the earlier misdemeanor and another 20 for this latest outburst, yes, 40 strokes all up: 20 with my hand and twenty with my table tennis paddle, that seems appropriate. Now keep quiet!"

With her now sobbing quietly, he moved back to the business end of his ex and began to run his tongue slowly up and down her slippery slit, again using two fingers to find her g-spot and gently circle the little rough patch to start her once again heading up the path to an orgasm. This time it was a little longer before she came, but it was no less intense and if anything it lasted longer. By the time she came back down she was gasping for breath and mumbling incoherently something about never being so lucky, nor so loved or something like that he couldn't make out.

Should I try for three? he wondered and then thought, fuck it why not, the cunt is not in any position to argue, or complain and it really is fucking fun, considering all the orgasms she didn't have when we were married. So here goes! he thought as he started to tongue her for a third time. This time he found her g-spot straight way and used his other hand to coax her clit out of its hood, by circling it with his fingers and thumb. Its size took him by surprise when it emerged: he had never seen it so large, mainly because she had stopped him every time she had even looked like getting to the stage of being really turned on, but this time she couldn't stop him, and here it was big enough to grab hold of, which is exactly what he did, pulling and stroking it like a mini prick which sent her over the top in the biggest orgasm of her entire life,

This was everything she had hoped it could be, exciting, sexy and totally outside her control, she could not have stopped him doing any of this, she reasoned, once he had her tied to the table. That was it! That was the key! Whenever she was in control she had prevented him, no she had actually forced him, through psychological blackmail to stop every time. Now she accepted that because he was in total control she had no way of stopping him, no way at all and look at the rewards she got for that. She decided then and there that she would do anything to give him total control of her sexual being - forever!

Of course, he didn't know this and he thought that he still had a fight on his hands that he meant to win. A game plan was forming rapidly in his mind as he grabbed two quick-release webbing tie-down straps to secure her to the table firmly while he untied her wrists and ankles. She was almost out to it as he pulled the two straps tight, one around her chest and the other round her hips pinning her arms neatly to her side before fastening the straps around the table itself. He quickly untied her wrists and ankles from the table before tying her ankles together and then dropping her feet over the end of the table. Working smoothly and quickly he released the tie down straps and lifted her to a sitting position, then smoothly swept her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together before pulling her elbows close to each other and loosely securing them with several wraps around each and then a number of handsome wraps to tighten the binding.

With her once again firmly bound he stood back to admire his work all the while refining his game plan in his mind.

Sharon was desperately trying to gather her wits, wondering what was coming next. Here she was naked except for suspenders, stockings and heels, on her ex husband's coffee table while her husband was away, bound hand and foot, blindfolded and he had just told her to stand!

She was struggling and with her arms bound behind her it was difficult, but, eventually, she made it to her feet.

"Bravo! Bravo! Now" he said, taking hold of her left nipple "come with me. Hopping is probably your best bet." And he pulled her forward.

She felt the pain in her nipple at the same time as she felt the forward momentum pull the top of her body so that she felt as if she was going to fall. It was almost a reflex action that made her hop to get her feet under her again, as she felt her nipple pulled forward again. Then he stopped.

"I just realised," he said letting go of her nipple, "that when you knocked I was in the middle of doing my Christmas decorating and that gives me an idea!"

She heard a little rustling and a little later he had a firm hold of her left nipple, "I always loved these fantastic nipples," he said as he pulled, twisted and tugged on both of them, making them seem even larger than he remembered, "they've got to be at least a full centimetre and half long, just fabulous little toys. I must confess that I really have missed these delightful suckers."

She remembered vividly how he used to go straight for her nipples and how she always felt betrayed by them: they would harden at the slightest hint of any sexual play. She had always had to stay very focused to make her refusals of his advances sound genuine when she knew he could feel from her nipples that she was turned on.

Now, though, she felt both his hands tugging and playing with her left nipple and then she felt a sharp pain as he pulled the loop of a small hangman's knot in thin Christmas ribbon tight around the nipple, of course with her blindfold she had no idea what he'd actually done. He moved to her right breast and repeated this action so that she felt pain in both nipples equally. She couldn't imagine what he had just attached to her nipples, but the pain of the tight loops was constant.

She felt a tugging on first one and then the other nipple while he tied three Christmas tree balls to each nipple. Only when he finished tying the first set did she notice the extra pull of the weight of the balls and felt them swinging and tinkling gently against her belly. The pain wasn't excruciating, not even really unpleasant, but it was constant and certainly noticeable.

Satisfied with the look he had created, he took some gold tinsel and wrapped it around her loose brunette hair as a sort of crown. As a last touch, he wrapped a length of 3 cm broad red ribbon around her neck and tied it off in a big bow under her chin.




One Long Dream Ch. 03



"There! I was going to get a tree this afternoon, but your visit interrupted that plan so you can be my Christmas tree this evening, and a nice little mobile one at that."

He stood and admired her for a while before snapping a bunch more shots from every conceivable angle.

She heard the camera shutter burst into life again and tried to count the shots, but lost count after about thirty, just as she had on the coffee table. She thought he must have some kind of remote shutter release as she heard the shutter opening even when he had had both hands occupied with her pussy and clitoris. Regardless of how he had done it this time, unlike when he had got just a handful of shots the only time he had tied her up all those years ago, she thought he must already have hundreds of her this afternoon, and not just topless either. What could he possible do with so many shots of her?

A pull at her nipple stirred her from her contemplation of the possible uses of so many nude, bound photos and made her take another hop to regain balance, but she realised she would need to hop again, and again, and again. It seemed she didn't get very far with each hop and she seemed to have to take a lot of them, but eventually there was no forward pull on her nipple and she felt the slight slip as she landed on a smooth hard surface, the kitchen tiles!

"On your knees where you belong, now cunt!"

Reeling again at the humiliating way he was speaking to her and totally unsure of how to get to her knees and scared of falling on the tiled floor, she struggled and took several attempts to get to her knees, but she finally made it.

"You know," he told her as he stood in front of her, cradling her head against his hips and caressing her hair, "watching you kneel then was awfully good fun, I really enjoyed the way you moved and the way the balls hanging from your tits bounced and swung, it's a real shame that you've denied me this pleasure for so long, but I am going to enjoy making up for all that lost time. I really am enjoying this more and more every minute. So much so that I think," he said pulling her head to her side so that it rested against his groin, "that by the time you convince me to take you back you really will be a fucking great little asset that I won't want to let go of. But we will see."

Holding her head firmly against him, he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt. She felt as much as heard him undoing his zip. She felt him struggling to push his trousers down one handed as he kept a firm hold on her head with the other. After feeling a little more movement of cloth against her head she felt her face contact bare skin and then came the moment she had been expecting ever since she had arrived. She felt his prick against her cheek as he began rubbing it all over her face and head, through her hair, up and down her neck.

She was amazed at how hard he was, how big it felt and how aggressively he attacked her face with his cock, using it almost like a weapon. Then came the words she was both waiting for and dreading.

"Open your mouth cunt, time to taste what you came here for," he said as he ran his cock over her lips pushing her lips vigourously looking for any slight sign of them opening. "Open it now!" he told her pushing his cock directly at her slowly parting lips.

Moving to stand directly in front of his ex he took hold of her head in both hands and pushed his finger tips into the hinge of her jaws and with his thumbs on her chin, he forced her mouth open and, holding it that way, he sank his cock into her mouth. She gagged almost immediately, but he held his ground as she began coughing and spluttering around his raging hard on. Then he felt her teeth.

"You were always a fucking hopeless cocksucker and obviously you still are. I see you still need lots of practice, well you will get that practice and plenty of it." He told her as he withdrew; fearing she might accidentally, or worse still, intentionally, bite him.

"Now my little cunt, let's try that again," he said pushing his cock against her lips again, "Open the mouth wide... wider cunt... and keep it open this time. If I so much as feel a hint of a tooth, I'll not only tan your arse, I'll whip your tits and cunt too!"

Shocked that he would consider whipping her most intimate and tender parts so soon in their agreement and terrified that he might actually do it, she opened her mouth to let his cock in.

"There" he said as he slid the first inch and a half into her mouth and just kept it there while she gradually relaxed her mouth around him, "that's better already. Now let's just slide a bit more in," he told her as he slowly pushed another inch into her mouth. "See that's much more like it, just relax a bit more and breathe through your nose. I'm going to keep my cock right where it is for a while so you can get used to having it in your mouth, understand?"

She was actually relaxing now and the feel of his cock filling her mouth was really not at all unpleasant and now that she knew she really could breathe she nodded her understanding. She even began to explore the invader with her tongue, which brought a quick response from her ex.

"Great, your tongue feels really hot, that's just the thing, but keep breathing through your nose" he told her as he slowly worked his cock further into her mouth. When, at last, he had a good three and a half inches resting in her mouth he said "Congratulations cunt you have got almost half of my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours. At this rate I should be able to get you to take the full length well before Martin comes home."

"My God, he hasn't even got half of it in," she thought, "how on earth can I take it all?"

"Now you are starting to get the hang of cocksucking, you can practice using your tongue for a few minutes while I explain how the next few days are going to unfold."



One Long Dream Ch. 04



I really enjoyed writing this chapter, but it took a while. Hope you enjoy it just as much.

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"Now you are starting to get the hang of cocksucking, you can practice using your tongue for a few minutes while I explain how the next few days are going to unfold."

"I have decided that we are going to play a little game over the next three days, a game for two players - one male, otherwise known as the Master or Sir, and the other female, otherwise known as the slave, we will call it the cunt. I call the game cuntball and the object of the game is for the Master to have a ball with the cunt. Naturally, in this game I am the Master and you are the cunt."

"Do you remember when we were younger there was a joke going round: What is the definition of a woman? And the answer was: a life support system for a cunt!" he laughed "ha, ha, ha, ha..."

"Don't you remember that one?"

She shook her head.

"No? Oh well never mind. It is just that it came to mind when I realised that in this game that's what you will be. The life support system for your cunt so the name cunt is just right for you."

"Anyway, cunt, the rules of the game are simple, the cunt will do anything the Master says, it will remain silent throughout the game and it will always be completely available. The cunt wins the game if it makes it through the three days and wins the agreement of the Master to marry the cunt again."

"The Master also wins if the cunt wins, the only way anyone loses is if the cunt opts out of the game."

"The game will be played in sessions and each session is up to fours long at the Master's discretion. Between the sessions, there will be an interval of up to 1 hour when the cunt can freshen up, talk, or go outside for a breath of fresh air."

"The cunt can leave the game simply by opting out, in writing in accordance with our agreement, during one of the intervals between sessions, but once it leaves, the game ends immediately and forever, along with any chance of us getting back together."

"cunt dress rules apply for the entire game: that is whenever the cunt is at its home, or at either my Canberra house or my mountain retreat, regardless of whether the game is in session and or in intervals. The cunt may only ever wear the female cuntball uniform, and that is what the cunt is wearing now: suspenders, stockings and heels and nothing else. The cunt may not put any other item on. Of course the Master may add or subtract additional items, such as the blindfold and decorations that you're wearing now. The cunt will be expected to be dressed correctly as soon as it enters any of those properties, and it may only put on additional clothing items of its own choice after it leaves those property boundaries."

Sharon was now absolutely spellbound listening excitedly as he described how he was going to take complete charge of her for the next few days. She began to concentrate on his every word and began to feel incredibly horny all over again, she even began to suck absent mindedly on the cock in her mouth, rocking her head slowly back and forth dreamily picturing herself stripping as she approached his mountain retreat for a long session of cuntball as he continued.

"If I take the cunt out during the game it may wear a button-up dress that I approve of, but that will be a special privilege."

He noticed, hell, he couldn't help but notice, her increased attention to his cock and he began to take advantage of her rocking motion to slip a little more into her mouth each time she came forward and he soon had four and a half inches in her mouth each time she rocked forward. For her part she felt the increased presence in her mouth and, surprisingly she found it very erotic and not just a little satisfying.

"If the cunt opt outs at any stage, I will take it home and the game ends immediately. I will not take the cunt back as my wife if it opts out before the end of the game."

As he said this, she shook her head gently around his cock, as if to deny that she would ever opt out, at least that was what she meant. He thought she was indicating that her opting out should not mean his refusal to take her back. In answer to what he thought she was trying to say, he said.

"If the cunt wins the game, I agree to marry it again, but the game will become a regular event in our lives with at least two three day games of cuntball a month with shorter games whenever I feel it is necessary."

"Whenever we play cuntball, all the rules for female players will be rigidly enforced, infringements of the rules will be punished quickly and firmly and, of course, arbitrary punishment will be inflicted just for the practice and pleasure it brings us both, or at least for the pleasure it brings me. Outside the game and interval periods, the cunt can revert to being Sharon and Sharon will be permitted to talk and dress reasonably when we need to entertain the kids and their families and some other guests who need to see us a respectable couple, otherwise though Sharon will continue to wear the female cuntball uniform anytime that she is at home or within the boundaries of one of my properties. In short, the cunt is to meet all female cuntball player requirements at all times unless I say otherwise."

"Now the cunt needs to be very clear. I am not inviting it to play the game, as we are already in it and the rules already apply in full. Nod your understanding cunt!"

Fully absorbed with the enormity of all that he just said and the incredible feeling of his erection filling her mouth, she nodded dutifully in response.

"Good, sessions start when I call you cunt and they finish when I call you Sharon. This session started when you climbed naked on my coffee table an hour ago."

"Now," he said, easing his cock from her mouth and at the same time taking a firm hold of her left nipple, which brought a distinct "Owwh!" from her aching mouth, "let's stand you up and arrange you in an eye pleasing manner on the dining table."

With her on her feet again, he moved her quickly so that she stood at the end of the table facing along its length, then he simply pushed her forward until she had no choice but to let her upper body fall gently onto the table. Once she was in this position it was easy for him to untie her hands and retie each wrist with a piece of rope that he then passed under the table and around the legs at the far end of the table spreading her arms wide before securing the ropes together with a strong square knot. He repeated the process with her legs leaving her securely bent over the end of the table with her cunt and arse beautifully exposed.

Leaving her there with her thoughts, he poured himself a drink, pulled up a chair and sat close behind her spread legs for a while to play with her smooth, freshly shaven cunt and to admire his handy work. Realising he had all the time in the world he decided to spend that time exploring her displayed charms.

Of course, his fingers found her clitoris again and danced lightly around it, slipping easily into her wet and open slit from time to time. He was in the mood for both a good time and a long time. So he took his time. There was no hurry here and he meant to test another of her old taboos.

She showed all the signs of enjoying his direct but gentle attention from his very first touch, lifting and moving her hips to get the most from his fingering, hesitating only briefly when he ran a finger between her arse cheeks for the first time, but relaxing quickly and completely as he continued to pay attention to both openings. This surprised him because she had never even let him fuck her doggy style when they had been married, let alone play with her arse, but here she was clearly enjoying a little anal play.

She hesitated again, but only slightly, when he pushed the tip of one finger into her arse, but the thrill she felt from his other hand in her cunt made everything warm, wet and incredibly sexy for her. And, she reasoned, she couldn't do anything to stop him even if she wanted to.

It wasn't as if she didn't notice the intrusion in her arse, but the significance of having something of his entering where nothing of any man had ever been before was totally overwhelmed by what she felt in her pussy. Besides the feeling of something in her virgin arse just as she was building rapidly toward another climax was simply sensational. She felt a second finger enter her arse, this time it felt incredibly sexy, and surprising him, she started pushing her hips back and up to increase the penetration. When he slipped a third finger into her rosebud she nearly fainted with the feeling, she was so close now and he felt her cunt starting to contract around the four fingers he was frigging her with.

Just as she lost herself to his finger fucking, he slipped his hand from her arse picked up the buttplug he had waiting on the table and drove it smoothly, but firmly, into her virgin arse drawing from her an instant "Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhh...", making it clear that she had felt the new invader, but was in no condition to resist it. He soon had the medium sized plug past her sphincter and nestling up against her cheeks. And through it all he kept up his attack on her cunt so that she just kept coming and moaning loudly into the table.

Feeling fully exhausted, but totally aware, she lay motionless, breathing heavily, on the table recovering from the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced, while he withdrew his fingers from her pussy leaving the buttplug where it was lodged.

He walked around beside her and started gently caressing her cheek, his fingers still wet with her pussy juices, saying "well it's a good thing that you finally came to you senses and let me treat you properly, isn't it."

She smiled and nodded gently.

"Otherwise, you'd have never, ever come like that in your whole life, would you?"

She shook her head.

"Now, my sexy little cunt, you will do everything I want won't you."

She smiled and nodded again.

"Good! Now I want you to stay just where you are while I do a few things upstairs, I'll be back soon."

She had no choice, but since he had asked her to stay she felt that she had to respond, so she nodded her agreement even though with the blindfold on she couldn't tell that he had already left her alone with her thoughts.

For a while she just drifted with the physical sensations that were all largely new to her since she had always kept such tight control of her feelings and had done it so well that nothing like this had ever happened to her before. The feeling of quiet satisfaction hung in her entire being to confirm in the best possible way that she had done exactly the right thing in coming to his house today, although the speed of events totally amazed her.

Had anyone suggested to her at lunchtime that by six in the evening she would be tied naked, spread eagled, face down on a table with a huge (at least it felt huge to her) dildo or whatever it was sticking in her bottom, recovering from a third, no fourth, mind blowing orgasm she would have rejected the notion out of hand as totally repulsive and obscene; even though by lunchtime she had already decided to go through with her visit to her ex.

She had to agree that she probably looked obscene at the moment, but it was a nice, sort of satisfied, sort of obscene.

Wonder what that thing in my bottom is, she thought, it feels enormous, but it sort of feels rather nice in the circumstances... and he hasn't even tried to fuck me yet...wonder where he is and what he is up to...'

It was only a few minutes before her questions were at least partly answered when he ran a finger up her slit a couple of times.

Well at least he's back... hmmmm that's nice.... but what new surprise will he have for me, she wondered.

Leaving her pushing her pussy back and up, he untied her hands and then removed her blindfold saying "There you go, cunt, a little bit of freedom, ha, ha, ha!"

Pulling her hands under her she got up on her elbows as he placed a cordless phone in front of her. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Don't worry, cunt, we're just going to make a phone call, or at least you are. I will give you a script after I have dialed the number, you will read it word for word, you can ad lib a little between the paragraphs where it says 'wait for response' but you are to read the paragraphs verbatim. The phone will be on speaker mode so I will hear everything. Every mistake you make will get you five of these."

"Owwwhhhh," was all she managed as the plastic rule landed sharply across her bottom.

"It's very simple! I dial the number you read the script to the person at the other end, you will ad lib to make an appointment, but you will read the script to them. Are you clear about what to do?"

She nodded!

"There are 95 words in the script if at any stage you refuse to continue reading I will deliver 5 of these," and here he punctuated his speech with another sharp slap of the rule across her bottom, "for each word remaining and then I will take you home and the game ends forever. You only have one chance here. Understand?"

She nodded again, hoping like all get out that he didn't use that rule on her again.

"Good then let's start."

He picked up the phone, dialed, put the phone on speaker mode and placed it in front of his clearly worried ex. Then he put her glasses on her and put the script in front of her.

She could only read the first couple of lines while the ringing tone sounded from the handset. Then she heard the answer..."

"Full Rush Body Piercing, Samantha speaking."

Sharon was literally speechless.

"Hello, Full Rush Body Piercing. Sam speaking, can I help you?"

A gentle tap with the rule reminded Sharon to read the script.

"Uhhh... umm... Hi," she said nervously reading from the script, "my name is Sha... Sharon Downey and I'm try... trying to win back my... my ex-husband and I... I... I thought I'd like to have some... some... sexy piercings done that will blow his... rocks, I... I... mean socks off. Could you do me... I mean can you fit me in tomorrow morning?"

"Hi Sharon," came the reassuring voice from the speaker, "it's OK, lots of people are nervous, let me assure you that we're experts at this game and we know exactly what we are doing, you have nothing at all to worry about and you can rest assured you will blow your ex's rocks, and I do mean his rocks, off with some sexy piercings. Let me check... you said tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, ... er... late morning." Sharon told her reading from the card.

"We have some time, what piercings did you have in mind Sharon?"

Adam pointed to the script and she read. "Well, I'd like a set of really, good quality heavy gauge rings for my nipples... and... and... ummm... a set of... three rings for each... ummm... ummm... labia to match the nipple rings. Can you do that?"

"Of course, we'll need about an hour and half though. Can you be here at 12:00?"

She looked at Adam who nodded.

"Yeah," she said, "that seems ok. Ah, will it hurt much Sam?" Sharon added, ad-libbing.

"We can do it using a local anesthetic if you like and it will be virtually painless. Would you prefer that? It would probably be a good idea for so many piercings at one time."

"Yes, thanks."

"Just as a matter of interest how much will all this cost?"

"Seeing as how you are having so many at one time we can do it for $80 a piercing with titanium closed bead rings. Is that ok?"

Sharon looked at Adam again who simply nodded.

"Ah... sure, thanks."

"No problem Sharon, look forward to seeing you tomorrow," Sam said thinking that this was almost a sure fire no-show, "Do you know where to find us?"

Again she looked at Adam, who again simply nodded and then pointed to the last paragraph in the script.

"Yeah, ahh... I almost forgot... I want to maximise my ex's pleasure by inviting him to watch me getting these done and to take some photos, would... would that be ok?"

"Of course, he's more than welcome Sharon," so much for a no show, Sam thought she's being put up to this entirely, but hey... "if he likes we may be able to let him help out in some way, we've coached lots of partners through a piercing."

"Errr... " then reading her close from the script, she said "Thanks, Sam, thanks a lot."

"See you tomorrow about 12:00 then, Sharon"

"OK."

Adam hung up and replaced the blindfold on her. "Well done, cunt, tomorrow's going to be a lot of fun. I told you I love those lovely big nipples and they're going to look sensational with some nice heavy rings in them. But there was way too much hesitation in your phone call. Put your face on the table, I owe you a tanned arse from your earlier mistakes."

She lowered herself to the table and laid her face down sideways.

"Count the strokes, cunt and don't make any other noise. Understand?"

She nodded and he delivered the first stroke to her right cheek.

Whack, a sharp intake of breath.

"One"

Whack, another sharp intake of breath.

"Two"

Whack, she was expecting them now.

"Three"

Whack.

"Four"

Expecting the next stroke, she felt his fingers pushing at her slit, then felt them slip completely into her pussy and begin to stroke her G-spot.

"Hmmmmmmmmm..."

Whack

"hmmmm... five"

"hmmmm..."

Whack

"Si... hmmmmm... six"

Whack. Her hips were pushing back and up seeking more of his hand. He slipped another two fingers into her.

"ohhh yummmmmmm... seven"

Whack.

"yessssssss... eight"

Whack.

"oooohhhhhh godddddd yeeessssssss, nine"

Whack.

"Arrrrrgggghhhhhhh... ten"

With his tenth stroke he started to withdraw his hand so that he could swap hands. She thought he was withdrawing altogether and cried out, "Nooooooo..."

"Don't worry, cunt! I'm only changing sides," he reassured her slipping the four fingers of his other hand into her. "Here you go..."

"Yeeessssssss, yeeesssss, oh yesssss." She was babbling incoherently as he began pumping his right hand into her, but the contractions of her cunt felt so hot he decided that his cock should really get the benefit, not his hand.

Once more as she felt him pull his hand out she voiced a desperate protesting "nooooooooo..." But before she had even finished it she felt his cock plunge into her completely in one swift movement. "ooooooohhhhhhhh yesssssssss pleaseeee..."

"Wow cunt, you feel better than I can ever even remotely remember. But you'd better remember to count now cunt, here's the first of your next ten."

Whack.

"One"

Whack.

"ooohhhh... two"

Whack

"Three, mmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Whack.

"Four, mmmmmmmmmmmmm... ohh goooddddddd mmmmm," Her sighs were now becoming very loud and she was coming almost constantly, her moans punctuated only by the whack of the rule and her count, until he had delivered all ten. That she kept up the count surprised and pleased him totally.

He slowed his fucking down to almost nothing and stepped back a little pulling his cock from her abruptly and allowed her to recover for a short while. But before she had time to gather her wits fully, he stood her up, swept her hands behind her and tied them at the wrists and then again at the elbows. This had the predictable and very pleasing effect of pushing her tits up and out making them very nice targets for his next assault.

Using her hair as a handgrip he pushed her back downwards until her upper body was bent at about 45 degrees over the table. With her in this position he was able to re-enter her cunt and with her tits hanging down he reached around to hold the christmas balls out of the way. This position let him get a good swing of the rule at her tits and still let him feel the pleasure of having her cunt wrapped around his cock.

Forever thankful for his tantric training, which gave him the focus to maintain this sort of action almost indefinitely without coming, he started a slow and deliberate thrusting motion into her, withdrawing almost completely, so that just the head of his cock was between her cunt lips and then slowly pushing back into her deeply enough to press against her cervix. She reacted immediately by pushing back to meet each thrust and moaning loudly.




One Long Dream Ch. 04



"Ready to count cunt?"

In this position she had no idea what he was talking about so the first blow on her left tit was a total surprise.

"Oooouuuuuuucccccchhhhhh!"

"Better start counting cunt, unless you want me to just keep going indefinitely."

Whack.

"Two."

"No cunt you start counting at one not two."

Whack.

"One."

That's right now there are only nine more to come on this side.

Whack.

"Two."

She had trouble deciding where to concentrate, on the pleasure she felt from her cunt or the pain from her tit, but soon decided that the pain actually was totally bearable and really just heightened her sensitivity to any other stimulus. She decided to focus on the pleasure.

Whack.

"Ooooohhhhh gooooddddd... three."

Whack.

"dammmmmm yyyouuuuuuuuu, I'm commmmmmmmmmmg againnnnnnnn you barrrsssttttttaaaaarrrrdddddd... four"

Still he kept his slow fucking motion going, so that although she had just come, she was winding up again.

Whack.

"Fiiiivvvveee."

Whack.

"Siiiixxxxx."

The next fourteen blows became a blur and all she knew was that she had to concentrate on counting which she did - just. She was totally beyond caring what he did by the time he delivered the last stroke, but he wasn't going to stop there.

He slipped his still hard cock from her and working quickly he untied her ankles, spun her around and before she realised what was happening he had spread and tied them again this time with her backside against the table.

Without warning he delivered a sharp blow to her pussy lips followed by five quick blows onto her clit before returning to pepper her cunt lips with four more strokes. She was gone now, with all the attention her cunt and clitoris had already had she could not tell exactly what had happened because he followed the last stroke by cupping one hand over her pussy and using his other to gently stroke her clit. She didn't know now whether she was coming or going, but she was certainly moving and moaning like never before in her life. And he didn't stop until she came again. 

When she did, he took her into a deep embrace kissing her gently on the neck and holding her until she regained at least some composure.

For her part, she had never felt so close to any one and she was utterly grateful for the warm and loving embrace she was now experiencing.

He held her in his embrace for a long time, finally breaking away and saying, "Well, well, well what a little treasure you finally turned out to be, cunt. I think we just might have a future together and a very sexy one if tonight is anything to go by. Now, I always keep a bottle of champagne cold, do you think you deserve a glass?"

Not sure of the status of the game she decided to play safe and nodded.

"Good girl, correct response, now let me get one for you," he said leaving her blindfolded and tied to the table.

Returning to stand beside her, her opened the bottle with a loud pop and poured a glass for her and one for himself. Only then did he untie her hands and tell her to hold her hand out.

When she did he placed a glass in it. She got the message that she was to stay as she was, bound by the ankles and blindfolded, as strange as that seemed to her at the time.

"Well, cunt," he said touching his glass to hers, "here's to a sexy future together."

Obviously, the game was still in session, so she simply raised her glass in the direction of his voice and lifted it to her lips. The champagne was cold, wet and very good. She drained the glass quickly and held it up hoping for a refill.

"A little more cunt?"

She nodded and he obliged. No sooner had she heard him stop pouring than she drained the second glass.

She was wondering what to do with the glass, when she felt him take hold of her wrist with one hand and take the glass from her with the other. She heard him place the glass on the table then felt him take her other wrist. Before she knew what had happened he had them bound again, this time in front of her body.



One Long Dream Ch. 05



If you haven't read chaps 1-4 this may not make a lot of sense. Would welcome your feedback. I had lots after chap 1 & 2 but nothing since. Enjoy!

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She was wondering what to do with the glass, when she felt him take hold of her wrist with one hand and take the glass from her with the other. She heard him place the glass on the table then felt him take her other wrist. Before she knew what had happened he had them bound again, this time in front of her body.

He left her standing there in her blindfold, bound to the table, while he dressed, went to her handbag and removed her car and house keys. He left the handbag hanging next to her clothes on the hall stand on the same peg as her discarded knickers and bra. Slipping the keys into his pocket with his own car keys he returned to untie her ankles.

For the first time in what seemed like ages she could bring her legs together and straighten them. It was a strange feeling to be able to move her legs freely again. She began to wonder what was coming next, when he solved the problem by taking hold of a nipple and began leading her though the house. They stopped and she heard a door open, she wasn't that familiar with the house, but she had an idea that it might be the back door and judging by the fresh breeze she now felt she was pretty certain it was.

Pressure on her nipple had her moving forward again into the breeze, she tried to resist, but he simply increased the pressure of his grip on her nipple and pulled harder. She really had no choice but to follow him outside. She had no idea of the time but hoped that it was late enough to be dark, because if she remembered rightly the rear of the house faced the side street with a little, but not complete, cover from some bushes in the garden.

The door closed with a certain finality and she was led further from it into what she guessed was the carport. At least that would hide her from the street.

Clunk, clunk. She heard a car door unlocking and soon, she guessed, she was standing beside the open door. He turned her so she stood with her back towards the passenger seat and with a firm grip on both of her tits he gently lowered her into the seat.

"Legs in, cunt!."

Turning she pulled her right leg in giving a clear view of her pussy, then pulled her left leg in.

"Good girl. Now the seat belt." He said pulling the belt across her chest and adjusting her breasts so that the seat belt wouldn't obscure his view.

She heard the door close and the garage door motor burst into life.

She was worried. Where was he taking her? What would he do with her? Who would see her?

The engine came to life and purred quietly as they reversed out into the street. She felt the car turn to the right and come to a standstill. He engaged the gears and they headed off to she-knew-not-where. Once they were cruising she felt his hand on her knee pulling it to open her legs. She went with the flow and complied and when she felt his hand on her other knee she knew what he wanted.

Then his fingers were running up and down her pussy lips opening them and dipping into her still very well lubricated cunt. This attention and her blindfold meant she lost all sense of where they might be going, but when he slowed right down and turned right onto a short steep slope before stopping, she knew they had arrived at her home. She desperately hoped it was dark as the walk from the driveway to the cover of her courtyard was totally exposed. She knew when they got to the courtyard she would be relatively safe, but there was five or six metres of open space she would have to cover first.

She heard his door open and then nothing for a little while until her door opened. She felt his hand lift her leg around and place her foot on the pavement. She brought the other one around before he reached in with both hands to take a firm hold of her tits and used them to lift her painfully to a standing position beside the door, which he closed and locked before leading her to the front door.

She was so worried about being discovered by a neighbour that even the rough treatment of her tits didn't draw a sound from her, just a sharp intake of breath.

She heard him work his way through the different keys on her key ring before she finally heard the door open, when he lead her through the doorway she realised that he had had her standing quite close to the door and well protected from prying eyes, a safe enough position even if it had been broad daylight. She was at least thankful for that.

He had never been anywhere in her house before other than the entry and living room, so he had no idea where the main bedroom was, but with a firm grip on her nipple he lead her off on his journey of exploration.

He found the main bedroom upstairs and was delighted that the centrepiece was the old cast iron bed her grandfather had made, the one that she had had restored before they split up, with lots of places for tying a partner to.

She felt the edge of the bed against the back of her knees just as he pushed her backwards onto it. Then first one ankle was pulled up and out before she felt the grip of soft rope pulling it further out. The second ankle quickly followed the first in being stretched out and tied off to the bed.

The next thing she felt was a knee on either side of her head as he untied her wrists and secured them one at a time to the ends of the bed.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. What a sight you are to behold, especially with that lovely cunt stretched open ready for absolutely anything. I just need a few shots to remind me of the beauty of this scene, then we might get a few actions shots in a little while."

The room was perfectly quiet so she clearly heard the shutter fire off dozens of shots in rapid succession. Then nothing. She sensed that he had left the room but couldn't imagine why. Alone, in her own dark little world, she wondered if he had left and gone home. Where could he be?

What she couldn't know was that he had gone off to collect all the phone cords and even the ADSL line as well as every key he could find in the house, putting them all into the camera bag he had brought with him.

At last she heard him return to the bedroom and gave a sigh of relief. But when she heard him going though her wardrobes she became worried all over again.

She heard a suitcase open and soft things rustling as he cleared her drawers of all her underwear except for three suspender belts that he had bought for her all that time ago and a few pairs of stockings. Next he took every pair of her flat heeled shoes, slacks, shorts and all her tops and put them in another suitcase, leaving only a couple of summer dresses that buttoned all the way up the front for her to wear. The suitcases he locked and took to the garage before putting the key in his camera bag with the others. He checked the laundry for any other clothing, but found none.

At last he returned to her room and announced, "Hi cunt, I've just rearranged your wardrobe for you and now it's time for me to have a little fun before I go home."

With that he ran his hand over her pussy before bending down to run his tongue up and down her now, beautifully bare cunt lips. She immediately felt the effects of his attention as his tongue separated her lips and began probing her cunt. The combination of his wet tongue and her lubrication meant her lips were soon spread wide for him. He used a couple of fingers to check that she was ready for him.

She couldn't believe that she could be ready for him again so quickly, but she desperately wanted to feel his cock invade her again. He didn't keep her waiting long and simply brought his cock to her waiting hole, teased her with the head for a moment or two while she tried to lift her arse off the bed and capture his prick even though she was bound firmly hand and foot.

Finally, she felt him drive the full length of his rock hard member into her quickly, forcefully, almost brutally.

"Finally, you fuck me you bastard," She screamed at him, "finally you do what you should have done all along, fuck me you bastard, fuck me! Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhh..."

He kept up the pressure until she calmed a little then he pulled out of her cunt knelt by her head and said, "my turn cunt, open up!" She turned her head towards him and obeyed by opening her mouth to his cock covered in her juices. He simply rammed it home and came quickly with his cock wedged in the back of her throat.

"Yes, cunt this is your future! Eat it all, you horny fucking cunt this is all for you!"

He filled her throat completely and she felt as though he pumped masses of cum into her as she struggled to breath around his cock.

"At last," she kept thinking as his cock pumped his seed into her, "At last, thank god, I've finally given him what he really needs and got what I really need. I've never felt so complete, so totally embraced, so lucky."

He kept his cock in her mouth while his erection slowly subsided. She was so tired, that she slipped into a light sleep before he withdrew, waking only when he was free of her mouth.

Leaving her as she was, he gathered his things and prepared to go, taking his stuff out to his car. Returning to her room, he said, "thank you Sharon, I've set your alarm for 7:30. Get up, shower, do your hair, put on your cunt ball uniform and your christmas decorations. Then at 8:00 sharp go out the front door, close it and wait for me in the courtyard wearing your cunt ball uniform and your christmas decorations and nothing else. I will pick you up for the day."

"I will release one wrist now so you can then release yourself for the night. The butt plug is to stay in unless you need to crap, in which case you should remove it, wash it and then replace it after you have finished."

He bent down and kissed her full on the lips, her response was simply to open her mouth and accept him fully.

He untied her left wrist and said "have fun Sharon, see you out the front at 8.00 in the morning, bye!" As a final parting gesture he covered her with the doona that had been draped over the foot of the bed and left.

Alone and still bound, Sharon just lay where she was, conscious again of the intruder in her arse, but not unhappy about it. She thought she should use her free hand to untie herself, if for no other reason than that she knew she would need to pee soon, but she was reluctant to make a move; being tied kept her in the wonderful state that her ex-had left her in.

Ahh, my ex! I think that's going to change and soon if tonight was anything to go by, she thought as she went over everything that had happened, or rather everything that he had done to her, and will do to her.

Shit! I can't let him have me pierced like that though! I'll ring him and explain, she thought. I'll have to untie myself to do that though - but later. And not very much later she was sound asleep, still blindfolded, her right hand still bound to the bed along with her ankles, christmas decorations hanging from her nipples and around her neck, with the butt plug still buried in her arse.

Hours later, vaguely aware that something was happening in the background, she eventually realised that her alarm was ringing: it was 7:30 and she had slept through the entire night, nearly 11 hours, and now she realised she really needed a pee. She tried to roll off the bed but found she could not move her right arm or her legs. 'What the... damn, it wasn't a dream!'

Bloody hell, I am busting, she said to herself as she frantically tore at the knot holding her right wrist to the bed. Luckily for her, Adam had tied her with a simple knot that came apart reasonably easily, now for her ankles. First the right, then the left, done! Now to the loo! She rushed to the toilet feeling the christmas balls bouncing against her before she used both hands to steady them against her belly.

Phew not a moment too soon, she thought as she slumped on the throne. As she peed another urge hit her but she realised that wasn't going to be quite as easy. She had to get that plug out first; the balls will have to wait. Have to wait until I finish peeing. I guess I just have to pull it out, she thought reaching back to get a hold on the plug. She slowly eased it out feeling instant relief that was short lived as the pressure from inside took over. She just gave in to it.

Bloody hell, she thought again as she raced into the shower, he wants me out the front in just over 15 minutes. She frantically pulled at the knots on her nipples then realised that they were just simple slip knots, but this had taken a couple of minutes and she now had about 12 minutes, all thoughts of ringing him to explain that she didn't want the piercings were now totally lost in her panic to be ready for him.

Come to think of it she hadn't really stopped to think about anything, for some reason she just knew she had to be there for him when he arrived, she had to be ready. She picked up the butt plug carefully and threw it into the shower and dashed in herself.

A quick soap all over, rinse the hair, wash the plug thoroughly and soap it up to lubricate it, then she bent over and simply pushed it back into her distended arse with little effort. Wonder why he wants that in there? She thought as she began drying herself. But I've got to admit you get used to it quickly enough.

Bit of perfume, now where are my stockings and suspenders? She went to her underwear drawer, opened it and stopped in her track, all that was there were her suspenders and stockings, every other bit of underwear had vanished. Bloody hell! Oh, well at least I know where my stockings and suspenders are! She thought, smiling to herself, he's bloody thorough.

5 to 8, what else do I need? Oh yeah bloody christmas decorations: bathroom. She raced into the ensuite grabbed the nipple decorations and slipped one on each nipple and tied the bow around her neck. Nearly ready, blindfold; bed, yes!

She picked up the blindfold slipped the same shoes on as she had on yesterday, wrapped the tinsel she found around her head and raced to the front door christmas balls bouncing everywhere, thinking, this really is crazy, what on Earth am I doing?

Bloody hell, where are the keys? The bastard! He wants me to lock myself out, fuck! fuck! fuck! It's right on 8, she said to no one as she opened the front door. What am I supposed to do? she asked as she answered her own question by pulling the door closed behind her knowing that she was now locked out. Bastard!

The time had gone so fast that only now she realised that she was naked in front of her house in broad daylight and while her courtyard wall gave her some protection, passers by could still see the entire courtyard from some angles. She decided to minimise the risk by standing in the front corner of the courtyard where she had cover from three sides at least. This meant that she was in the sun and would be highly visible from the fourth side, but there were some bushes on that side that most pedestrians walk on the other side of. She sat down to lower her profile, pulled on the blindfold and waited.

To her, it was an eternity before he arrived, but it was really only about five minutes. He pulled up in her driveway and came into the courtyard and went to the front door, which was much more visible from the street. "Hi cunt! Well done. Game on and in session. Now stop hiding over there and get your sweet little arse over here."

She hesitated just a fraction, but it didn't go unnoticed. "Was that a little hesitation cunt? Didn't you learn anything yesterday? That'll be twenty strokes later," he said good-humouredly. When she was standing in front of him, he took her in his arms and hugged her warmly, "Good morning my lovely little cunt. My you feel fucking good," he told her as he ran his hands all over her back, arse (to check she had the plug in) and finally over her pussy, "And you're already excited I see, fantastic."

"Stay here, while I get you a dress for the day. Oh and while you're waiting, stand with your knees shoulder width apart and with your hands clasped behind your head. That's it, that's called the waiting position and whenever you are not tied up you will wait in this position, understand?"

She nodded. "Excellent," he said letting himself in with her key "I'll be back soon."

A minute or two later he reappeared holding a dress that she had had when they were together. He had loved it then because of its elegance and because it had buttons all the way down the front so it offered excellent access and it gaped beautifully in front every time she bent forward.

Now he simply closed and locked the door, took her right nipple in one hand and led her with her hands still clasped behind her head over to his car. Taking his time to maxmise her exposure, he unlocked her door and once again helped her to sit by lowering her by her tits, then waited and watched intently as she swung first one leg, then the other into the vehicle. Sharon had no idea that there hadn't been anybody passing by and was deeply relived to be able to drop into the relative protection of his car. 

Closing her door, he climbed in and they were soon on their way to his place for breakfast.

Breakfast that morning was a lavish affair. Sourdough toast that he baked himself, scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, mushrooms and tomato and strong coffee. They ate al fresco on the private terrace out from his dining room. He had led her out and invited her to sit at the glass-topped table he had cleaned meticulously overnight and offered her an orange juice and fresh green jasmine tea while he put the rest of the meal together.

She appreciated the tea, it was the first hot drink she had had since she arrived at his house the afternoon before, but she felt decidedly exposed sitting naked in the gentle morning sun. She might have been naked but she was certainly feeling fully alive through every nerve in her body. She had seen the courtyard once or twice before so she tried to visualise her surroundings, wondering which way she was facing, but with the blindfold on she was still a little disoriented, nevertheless she thought from the noises she had heard that she was probably facing the door.

The tea was good. Hot, strong and fragrant, it buoyed her knowing that he had remembered her preference for green tea in the morning and orange juice.

She heard him open the sliding door and place something on the table, then she heard the slight ring of plates being placed on the glass surface then suddenly she was sitting in bright sunshine.

"Breakfast, Sharon," he said as he removed her blindfold, "hope its to your liking."

She struggled to adjust to the brightness as he her handed a pair of sunglasses, "Here, these might help a little Sharon."

'Sharon? Did he call me Sharon?'

She looked at him puzzled.

"It's OK Sharon, we're in interval for breakfast. Eat up!"

"Ah," she started, pointing to her mouth with a quizzical look on her face, he nodded.

"Ah, am I allowed to talk in the intervals?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied, "I said that when I laid out the rules last night, not sure why though."

"Me neither, it's a dangerous move, I might say something we both will regret. And while it's nice to be able to speak, I would really prefer there were no more intervals until we get this whole game over with. I don't want an opportunity to fuck it up again."

"OK then, by common consent, consider the rules changed, so that there will be no intervals when we play the game. So that makes this the last interval in this game and naturally the last interval ever. Got it?"

She nodded her agreement.

"But," he said, "before I declare game on again I've got to say that I am loving it Sharon, and I believe you really are determined aren't you?"

She nodded again.

"All right then, this last interval will last until I call you cunt again, which might be very soon so if I were you I wouldn't speak too much more or your breakfast will get cold. Would you prefer decaf coffee or will the real thing do?"




One Long Dream Ch. 05



"I think I deserve the real thing this morning, after all I've been through."

"And before everything that you will go through. By the way spread your knees apart so I can see your cunt clearly."

"I'm sorry, Adam," she said opening her knees as wide as she could comfortably get them and hold them, "I should have thought of that myself, I didn't mean to hide anything," she said spreading her knees as wide apart as she could comfortably maintain, giving him a clear view of her pouting lips. "Is this all right?"

"Great! Now cunt you'd better get used to sitting that way because you will sit that way every time you sit in my company, understand? And I mean every time, whether we are in a game session or not and regardless of who is around. I want continuous visual access to that delicious cunt at all times! Do not ever close your legs again without my permission, understand what I am saying cunt?"

She nodded, having got the message, from the number of times he had used her cunt ball name, that it was game on again. She also realised that this game would last another two and a half days unless she gave him written notice that the game is over but how could she do that without an interval?

"By the way cunt, did I tell you last night how much I enjoyed playing with you?"

She shook her head in a silent no and continued to eat.

"Well, I've got to say that I really had a ball exploring all that new territory for us without your fucking holier-than-thou attitude getting in the way. You know, I've never seen you so desperately horny before, your cunt was just running with your sexy juices all night and the way you humped anything I put anywhere near your cunt was just pure sluttishness. Today is going to be really interesting and a lot more fun, well for me anyway. Are you looking forward to what might happen today, cunt?"

She just sat there listening, unable to admit that she was looking forward to whatever today might bring, but at the same time unable to say, now the game was on again, that she really didn't want the piercings.

"Cat got your tongue? Ha, ha, ha. Never mind cunt, I'm sure we'll get through it."

They finished the meal in silence, with her looking dreamily into his eyes while he scanned the delightful image sitting before him.

Once she had laid her cutlery down and was clearly finished he said simply, "Stand up cunt and get that sweet arse over here now."

As soon as she was beside him, he told her to place her hands together behind her head in the waiting position and to stay that way while he got something from inside. He had to admit as he left her there that he was amazed that she had carried it all through so well so far and that she hadn't protested about his intentions to have her pierced. Still he reasoned, she had had her opportunity and she herself had offered to forego any further opportunity to talk during the game.

She watched him return to her, puzzling at the sheet of paper and pen he had in his hand. The other items he had were becoming more familiar to her - the red cord and the blindfold, but she was wondering about the red leather strap he was holding. Seemed to her like it was going to be one interesting morning.

"Now cunt, before we do anything else here is the agreement you wrote last night. It is out of date in the light of your agreement to forego intervals, and I decided that 3 days really isn't enough time to make the most out of this opportunity, so," he said placing the agreement on the table in front of her, "take the pen and under your signature write the following."

She took the pen and bent over the table ready to write.

He dictated and she wrote, "Additional conditions added at 08:45 on 19th December, 2009.

i, sharon maree downey, totally and of my own free will abrogate my entire right to withdraw, terminate, alter, change or amend in any way, this agreement before the agreed completion time and further agree to extend the time of the agreement, under identical conditions, for a further 72 hours from the time of the expiration of the original agreement, that is until 5 pm on Christmas Eve - 24 December 2009.

i agree that all conditions of the original term of the agreement remain unchanged for the extended duration of the agreement unless Adam Downey changes, alters or amends them and i appoint Him to act on my behalf without limitation to make such further extensions, additions, alterations, changes and amendments to any and all terms and conditions in this agreement including the duration, scope and intention of the agreement from this time and date at His sole discretion."

Then as she finished he said, "Thank you cunt now sign it!"

She signed.

"Fantastic, I think I am really going to enjoy this," he said picking up the red leather strap that she now saw was actually a dog collar. He had bought it the evening before after he had taken her home. She also saw that he had her blindfold and several lengths of the red cord that he had retrieved with her dress that morning.

"Now stand up, cunt, and put this on," he said handing her the dog collar. She stood, relieved at being able to straighten up but confused by the collar.

"It is a collar cunt, it goes around your neck to show everybody that you are an owned slave. Now put it on!"

She did as he told her even as her eyes filled with tears. She hadn't really thought through all of the implications of what she had asked him to do the night before, but it was obvious he had and it really struck home now as she fastened the red leather collar around her neck. When she dropped her hands, he handed her two long pieces of the sash cord and told her to tie the ends of them securely, one around each big toe. As she took them, she squatted before him and dutifully slipped each foot out of her heels, tied the pieces around her big toes and threaded them through the open toes of her shoes so that she could slip her feet back into them. With each cord firmly secured he lifted them in turn and tested them for tightness, measured them and cut them to length and let them fall to the ground. The whole process of tying the cords to her toes puzzled her. She had no idea what he had in mind at all.

"Well done, cunt, they're perfect. It's good to see you haven't forgotten your Girl Guide training: now put his on," he told her handing her the blindfold, adding "It's not that I don't want to see your tears or that it wouldn't be fun, but we are going to play a little game and I will enjoy the game much more if you can't see what's coming. But don't worry you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly."

His words did nothing to reassure her, but nevertheless, she took the blindfold he held out to her and put it over her head, adjusting it to make it as comfortable as possible, feeling it begin to soak up her tears.

He took a moment to drink in the sight of his attractive ex; naked except for her stockings, garter belt, heels, collar and blindfold. He moved behind and tested the blindfold for security and finding it too loose tightened it so that it would stay in place as she jumped around.

"Ready?" he asked her. She had no idea what she had to be ready for, but felt she was as ready as she was ever going to be for whatever he had in mind so she nodded her head slowly, reluctantly.

"Good, let's start." And with that he simply took her by the nipples again and towed her to the middle of the lawn where he told her "Hands behind your head in the waiting position." As soon as she was in position he used her elbows to turn her around several times before leaving her standing facing the doors to the dining room (although she couldn't even hazard a guess at which way she was facing, except that she knew she had the sun on her face).

"What an absolutely delicious looking cunt you've become my dear, just as I always knew you could be. But wait here now just as you are until I get back."

With that he went to the table collected the dishes and took them inside and put them in the dishwasher. Then he collected her knickers from the previous evening, grabbed his iPod with its sports armband and found the plastic rule that he had used on her the previous evening, before rejoining her on the lawn.

He startled his nude captive when he took her left arm and slipped the iPod armband over her hand and moved it up snugly over her biceps. Without a word he fitted the Shure noise cancelling headphones over her ears before taking hold of her chin and pulling it down making it clear she was to open her mouth, which she did reluctantly wondering what on earth he was up to. She was surprised to feel cloth being pushed into her open mouth, unaware that it was her own knickers from the night before. They filled her mouth uncomfortably and she kept it open just enough, trying to breath around the wad of her underwear, so that he could secure it in place with a wide strong ribbon that he tied off firmly behind her head. She was on the verge of panicking when she heard the calming sound of Eric Satie's Gymnopodie #1 come to life in her ears. It had always been one of her favourite pieces and even in the extraordinary situation she now found herself in, she found it somehow comforting. She relaxed a little when he began stroking her body all over, she could hear nothing except the gentle piano music, see nothing nor make any sound that would escape her gagged mouth.

When he took her right ankle, lifted it off the ground and pulled it out, she felt not only alert, but more than a little alarmed as she fought to maintain her balance. When he lowered it to the ground again she was at almost full stretch sideways and she tried to image what she must look like; naked and wide open for whatever was to come next. She didn't have long to wait.

Whack. The sting of the first stroke of the rule exploded on her bottom causing her to jump and move her hands to protect her arse from another blow.

Whack. The second stroke brought the same fire to her right breast. Whack. A third exploded on her left. She had both hands up to protect her breasts when he brought the rule sharply up between her legs along her sex. Whack.

Whack, whack. Two more strokes followed on her exposed arse. Totally, confused as to what to protect next she reached for her blindfold, which brought two sharp cracks over the backs of her hands and a firm slap across her face with his bare hand as soon as she dropped her hands to rub the pain away. Stepping up so close to her that she could feel the material of his clothes against her aching breasts, he said loud enough to be heard over the music, "I am enjoying our game just as it is, cunt, so the blindfold stays until I tell you to remove it, along with the gag and the earphones. Understand cunt?"

She nodded slowly, "Good, now let's get on with our little game, shall we, you can defend yourself anyway you like, as vigorously as you like, it really makes the game much more fun than when you can't defend yourself."

Then, confused, she felt his hand on her right ankle pulling it further out and away from her left. With her blindfold on it was all she could do to remain upright as he stretched her legs even wider apart, allowing him eve easier access to her exposed, hairless sex. 

She was still rubbing away the pain in her hands when the next three blows landed on her arse. Now almost too numb with shock to react and feeling almost completely helpless she dropped her hands to protect her soft cheeks knowing that it was probably too late. She was right, the next blow fell across her right tit. The sharp pain in her left tit told her it was too late for the right, but even as she moved to block her left tit, her right exploded in pain again followed almost immediately by a burst of pain that stretched the full length of her cunt lips. She knew she had to protect her sex, but as her hands flew down to cover it he landed several direct hits on her nipples.

She didn't know what she could possibly do now to protect herself and was on the verge of giving up completely when she felt his arm circle around her to hold her firmly to his side as his other hand began fondling her breasts, kneading them firmly, at first teasing the nipples, then squeezing them ever more firmly between his fingers finally twisting them forcefully; first one way, then the other.

Moving to stand behind her, he began using both hands to apply the same sort of treatment to her entire tits, not just the nipples, kneading them firmly then twisting them deliciously hard; first one way, then the other.

Then relief as he let go of her tits quite suddenly letting them flop down as he stepped back holding her by the waist and pushing her forward so that she had no choice but to bend forward, further and further until she was bent in half. When he was happy with her position he moved in front of her and took the cords that were attached to her toes and brought them up through the ring in her collar and tied them off to prevent her from standing.

Casually, he removed his clothes, folding them neatly and carefully placing them on the breakfast table, before returning to the object of the next phase of the game.

Standing behind her he placed one hand in the middle of her back to steady her and with the other he reached down, took hold of her butt plug and pulled it out in one sudden movement that had her reeling, but before she had even begun to recover she felt his erect cock pushing at her arse; her virgin arse, that up until yesterday had never had anything in it that had not come from within her.

Now as she felt his cock working its way into her distended hole it suddenly dawned on her why she had had to have that awfully filling plug buried in her arse for so long. And, while she had not had much time to think about it, she was already feeling grateful that it had been there so long and that it had worked because his use of her rear was not hurting anywhere near as much she thought that it might, in fact, after the plug it was really surprisingly pleasant to have something human moving inside her. 

And moving he was. Holding her down by pushing in the middle of her back while gripping a handful of her hair forcefully pulling her head back, fucking her arse, making up for all the times she had refused him in the past and then, finally, blasting his cum deep into her. With her mind totally focused on what was happening to her, Sharon, admitted to herself that while she was unlikely to come from him fucking her arse, it was incredibly sexy to be tied naked as she was and to feel so totally full of cock. She thought she could really come to like the sensation and it certainly helped ease the pain he had inflicted on her moments before he took her. Now, though, when she came to think about it a little more, the spanking had really only made her feel warm all over so his penetration of her bottom seemed to just add to the glow. She was confused.

He was in no hurry, now, having ravished her as never before, holding her in position, savouring every moment of his domination of her, delighting both in the victory that fucking her arse represented and in the physical sensation of being buried deep in her tight little rear chute. He eased back just a little and with her bent double like this it was just enough to allow him to reach her clit and still stay comfortably embedded in her rear.

In this position he could reach her easily with his fingers and to her it was if he'd touched a match to the touch paper of a skyrocket. She felt the ignition, felt the paper burning for several seconds and then, whoosh, she took off on her own flight fuelled by everything that had happened to her at his hands. She had never felt so completely sexy, so desired, so fully alive as she felt with him now, still in her, growing hard again and totally in charge. She came hard and long almost dancing on his cock and fingers.

Not just once did she feel the waves of total surrender crash over her, she came at least twice with numerous little after shocks slowing her return to earth. When at she last calmed down, he slipped his once again hard cock from her arse, saving his energy for the events he had planned for her later in the day, and left her bent double where she was while he went and rinsed off under a hot shower.

Unsurprisingly, when he returned with a bucket of warm water and a wash cloth 15 minutes later she was just as he had left her, still bent double, blindfolded, and listening to music in her own world, not that she could have done anything at all to change her situation other than fall over. Still it was a very pleasant realisation to him that she was indeed so totally at his complete command.

The first thing he did was to reach under her and remove the christmas balls from her tits, placing them on the table by the door, then without a word he took, the cloth dipped it into the bucket and to her complete surprise he began washing her exposed arse and cunt. She noticed that he took his time and was very thorough especially when it came to washing her pussy, and while she found the sensation of the warm water very pleasant she found the experience totally humiliating. After all here she was stark naked tied in an impossibly revealing position in the middle of a suburban lawn having her most intimate parts washed by a man she had barely seen for the last decade.

He finished his work by toweling her dry with a soft cotton hand towel, then released the cords from her collar and toes so that she could finally straighten up, which took her several agonising minutes to achieve. When she was finally standing up straight he removed the earphones and said, "Thank you, cunt, that was excellent, you have a beautiful tight little arse and I really enjoyed filling it for you. Expect to have it fucked often in future. Now, before we do anything else, pick up your plug there, wash it in the bucket and stick it back in your arse so it will stay nicely open for me, otherwise it might hurt a little next time I use it."

Mortified, she bent down and did as he told her, soaping the plug, rinsing it off and then realising that he had no intention of giving her any privacy, she bent over and used one hand to spread her cheeks a little and eased the plug back into her bottom. 

"Don't just stick it in all in one go, cunt, play with it, ease it in a little and withdraw it, then ease a little more in, just as I did. I don't want to see it just disappear."

Totally humiliated now, she nervously did as he said, taking several minutes to slip the thing fully into her rectum.

"Fantastic, that's what I want to see: my pretty little cunt enjoying herself. But we can't hang around all day having fun, there's a lot to do today." He told her handing her one of the dresses that he brought from her house that morning. "Put this dress on so we can go shopping."

Sharon slipped the dress on and buttoned it from just above the hem to the top expecting him to want her to leave at least the top button undone, but he said nothing. When she had finished he was pleased to see that she put her hands behind her head waiting for whatever was coming next. The truth was that she was stretching when she remembered the waiting position at the last moment and dropped her hands into it hoping he hadn't noticed that she didn't go straight into it. Leaving her standing there still blindfolded, he emptied the bucket and left it by the back door, which he locked, then he walked back to her grabbed her nipple through her dress and dragged her out to the car, opened the door and helped her to climb in, before climbing in himself.



One Long Dream Ch. 06



I said it was pure fiction, just one long dream really. I have one more post and then will be way for month on holiday so the rest will be a special New Year treat for readers.

Enjoy

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Once they were out in the street he removed her blindfold saying, "I can't really have you travelling around with something as obvious as a blindfold on can I cunt, so take it off and put it in the glove box."

Removing the blindfold brought her almost instant comfort, but it was short lived as he passed her a pair of very trendy wrap around sun glasses and told her to put them on. As she moved to comply she noticed that while the mirror finish looked perfectly normal from the outside, the insides had been painted a solid black, so that when she did put them on she couldn't see a thing: they fitted very closely indeed.

Her discomfort increased even more when he told her to unbutton her dress completely and spread it apart so that she was completely exposed from the front. He increased her discomfort still further by ordering her to "Spread your legs cunt, remember I want full visual contact with your cunt at all times. Put your hands behind your back, I don't want to see arms, I want to see tits and cunt."

She did as he said, reluctantly, hesitating a little at exposing herself completely this way this in public. He noticed.

"I detected a little hesitation there cunt, and you know what that means, twenty strokes when we get home. You're up to forty now, well done."

About five minutes into the journey he asked, "Are you curious about where we are going, cunt?"

She nodded in answer.

"Well, all you really need to know is that I have arranged a private session at two adult shops in Fyshwick. You may recall that shortly before we finally separated you suggested that we go to some of the adult shops in Fyshwick, but you gave up on us before we actually went there. Well today is the day. I came over last night after I dropped you home and gave the managers of the shops a deposit of several hundred dollars each in advance and in return they have said I can have the run of the shops before they open. Should be interesting."

They drove for about another ten minutes until they came to a stop outside one of the better known adult shops. He would have preferred to buy stuff online because the range was so much bigger but time was of the essence now, so he had decided to get some essentials straight away and shop for other stuff later online.

As he had arranged to be there before the shop opened he could park immediately in front so that Sharon didn't have too far to go in public, even so he said "It is not really necessary, but you may button your dress from the top to the hem if you like cunt. If you want to earn some brownie points though you will leave some buttons undone, the more the better of course."

With that he got out and walked around to her side and opened her door.

Meanwhile, she brought her hands around from behind her and found the hem of the dress and the two lowest buttons then worked her way methodically up the dress leaving three buttons undone to start closing the dress from the fourth button from the bottom, unsure of how much that would reveal when she stood up. She continued buttoning to the low cut top and then undid the top button before putting her hands behind her head signalling she was ready for his next move. She hoped that with four of the nine buttons undone she would reveal enough to satisfy him and still preserve some of her modesty.

When he opened the door she turned and lifted her left leg out of the car dragging her dress open at the same time revealing her newly shaved cunt and as she went to swing her right leg out he said, "Hold it there cunt, I want some Paris Hilton beaver shots before you spoil the view with your other leg."

She heard the shutter fire off several shots before he said, "Ok swing the other one around and then spread 'em wide again cunt." She did as she was told and gave him a perfect angle for his Paris Hilton shot.

"Well done, cunt," he told her as he reached down with both hands then, letting the camera fall onto its strap by his side, and hauled her out of the car by her tits. "Now let's go inside."

"You didn't do a bad job with the buttons, your cunt is just visible as you walk, but another button on the top would have been better, I can hardly see anything of your tits when you stand up straight. You certainly tried to get it right - so we'll just make it 5 strokes for now. That makes it 45 so far for this evening doesn't it? Are you keeping a tally cunt, do you agree that it is 45 now?"

She nodded.

About halfway across the pavement he asked her, "By the way do you remember how to curtsy?"

She nodded, wondering what on earth prompted the question.

"Great, show me then."

Confused, she fumbled her way through a shallow little bow.

"That was awful, cunt, and is easily worth another ten strokes, that's 55 now isn't it?"

"You know, cunt, it might be a whole lot easier for you to unbutton the dress completely again, I just don't think that you are going to get it quite right with all those buttons in the way."

Taking the hint and mortified at the speed the number of strokes was adding up, she nodded quickly to avoid any further penalty for hesitation and began unbuttoning the dress again as quickly as she could. He waited and when she reached the last button he said, "Try it again but his time spread the dress as wide as you can, and spread your knees as wide as possible as you drop completely to one knee. I want to see you dip your head as low as possible. And make the whole movement slow and graceful. Now have another go and stay down until you're told to stand again!"

This time facing the shop front, she took the sides of her dress and spread it wide as she could reach with it and gracefully turned her knees out, bent them and dropped to her right knee lowering her head to about the same level as her knee.

"Much better cunt, now get up. I am going to introduce you to the manager in a little while, when I do, you will curtsy to her making sure you open your dress wide and spread your knees as far as possible just like you did in your little practice curtsy" he said opening the door to the shop for her.

The manager was there waiting for them, having heard the car pull up. "G'day Adam," she said in a bright and cheerful voice, "So this is your ex?"

"Hi, Melanie," he said shaking her hand, "yes this her, but let me formally introduce you." Then turning to Sharon, "Here cunt let me take your sunglasses off for you," he said removing them and allowing her to see again although she felt an acute embarrassment at being addressed as cunt in front of a complete stranger, and then it deepened immensely turning her a deep shade of red when he said "now remember your manners and curtsy nicely. Melanie, this is cunt, my ex wife, cunt this Melanie."

Sharon was totally mortified at not only being called cunt in public, but to be actually introduced by that name. She was truly shocked, it was all she could do to remember that she had to curtsy to this stranger, but she did remember and she spread her unbuttoned dress as wide as she could exposing herself totally to the attractive manager and dropped to one knee as she spread her legs as wide as she could exposing herself even more, finally she lowered her head as far as she could and held her position.

"Hmmmm, it's beautiful Adam, absolutely beautiful." Melanie said as she watched the little show of submission totally spellbound. And noting that Sharon made no move to get up, Melanie moved to stand directly in front of Sharon and started to stroke the kneeling woman's hair saying, "It is a really special treat to meet you cunt. Thanks, for bringing the cunt in Adam, I was totally intrigued when you told me about it last night and I was just dying to see it. And I must say it is a real pleasure to see such good manners, especially these days. Most customers treat me and my staff like dirt, so a little display of good manners is a really refreshing change."

Testing the situation, Melanie reached down with both hands and took a gentle hold of Sharon's head and lifted it so that her face was just a few inches from Melanie's pelvis. The Manager looked to Adam and asked, "May I Adam?"

"Please, you are doing us a great favour so the least I can do is give you a little something in return."

Melanie smiled from ear to ear as she pulled Sharon's head into contact with her pubis through the material of her skirt and held it there for a while.

"Hmmm it is really lovely, but I guess we need to get down to business." Melanie said for the benefit of both Adam and Sharon as she stepped clear of the still kneeling woman.

Leaving, Sharon in her curtsy position, Adam thanked Melanie for opening early especially for him and said "Maybe another time, I hope we have made a good first impression," meaning every word as he found himself really warming to the charming manager.

"You couldn't have made a better impression if you had tried Adam. And I would love to take you up on that offer of another time, here's my card, please call me, soon! Anyway I'll be opening soon so we had better get your things for you. I have got most of the things on your list ready for you, but some you will need to try on for size."

Then moving to the counter she said "It's over here - a shame that we can't leave the cunt where it is, but we do need to have it come over to the counter."

"Ok, cunt," he said following Melanie to the counter, "you heard Melanie get up and come over here."

Once Sharon was standing next to the counter Adam moved behind her and lifted her dress back and off her shoulders taking it away leaving her naked apart from her stockings, suspenders, heels and the red dog collar.

Melanie watched and gave a little wolf whistle when Adam removed the dress completely. "You know, the cunt's pretty darn cute. How old is it, Adam?"

Realising that he hadn't misheard her talk about his ex as the cunt and it, and realising what it might mean in terms of reinforcing the status of his ex in her own mind even further he said, "It is 48 in a few months."

"Really - it doesn't look anywhere near it. I am impressed, I hope my tits look as good as that when I am in my late 40s."

"Thanks, it's nice to know that it has still got it," Adam said.

With each bit of the conversation about her, Sharon felt more and more humiliated, feeling that she was being treated like some kind of pet animal, rather than a human being, but she held her thoughts in check and remained in the role she had accepted. Accepted? She thought, shit I didn't accept this, I created it and brought it on myself. He had to accept it not me.

"And I was serious about taking you up on your offer of another time," Melanie added, "but in the meantime here are the goods. Where would you like to start?"

"I thought we should start from the inside out, so the ben wa balls first," Adam said.

"Easy, do you like the traditional Asian finish or the plastic ones." Melanie asked.

"Asian of course."

Melanie handed him several different colours to choose from and he selected a dark green design. Opening the box he took them out then went to Sharon, said "Spread your legs wide cunt," and as she did he reached down and began running his finger up and down her soaking slit. She was already obviously very wet and it took him no time to open her sex so that he could slip the balls into it.

"I'm impressed cunt, you were so wet that they just slipped right in."

Rather than making her feel better this just deepened her embarrassment.

"Next?" asked Melanie.

"Corset and leather gear I think Melanie."

"Ok here is the red and black lace quarter cup you looked at last night. Want me to fit it for you?"

"I'd love you to do that for me thanks."

Melanie took the corset and moved behind Sharon, reaching around to position the corset carefully before tightening the lace fastening at the back to keep it in place, then she reached around again and lifted Sharon's tits slowly and deliberately to prolong the process as long as possible, clearly enjoying every moment of it, before placing them into the quarter cups carefully to make sure the nipples were completely free of the cups. She took the opportunity to stroke the tops of Sharon's tits, while she had the chance, before she finished lacing the corset so that it was nice and tight.

"There you go, doesn't that look lovely. Nothing like a lovely lace and net corset, especially with the quarter cups to show off a woman's figure. You'll be able to tighten this more as she gets used to it, but at first its best to just make sure that its firm without being cripplingly tight."

"Thanks Mel, the red looks great on and the fit is really good - love the way it leaves the cunt's tits free and the way it frames the cunt so nicely. Now let's see the collars and cuffs."

"Sure here they are, black with red trim to go with the corset." She said handing him the collar.

"Need to get rid of the dog collar for the time being," he said unbuckling it and placing it on the counter. Picking up the new collar he held it in place noting that it was just the right height for her Sharon's slender neck. It was a posture collar that would hold her head up and allow her head only a little movement to either side, much as a neck brace would. "Perfect Mel," he said buckling it firmly in place. Sharon felt the effect immediately. "Now let's try the cuffs."

Melanie handed him the wrist cuffs, which he fitted snugly to Sharon's wrists before sweeping her hands behind her and clipping the cuffs together and locking them in place. Next Melanie handed him the ankle cuffs, which were soon adorning Sharon's slender ankles. He joined them with a lovely shiny stainless steel hobble that was long enough that it would only marginally affect her ability to walk but which reinforced in his ex the fact that she had given up her freedom to determine her future. Not that she needed any more evidence of that. "And the rest of the locks, Mel?"

"They're here Adam, did you want to try the other corsets and the other collar?" she asked.

"You said they're the same size from the same maker didn't you?"

"Yes, the corsets are the same pattern, just different colours. The regular collar is the same basic size pattern as the bottom half of the posture collar."

"Great," he said "and the clamps?"

"I put together a collection of our most popular models for you to choose from," she told him, spreading them out on the counter for him to see. "They range from these little alligator clips through to these screw adjustable clamps. Would you like to try them?"

I'm tempted to just take a pair of each but why don't we try them," he replied. "It's no skin of my nose."

Standing there and listening to this conversation sent some shivers up Sharon's spine. She'd read about nipple, lip and clit clamps on the web and fantasised about them; she'd even seen them in adult shops before, but she had never been brave enough to try them herself. Now she would have no choice.

Let's see, I'd like them to be easy to apply and remove, although that's not so important, and I want them to get a good reaction. Which do you recommend, Mel?"

"I find the alligator kind easiest to apply and remove and to my mind they produce a pretty reasonable reaction."

"Are you speaking from personal experience, Mel?"

"Oh yes, I love 'em, put those on my tits and I'll follow you anywhere!" she replied, "As long as you intend to fuck me that is."

"Really?" He was definitely warming to this wonderful woman.

"Oh yes, but you did ask!"

"What about the others Mel"

"They will all do it for me, I'm a sucker for them."

"Now that is interesting and you said you'd like me to make cunt here available to you another time."

"Absolutely!"

"Ok, Melanie," he said holding his hand out, "you're on." They shook hands.

"Well let's do a comparative test then. Let's apply the same clamps to both of you and see how we go. Mel you're going to have remove some clothing to make this a fair trial though."

"No problem," she said lifting her top over her head to reveal a fabulous lace bra holding her firm tits in place. "You don't know how hot I am getting just watching you and the cunt go through your stuff."

She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, but before she let it drop she asked him, "You will fuck me though won't you?"

"Absolutely, who could knock back an offer to fuck a beautiful young redhead in exchange for clamping her nipples."

"Thank you, I have been feeling so jealous of your ex, I just want some of what it is getting."

"What all of it?"

"Of course."

"And the cunt too?"

"Oh yes please, the cunt is a real honey," Mel said.

"Would you top or bottom with her?"

"Hmmmm not sure, I could go either way really."

"Sold! Hmmm... well, that's that. Now then, whose first for the clamp?"

Sharon had listened to this entire conversation absolutely gobsmacked. She couldn't believe that the man she wanted to take her back had not only just arranged to fuck this delicious young sales manager he had virtually handed her an invitation to play with Sharon too.

Fuck, Sharon thought, this is totally out of hand, I need to do something here to get back some control. Without a thought she pushed in front of the now topless Melanie and thrust her tits up to Adam who had a pair of alligator clamps in his hands.

"Well done, cunt, you obviously want to be first, well here you go," he said grabbing her nipple and pulling it sharply away from her breast, before closing the clamp sharply over her deliciously stretched nipple, "Try this!"

"Ooouuuuwwww!" Sharon said regretting immediately her rash decision.

Adam brushed her to one side to move to Melanie where he repeated the action, grabbing her nipple, pulling out sharply and attaching the clamp. Melanie showed her experience by calmly accepting the clamp with a silent grimace.

Grabbing the clamp on Melanie's tit he pulled her over to stand side by side with Sharon. They were close to the same height and build. Melanie might have been a centimetre taller and her tits were slightly bigger, but otherwise there wasn't a lot between the two. Melanie might have been 10 years younger, but physically there wasn't really much between them. Psychologically Melanie was weathering the pain of the clamp better.

Adam turned to the counter and picked up the next pair, the adjustable screw clamps. This time he applied Mel's first tightening it on her smaller nipples until she let out a little "owwww". Adam tugged it a few times to make sure it was tight then played with her breast for a while with one hand while he slid his other hand over her mound through her skirt. She loved it and instantly pushed her hips forward to maximise the contact.

Sharon saw this out of the corner of her eye and bravely prepared to receive her second clamp by moving her feet apart and thrusting her tits out as far as she could.

"Don't worry cunt, I haven't forgotten you, here you go," he said grabbing her nipple and pulling it as hard as he could.

She let out a loud "Oooooo."

"Don't be such a wuss, cunt I haven't even attached the clamp yet. Here you go though, he said, "I got two complete turns into Mel's after I made contact, let's see how you go."

He turned the screw and she felt it begin to bite, then he simply turned it one whole rotation.

"Ooooooo."

"That's one." He turned the screw one more rotation, but slower this time.

"Aarrrrrhgggg."

"That's two." He turned the screw again this time even more slowly to allow her time to adjust."

"Ooooooo....aaaarrrgggggghhhh."

"That's three, well done cunt!"

"Now the weights, Mel" he said,




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"At the back of the counter, Adam."

Oh, there they are, now what do we have here? he said to himself. A bunch of 25 gm, 50 gm and 100 gm. "Great! here you go girls, let's go for the 50s one on each tit."

With that he simply added the weights to small chains and hung them from the clamps.

Sharon couldn't believe the immediate effect they had pulling her tits painfully over the wire of her 1/2 cups. Melanie didn't seem to have any trouble holding the weights though.

"I will take a pair of each please Mel and the weights. The only other things I wanted to try were the gags."

"No problem Adam, though if you fit them into its mouth you will have to take them, as I can't take them back into stock for hygiene reasons."

"I understand that, Mel. Let's try the ring gag first. We can get the cunt to open its mouth and hold the various sizes up in front of it to see how they might go. I really would like to be able fuck its face through the gag if possible though and these look a bit small for that."

"Ok, that obviously depends on how big your cock is as well as how big the cunt's mouth is."

Still wearing her clamps, Mel went behind the counter and brought three ring gags out for Adam to see. All three were stainless steel with a leather harness, but with increasing diameter rings.

Taking the first he turned to Sharon, and said, "Open wide cunt." When she had her mouth as wide as she could get it, he asked "is that as wide as it goes?

She tried to open her mouth a little further but he could tell that she wasn't going to get it open much further without assistance. He held the first ring up and saw that she could take a bigger ring. He took the next size up and thought that it was about right. But picked up the largest to check it and said, "You know Mel the cunt just might take this one. I'm going to try it."

"Ok, but once it has been in its mouth its yours."

"Ok, then lets see," and he slipped the ring between Sharon's jaws and turned it so that it pushed up against her upper palate just behind her teeth and nestled in behind the teeth in her lower jaw, stretching her mouth wide open. With the ring in place he took the straps and buckled them behind her head firmly.

"Perfect, just what I wanted. I think it looks great, but tell me, Mel, what do you think of the total look?"

"Just personally? I think the cunt looks a million dollars in the corset and all. Very sexy, indeed! I just wish I had someone to look after me like that. I've got all the gear already!"

"Don't despair, Mel, someone will turn up soon. In the meantime, you are welcome to hang out with us as often as you like." he told her.

"Thanks Adam, I'll take you up on that. Do you know the more I look at the cunt, the better the gag looks in it, it suits it perfectly and did you notice that the posture collar has guides that you can feed the gag straps through?"

"Oh yeah, so they do - that's cool!

"But you'd better make sure that you will fit through the gag if you do want a headjob while she's wearing it?" She asked.

"That's good thinking, Mel, what size was the ring?"

"Well it is 5 cm - our biggest standard ring, but I would feel much more comfortable if you were completely happy with it. Why don't you try it - you look hard enough to me."

"You're right about that I've had a raging hard on since the cunt did its curtsy, but it will need to be a full 5 cm for me to get through it."

"Hmmmm, lovely, I thought you might need a bigger ring, just from that gorgeous bulge in your pants," Mel said, "and if I had my way it would have been somewhere useful already - like filling me!'

"Very tempting Mel, but I am on a mission here, there will be time enough to fill you later, but now I want to try the ring," he said then turning to Sharon, "On your knees cunt!" At which Sharon, slipped down obediently to kneel in front of him. "Now let's see how we go here."

When Sharon was in position, Adam simply stepped up to her, took hold of her head and pulled it forward until his cock was between her open lips and then he just pushed gently into the ring gag. He watched the head of his cock fit through the ring, but he could only get another half inch or so into it comfortably.

"No good Mel, I don't think I can get through it. You said you can get bigger ring gags on custom order."

"Yes, I can. Do you really need it?"

"Well, I can only get a little more than the head of my cock through this one. I'm going to need a 6 cm ring if I am going to be able to fuck the cunt's face freely when its gagged, and it is something I've always really wanted to be able to do. No point having a ring gag otherwise is there, Mel?"

"No, none. 5 is definitely too small?" Melanie asked.

"Here, see for yourself" he said pushing once more into Sharon's mouth, causing her to gag and splutter, as Melanie knelt down with her face inches from Sharon's. "See! All that happens is that I push the gag further into the cunt's mouth."

"Hmmm, right. So you really do need a bigger ring, oh goodie," she said gleefully imagining the lovely big cock slipping into her own mouth. "I'd love to wrap my lips around a cock that needs a custom size ring myself. Unfortunately, I don't have any bigger rings in stock, but if you'd like to try one I've got a 5.5, that I got for myself. Do you want to try that? It's in my handbag."

"Ok, why don't you get it then Mel." he said.

"Right," she said trotting away towards the back room, "back in a tick."

While Melanie was getting her gag, Adam, pulled his ex to her feet and spent some time examining her closely, pulling on her clamps, fingering her sopping slit and running his fingers around her mouth, he even tongued her open mouth.

The only thing he said in all this time was an occasional, "hmmm, good, nice, that could be tighter."

When Mel returned she saw that he was giving Sharon's tits a few good slaps to see the effect of the weights bouncing her tits against the top of the quarter cups while fingering her cunt so that she was almost swooning.

"Wish that was me, but here you go," Mel said holding the gag out for him try on her. 

"The cunt's already got a gag in its mouth and it seems a shame to remove it just now, so why don't you put it on for me Mel, doesn't matter much which mouth it's in, the gag will be the same size."

"Oh yeah, that's a point, ok," she said without a second thought. "Here you go then," she said before placing the gag in her own mouth. He had noticed when they first came into the store that Melanie not only had a nice set of tits, but she also seemed to have a nice large mouth, it was just one of those things that he always looked at whenever he met a woman for the first time, and, he saw now, that she certainly had no troubling fitting the gag and tightening it. She obviously had done it a few times.

What really impressed Adam about Melanie, though, was that she simply fitted the gag and dropped to her knees in front of him without the slightest hesitation, so that all he had to do was grab her head and pull it forward to slip his cock into her mouth. He negotiated his way through the bigger gag and soon had his cock resting in the back of her throat. She showed no signs of gagging and seemed perfectly happy to have her throat full of cock. 

His cock had slipped neatly, with very little space to spare, and smoothly through the gag. With his cock now deep in Melanie's mouth so that she had her nose in his pubic hair, he turned to Sharon saying "Just look at this will you cunt," and when Sharon turned stiffly and bent forward from the waist so that she could actually look down far enough with the posture collar on to see, he went on "this is exactly what I am going to train you to do. Look at the way Mel can hold my cock at full penetration and stay perfectly calm by breathing through her nose. Just perfect. I will get her to coach you through it"

To Melanie, whose head he held tight against his pelvis, he said "Mel, please order a 5.5 cm ring gag for the cunt, black leather straps will be fine."

With some difficulty Mel nodded her agreement, in response Adam, who withdrew his cock, saying "You know Mel, this may come as no surprise, but I can honestly say that I have never experienced such brilliant customer service before in my life. I can't thank you enough for all your help this morning. Do you do this for all your customers?"

Melanie remained on her knees while she released the gag and got her breath back, then stood and said, "The pleasure is all mine, Adam, although it would have been an even greater pleasure if you had taken a bit more of an advantage of the fact that you had your beautiful cock halfway down my throat and no I don't do that for all my customers - I've never done it for any customer before, ever, but then I've never had such a sexy customer before either. The chance to serve a man who really knows how to treat a woman properly obviously doesn't come around very often, so it's a real privilege to help you get the cunt properly set up. I would be honoured if you allowed me to help you further in any way I can, but the first thing I will do is order the 5.5 cm gag for you. I would be happy to deliver it personally when it arrives, if you like."

"That's a deal, Mel. And you know, I'm really sorry that you don't have the whips, and things I wanted, otherwise I would have happily bought everything here, from you. Thanks for recommending Mike to me though he was really very helpful and has offered me the same sort of deal that you have - not sure I will get another head-job there though. I still need to go and get them and we need to be in MacKellar by twelve."

"Oh, that's right you said you were heading out to Full-Rush this morning. Here, let me settle up for you. Do you want me to call the whip place and let them know you're on your way?

"No, that's ok we can still make if we get a move on. So let me fix you up for all this stuff and then we need to make arrangements to get together."

"Sure she said, I've already tallied most of it I just need to add the extra clamps, there we go. How did you want to pay for that?"

"Amex."

"No problems Adam, look would it be all right if I dropped out tonight for a while? I'd love to see how everything goes today."

"Now that's a good idea, Mel. I'd love to see you tonight here's my card, drop out about 7, the cunt should have dinner cooked by then."

"Fantastic, thanks Adam, you're a great customer, and i really appreciate your visit."

"You're more than welcome, you deserve every cent of it too Mel."

With that he picked up his large bags of goodies, which now also included ball and penis gags, unlocked Sharon's wrist cuffs and told her to remove the hobble and pick up her dress and slip it on, saying nothing about removing the gag, collar, clamps, weights, corset or cuffs and when she had the dress wrapped around her, he said. "Don't bother buttoning the dress cunt, you won't have it on long, just hold it at the waist. That's it."

"Mel," he said admiring the still topless sales manager, "you still have my clamps on. Why don't you wear them out to my place tonight so I can remove them there? I think I'd quite like to spend some time on them."

"My pleasure Adam, see you and the cunt at 7 then."

"Ok cheers", he said closing the door after guiding Sharon out onto the footpath, which was considerably busier than it had been an hour earlier. Sharon was the centre of attention as she walked to the car with her gag, collar and cuffs clearly visible as well a flash of stockinged leg with every step, but she didn't know that as Adam had replaced her sunglasses before taking her out of the shop.

He opened her door for her and guided her into her seat, told her to put her hands behind her back, rearranged her dress for maximum exposure and buckled her in.

When they were under way, he said "Well done cunt, you were marvelous, absolutely marvelous. I thought I might have got you to breaking point there, but you hung in really well. I'm very proud of you. Keep going like that and we really will have a very solid future together. Fuck, you don't know how much I really wanted to fuck your mouth back there, its just so inviting with that gag in it, guess I'll just have too wait until Mel delivers us the bigger one."

The whip maker had a small studio behind a large equestrian store in Fyshwick that most people, other than his regular customers and those like Adam, who had been referred to the business, wouldn't even know existed. From the outside the only evidence that there was anything there at all was a small sign on the plain timber door saying "No Entry, Private, Pony Gear Workshop." It was only through Mel's enthusiastic call last night telling the workshop's owner about what Adam was doing that he even knew of the shop. When he visited the shop himself shortly after that call, Mike, the owner, welcomed him with open arms, explaining all about the various whips, paddles, crops and other implements that he made on site.

Of course Sharon knew nothing of any of this, just that were going somewhere that sold whips. Whips had always fascinated her and she had even gone to a horsey sort of shop and bought a riding crop once to try out on herself after reading The Story of O and the Beauty books. Her strongest fantasies and orgasms always came when she imagined being strung up between two pillars and whipped as O had been before being taken down and ravished in all her holes. Of course nothing like that had ever happened too her, but the images flooded in every time she thought back to when Adam had strung her up in the doorway in Perth all those years ago. Only since then, in her fantasies, he stripped her completely before stringing her up and whipped her thoroughly with a variety of lovely hand made leather whips so that she was literally screaming for release when he took her down and fucked her brutally in her pain. This was where her head was when she felt the car come to a halt at a set of traffic lights. But she didn't know that and the car moved on again.

It was also where her head was when they came to a stop outside the non-descript workshop door that was Mike' Leather Works. Adam looked across at his ex to see her moaning around her gag and squirming in her seat, rubbing her thighs together. Reaching over he pulled her thighs apart and slipped two fingers roughly deep into her syrupy sex finding her g-spot just as easily in the real world as he fucked her brutally in the movie in her mind.

While she was still in her own world, he pulled her hands from behind her put them in her lap, with her fingers over her slit. She immediately buried the fingers of one hand in her cunt while she rubbed her clit frantically with the other.

Adam could only watch fascinated at the unparalleled display she put on. Hell he hadn't even seen her touch herself before so this was a monumental change in her. He slipped out of the car raced around and opened her door, grabbed her legs and turned her while she still had a handful of her own sex.

"Keep those hands doing exactly what they were doing cunt. Don't you dare fucking stop." Grabbing her tits roughly, he pulled her up and out of the car.

Confused now and totally disoriented, she felt her nipples being pulled roughly by the clamps still attached to them forcing her to follow awkwardly as she kept her fingers working in her sex, while still trying to rub her clitoris. Her mental world and the real world seemed to somehow align as she heard a door open and then close behind her.

A small woman in her late thirties, wearing an almost see through harem suit and nothing else except a tightly fitting collar and matching cuffs, came to greet them. All Sharon heard was the pleasant female voice, "Well! Hello Adam, Sir! We were expecting you to bring your ex with you but not quite like this," She said eyes wide at the sight of Sharon, still collared, cuffed and with her dress wide open, frantically fingering herself. "Must have been some session with Melanie this morning."

"Hi Tamara, yes it was but I don't think that was all that set the cunt off. It literally just went over the top in the car on the way here from Mel's shop. I have no idea what might have set it off like that."

Just as he did in Melanie's shop he removed Sharon's painted sunglasses, but this time there was no need to unbutton her dress as it was draped completely open. "Get those hands out of your sexy little snatch, cunt and don't forget to curtsy nicely now when I introduce you." She shook her head in compliance.

Then he said, "Needless to say, Tamara, this is cunt, my ex, that I told you about last night. Cunt this is Tamara."

Ignoring Tamara's outstretched hand, Sharon for the second time that day sank into a deep curtsy with her knees widely spread and her dress spread out behind her.

"So nice to meet you cunt," Tamara said, "lovely, I've never been curtsied to before, I love it."

"Sir, I know you want to get out to Full Rush, this morning, and we need to open up in half an hour so I'll get straight down to business."

"Stay just as you are cunt," Adam said, "until I tell you to move, understand?" Sharon nodded and remained kneeling with her head bowed low and her arms spread wide holding her dress back

"Beautiful, such beautiful submission and grace," Tamara said to no one in particular and then "Sir," she said taking Adam's arm and leading him from the office area into the workshop proper.

"I think you should bring the cunt with you Sir, but Master has a preference that all women crawl in the workshop, he only allows me to walk so that I can talk to clients without making them bend over," she whispered as they entered the workshop.

"Of course, thank you, Tamara. OK cunt, down on your hands and knees and follow us, understand?"

Sharon nodded, dropped her hands to the floor and started crawling gingerly across the rough flagged floor after her ex.

The workshop was a huge barn like room with wooden walls and roof and Tamara led Adam toward a table in the middle of the room, where there were two large timber columns supporting the massive beams of the roof.

"Master has selected this series of implements for you based on your list of requirements from last night and would be pleased to demonstrate the uses of each if you wish."

"Thank you that would be great. Would he like to use the cunt for the demonstration, Tamara.

"Master said that would be your choice, but Master would be perfectly happy to use me for the demonstration, and of course I have no say in it anyway."

"Hmmm, it's a shame not to see you hung up naked, but let's use the cunt for now."

"Sir, if you wish to see me hung up naked while Master demonstrates then I would be only too pleased to realise your wish. Would that please you Sir?"

"Very much so, yes very much so, Tamara."

"Very well Sir, Master has instructed me to prepare your ex for the demonstration if that was your decision."

"That's thoughtful of him. Where is Mike by the way?"

"Master was just finishing off some work in the other barn, we have two rooms like this you know. The other one has the pony gear, you should have a look at it some time."

"I will, Tamara, I will, but for now let's get this show on the road."

Sharon had felt as if she had hit rock bottom when she was dragged into this huge barn like room with her fingers in her cunt and made to curtsy again, but as she leaned forward and began to crawl she knew that she was going even lower. She had heard the entire conversation between Adam and Tamara and could only guess at what kind of demonstration this Master would give in a shop that sold whips but she knew that this would be the first real fulfillment of her O and Beauty fantasies.

As she approached Adam and Tamara, she heard the enchanting Tamara ask him, "Would you like the cunt suspended from a single point or with its arms spread."




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"Oh definitely spread, Tamara."

"And would Sir prefer to have the cunt's legs spread or left unbound so it might move to avoid the whipping, though the way that Master wields a whip that is entirely futile, still some men like to see their women dance at the end of a rope or chain as they try to escape."

"No thanks Tamara, I would like the cunt fully spread eagled with no chance of evasion this time."

"Very well, Sir and would Sir like to have me spread eagled and available for your pleasure in the same way as well?"

"Yes, that would be perfect, thank you Tamara."

Having settled the details, Tamara, moved beside Sharon, who was now sitting back on her heels feeling more than a little scared, and with a hand under each arm she lifted Sharon to her feet, saying, "Come with me, cunt, you beautiful creature, if you do not resist me it will be a lot easier for you."

Sharon stood and allowed herself to be led between the columns, where Tamara removed Sharon's dress and then lifted each of her hands in turn and attached short chains that hung from ring bolts in the columns to her cuffs before tightening them evenly leaving Sharon stretched fully between the solid uprights. Then Tamara lifted each of Sharon's ankles in turn and fastened them to short chains that hung from rings at the base of each column. Stretching her legs wide had the effect of lowering her entire body, which further stretched her arms, making her whole body taut. There was no give in her bonds; she could not go anywhere to avoid what was coming.

"Sir, would you like to inspect the cunt to make sure it is bound to your liking."

"Adam walked up to within inches of his ex wife and began kissing her neck and shoulders, before slipping several fingers into her unbelievably wet snatch. Bending his fingers in a long arch he pushed the ben wa balls out of the way and found her g-spot again and simultaneously began tonguing her still gagged mouth and stimulating her clit. She began moaning immediately and was building rapidly towards a climax when Mike entered the room saying, "That looks like fun Adam, is the cunt ready? That's what you said you call her isn't it?"

"Yes that's exactly what I call it, Mike." Adam said keeping up his attack on her sex.

Sharon, for her part, feeling more humiliated now than ever with another man looking at her exposed charms, could not help but look twice at the man who had just entered the room. He was about the same height as her ex husband, who kept his fingers moving rhythmically in her despite the presence of another man. She noted that Mike was quite handsome with distinguished looking white hair and a goatee beard like Adam's. She saw that he was very well built and obviously very fit and strong. As she neared yet another climax she inhaled deeply as she realised that he was dressed just like an executioner with a leather vest over his bare torso and slim fitting leather chaps. In the open space between the legs of his chaps, she saw that he sported a very decent looking semi-hard penis, that looked almost as long as Adam's. Just the sight of it made her realise, yet again, that she was in a very exposed and vulnerable position that was very likely to be exploited beyond just a light whipping. It looked to her as though this man meant business, and his principal weapon was turning her on more than she could ever have admitted to herself in the past. She was certain she would feel his entire arsenal before they left the barn. She came forcefully at her ex-husband's hands, collapsing into her bonds.

"The cunt is now ready when you are Mike. At least it's very close." Adam said waiting for her to recover. "Nice outfit by the way."

"Glad you like it. I think it helps women focus on what's most important to them. They can never have enough reinforcement of their true value and role in life, you know. If you're interested, I have a pair of chaps that were for a special order but the customer changed his mind. You can have them at cost. The vests are a standard line."

"Thanks, Mike," Adam said, "I'll take you up on that."

"Good," said Mike turning to Tamara. "Go and grab the chaps from the store room and get a medium vest for Adam, and be quick!"

Tamara ran to the store and returned just a few moments later with the goods. "Here you are Sir", she said to Adam handing him the garments, "would you like me to help you with them Sir?"

"Yes please Tamara, that would be lovely, thank you."

"Excellent," she said dropping to her knees and reaching for his belt, "Sir will let Tamara do everything for him, please."

"Naturally, Tamara."

In no time, she had him stepping out of his trousers and jocks, pausing a moment to savour the sight of his rapidly hardening cock, "Sir has a beautiful hard weapon that Tamara would be delighted to service and accommodate with my Master's permission."

"Thank you Tamara."

She gave the head of his shaft a delicate, reverent kiss and then fastened the chaps around his hips. Standing, she removed his shirt quickly and slipped the vest on after removing the tags. "There you go Sir and if Tamara might say so, Sir looks fantastic, very masculine and very dominant. Tamara would love to service Sir in any way she could, with Master's permission."

Feeling completely in character now, he stood in front of Sharon and asked, "What do you think cunt, neat eh? The outfit gives my... ah weapon, as you always used to call it, due prominence, don't you think. Sort of keeps it right where it should be... ready to fuck the daylights out of you. The outfit feels pretty damn good so I think you'll get to see plenty of it, if you're still around at the end of our game."

Then he leaned forward and whispered in Sharon's ear, "Enjoy your first whipping, my dear little cunt. Mike did tell me last night that he would take it easy on you as it is your first, but then he also said that if he enjoyed it he might give you a taste of the real thing as he shows me how to apply the leather with best effect. I promise you, though, this will be just the first of many."

In the meantime, Tamara had told Mike that Adam wanted her spread-eagled too and Mike was busy preparing to string her up with her usual fittings as he asked Adam if he would like a tea or coffee before he locked the little slut up for the session.

"I'd love an Earl Grey tea thanks, Mike, black no sugar. And now I come to think of it Tamara may be more useful loose than strung up, I actually brought a camera - it's in the car. Could we have Tamara photograph the demonstration?"

"Good idea, she is actually a trained commercial photographer and I often use her to document sessions. By the way, we have a permanent video capture set-up. Would you like Tamara to get that running too?

"Fantastic, I never dreamed you were so well set up."

"It's not real flash, just four video cameras and a few mikes that we can focus on the front and back of the central frame. They are HD DVD cameras -- so you can have the DVD's as soon as we've finished - but you will have to edit them yourself."

"Cool Mike that would be just great. Thanks."

"Ok, give Tamara your keys," and then he said to Tamara, "OK, off you go Tamara quick as you can, get the man his tea and camera then get the clothes off, you're way over dressed."

"Yes Master, right away, Sir!"

"The camera is in a bag in the boot Tamara, bring the whole bag!"

"Yes Sir," she said jogging towards the door to the shop front.

"Now Adam," Mike said, walking to stand next to Adam and just a few inches in front of Sharon, so close she felt his member brush her leg several times. "You said last night that you haven't whipped the cunt yet, but you have used a plastic ruler on its arse, cunt and tits, is that right?"

"Yes, that was just last night for the first time. When we were married all those years ago she was just a stuck up, frigid bitch that would not let me do anything to her at all. I was flat out fucking her missionary style excuse the pun. And it was only last night that she turned up and literally begged me to do what she would have never allowed me to do back then."

"So, Adam, why exactly do you want the whips and other implements?"

"For two reasons, Mike, firstly to punish any shortcomings the cunt exhibits and secondly for my own pleasure."

"Ok, I assume then, that the pleasure sessions, if not the punishment sessions, are likely to end up with you fucking her, is that right?'

"That was my idea, yes."

"Good, then I think I have the right balance of implements for you. Now I know last night I said that I would go easy on her as it's her first whipping as far you we know, but she just looks so good hanging there that I would like to give her a taste of the real thing right from the start if that's ok with you."

"Ok? Mike, that's fantastic, yeah that's absolutely cool Mike. I really think it's great that you have taken the time to show us how to get the most out of your gear."

"My pleasure, Adam, especially when you bring me a target as beautiful as the cunt. And look I know Tamara said we only have half an hour, but the truth is, I didn't want to commit to any longer until I saw the cunt in person, but now I've seen it we can take as long as you like so that I can explain each implement in detail."

"Thanks Mike, as I said I really appreciate that you can take time out of your busy schedule to give us a good demo, so any time you can give us is fantastic, but we do need to leave by 1145 ish to get to Full Rush in time, so we really only have an hour or so anyway."

"No worries Adam, here's Tamara with your camera and tea, so let's get started. Tamara has been shooting this sort of action for a couple of years so she'll get great results and will still be able to look after us, in case the fun gets a bit much for us, if you know what I mean, he he he!"

"If you mean that you're making her available to ease any carnal pressures that might arise, then I am all for it Mike"

"That's exactly what I mean, Adam. Of course, in return, I expect that the cunt here is going to be available at the end of the session. I mean one of the greatest joys in life is to whip a delicious little slut like your ex, and then fuck it's mouth" as he said this he was running his fingers around Sharon's open mouth, "while it's still tied and helpless," now he was slipping two fingers in and out of Sharon's mouth through the ring that held her mouth open, "especially when the slut is wearing a beautiful ring gag like this one."

Adam stood there open mouthed and speechless, inches from his ex wife, and watched as this man, whom he'd only met last night and whom his ex had never even laid eyes on, explored the bound woman's mouth thoroughly with his fingers. "Ah ... of course, sh... shh... shhhe will be available, Mike. But how will you fuck its mouth while she is still strung up like this?" he asked wondrously.

"Don't worry Adam," he said holding his fingers deep in Sharon's mouth as she gagged and spluttered around them, "We've installed a quick release mechanism that allows us to release the slave from the vertical and have her stretched out on her back in seconds. Trust me, it works like a charm. And as long as I get a good go at her mouth through that ring gag mate, in return for the demo, then I'm a happy chappy. When she's down, obviously you can do whatever you like as well, deal?"

"Ah, yeah, of course, yeah deal Mike."

"Good," Mike said pulling his fingers from Sharon's mouth at last and wiping them across her cheek, "Let's get down to business then. We'll start with the table tennis paddle."

Mike walked over and pulled a small table across until it stood about two metres or so in front of Sharon. "Hey cunt," he said walking to within a few inches of Sharon's face, "I'm going to move the little table around a bit, nod if you can see it all when I ask, OK?"

Sharon nodded slightly in acknowledgement of his instruction, then he began sliding the table away from her. Straining against the posture collar to look down she saw him moving the table and lost part of it when he had pushed the table to about a foot from her bound legs.

"See it now, cunt?" he asked.

She shook her head and he moved it back half a metre. "Now?" he asked.

She nodded and he moved it back half another metre to ensure she could see all of the exciting implements lying on the table.

"Now, Adam," Mike said picking up a paddle and standing directly in front of the bound woman, his erection pressing against her leg, "here is what I've selected for you, taking into account your budget and intentions."

"First is this modified table tennis paddle. You'll see it is covered with a good stiff leather on one side and on the other we've left the dimpled rubber covering."

"Why is that, Mike?"

"The stiff leather gives the paddle extra stiffness all round and provides a bit of extra sting and leaving the dimpled rubber on one side gives you the option of a slightly lighter touch. Delivered with moderate to full force, the leather sounds fantastic, where the rubber always sounds a bit flat. Let me demonstrate" he said moving behind Sharon, "watch this."

Adam moved to stand behind her on the opposite side as Mike turned side on to Sharon's arse steadied himself as a golfer would with his feet about shoulder width apart and the paddle resting on Sharon's left cheek. Mike had his entire focus on that cheek as he raised the paddle in a long arc until it was high behind his head and then swung it hard in a smooth, fast arc until it slammed into the cheek that he was focused on.

Adam was surprised at how much noise came out of his gagged ex, he had expected the gag would have silenced her, but she managed to make her presence well and truly heard.

"Did you notice Adam, how little sound the dimpled rubber side makes when the paddle is delivered with force?"

"Ahh, no I can't say I heard anything other than the cunt screaming."

"Precisely," Mike said, "the rubber makes bugger all noise, so if you want sound effects the leather offers much better pleasure here, let me show you how much difference the leather makes."

With that he lined up to deliver a second blow to the sobbing captive in front of him. Again he let the paddle rest on her left cheek as he settled himself, then raised the paddle as before and swung it with just as much force as the first time until it slammed into the cheek for the second time, this time with a very loud and very distinct crack, that even Sharon's loud scream couldn't mask.

"There, hear the difference, that time Adam?"

"Absolutely, that's a huge difference."

"I just love that sound, the crack of real leather as it lands on a soft arse. Like to try it yourself?" Mike said holding the paddle out for Adam.

"You bet, right side?"

"Yeah. Now the clue with the paddle is that you can deliver it as hard or as soft as you like naturally, but when you put some real force behind it, it not gives you that lovely sound on the leather side, but it really warms the entire cheek, unlike a cane or whip which has a very narrow area of effect."

Adam moved into position and like Mike held the paddle against Sharon's right cheek as he steadied himself with his feet apart copying his host exactly, then he raised the paddle high behind his head as Mike had done and swung it hard and fast until it slammed rubber side first into his ex wife's cheek lifting her against her bonds. Her scream this time was just as loud as it had been for either of Mike's blows and almost completely smothered the noise of the blow itself.

"Oh yeah," Adam cried, "oh yeah, I love it."

"Nice one Adam, now try the leather." Mike said.

Without any hesitation, Adam had the leather face of the paddle resting on the now rosy pink cheek again and refocused before lifting the paddle behind his head again.

Crack. Sharon screamed again as the leather covered side of the paddle lifted her against her bonds.

"Yes! Take that you frigid bitch," Adam said, "and that red arse's just the beginning cunt!"

"You know, I've got to say Adam," Mike said slowly stroking his now completely erect cock "that's was very nice to watch. Keep that up and we'll have to let the cunt down early. Fuck, I'm really looking forward to that mouth now, mate." Mike took the paddle and placed it on the table and picked up a long leather strop like you would find in an old fashioned barber's shop. With the strop in his hand he moved to stand next to Adam and directly in front of Sharon, all the time stroking his raging hard-on.

Adam was all ears and eyes as he stood there in front of his ex idly fingering her slit and clit in a smooth practiced, fluid motion that had her almost swooning. 

"Next I want to show you the strop. But before I do just remember that the paddle is really just meant for the backside. The strop though is a little more versatile; you can apply it almost anywhere where there is a nice fleshy covering. Naturally the arse is a good target, but so are thighs and tits. Let me demonstrate."

With that he placed the strop on the top of Sharon's left tit and let it rest there as he stepped back to her left side.

Adam was about to move away from his frightened, wide eyed ex, when Mike said, "Keep doing what you're doing mate! Just move a bit so that you are on the other side of the cunt - I don't want to accidentally connect with you old buddy."

Adam moved just a little to Sharon's right side keeping his fingers working on her sex, amazed at just how wet she was. With his other hand he turned her head so that he could look straight into her teary eyes as he kept up his assault on her clit and cunt. "You know, this is perfect, cunt, just perfect, thank you so much for dropping by last night

""That's great, Adam" Mike said, "now don't stop what you're doing with its cunt. How is it going by the way?"

Staring his ex wife dead in the eye and noticing with mounting excitement and glee the familiar fierce defiance in her eyes that appeared in the past whenever he got anywhere near forcing her limits, Adam said, "It's gaping wide open, Mike, and wetter than it's ever been. It's just a lovely, sloppy, syrupy cunt, and it's about to come, Mike, if I am not mistaken."

"Uhhhk ohhhh uuuuu aaataaard!"

"I think," Adam said, "it just tried to say to "fuck off, you bastard," is that right cunt?"

"Eeeshhhh." Sharon said and nodded.

Renewing his attack on her cunt, Adam said "That's not very polite now, is it cunt? Mike, can you do something to punish this rude little cunt for me now please?"

"Sure Adam, how's this?" Mike said swinging the strop down sharply on Sharon's tit, evincing an immediate, muffled scream from her gaping mouth as the strop crushed her breast sharply against the top of the quarter cup and making the weight hanging from it bounce wildly.

"Perfect Mike", Adam said watching the defiance in Sharon's eye's wane as she cried out in reaction to the assault on her tit.

"And this!" Mike added quickly swinging the strop again, this time sharply upwards against the tender underside of the bound woman's tit, aiming perfectly for that part that was clear of the protection of her quarter cup. Again a sharp, but muffled, scream escaped her open mouth, only this time it was much quieter and shorter as she began to shudder in the throes of an approaching orgasm.

Mike tossed the strop to Adam, saying "Your turn mate! I can keep the pressure up on its cunt if you like."

"Please do, Mike! Now let's see," Adam said lining up on the underside of her right tit and letting fly with a hard, sharp upward blow against the soft target. Sharon cried out in agony as the pain shot through her tit even though Adam was a little off target and struck the cup holding the tit, but with Mike still aggressively mauling her cunt she was finding it difficult to separate the pain spreading through her breasts from the intense feelings of sexual pleasure, of personal worth from being the centre of attention of not one but two attractive men, and of the extreme warmth and feeling of well-being radiating from her sex.




One Long Dream Ch. 07



While Bob towed his naked, crawling wife by her leash into the pony room, Adam with Sharon crawling on all fours at his side headed towards the cash desk to settle the bill for his purchases, so by the time they entered the pony room Lynn had been tied to a hitching rail by a rope through the ring in the front of her collar and was waiting to have her harness fitted.

The pony room itself, a converted distribution warehouse, was an enormous space with a central ring of sawdust resembling a round yard for exercising and training horses. The hitching rail that Lynn was tied to stood between the ring and a small set of tiered seating that ran along one wall so that anybody sitting there had a full and uninterrupted view of her and the ring. 

Tamara led Adam and Sharon to the seating and invited them to sit in the front row about a meter away from the hitching rail and Lynn. While she asked Adam what sort of coffee he would like, Mike and Bob, who was carrying what was obviously Lynn's new harness, entered the room from another door off to the right of the ring.

"Ok, Mike," Bob was saying as he put the bulk of the leather gear on the bench close beside Sharon "let's see how this new head harness fits. I can't wait to see how it looks."

"I'm sure you'll like it Bob, I have designed it so that it has a tongue depressor that clips on the bit, here let me show you." Mike said reaching for the elaborate bridle that incorporated a solid stainless steel bit.

With the bit in hand he took a small plastic spoon shaped object from his pocket and clipped it over the bit and then moving to stand in front of Lynn he asked "May I?"

"Of course!" Bob told him.

With that Mike took hold of Lynn's chin and pulled it down to open her mouth so he could slide the bit into place snugly against the corners of her mouth and the plastic spoon slid deep into the back of her mouth and pushed down on her tongue. "There you go tighten the harness and see what kind of effect that it has."

Bob did just as Mike suggested and tightened the harness so that the bit was anchored in place in his wife's mouth. "Ok Lynn, tell me how that feels."

A quiet "uhhh uhhh uhh uhh ohh" was all that emerged from the brunette's mouth, demonstrating that while she could still manage some sound, it was very muted and totally unintelligible.

"Brilliant Mike, absolutely brilliant. And I really love the way you have used a much smaller bit so it leaves her face clear like that."

"That was the whole idea: gag her effectively, but stylishly. And notice that while the rest of the head harness is a relatively simple design it will attach to the posture collar and has simple press stud attachment points for a visor, blinkers and a blindfold, which I've included in the pack for you as you requested."

"Cool, so let's get the collar on her then," Bob said as he picked up the 6" posture collar from the bench next to Sharon, who now sat transfixed by the sight in front of her.

The collar was in red trimmed black studded leather to match the head harness. When it was in place, it lifted Lynn's head and kept it centred making it difficult for her turn her head even a little. With the head harness attached to the collar Lynn could barely move or turn her head sideways at all. With blinkers and visor in place Lynn could only see directly in front of her and had virtually no chance of improving her field of vision by turning her head.

"Wow that's stunning, just stunning Mike. I love it and it fits perfectly. You're a genius man, a true genius. So let's complete the outfit with the body harness."

Once again Bob reached to the gear lying on the bench next to Sharon, only this time he said, "Don't feel left out cunt, we still have all her older tack that should fit you pretty well. Maybe Adam will let you try it on tomorrow."

Hearing that Adam leaned over to Sharon, took a handful of her hair and said, "I think that is a great idea. I'm sure you would like that wouldn't you cunt?" Without waiting for her to make any response at all he began shaking her head back and forth in a forced nod.

"Well done, what a good idea, I really appreciate your sense of adventure in volunteering so readily."

In the meantime, Bob had the harness on Lynn and was tightening it so that it fit very snugly. The harness itself was constructed around three large stainless steel rings, one centred on her chest just below her breasts with another one tucked under each breast almost directly under the nipple. Broad leather straps ran from the rings under her breasts, under her arms and up to join at another ring between her shoulder blades. More straps ran from this ring on either side of her neck back down between her breasts to meet the centre ring. A broad strap ran down her front over her navel before splitting into two just above her sex, the two parts passing either side of her cunt leaving it completely open and accessible before spreading widely around her buttocks, like the straps of a jock strap, to join a broad belt around her waist.

The harness also had rings on the tops of the shoulders and on the belt over her hips. The final touch was a pair of chains attached to the ends of the bit that ran down through rings on her harness to clip onto her nipple rings. These chains were just long enough so that they exerted a slight, but constant upward pressure on her nipples so that if she turned her head at all, it would pull her nipples up. When reins were attached to the bit, the slightest pull on them to either side jiggled her nipples; a larger pull on the reins lifted her whole tits. Bob had Mike give the reins several sharp tugs to ensure it delivered the right effect to her tits. Satisfied that the reins would work properly he felt the snugness and checked the separation of the straps that ran between her legs to make sure that they were far enough apart to give good access to her cunt and snug enough that they would not slip together under load and block access. This prompted Mike to say "Don't worry about the crotch straps Bob, they've been pre-softened and should not move or chaff her too much, even if you work her hard. Would you like to try the bells and weights now too?"

"Of course, the outfit's not complete without them."

With a click of his fingers, Mike sent Tamara off to get the extras and in no time she was handing them to Bob. The bells were small, highly polished, cast brass that were attached to sturdy nipple clamps, which drew a muffled moan when they were clamped onto Lynn's nipples next to the rings that already adorned her tits. The weights themselves were a pair of stainless steel cylinders about 100 mm long and 20 mm in diameter with a ring at the top. They were hanging from an equally highly polished stainless steel bow shackle of the kind used on yachts. Bob unscrewed the pin from the shackle, pulled it from one side and then forced it through the piercing in Lynn's left labia capturing the shackle against the outside of the labia, slipped it through the rings on the top of the weights and forced it through the matching piercing in her right labia and screwed it back into the shackle capturing it against the outside of her right labia. When he let the shackle and weights drop it stretched her lips deliciously, eliciting another moan from his wife.

"Perfect Mike, and these were the 250 gm weights weren't they."

"That's right and I used the bigger 5 cm bow shackles, mainly because they have more weight in themselves and because they are big enough to leave plenty of room so that you could work up to the full kilo without having to get bigger shackles."

"Good thinking, Mike. So now she's all dressed let me take her for a spin." Without any further delay, Bob picked a long stiff whip, attached a long training lead to the ring of his wife's collar, released her from the hitching rail and led her into the ring. Leaving her standing just inside the perimeter of the ring he moved to the centre of the ring and holding the long training leash in one hand he gave a sharp crack of the whip across her arse and said "walk on."

Lynn immediately began to move, firstly at a walk with her knees rising high, but a second crack of the whip had her break into a slow trot, causing the bells to begin tinkling and the weights to start swinging between her legs and knocking together with a sharp metallic ring.

The sight of the naked woman trotting with her tits and buttocks bouncing beautifully to the sound of the tinkling bells and weights captivated her audience completely, but when a further crack of the whip caused her to break into a full gallop it brought a round of applause from the small crowd including Sharon who had her hands free to drink the coffee Tamara had brought her.

Three laps at a gallop was enough to convince Bob that he had got his money's worth and he brought his wife back to a trot, then a walk and finally brought her to a stop with a gentle "Whoa! Good girl, well done!"

"Well Mike," he said, "you've really excelled on this lot, thanks."

"No problem Bob, would you like me to pack the stuff up for you now?"

"No, I've brought the float so she can travel home as she is and start to get used to the float, but before we go do you have another couple of weights, as you said there is still plenty of room on the shackle and I don't see why she shouldn't have the pleasure of the full kilogram now. Come to think of it do you have 4, I might as well get a pair for her tits too."

"Sure, that will just about clean me out of them, but that's my problem, I'm sure I can get more before the cunt needs them," he said loud enough for Sharon to hear, "Tamara duck out and get another two pairs of the weights for Lynn, and you'd better order more in I think that will be the last of them."

"Yes Sir! Two pairs of the 250 gm weights for Mrs Preston, and I will order more right away Sir."

"Good girl! Now how would you like to pay today Bob or would you like to leave it until Wednesday's meeting? The total is exactly what I quoted you."

"Look, if you don't mind waiting until Wednesday that'd be great, Bob told the leatherworking genius.

"That's fine, Bob, besides I know exactly where you live!"

"Well thanks mate, I really appreciate the gear and your time. See you Wednesday then."

"Till then, Bob. Here's Tamara with the weights, do you want them in a bag?"

"No thanks mate. Tamara hang two on the shackle in Lynn's cunt and hang the other two from her nipple rings."

"Yes Sir" Tamara replied and she immediately obeyed by clipping two of the weights to Lynn's nipple rings and then dropped to her knees in front of the pony girl, unscrewed the shackle pin and slid it out to fit the extra two weights on it before re-securing the pin. Before she stood she leant forward and planted a big kiss on Lynn's sex.

"Beautiful, thank you Tamara."

"My pleasure Sir, anytime. She looks great with all the attachments, has she ever had that much weight hanging on her before?"

"No, she's had a few smaller weights, but never more than about 30 grams at time."

"I didn't think so Sir, she doesn't look very happy."

"She'll get used to it quickly enough, especially with them swinging around in the float on the way home."

"I'm sure she will Sir. Have a lovely afternoon and I look forward to seeing you on Wednesday, if you'll be here for the meeting and show."

"Bob, did I hear that right? Did you say you've got a float for her?" Adam asked.

"Of course! We still had it from when we had the girls' horses, so I restored it and modified it for Lynn. I'll just fix Mike up for the bill and I can show you the float when I load her into it."

"Geez, what a day!" Adam said to no one in particular as he watched the weights swinging between Lynn's thighs. "This just keeps getting better and better, I am having trouble believing what has happened. I mean what were the chances of us running into you and Lynn here on the first and only day that we've come here in our lives?"

"Well, actually they're not too bad at all. Lynn and I are here pretty often for one thing or another and sometimes just for the Wednesday shows and social events that Mike runs, so it's not at all unusual to find us here."

"Well, anyway even if it's not unusual for you it has been a pretty spectacular day for us. Not only have I seen my first real life human pony, but the cunt here has had its first taste of a public punishment and, to my knowledge its first taste of sex with more than one guy at a time. Am I right cunt?" Adam asked tearing his eyes from their focus on Lynn's weights to look directly at his ex.

Sharon nodded slowly in response as she too looked up from her inspection of Lynn's charms. Sharon was struggling to resolve the inner turmoil she felt at being so turned on by Lynn's outfit and performance, which seemed to be a re-enactment of Sharon's own fantasies, and at the same time feeling that no one deserved to debased and humiliated, regardless of how exciting it might be, the way Lynn had been at the hands of her husband.

Sharon was still deep in thought when she felt her hands being swept behind her once more and being clipped securely together again. "Ok cunt it's time for us to make tracks." She heard Adam say as he took her left arm and led her back towards the shop front, "lets go and have a look at Lynn's float on the way."

The car park was at the end of a private lane behind the workshop and backed onto a broad area of public but vacant land. There was little danger of anyone being on the public land, but if there was anyone there they would have seen Bob emerge from the shop front with his harnessed, but otherwise naked wife in tow at the end of the reins attached to her bridle, followed by Adam leading his ex wife from the same premises with her dress flowing back in the breeze on either side of her body revealing her beautiful quarter cup corset, matching posture collar and the fresh whip marks across her otherwise smooth, creamy breasts. The observers would have seen the two men stop behind a shiny, elaborately decorated, white horse float that at first glance and from the outside looked perfectly normal and unremarkable. Even a closer inspection would reveal to an unaccustomed eye nothing remarkable, yes, the float did have dark, almost impenetrably dark, windows where a normal horse float might have an open window. Yes, the tailgate did seem to be a little higher than usual, but it was still open at the top, and yes the float did look more like a caravan now than a horse float, but hey some people do spend a lot of money on their horses.

The observers, had they been there, might have seen one of the men open the tail gate of the float wide to reveal the interior of the float, which had the usual two stall configuration. They might not have seen the additional cargo tie down points attached to the side walls of the float, nor the straps hanging from the roof of the float, but they would have seen one of the men lead the woman in the harness into the float and had they been close enough they would have seen the man attach a pair of straps that were hanging from the roof of the float to the rings on the shoulders of the woman's harness. These would prevent her from falling during transportation and the same observers would also have seen him attach straps from the tie down points on the walls to the harness around her waist and tighten them off to further reduce the possibility of her being damaged in transit. They might even have seen him spread her feet wide apart and attach the straps from the tie down points in the floor of the float to her ankles with tight fitting leather cuffs, but they probably didn't see him attach the hooks of the rubber bungy straps to her nipple rings and stretch the straps to rings in the front wall of the float. And they might have only been able to guess at what he was doing to the woman that made the weights hanging between her legs swing the way they did when she came, but Adam and Sharon could see everything that happened as Bob secured his pony in its float until, that is, Adam slipped Sharon's sunglasses over her eyes again as he thanked Bob for everything and asked whether he had any plans for filling the second stall in the float.

"None at the moment mate, but if you have someone in mind I'm sure we can work something out, ha, ha, ha."

"I think there might be someone, mate. Yep, you know, I think there just might be someone. I need to head off though. See you tomorrow, 11ish."

"Cheers Adam, I am looking forward to it," Bob said closing and bolting the tailgate, "and thank you too. It's been a lot of fun."

The observers would have then seen the man walk from the float and climb into his four wheel drive and head off down the lane while the second man led the stylishly attired woman wearing the incredibly high posture collar and open dress to a small black sedan where he opened the door and then used her breasts as handles to lower her backwards into the passenger seat, before lifting her legs and turning her so that she sat comfortably in her seat before closing her door, climbing into the driver's seat and driving off.

"Well cunt that was some morning, I can't believe how well it all went. It was certainly much more than I had bargained for so if that's anything to go by I think we have a fantastic future ahead of us. He looked at her noting that she was deep in thought, but saw almost no hesitation before she nodded her agreement.

"You really looked like you got into it fully and enjoyed yourself, am I right, cunt?"

Another gentle nod with raised eyebrows, in just the way that she used to do whenever she had conceded that he was right and that she should have known it along and listened to him.

"Was that a nod, cunt? Let me see some enthusiasm, did you enjoy yourself?"

This time he saw he nod her head vigourously, "Yes Sir, damn you, I did enjoy myself."

"Good, but I don't think there was any need to speak, but while you have your mouth in action give me a number between 1 and 50."

Puzzled, but thinking to herself, this is going to be how many strokes I have just earned so I had better go low ball, she said "5".

"Excellent then you will get 45 strokes for speaking out of turn, that's 50 minus 5, thank you, what an excellent number!"

"And one more question since you've got your mouth in action, whose cock felt better in your mouth Mike's or Bob's?"

"They were both really exciting Sir, Bob's is a lot like yours nice and big and filling, but when Mike stuck his prick through my gag it made up for the fact that his is smaller. I felt much more helpless when Mike did it and, much as I hate to admit it Sir, that was really incredibly exciting so I think I liked it better through the gag, but I can't wait to see what it will be like to have you do it I through a bigger ring. I know that's going to be very scary, but very exciting."

"Hmmm, I wonder when we will get that new gag from Melanie, I'd better ask her tonight."

"Before you go silent again, tell me did you use your teeth on Bob?"

"No Sir, he made that up entirely."

"I thought so."

"Will you still let him whip me, even though I didn't do anything?"

"Of course, it has nothing to do with what you actually did, you silly cunt, it only has to do with what I want and I want him to whip you."

"Oh."

"So no more talking now cunt you've said enough now to justify the 45 strokes, you can nod and shake your head to answer from now on. OK?"

She nodded her agreement.

"Now, do you still want me to take you back after all that?"

Again she nodded, this enthusiastically.

"Then I think we are pretty close to a deal, but I am going to wait until tomorrow night to I make my final decision. We've got a lot to get through before then."

"Now as for the rest of today, after we finish at Full Rush, I'm going to take you home and let you rest for a couple of hours then I will pick you up again at 6:00 for dinner. With Melanie coming I want to be ready by 7:15 at the latest and you can certainly help me get there."




One Long Dream Ch. 07



"And as for your piercings I intend to give them some personal intensive care, lots of antiseptic and lots of rotations, at least every hour or two, and that way I think they will heal quickly. Anyway, I intend to give it my best shot, I don't want my most valuable asset out of action any longer than is absolutely necessary, ok?"

Sharon nodded again wondering where on earth they were and just how much longer the trip would take as she was feeling more and more vulnerable and exposed, not mention feeling more and more anxious about having even one such extreme piercing let alone all of those that Adam had said he wanted for her.

What she couldn't know of course was that Adam was driving her right through the city centre where he often had to slow to walking pace to let pedestrians cross in font of him. And what worried Sharon wasn't so much that people saw her, but rather that people could see her, if they looked hard enough. Still, even though Adam was driving slowly, she did have her red corset on that gave the casual observer the impression that she was dressed although it came nowhere near covering either her breasts or her sex. She knew that anyone who gave her a second glance could see that she was displaying all her charms to the maximum extent possible although it would have been difficult for anyone to actually recognise her even if they had lifted their gaze above her breasts to her face. The fact that she had sunglasses on wasn't remarkable, so an observer would have had to have been very sharp to spot any details that might give away who she was.

Just as they were pulling away from the city centre, the phone rang. "Hello, Adam speaking," he said as he hit the receive button on the blue tooth.

"Hi Adam, it's Melanie from the adult store this morning."

"Oh, hi Mel, what a pleasant surprise. The cunt was just saying how much she was looking forward to having me fuck her mouth through the bigger ring gag. Did you order it for her yet?"

"That was exactly why I rang, we have a local supplier who has one that I can pick up this afternoon on my way out to your place, which was the second reason that I was ringing: to say that I can make it tonight."

"That's wonderful, Mel, what a star!"

"Thanks Adam, and I also wanted to tell you - you're not at Full Rush yet are you?"

"No, we're still about 5 minutes away."

"Good, I just wanted to say that I took the liberty to ring Sam at full rush to tell her about your visit to my shop this morning and she said that she was really looking forward to your visit and was hoping that you would introduce the cunt formally, you know with a curtsy, to her and her hubby too. She said if you did she'd take you through to her special room for the appointment. I hope I did the right thing Adam."

"That's cool Mel, and yeah I will introduce the cunt formally to Sam and her hubby. What's the special room?"

"That's where she looks after all her genuine BDSM clients. It has a gynaecological kind of stirrup table with all kinds of tie down points to make it really interesting, but I give you fair warning both she and her hubby will probably want a bit of action."

"Really Mel, sounds cool. We're just pulling in front now, so I better get back to the task in hand. By the way how does 6.00 pm sound, you can help me supervise the cunt's dinner preparations if you like."

"Love to Adam. See you at 6 then, cheers."

"Bye Mel."



One Long Dream Ch. 08



There have been 7 earlier parts to this story and while I wanted to give readers some direction back to the earlier sections at the head of Ch 7, my lack of experience with Literotica meant that didn't appear.

Please read the earlier sections they are probably necessary to get the full sense of what is going on. In my next stories I will try to write each chapter to more of a standalone story.

In any event please enjoy and feel free to leave any constructive feedback, or suggestions in the comments field.

Adam and Sharon were on their way from Mike's Leather to Full Rush body piercing. On the way, they got an interesting call from Melanie their host at the adult shop earlier in the morning.

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Shortly after he hung up, he pulled up in front of the address right on time for their appointment. The appearance of the premises surprised him. It was just a suburban house with no indication that it was a business at all. In what was becoming a well practised routine, Adam slipped out of the car, walked to the passenger side and opened the door for his ex, grabbed her left leg and lifted it out of the car as she swung her right around to meet it and then he hauled her from the car using her tits as handles again.

When she was on her feet he unclipped her hands, removed her sunglasses and said "OK cunt hold your dress together in front of you and be prepared to curtsey to Sam and then her husband. After each curtsey you will remain on your knees with your dress held right back on both sides until you're told to move, understand?"

Sharon nodded nervously as Adam locked the car and pulled her to the front door.

Adam had Sharon ring the doorbell and in a little while they were greeted by a very attractive woman, a couple of years younger than Sharon, who introduced herself by saying "Hi, I am Sam, you must be Adam."

"G'day Sam, you're right I am Adam. Melanie just told us she called this morning and that you were expecting us. I'd like you to meet cunt, my ex wife and new slave. cunt say hello to Sam in your most polite way."

For the third time that day, Sharon dropped to her left knee on the door step, sweeping her dress wide open behind her to expose herself fully to the gorgeous brunette standing in front of her.

"Wow! Thank you Adam, Mel said it was quite a rush to be curtsied to, but I never expected it to be such a pleasure. I assume that her call last night was your idea then?"

"Yeah, you're right it was."

"Welcome to Full Rush: come on in."

"Thanks, do you mind if I keep the cunt on its knees?"

"No, of course not. It is only proper that she crawls if that is your wish."

"Thanks." With that Adam took a handful of his ex-wife's hair and used it to pull her through the door into the office.

"Now Adam," Sam said, "the cunt asked for an awful last night, was that entirely her idea or yours. Has she agreed?"

"The cunt signed an agreement that lets me do whatever I want with it for 72 hours and then it extended the agreement for a further 72 hours, so we have 5 days of the agreement left and it has given me the right to extend the agreement unilaterally for as long as I like."

"Fantastic, do you have the agreement with you?"

"It's in the car, do you want to see it?"

"If I may, please. We will still require her signature on the service agreement, but I sense that will be just a formality."

"Sure, I'll slip out and get it."

"Thanks."

With that Adam slipped out through the front door. When was he gone Sam said, "Get up cunt and cover yourself for a moment, I want to introduce you to my husband."

Sharon stood and brought the dress together and began buttoning it in front of her.

"No cunt, don't button it just hold it for now!"

Sharon undid the button that she had already fastened and held the dress together under her breasts as Sam called out "Wayne, the couple that Melanie called about this morning is here and I think you're really going to like it."

Twenty seconds later a very well built man in black jeans, a tight white tee shirt and black leather vest appeared and immediately broke into a beaming smile.

"So this is the woman who has become her ex's slave to turn him on, eh?"

"You got it Sir, and watch this, you're gonna love it." 

"cunt, I want you to meet my husband Wayne. Wayne this is cunt."

With that Sharon once more swept gracefully down into a curtsey that left her head inches from Wayne's groin as Adam came back in through the door.

"Well cunt I see that you have met everyone. You must be Wayne." Adam moved to stand right up close behind Sharon so that he pushed her face into Wayne's groin as he held his hand out to shake his host's hand.

"That's right, Adam, and welcome to Full Rush."

"Thanks Wayne."

"The pleasure is all mine and if she keeps her head against me like this then the pleasure will really be all mine, I can assure you. Now do you mind if I do keep her head where it is while we get down to business."

"Sure."

"Ok, now Sam told me that the cunt—you really call her that?" he asked. Adam simply nodded and said "That's what it is as far as I'm concerned so that's what I call it."

"Got it, anyway Sam told me that she asked for a pair of heavier gauge nipple rings, a set of three rings of the same gauge in each labia and a nice heavy ring through her clit hood, is that right?"

"That's right, that's what it asked for when it rang last night."

"Is that still what she wants?"

"Well, it doesn't really matter now what the cunt wants. As I explained to Sam, the cunt has given me complete control of it, and I have had a few more ideas since it rang last night."

"Really, and does she know what you have in mind and does she agree?"

"No, it doesn't know and its agreement is irrelevant as I said. Here is the agreement that it signed giving me complete control of it for the next 5 days," Adam said handing the agreement over to Wayne who read it carefully.

"Well that is very clear. Let's have a closer look at the job then! Can we get rid of the dress Adam?"

"Absolutely! Stand up cunt and put the dress on the coat stand over there by the door."

Sharon stood, stripped leaving her looking incredibly sexy in her bondage gear, corset, stockings and heels, and took the dress and hung it on the coat stand then came back to stand beside Adam in front of Wayne and Sam.

"Hmmm, lovely creamy pale skin, I like that" Wayne said, "and judging by those nice crisp lines across her tits, looks like you've been having fun with her already."

"Yeah, after we left Melanie this morning we went to Mike the whip maker out at Mike's Pony Supplies in Fyshwick to get some tools. I think it must be a common thing, but he was generous enough to demonstrate each of the tools and show me how to use them. Then we met some friends there we haven't seen for years, so it was a really interesting morning and a lot of fun."

"The cunt looks good in stripes doesn't she, Sam?" Wayne said.

"She does, Sir, she does."

"Reminds me that it has been a while since I striped your tits for you, you'd better remind me to take care of that as soon as we send these good folk on their way."

"Yes Sir, would you like me to suggest an implement and a number too Sir?"

"No, I'll use the stock whip and we'll start with 30 strokes, evenly spread across your charms."

"As you wish, Sir." Sam said dismay clearly visible on her face.

"Ok, Adam I need a better look at the raw material, can we have the cunt sitting on the edge of the reception desk here leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread wide?"

"You heard the man cunt, snap to it!"

Sharon moved reluctantly, but obediently into position on the table so that Wayne could get a better look at the raw materials he had to deal with.

First, he examined her nipples taking each into his hands, in turn, and feeling them between his fingers.

"Great nipples, Adam," Wayne said twisting them firmly, "they will take a nice heavy gauge without looking at all out of proportion. Sam get the ring samples. We normally only use a 16 or 14 gauge to start with, but I think we could get away with a 10 gauge through these gorgeous things easily," Adam continued, as he rolled Sharon's nipples roughly between his fingers, stretching them in process. "Show Adam the 10 gauge, Sam. In the titanium!"

"Here, Adam," Sam said holding a small case of gleaming metallic rings, these are our 10 gauge titanium rings, as you can see 10 gauge is about 2.5 mm in diameter and is probably the largest size for an initial piercing, but we have done a couple of 8 gauge nipple piercings first up, haven't we Sir?" She asked her husband.

"That's right, but it really can be a painful experience to use that gauge straight up."

"The pain isn't a problem. Do you use a local anaesthetic?" Adam asked.

"We can," Wayne explained, "but there are a lot of people who prefer to experience the piercing naturally, and there are some, especially couples like you, that incorporate the piercing into their BDSM play and for that we have a special room with a gynaecological table modified with tie down points to restrain the person getting the piercings."

"Melanie told us that you had a special room that we might be able to use. That sounds like just the thing."

"So did you want to use the local or just the restraints?" Wayne asked.

"Just the restraints and can we try the 8 gauge?" Adam asked looking Sharon in the eye and seeing the old defiance glaring back at him.

"Ok, the 8 gauge it is." Wayne said still rolling and tugging Sharon's nipples firmly. "They'll look spectacular in these nipples."

Then Adam, maintaining eye contact with his ex, said "I was thinking that the nipples might just be big enough to have the ring set right back so that you could fit a barbell of the same gauge in front of it."

"Hmmm, you know that would work easily: these little beauties are easily big enough to accommodate both. So an 8 gauge ring and 8 gauge barbell in each, eh? Ok, done and," Wayne said pausing briefly as he let go of Sharon's nipples and pushed her legs wider apart, "you wanted the clit hood and labia done as well."

Wayne now stood between Sharon's legs with his elbows pushing her thighs out so that he had both hands free to examine her sex. He began by circling one finger around her clitoris until it poked its head out from its hood while he slid the fingers of his other hand up and down her slit, separating the fleshy petals of her silky labia, teasing them so they opened, liked a flower in the morning sun, revealing the wetness of her sex.

"Just look at this lovely little pussy Sam, it is all beautifully wet and open just begging for attention. Isn't it just delightful to behold and won't it look so sexy with some lovely rings framing it."

"It does look super nice Sir, in fact it looks really yummy."

"Perhaps if you ask Adam nicely enough he might just let you enjoy a little taste later. She loves eating pussy Adam, she really does, so if you'd like a little show later, I'm sure you'll enjoy it, not that we should get too intimate with our clients, you know, but when they are as special and as open as you guys have been then—"

"Wayne I'd love to see Sam in action, perhaps she can keep the cunt distracted while we pierce the nipples?"

"Just what I was thinking, and by the way we don't treat many of our clients like this, normally we are much more formal, but Melanie said you guys were likely to be cool with whatever we do, so I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Fuck no, this is just what I had imagined for the cunt's piercing day."

"Good," Wayne replied, so you wanted 3 rings in each outer labia and one in her clit hood, is that right?"

"That's right, but I've done a bit more research and was wondering about a triangle piercing so that when the clit is hard it emerges through the ring and so that when I use the ring for a leash it stimulates the clit. Can you do a triangle piercing, I know not every piercer can."

"I don't normally do them, but Sam can and is good at it."

"Great, then we will go for the triangle and do you think there is enough space for 4 of the 8 gauge rings in each of the outer cunt lips?"

Wayne bent down to examine the wide open sex in front of him carefully by pulling each lip out in turn and holding it between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, saying "You're really a very lucky man, the cunt has nice big nipples and deliciously ample cunt lips. They'll easily take four of the 8 gauge don't you think Sam?"

"Easily, Sir, no question. You could add a couple of rings to the inner lips too if you wanted."

"You're right Sam." Wayne said and then to Adam he said, "Had you thought of that Adam a nice combination would be three in each outer and one in each inner, gives you a lot of flexibility."

"Sounds good Wayne, I'll go with your advice on that."

"Great then we will go for three in each outer and one in each inner lip. Why don't we get started?"

"You're happy with the titanium 8 gauge then?"

"Absolutely,"

"And you'll be happy without the local?"

"Yep, it won't worry me as long as the restraints are tight."

"Excellent," Wayne said standing back from the table, "but I should let you know that while Sam quoted $80 for each piercing last night on the phone, that was for the 10 gauge the 8s are an extra 12 bucks per ring is that still ok?"

"Yeah that should be fine," Adam replied with little thought except that it would cost him an extra $156 overall.

"Well then," Wayne said, "let's get cracking. You might want to check to see if the cunt needs a pee break before we start, if she does the toilet is the first on the left down the hall. Our room today is the next door on the left past the toilet, I'll give you a little time so that you can get the cunt on the table and ready for us. Since we're not using the local you might want to make sure that she can't move at all: the fittings are completely adjustable and have restrained much smaller creatures than your cunt, so you can make sure they are a firm fit, they won't do her any harm. There is a bell there that you can ring when you're happy that she can't move. Sam can get you a drink if you like, beer, red, white or champers on the house naturally and then she can help get the cunt set up too if you like."

"Thanks, I'd love a champers." Adam told Sam and then turning to Wayne, he asked "Will the cunt need to strip completely, or is the corset and stuff alright?"

Wayne looked Sharon over and said, "She will be fine dressed the way she is Adam, everything we need to get at is accessible."

And Sam said, "I'll bring the champers to you in the clinic Adam."

"Thanks."

Turning to his ex who was still sprawled across the table in the reception area, Adam looked her in the eye, noting that the defiance was still there despite her obvious arousal at the hands of Wayne, then took her by the nipples and hauled her to her feet, saying "It's a pity you know, I may not be able to do that again for a while until your tits heal. Now do you need a pee? This might take a while."

Sharon nodded, realising it was as much out of nervousness and fear as out of pure necessity and ruing the agreement that she had signed, but aware that if she backed out then there would be no hope of Adam taking her back. Besides, she thought, piercings heal over if you take the rings out, so it was really only a temporary thing anyway, not like tattoos.

Adam accompanied her to the toilet and stood holding the door open as she peed, much to her humiliation. When she finished he once again hauled her to her feet by her nipples and used a face cloth and warm water to wash her sex for her. "Can't have you having your cunt lips covered in piss when Sam goes down on you can we?"

"In fact," he told her as they entered the piercing room, "I think we will have to stop off at the supermarket to get a nice douche so you are lovely and sweet for Melanie tonight too."

They both stopped just inside the door of the assigned room to take in the sight before them, which was dominated by the table with its stirrups and straps for positioning the person being pierced. Even a male could be securely restrained in the stirrups so that any movement of the limbs was impossible. There were even straps at the head of the table to prevent the person's head from moving.

The sight of the table and the piercing instruments on the table by the wall scared the shit out of Sharon, who immediately baulked and took a step backwards but Adam who was expecting such a move had a firm hold of her nipple and Sam, who had just arrived with the bottle of champagne, simply pushed Sharon further into the room.

"Where do you think you are going cunt?" Adam said pulling her to the table, "Get your arse up on the table now!"

The brief flare of defiance was real enough, but Adam with Sam's to help was too strong and remembering that it was her fault that she was where she was anyway, Sharon submitted and climbed tearfully onto the table.

"Good, now feet in the stirrups cunt. Can you help me please Sam?"

"Oh, with pleasure Adam, with pleasure."

As soon as her feet were in the stirrups she felt two straps being tightened around her ankles, so that no matter what she did she could not have removed them. Her arms were swept away from her body, by Sam on one side and by Adam on the other, before being strapped firmly down the legs of the table. Two large straps were passed over her body, one just below her breasts and the other over her hips, and tightened down so that she could not move her body at all and lastly her thighs were strapped tightly to the frame of the table so that she could not close them even a fraction of an inch.

"Well done, Adam," Sam congratulated him as she poured a flute of Moet for her client, "she looks great, and here's your champagne."

"Thanks Sam and thanks for you help."

"It was my pleasure Adam, it isn't the first time that I've helped get another woman onto the table. We may have a couple of minutes so I was wondering whether I could entertain her while we wait for Wayne to come in?"

"Go for it Sam, nobody else is using it just now."

"Thank you, Sir, thank you. And when you're ready the bell is there by the door." With that Sam was already kneeling between Sharon's widely spread thighs, her fingers spreading the well-lubricated lips of the restrained woman.

"Let's get started then," Adam said ringing the bell for Wayne, "I don't see any need to delay any longer can you Sam?"

Sam, shook her head with a muffled "Uhhh ahhh!" as she ran her tongue deep into the now syrupy slit that once again visibly betrayed Sharon's state to anyone who cared to look.

It took Wayne a couple of minutes to return to the room. In the meantime, Adam was idly playing with Sharon's right nipple, twisting it this way and that; pulling and tugging it rhythmically, adding to Sharon's arousal, as he examined the instruments and jewellery that were laid out on the little preparation tray next to Sharon.

Wayne stepped purposefully into the room, and immediately washed his hands before pulling on a pair of sterile gloves, "Let's get into it then, shall we?"

Adam agreed wholeheartedly with Wayne's suggestion.

"Sam said you wanted to do some of the job yourself, is that right Adam?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, I mean the cunt came to me and insisted, and then agreed formally as you have seen, that I could do whatever I want with it, so as I said, I want to have it pierced in keeping with my wishes and our agreement. I would love to do it all myself, but I have never done anything like this before so I thought if you could do one or two to show me then I could do the rest."

"No problem, Adam, so how about I do the nipple rings on both sides so you can see how it's done and then you can do the second nipple piercing with the barbells and then you could do the cunt rings, because they will be essentially the same. But I will need Sam to do the triangular job on the cunt's clit."




One Long Dream Ch. 08



"Cool!" Adam said, "Let's do it! But I would also like you to do the first cunt ring on each side if that's OK with you."

"Love to Adam, they're my favourite: I just love getting a cunt nice and relaxed so that the lips just fall open. I know you'll love it too. But let's get these nips done. I haven't see many that are as long and hard as these. They're just begging for those rings and barbells - great choice Adam."

Wayne had already picked up a swab and was washing Sharon's right breast with an antiseptic fluid. "It is important to ensure the area of the piercing is clean and that you have sterile gloves on and use sterile needles. We use an autoclave like the ones you may have seen at the doctors to sterilise the needles and we use pure alcohol to clean the area." With the area clean, Wayne marked two small dots on the outside of Sharon's nipples with a marker pen and another two on the inside of each. "These are our aiming points Adam, we start by going through the outer dots and push through the inner dots, it makes sure that the rings and barbells are not skewiff.

"Then it's simply a matter of selecting an appropriate needle and for today that's the 8 gauge. Luckily we have just enough sterilised to get us through without having to sterilise them between uses."

"Now," he said attaching a surgical clamp to each of Sharon's nipples hard enough to cause her to stifle a gasp of pain, we clamp the nipples like this so that you can hold them still. Could you hold the right one for me please Adam, otherwise I'll have to interrupt Sam to help me. By the way isn't she doing a wonderful job on the cunt's muff?"

Without waiting for an answer Wayne went on to say, "You do need to stretch the nipple firmly and hold the clamp still."

"Like this, Wayne?" Adam asked as he stretched the nipple away from Sharon's chest evincing a strong but muffled groan from the firmly closed mouth of his ex-wife.

"Perfect, thanks Adam." Wayne told his client. "Not everyone does it this way, but I think it produces better and more consistent results. Then you fit the ring or the barbell to the needle like this, line it up," and as he said this Wayne put the point of the needle firmly against the outside of Sharon's right nipple, almost at the base, just in front of where it joins the breast itself and placed a cork on the other side of the nipple, "then you push the needle in with a slight turning motion like this," he continued as he pushed the needle through the nipple and set the ring in place.

The pain caught Sharon by surprise, she had been expecting a pinprick, but this was definitely more than a pinprick and a very audible "Aaaahhhhhhhh, my godddddddd" escaped her lips. If it hadn't been for Sam's tongue work on her slit, Sharon would probably have let out a full on scream.

Wayne ignored Sharon's cries completely and told Adam, "the push needs to be very firm. With this size piercing it will hurt the piercee, but that can't be helped if you want to decorate her. I don't mind the noise at all now, in fact I quite like it, it gets me going every time, but if it bothers you we do have some gags you could use."

"Right, thanks Wayne I think I have got it, but I would like to see it once more before I give it a go." Adam said seriously as he concentrated on Wayne's instruction, "and don't bother with the gag; I quite like the noise too. At least we know that we are having an impact on the cunt and that's one of the objectives."

"Good, let's see if she makes as much noise on the left then," Wayne said moving to Sharon's left side before taking hold of her clamped nipple and pulling it firmly away from her chest, leaving the clamp in place on her right nipple. "Could you hold the clamp again please Adam?"

"With pleasure," came the immediate reply and as soon as the clamp was in Adam's hand Wayne had the needle against Sharon's left nipple, the cork in position and began pushing the needle through the nipple and in no time had the ring in place and fitted.

Sharon had a little more time to prepare for this piercing and even so she let out another "Aaaaaahhhhhhooooooowwwww" but quieter this time even though Sam continued to treat her to the most intense oral stimulation that Sharon had ever experienced.

With the second ring in place, Wayne picked up a new needle and the first barbell handed them to Adam and said "Your turn mate!"

"Thanks," Adam said and then he said "Sam can you stop for a moment please." Sam raised her head with a quizzical look on her face as Adam clarified "It's OK Sam, I just want the cunt's full attention on me for a moment."

"Now cunt, look at me!" he said placing the needle against the outside of her right nipple and the cork against the inside while Wayne held the clamped nipple out. "Sam could you scoot around and hold the cunt's head so that it is looking at me please?"

"Of course," Sam said getting into position and taking hold of Sharon's head, lifting it slightly and turning it so that she had no choice but to look at Adam, "How's this?"

"Perfect thanks, Sam." Then Adam looked straight into his ex-wife's eyes "Once again I want to thank you, cunt, for giving me the opportunity of owning the cunt completely. This piercing is simply to mark the fact that I take my ownership of you very seriously. I want you to know that it gives me incredibly great pleasure to exercise my ownership by driving this needle through my cunt's magnificent nipple." With that he focussed on the task in hand and pushed the needle slowly and carefully, but neatly through the stretched nipple making sure he joined the dots on either side. Sharon positively glared at her ex determined not to give him the satisfaction of making her cry out again, but she couldn't take it and her resistance failed her as she let out a muffled groan followed by an equally muffled "Damn you, you bastard!"

"Thanks Sam," Adam said that was just perfect, "you can get back to work on the cunt now so that it's nice and wet and open for when we get to it in a few minutes."

"Yes, Sir, with pleasure" Sam replied slipping back into he position between Sharon's widely spread thighs.

"And as for you, cunt, that outburst will be punished as soon as we get home. Ready for the left Wayne?" Adam asked lining the needle and cork up for his second ever piecing.

"Yep, go for it mate."

This time there was no warning and Adam simply pushed the needle through his ex-wife's nipple as soon as he had the needle in position.

Again, Sharon stifled a cry at the sharp pain.

"You know Wayne, I wanted the cunt to have its nipples pierced twenty years ago, but I felt I couldn't insist, so to do it now, personally, feels just so rewarding that I wish its nipples were long enough to take three piercings. Still back then I didn't even think of piercing its cunt lips, that's going to be so cool."

"Well let's do it. How's the cunt doing Sam?" Wayne asked.

"I think its ready, Sir, but you might like to check for yourself." Sam said slipping under the table and turning so that her face was immediately below the gaping wet hole that was Sharon's cunt.

"Look at that Adam," Wayne said, now standing just inches away from the glistening sex of his client and the slightly open mouth of his own wife. Isn't that just perfect! What man could ask for more? And that cunt certainly looks very inviting, I really wouldn't object if the cunt asked me to fill it for it."

"Looks that good, hey Wayne?" Adam asked.

"Sure does, Mate!"

"Well then, cunt, sounds like you'd better ask Wayne to fill that gaping hole of yours."

Sharon, who had been on the brink of coming with all of Sam's attention, had barely kept up with the men's conversation, knew only that she did want her hole filled and almost without thinking she said. "Wayne, would you fill my... my... cunt please."

"Cunt," Wayne said dropping his trousers to the floor and slipping his cock between the open lips of his wife's mouth, "nothing will give me greater pleasure just now, Sam is just giving my cock a little lube job, aren't you Sam?"

Sam with her mouth fully plumbed by Wayne's erect cock could only nod around it as he slipped it in and out of her mouth a few times. "There we go, it's nice and slippery now, thanks to Sam," Wayne told the little group as he pulled his cock out of his wife's mouth and pushed it between the lips of Sharon's sex.

"Stay where you are Sam, you'll need to clean me and the cunt up when I'm finished." Once again Sam nodded as she saw her husband slide his entire length into the gaping cunt just above her eyes.

"Oh, fuck, yes" Sharon cried forgetting her place momentarily as she felt Wayne fill her completely.

Wayne was not going to let her die wondering and with his thumb circling the protruding head of her clit he began slamming the full length of his cock into her on every powerful stroke driving Sharon to a huge orgasm just as he, grabbing her hips, pushed his cock hard against her cervix exploded into her.

"Fuck, it's good Adam, I haven't cum like that in an age and look at it! It's still coming!" Wayne said as he withdrew his cum covered cock from the captive woman and pressed it to his wife's lips telling her "There you go Sam clean up time."

Adam had been gently stroking and caressing his ex wife's face and head with the head of his own cock, totally lost in wonder at the delicious change in his life and thinking of how much further he would take his new found toy when he realised that Wayne had finished with Sharon.

"Pleased you enjoyed it, Wayne and judging by the cunt's reaction she enjoyed it too!"

Wayne slid the full length of his cock into his wife's open mouth as he listened to Adam. Sam, knowing what her husband expected, simply kept her mouth open to allow him to wipe the cum from his cock on her lips and tongue. When Wayne finally withdrew his cock from his wife's mouth he wiped it dry in her hair, and then pulled his trousers back on saying "Thanks, Sam. Now clean up the cunt so that we can get back to work on it, there's a good girl!"

To Adam's amazement the brunette spun on her knees and literally dived at Sharon's cunt and began slurping and sucking the well mixed cocktail of male and female cum from her gaping hole. Even more amazing to Adam was Sharon's almost instantaneous orgasm in response.

"Hmmmm like that do you cunt?" Adam asked his ex wife as he continued stroking her face gently.

Sharon remembering what happened last time she actually said anything nodded vigorously in reply but kept her mouth firmly shut.

"I thought so," Adam said "but we're here for a reason and Sam is going to have to stop what she's doing so we can get on with the job."

Sam, hearing Adam, took her cue, stood up between her clients thighs, kissed the gaping cunt in front of her for a last time and got the alcohol and swab. She slipped on a pair of surgical gloves and then splashed the cold fluid freely all over Sharon's sex and used the sterile swab to dry the liquid off again.

At last, thought Adam, we're finally getting down to it.

When she had finished drying Sharon's sex completely, Sam turned to Wayne and said, "There you go Sir, she's all set to go." To which Wayne simply said then here is the needle and ring for the triangle Sam."

"Sorry Sir, I forgot that I was supposed to do that," Sam said taking the needle and ring and squatting between Sharon's legs and propping her elbows on the captive woman's thighs for support.

With her left hand, Sam gently rubbed Sharon's clitoris and soon had the head of it standing clear of its hood, which meant that she was able to see exactly where and how to insert the needle to achieve the effect Adam wanted. As soon as she had the right line Sam pushed the needle through the fleshy hood under the head of Sharon's clit causing the bound woman to cry out sharply with the pain. Fortunately for Sharon, the pain was relatively short lived and while it stung for a while she didn't suffer too long, certainly by the time the ring was in place the pain had reduced to just a slight sting.

"There you go Sharon," Sam said standing and moving away from the table, "you now have a perfect triangle piercing, we've just got a few rings to put in your cunt lips and you'll have a beautifully ringed cunt. Whose next Sir?"

"That'll be me Sam," Wayne said picking up a fresh sterile needle and new ring and moving to take the place Sam had just vacated. "Ok Adam, the pussy lips are pretty easy and done pretty much the same way as we did the nipples. Hold the labia out, needle on one side and cork on the other using the marks I made earlier to guide us and push through like this."

Sharon had felt the point of the needle push against her lip and was ready for the push through, but still found it incredibly painful and while she was able to keep from making any noise it was a struggle.

"The rest are just like the first one so we can just keep doing them one after the other," Wayne told Adam as he pushed the second needle through the tender labia of his captive client. With the second ring firmly in place Wayne stepped back and invited Adam to complete the job.

"You'll notice that the two rings I've put in are actually in her inner lips and the rest of the marks are in the outer lips Adam. I've done that to give you a bit more flexibility with adding attachments like weights and chains, etc. Don't worry I think you will like it once you've played with them a bit."

"I'm sure it will be fine Wayne. Actually, come to think of it, it's what I meant to ask for. My inspiration for the eight rings was the Luvbight chick on the web. She has three rings in each of her outer lips and another one in each of her inner lips. Looks fantastic."

With surgical gloves on and a new needle and ring Adam stepped into the space between the widely spread thighs of his ex and immediately took hold of her right outer lip, found the top mark, lined up the cork and needle and pushed. "Next needle please Sam"

"Here you go Sir", she said handing him the needle and ring ready to go.

Adam immediately lined up the second needle at the top mark of her left labia and drove it through in what was now a single practiced move. Sharon was now able to handle the pain of each piercing with just a sharp intake of breath and a very quiet "ssssss".

"Perfect Sir," Sam told him and handed him another needle saying, "here's the next one."

"Thanks Sam," Adam replied, "this is fun! Shame there's only four more to go though."

"I understand, Sir, but there's only so much space on a woman's pussy for rings."

"I know, Sam, just joking," Adam said as he pushed the third needle through Sharon's right outer lip. "Still I can enjoy the few I have left."

And he did, with each new piercing his smile grew larger along with his erection so that by the time he had driven the last needle through the fleshy lips of his ex wife's cunt and set the last ring in place, his erection was becoming decidedly uncomfortable.

But there was still work to be done as Adam asked Sam and Wayne for a word with him outside in the corridor. Sam and Wayne stepped out and Adam followed them closing the door behind him before he said in a hushed voice, "Guys, can you do the cunt's tongue for me please. She knows nothing about this, it's my little surprise for her, but in my agreement with her, as you saw, she has given me total authority to do whatever I want to her without any repercussions."

"Well, Adam," Wayne said, "that is certainly true if I read the agreement the right way. Is that what you read Sam?"

"Sure is Wayne. She did give Adam complete control, so I would be perfectly comfortable doing the cunt's tongue for him, how 'bout you Wayne."

"I agree Sam. So what did you have in mind Adam?"

"Well, I want to see if we can get three studs or barbells in her tongue, it seems long enough to accommodate three."

"Ok, look Adam that will make this the biggest job we have ever done on one person at one time so let me offer you a bonus. There isn't much left to pierce, but I would like to offer you a free nose ring to thank you for the commission. It's not much, but it's something at least. As well as a titanium ring of the same gauge as the nipple and pussy rings I'll include a clear, unbreakable barbell for more public occasions if you like."

"Like Wayne? I love it! I accept. Do you have a way of restraining her head in case she tries to refuse?"

"Of course, we have Adam," Wayne explained, "didn't you see the straps at the head of the table? We often have clients who don't trust themselves to stay still and want us to restrain them for tongue jobs. We even have a neat way to force a client to open their mouth and once its open we use a Whitehead Gag to keep the mouth open. Then we use special forceps and a frame to hold the tongue out so that we can use both hands to do the piercing. I am afraid Sam and I will need to do these personally though Adam, this is no job for an amateur."

"I understand completely Wayne, so do you see any problems?"

"None at all Adam, we will go back in there and as long as you can ensure that the cunt is looking straight up at the ceiling, Sam can go to the head of the table and whip the straps into place over the cunt's head. You'll see that it is really quick and easy to fix her head in place. Then it's just a matter of making her open her mouth and the rest will be history. By the way do you want to know how much this will cost?"

"Yeah, I am going to get you to do it anyway but you'd better tell me how much."

"Ok, look Adam since you've been such a good customer already, we will do these at cost, so let's say another $150 for the three tongue piercings plus the barbells and we'll do the nose and throw in the two rings for nix."

"Sounds fair, Wayne. Let's do it. Just give me a couple of minutes with her alone first please mate." Adam said as Wayne opened the door to the room where Adam's ex lay dozing resplendent in her corset and otherwise all but naked, spread wide and strapped to the piercing table, sleepily contemplating her new life as a slave and mobile jewellery display.

Adam entered the room alone and closed the door behind him. Revelling in the sight of his newly acquired and firmly bound toy and keen to see just how she would react to the next phase of her submission. He moved to the side of the table, leant over and took her head gently in his hands and lifted it just above the table. He lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her awake. Using his tongue to slowly coax her lips apart he thrust his tongue forcefully deep into her mouth. The sudden aggressive turn of the kiss took Sharon completely by surprise, but only for a moment as she began to respond in kind relieved that Adam felt deeply enough about her to kiss her so passionately.

For Adam it was an opportunity to explore his ex-wife's mouth free of studs for the last time and for her it confirmed the correctness of her decision to ask him to take her back. Her total attention was on enjoying the unbelievably erotic intertwining of their tongues. 

Even while Sharon was revelling in the kiss, Adam held her head up with one hand and used the other to pull a blindfold, the same airline sleep mask he had taken off her that morning, from his pocket and breaking off the kiss slip it over her eyes, fitting the elastic in place over her head.

"cunt, you are making me so very happy, giving me so very much," he said lowering her head to the table again, "thank you so much." With that he kissed her again for a long moment so lovingly she relaxed despite the unexpectedness of the blindfold.

Leaving her momentarily, he opened the door and silently invited the others back into the room. Moving back to the table to kiss her once more, he gestured to Sam to secure Sharon's head to the table. 




One Long Dream Ch. 08



Sam moved to the head of the table took both ends of the head strap and calmly clipped them together just above the Sharon's head and then, with practised precision, she tightened the straps quickly and firmly securing the bound woman's head to the table. 

"There you go Adam," Sam said, "she's ready for the next stage now." 

Adam took his time breaking off the kiss enjoying the sudden change of reaction that he felt as Sharon tried without any chance of success to escape the head strap.

"What the fuck! What are you doing?" Sharon cried as soon as Adam's lips left hers, "What's happening?"

"Oh, cunt you don't need to know what's happening, you just need to go with the flow, whatever that is." Adam said, "It's all under my control now and there is nothing you can do, so there is nothing for you to worry about at all. And remember, under our agreement I can do anything that I want to you and with you at your own very firm insistence, so my gorgeous little painslut that is exactly what I am doing. And of course you know your little outburst will cost you another 20 strokes when we get home."

While Adam spoke, Sam had picked up the Whitehead gag and was holding it over Sharon's face indicating that she was ready to go.

"Now, my precious cunt I want you to open your mouth wide for me."

Slowly, reluctantly, Sharon opened her mouth and as soon as it was open sufficiently Wayne took hold of her chin and nose preventing her from closing her mouth again too quickly and Sam slipped the gag, modified with a soft silicon coating over the centre sections to protect the wearer's teeth, into place. With the gag in place, Wayne slowly allowed Sharon's mouth to close on the arms of the gag, which Sam gradually ratcheted open.

Sharon struggled against the head strap and the gag with a muffled "Ugghh ,ahhhh, ahhh," while her tormentors simply waited for her to calm down, which she eventually did when she finally realised that there was not going to be any escape.

Once again, Adam leant down over her and this time kissed her cheek telling her, "Do you know how fucking wonderful you look now, my gorgeous little cunt? Do you know how easily I could climb on the table right now and fuck that beautiful face of yours?"

"Ugggh, gahhhh, gahhhhh." And an attempted shake of her head was her only response.

"I am sorry," Adam told her, "I couldn't understand a word of that, cunt, I hope you were trying to tell that you love the gag and that you want me to get one for use at home, because if you, were then I agree." 

While Adam was saying this to Sharon, Sam picked up a small metal frame and fitted it to the sides of the Whitehead gag. The frame extended about six inches from the gag and provided a fixing point for the clamping forceps that she used to take hold of Sharon's tongue and pull it out of her mouth. With the forceps attached to the frame, Sharon's tongue was fully extended, leaving both of Sam's hand free to assess where the tongue could be pierced.

Sharon, who knew now that she was going to get her tongue pierced, something that she could not have conceived of in her wildest dreams and fantasies, began to struggle and sob uncontrollably but without reducing her vulnerability in the slightest. Sam ignored her and spoke to Adam, "I am sorry Adam, I know you wanted three studs, but we are just not going to get three in the tongue now. I can get two in, but the cunt seems to be slightly tongue tied physically. That could be corrected surgically some time, but it right now it means that there is really only room for two."

"Ok, Sam then we go with two." Adam told her, removing the blindfold. "I hope you guys don't mind me removing this," he added holding the blindfold over his sobbing ex, but the cunt is crying so nicely that I wanted to watch her tears roll down her cheeks rather than soak the blindfold."

"That's fine by us Adam," Wayne said, "And naturally since it is now only two studs the price will be just $100 instead of the $150 for the three. Everything else is as we agreed."

"Thanks Wayne," Adam replied, "Let's do it then, Sam"

Almost immediately, Sam who had already set herself up, pushed the needle through Sharon's tongue for the first time causing her victim to begin a fresh burst of ineffective struggling.

"Cunt," Adam said stroking Sharon's cheek, it is just so beautiful to watch your pain, your beautiful tears and your fruitless struggle. I never thought that I would enjoy seeing you so helpless like this. I am sorry, though, I can't sit here stroking your face any longer though, I need to stroke something much more pleasurable with a different part of me. Wait a minute Sam, please."

With that Adam stood and moved to stand between Sharon's spread thighs, unzipped his trousers and let them and his jocks fall to the floor and directed his erection between the newly pierced and well lubricated lips of Sharon's sex and pushed slowly into her fully.

"Ok Sam, anytime now, I just wanted to feel how the cunt reacts as the needle goes through each time."

"That's fine, Adam," Sam told him, "I understand completely, Wayne did the same to me when I had my second stud put in, didn't you Wayne?"

"Yeah," her husband replied, "loved the sense of power and control it gave me."

"Ready Adam?" Sam asked. He thrust completely into Sharon, now finally fully appreciating what it really meant to have a fucktoy and painslut and nodded to Sam.

"That's one done." Sam said preparing for the second piercing.

"Oh, guys," Adam said to no one in particular while revelling in the delicious, uncontrolled movements of Sharon's agonised body, "that is so fucking good. I just love it."

"Well, here's the second Adam," Sam said, "Enjoy!"

Once again, Adam thrust completely into Sharon, feeling as though he was touching the core of her being, as she responded sharply to the pain and his simultaneous invasion, this time with a distinct contraction around his cock and deep shudder of release even as her tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Nearly there now cunt," Sam said as she released her client's tongue from the forceps leaving the gag in place for the time being. A gentle nod to Wayne and he took her place at the head of the table. Without saying a word, he used a sterilised swab to clean her entire face, so that she had no idea what was to happen next, then without warning he simply took hold of her nose with one hand and pushed his needle through her septum in one sharp, painful movement. Almost before Sharon realised what was happening, he had the titanium ring through the hole and fixed in place.

Adam, still buried fully in Sharon's sex, reacted first. "Fantastic! That was simply fantastic. It's done! Look at the cunt! Tits pierced, cunt pierced, tongue pierced and nose pierced a complete slave job and it looks fucking great, thanks Wayne, thanks Sam."

"Our pleasure Adam, hope you enjoy it." Wayne said. "Look, do you want to have a few minutes alone, I need to discuss a couple of things with Sam, if you get my drift. We'll meet you in reception in ten minutes or so."

"I think I get your drift Wayne, we'll see you there," Adam said.

"Ok, Sam get your arse down to the play room, now!" Wayne said as he literally pushed he wife out of the room. "See you guys soon."

Alone with his ex for the first time in over two hours, Adam released her head from the straps and then circled the table releasing each of the restraints in turn, leaving the gag in place, so that she as she sat up she slowly started rubbing her wrists and ankles to get some feeling back into them. Adam watched her closely, noticing that she whenever she made eye contact with him she quickly averted her teary eyes. Finally, she sat on the edge of the table, looking at the floor, mouth still spread wide open with the gag.

"On your knees cunt."

She slipped from the table to the floor and then down onto her knees, with her face just inches from his still erect cock, still covered in her juices.

She looked up at him, knowing he wanted to use her mouth to clean himself, saw him nod, and leant forward to take him awkwardly into her mouth.

Appreciating her effort, he took hold of her head in both hands and wiped his cock off as well as he could, before pulling out and wiping himself off completely with her hair.

"Well done, cunt! Well done. It took a lot of self-discipline to offer to clean me up, didn't it?"

She nodded.

"Hmmm a lot has just happened hasn't it?"

Again she nodded.

"Would you have used your safe word when Sam grabbed your tongue in the forceps if you had been able to?"

Again she nodded.

"Do you want to use it now?"

She shook her head, no.

"Have I gone too far in my enjoyment of you?"

She thought for a few seconds and then shook her head.

"Do you still want me to take you back now?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"As my slave?"

She nodded

"As my fucktoy?"

She nodded.

"As my painslut?"

She nodded.

"Will you marry me and be all those things for me, a slave, fucktoy and painslut?"

Again she nodded.

"Good, then stand up and take that gag out, there's a mirror in the corner so that you can work it out."

Standing, she walked to the mirror and fumbled with the gag for several minutes until she worked out how to close it. Triumphantly she turned to him and waved it proudly in the air. "Ta dah!"

"Fantastic cunt, we'll get one of those for you and you will always be the one to fit and remove it for me, although I'll control how wide we spread it. Now let's go and pay for all this fabulous work and get you home."

She hesitated, waved one hand to stop him and pointed to her mouth.

"You want to say something cunt?"

She nodded.

"Ok, get it out then."

"Thank you Master," she said, then hesitated for a second or two, "ah... for everything, but I need to pee really badly."

"Ok, there was a bathroom just outside in the hall. Off you go, but leave the door open, you will never close a bathroom door again when I am around understand, cunt!"

She nodded as she rushed gratefully from the room holding her tits to stop them bouncing and making the rings tinkle against her barbells.

"And let the tits bounce cunt." Adam told her as she jogged away, don't ever hold them or your cunt rings. I like the sound they make, and I've paid enough to enjoy it."

"Yes Master," and disappeared down the hall, "sorry Master?"

"So you're done then Adam?" Sam asked as she and Wayne reappeared.

"Yeah, we're done thanks guys," Adam replied, "You've done a fantastic job, we'd better pay you hadn't we."

"That's the second best idea I've heard today, but it will take a lot of beating now we're finished with the best idea." Wayne said heading to the reception area, "We'll add it up for you."

When Sharon returned Adam simply gathered their things, took hold of the nearest nipple ring and towed her towards the front of the salon. "Waiting position, cunt!" he said watching in wonder and ceaseless amazement that she actually did what he told her. 

Wayne and Sam were waiting for Adam and Sharon to appear with the bill tallied and ready to be paid, and they both watched in awe as the now beautifully adorned Sharon moved smoothly and gracefully to stand mid-way the reception desk where Wayne had inspected her earlier and the door. Sharon stood a metre or so in front of a full length mirror and noticing this, Sam told her, "Turn around cunt and admire your new look in our mirror."

Sharon glanced at Adam for approval. He simply nodded that she should do as she was told. She remained in the waiting position and turned slowly with more than a little trepidation and when she finally came face to face with her reflection she wasn't at all displeased. In fact she was actually very impressed with how sexy she looked except for the nose ring, which she was not at all happy about. All the other rings could be hidden under clothing or by keeping her mouth shut. But the nose ring was immediately obvious to everyone who looked her way. She was thinking that once the piercing healed, she would have to find some way to remove it temporarily while she was work, although didn't Wayne say something about a clear, or transparent barbell? That might be almost invisible to most people.

"Well Adam, what do you think?" Wayne asked.

"I think it's fantastic, Wayne." Adam said fishing in his pocket for his wallet. I think it as absolutely fantastic! It's just as I imagined a slave should look. How much do I owe you?"

"Look, we've had a great time—you even let me fuck the cunt and Sam certainly got off as well, so look the bill comes to over just under $1200 bucks plus $100 for the tongue and the nose was gratis, but let's call it $850 all up if that's ok with you. That way we cover our costs and make a little profit on the rings and like I said we've had a ball with you guys."

"Wow, that's very generous Wayne, I really appreciate it. And of course if I ever need any more work done I will come straight to you," Adam said handing over his credit card, "Is Amex ok? Might as well get my points."

Amex is fine, Adam, but we do like to add a one and half percent for Amex if that's OK?"

"Sure, Wayne, it's just more points."

Moving to his ex Adam said, "Once again thanks. What do we need to do to get the wounds healed as quickly as possible?"

Sam took a brochure from the desk and handed it to him saying, "Here you go Adam, our after care guidelines are all in the brochure, but essentially keep the wounds clean, with a good surgical antiseptic and turn the rings several times each day. Avoid too many solid foods for a week or so and I would recommend using a good mouthwash such as Listerine several times a day for the tongue."

"Thanks for that Sam. Ok cunt, get your dress."

Sharon took the couple of steps to where her dress hung and went to slip her right arm into it. "No cunt, you don't need to put it on, just fold it over your arm. I don't want all that lovely work covered up."

Shocked and totally humiliated, Sharon held the dress and carefully folded it in half lengthways and then draped it over her left arm.

"That's better cunt, much better. Make sure you keep your arm well to the side though." He put her painted sunglasses on to blindfold her, "and you'll need these too."

Taking hold of the new ring in Sharon's right nipple and turning to Wayne and Sam he said, "Thanks once again. We'll be off but I hope we see you again someday soon."

"So do I Adam." Wayne said, "So do I, mate."



One Long Dream Ch. 09



Thank you once again to all those who have either commented or sent me email feedback. I really appreciate it.

For those who have missed the earlier episodes please read them first to set the context. If you like the story please vote for it—there I've made a blatant plea for recognition, because without it why would I write any more, I mean let's face it writers are probably bigger sluts than the characters in their (my) stories.

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Sharon heard the door open and her ex say as they stepped over the threshold, "Gee, cunt it seems like we've been here all day but when I think back, it's really only been a couple of hours. And what a couple of hours, eh? It's still broad daylight out here!"

Damn, she thought, in utter disbelief that he would drag her around nude in daylight. I hope there isn't too much traffic to see me like this. 

"Relax, cunt there isn't anyone around and besides even if there was they wouldn't recognise you any way. They would be too busy looking at your gorgeous body to worry about your face."

She had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth or not, but she did relax a little as they crossed the small parking area. Hmm, she thought, he's probably right. My eyes are hidden behind these wrap around glasses, I'm a walking advertisement for the sexiest corset I've ever seen and I'm wearing the most outrageous bondage collar; who the hell would even be interested at looking at my face. I guess I don't have much to lose really.

Still it seemed like several minutes before she heard the car door locks open and when the relative safety of the car at last became a possibility for her she did feel a wave of relief. 

That wasn't too bad she thought, but even as the relief washed over her, the sound of car tyres crunching over the gravel of the car park plunged her back into despair. Fuck Adam, she thought, get the fucking door open, you bastard there's a car pulling in. 

Still she hadn't heard the open and she thought that Adam must be deliberately taking his time. While she stood nervously waiting he took the dress from her, opened the back passenger door and placed the dress on the seat. She heard the gravel crunching under the other car's tires as it came to a stop very close to her, its engine running quietly.

"Fuck Adam get me in the car you bastard! There is someone there." He did nothing, leaving her standing facing the road and the other car with all her charms on full display. 

"Yes there is cunt. Seems the neighbours are very friendly round here. Looks like they want a chat, isn't that nice?"

"No, its not nice. And I know you will want to whip me for speaking but for fuck's sake please get me in the car Adam."

"You're right cunt, I will want to whip you, but I can't over do it and you've already built up a big tally. So if you just shut up now and keep quiet until I tell you otherwise I will let the entire tally go. Do you agree cunt?"

She nodded slowly. 

"Great. But I get your drift, we can't stand around here showing you off forever." She finally heard the door open. When he took hold of her firm tits and lowered her backwards into the car all she thought was, thank fuck, at last.

"Gee, cunt they really are friendly, they've come quite close so they can get a really good look."

Over the sound of the quietly idling engine, Sharon heard an unfamiliar, but very masculine voice, say "Thanks for the little show, mate, she looks fantastic. Love to see more of that sometime."

"No problem," Adam replied, standing beside the open door, "pleased you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it?" Sharon heard the voice say, "Mate, I loved it. That's hottest thing I've ever seen. In fact, I only stopped to get a better look, hope you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind at all. The cunt might not be quite so happy though."

"Probably not, but I guess that's her problem isn't it?"

"Well, I guess so," Adam said, "it's not worrying me at all."

"I can't believe I've finally seen someone who really knows how to treat a woman properly and is prepared to do it in public—"

"Stephen," the woman in the passenger seat interrupted angrily, "that's disgusting. No woman deserves such degrading treatment..."

"Don't bother with your feminist bullshit Jan, that's exactly how every woman should be treated," Stephen retorted aggressively. "If I had half a chance, you'd be running around like that too." 

"In your dreams, Stephen, in your dreams!" Jan said as she leant across the car to address Adam, "You seem to be totally in control, unlike him," she went on, nodding her head toward her husband Stephen. "He wouldn't know what to do with a naked woman if he had one, not that your friend is naked though is she. Nice outfit she's wearing. Is it your wife or some whore you've rented?"

"The cunt? It's actually my ex-wife. It finally came to its senses recently and said it would do anything to have me take her back. As you can see I am taking it at its word. It's a lot of fun."

Both Sharon and Jan noted the way Adam talked about Sharon as an object, the difference was that for Sharon it was intensely humiliating and for the Jan just plain sexy, but there would be no way that she could ever admit that, to anyone.

"I'd really like to have a chat with you sometime soon," Stephen said man his business card out of the window of the high end Audi sedan, "here's my card. I've just about had all I can take from this bitch; she needs to learn to behave properly, too, like your ex. Could we get together? Would you mind?"

"No, I don't mind, not at all, love to." Adam said moving around to the driver's side of his own car to get his card, leaving Sharon sitting side-on in her seat, feet still on the ground wide apart, legs spread wide open and very much still on full display. 

Although he couldn't hear exactly what was being said in the Audi, Adam gathered that a nerve had been touched. He caught a few words that sounded like Stephen telling his wife to shut the fuck up or she would be walking home dressed like the slut in the Beemer.

Walking back to the Audi with a big smile on his face, Adam thought, hmmm it might be very interesting when Steve and his wife make it home. I'd love to be a fly on their wall tonight. "Here you go," he said handing his card to Stephen, "I am semi-retired and have a lot of free time. Call me soon." He realised that he liked the look of the guy, "and we can arrange to get together."

"Thanks, I'll do that," Stephen said reading the card, "Adam."

"Is that your wife, then Steve?" Noticing that he not only liked the look of Stephen, but that his wife looked pretty damned useful.

"Yeah, that's the prick-teasing bitch!"

"Stephen, stop calling me that!" she said, "I'm your wife, for god's sake!"

"In name only, you stuck up, bitch! When was the last time you actually put out?"

"Hmmm," Adam said ignoring their spat and taking the time to lean into the driver's window a little and get a good look at the attractive, but conservatively dressed woman in the passenger seat. "She looks pretty good though, Steve. She's certainly got nice big tits, even if it's a padded bra. And what a lovely big cocksucking mouth too if I'm not mistaken."

"You're right about the tits, she doesn't need to wear padded bras at all..."

"How dare you talk about me like that with a stranger, it's...

"Would you prefer me to talk about you like that with our friends, Jan?"

"No, let's go home. This is disgusting!"

"Before I go Adam, let me just say that the bitch does have a good, big cocksucking mouth, she just needs to learn how to use it, she has no idea."

"You bastard," she said, "you can't talk about me like that to a stranger."

Adam with his head still at the window and picking up on her name said, "It's ok Jan, until a few days ago the cunt there couldn't suck cock to save itself either, but with some intensive practice it has already become really quite good at it. So there's hope for you too, you know."

"Take me home right now, Stephen. I never want to see this man again! Really!"

"Thanks for dropping by," Adam said mischievously as he headed back to his exposed ex wife. 

The Audi continued idling and didn't move as Adam making sure the door was fully open, moved to stand completely to one side of Sharon so that he wouldn't obscure the view of the couple in the Audi. From this position he took Sharon's right leg in his hands and lifted it slowly into the car, but before he lifted her left leg in, he looked back over his shoulder toward the couple in the Audi who still had their eyes glued on the action in front of them, waved and slowly lifted Sharon's left leg in and fitted her seat belt. For the benefit of his audience he took Sharon's breasts in his hands and squeezed and twisted drawing a loud "Owwwhhhhh" from her before letting them go and giving each of them a very visible, good loud slap.

He couldn't know for sure that his little show had Stephen battling with a very hard erection, but he did think it was possible. Nor could he know that Jan was so turned on that she was literally soaking the leather seat under her.

"Now that was really hot," Stephen said to himself out loud as Adam finally closed the Beemer's door, "if we weren't in a public place, Jan, I'd throw you on your back and fuck the daylights out of you."

"Yeah," she said in a very shaky voice, "well we are in public place, so you're going to have to wait till we get home aren't you?"

"You're fucking turned on then aren't you Jan?"

"Sort of, I am feeling a bit hot that's all." She said unconvincingly as Adam's BMW pulled away.

"Bullshit! I know I've got a raging hard-on," he said grabbing her hand and putting it on the tent in his pants "and I'll bet you are soaking wet, aren't you?" Stephen said.

"No, I am not!" she told him defensively.

"Prove it, bitch! Prove you are not soaking wet and I'll never call Adam. But if you are wet, then I am going to take you home and fuck you senseless. Then I am going to call Adam."

"That's disgusting. I don't have to prove anything, just take me home." She said.

"No way, like I said to Adam, I've had about enough of you. You either prove to me right now one way or another that you're not soaking wet or we go our separate ways."

"What do you mean separate ways?"

"Separate! Divorce!"

"Are you serious? Would you leave me just because I didn't show you that my knickers are soaked or not?"

"You had better believe it Jan. I've just seen the hottest thing I've ever seen and I will have it myself, one way or another. It's your choice now."

Jan's problem was getting worse; all this talk of being turned on and wet was so unaccustomed that it was adding to her arousal not turning her off, as she would normally expect.

"Jan, I am going to release the brakes and back out of here in 30 seconds. If I don't have proof one way or another in that time, you can walk home."

"You bastard! What kind of proof do you want?"

"Lift your arse of the seat, pull your skirt up to your waist, take your knickers off and give them to me. You have 15 seconds."

"Bastard!" But she lifted her backside off her seat anyway, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and took her knickers off.

"Time, bitch!"

"They're coming, Stephen. They're coming hold on damn you," she said slipping her panties over her shoes and handing them to her husband, "There and you can stop calling me bitch now."

"Keep the skirt around your waist bitch until I examine the evidence thoroughly."

"Stephen, stop calling me that," she said lowering herself back onto her seat with her skirt still around her waist.

"Hmmm, these knickers are very, very wet aren't they bitch."

"Stephen!"

"Well, they are aren't they?"

"You know they are, Stephen!"

"But it is not conclusive evidence that you are actually soaking wet, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for evidence to be conclusive, it really should be physically tested at the scene don't you think."

Jan had no idea where this was going. "Yes, I guess so, but I don't know what you mean, the scene of the crime?" she said.

"Well, if you were soaking wet, where would the wetness be? Where would it be coming from?"

"You mean from my vagina?"

"No, I mean from your cunt!"

"Stephen, don't be so crude."

"Well, would it or would it not come from your cunt?"

"Yes it would, but please don't talk like that!" Her face was red now from embarrassment, but she felt her arousal getting stronger and stronger.

"So if the wetness was coming from your cunt then what would I need to examine to find conclusive evidence?"

She decided that if she ignored his filthy language that he would probably stop using it. "You would need to examine... my... my... vagina."

"Not exactly, bitch. I would need to examine your cunt. Right?"

"But I can't just show you my vagina."

"Why not, bitch? I've been fucking your cunt on and off, and recently it's been mostly off, for over twenty years."

"That's different, you've never wanted to examine it like this before."

"So what? I do now, so do you want to give me the evidence to prove conclusively that you are or are not soaking wet so that we can go home together?"

She felt beaten, "Alright, Steve, you win." She hung her head despondently but at the same time, expectantly, "How can I give you the evidence that you need?"

"It's simple bitch, open your legs wide and slide your hips right forward, so I can feel your cunt for any wetness."

She looked at him pleadingly hoping for a change of mind.

"Look, bitch I don't have all day, either you make your cunt available for me to examine for the evidence I want or you don't and we're through." 

Feeling totally lost, all Jan could do was glare at her husband, a little spark of defiance danced in her eyes briefly before giving way to her surrender. She knew that if he did touch her, he would know instantly that this whole game turned her on immensely.

"The cunt, bitch!"

"Oh Stephen," she said sliding her hips forward so they overhung her seat and spreading her knees wide apart, "it is so embarrassing to display myself like this to you."

"Lift your arse off the seat too, bitch!"

Jan wondered what had happened as she lifted her bottom off the seat.

"Higher bitch!"

She lifted higher and he swept her skirt completely from under her and held it up against her back.

"Ok sit, bitch!"

She sat back down slowly, anticipating the cool touch of the leather against her skin. It felt naughty to her, naughty but very, very sexy as she slid her hips forward for her husband to examine her sex.

"Spread your legs wider bitch."

"I asked you not to call me that Stephen."

"I know you did, bitch, but I ignored you and I like the name, it suits a prick teaser like you." He reached over the centre console and ran his hand up her thigh, "It has a nice ring to it. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there!"

"Steve..."

"Do it, bitch!"

Jan was totally confused, she was turned on like never before in her life, but she felt it was all so wrong, that she shouldn't be acting like this. Still she did what he said, clasping her fingers together behind her head.

"Well done, bitch."

When his fingers reached her clitoris and began to gently rub and tease it, she began to moan softly and even lifted her hips towards his fingers. They dipped down between her glistening labia, separating them easily and sliding deep within her pussy. 

"Well, well, well," he said fingering her slit aggressively while thumbing her clitoris, "I was right, bitch, you are absolutely soaking wet, your juices are flowing all over the place, just as well I had the car seats treated, otherwise you would have ruined them."

"I'm really beginning to like this, you know? You're turning out to be quite a little treasure aren't you bitch? Displaying yourself to whoever may be watching while you ride my fingers like a true slut. You're just like Adam's ex aren't you? You are a slut just like her!"

Jan could do nothing but moan louder, lifting her hips higher for him. "Come on bitch, come, that's it come hard." And she did come and hard, "Adam saw you for who you really are didn't he, just a big titted cunt with a big cocksucking mouth. Bet you just can't wait to be paraded around on a leash just like his cunt was." He kept up his assault until she came again, and she came very hard the second time; her vagina clamping down hard on his fingers again and again. Even when she had regained some semblance of consciousness, he kept his fingers moving in her cunt as he slipped the car into gear and pulled smoothly away from the car park.

"Better put your seatbelt on bitch!"

"Oh I nearly forgot," was her only reply, as she concentrated on the incredible pleasure his fingers were giving her. She was intensely aware of being knickerless, the leather upholstery caressing her bottom with each little move she made. She was feeling quite wantonly free with her legs spread wide, sex completely exposed and slouched way forward in her seat.

"Did you like me examining your cunt, bitch?"

"Uh, uh! It was... ah... very... very... it was umm... beautiful, Stephen, thank you!"

"You're welcome bitch, it was my pleasure to play with your cunt. It still is, but I win the bet and I get to call Adam. We will call him when we get home and go round and see if we can't get some good ideas on how a man should treat a bitch like you. Now get those hands behind your head again."

"Yes, Stephen," she murmured quietly, "I'm sorry, I forgot you wanted me to keep them there."

"Regardless of what happens between here and home, keep them exactly where they are until we get there. When we do get home, you know that I am going to fuck the daylights out you don't you?"

She simply nodded and, as he was talking and still fingering her sex, she drifted off into her own world, a world of nude captive women and powerful, masterful men; a world dominated by an image of Adam with a crown on his head seated in a huge ornate throne and Sharon on her knees at his feet. Jan saw herself, blindfolded, her hands bound behind her, dressed in a dark red lace corset, suspenders, stocking and heels. She saw Stephen in front of her leading her proudly into this new world, by a chain linked to large rings in her nipples, to an audience with Adam. Stephen led her through a huge crowd of their friends; the men fully dressed and the women, all of them, like her, dressed in corsets and stockings, their breasts, sex and bottoms all bare. The images made her want to drop both of her hands to her sex, to scratch an itch that had been growing there ever since they married all those years ago, but one that was now erupting with all the power of a volcano. Oh how she needed Stephen to fuck her senseless as he promised.

Menage a Trois

The small green car sitting in front of the house puzzled Adam as he pulled into his driveway. That is, it puzzled him until it dawned on him, who the pretty looking blond sitting behind the wheel was. Melanie smiled and waved as she watched Adam open the passenger side door of the gleaming, silver BMW, reach in and extract his deeply embarrassed ex wife by taking a handful of each breast and hauling her to her feet. For her part Sharon was feeling absolutely humiliated as she realised, even though she couldn't anything see through the modified sunglasses she wore, that it was still daylight, they were still outside the garage and therefore still entirely visible from the street.

Melanie sat transfixed as she watched Adam close the car door and pull the now cuffed woman across the small font lawn in just the corset she herself had fitted that morning and the wonderfully sexy suspenders and stockings Melanie remembered from their meeting that morning. Melanie loved the fact that Sharon's outfit revealed all her feminine charms and at the same time was incredibly alluring and sexy—a fabulous way to dress a woman.




One Long Dream Ch. 09



When Adam finally had his ex on the front porch, Melanie left the sanctuary of her car and skipped happily over the carefully manicured lawn to greet her favourite customers, "Hi Adam, hi cunt. Wow! You guys look fantastic!" Melanie was positively beaming, her smile reaching from ear to ear, as she drank in the sight of the freshly pierced, older beauty that was Sharon. 

Sharon, though, was not exactly beaming as Adam stopped her at the threshold to meet Melanie, in fact, she was a very deep, humiliated red as she heard Adam and Melanie exchange greetings almost as if she wasn't there or at least as if she was just some kind of pet.

"Hi Melanie," Adam said, "thanks for the personal delivery service. You're fantastic!"

"That's Ok Adam, it's my pleasure after all. After, all Adam, I get to see your handiwork and I've got to say you've done a really great job on the cunt," remembering what Adam had called his ex that morning in her shop, "looks fantastic! Did you get to do any of it yourself?"

"Thanks, Melanie," he replied, "it does look good doesn't it. And I got to do most of it myself too! It was actually a lot of fun, at least I thought so, the cunt probably wouldn't agree though, I declined the local anaesthetic."

"They're very sexy rings and," Melanie said reaching out to fondle Sharon's left nipple and turning the ring through its piercing, "getting the bar as well as the ring in its nipple is just so beautiful. I wish someone would do the same for me!"

"Really, Melanie, I would have thought men would have been falling all over themselves to get you."

"Thanks for the compliment, Adam and yeah, they do, but they're all dorks! I certainly haven't found anyone like you for instance!"

"Thanks, Melanie," Adam said unlocking the front door "You'd better come inside, before we get a complaint from the neighbours about the cunt's appearance."

"I don't know what they'd be complaining about," said Melanie, "it looks pretty good to me."

"You're right, I reckon that it looks pretty good as well, but we'd better get it inside just in case" Adam said.

He led them through to the living room, "This way Mel."

Sensing the lack of tension on her nipple, Sharon came to stop beside the coffee table that was the scene of her original submission to Adam. "Kneel cunt." She knelt with difficulty.

In awe of the whole situation Melanie stopped next to Adam, turned to him and handed him the two beautifully crafted ring gags, "Here you go, Adam. But you know, I'm really keen to make sure that you're absolutely happy with your order. I mean having the gags tailor made so quickly is a risky business, so I was wondering if you would like to test them out on me before you actually pay for them. That way if you can't make full use of them the way you want to you, I could just keep the one you test on me for my own use and put the other one back into stock and you wouldn't need to pay for them. Otherwise, if you test them out on the cunt they will be used and for hygiene reasons, I wouldn't be able to accept them for return."

"Fuck Melanie, that's taking customer service way beyond my wildest expectations to totally new, and I must also say to thoroughly delightful levels. You do know how I intend to use the gags, though, don't you?"

"Of course I do, you did say this morning that you want to be able to fuck the cunt's face while it is wearing the gag, but then when you tried it out it was just too small for that magnificent cock of yours to slide through."

"So you realise how I would like to test them too, then, don't you?"

"Of course! You'll want to see if you can get full penetration through the gag while it is being worn."

"That's right Mel! But when I use it on the cunt she will be naked and will have her hands tied behind her back to keep them out of the way. So, of course, any test will need to take that into account to get the right testing environment. I expect to be able to hold her head firmly to give me maximum leverage so that I can really give it to her hard, fast and deep."

"I wouldn't have thought that you would want it any other way." Melanie said unbuttoning her silk blouse. "You would hardly gag her and then let her use her hands to defend herself would you? And what is the point of gagging a woman and tying her hands if she has anything on that would interfere with your enjoyment of her." Melanie said dropping her skirt on top of the blouse that already lay in a heap at her feet, leaving her standing before him in a very sexy garter belt, black fishnet stockings with matching G-string, and delightfully lacy, quarter cup shelf bra that she was reaching behind her back to unclasp. 

"Exactly, Melanie, I really appreciate your understanding of the situation, not too mention your gorgeous tits," he said as the bra fell to the floor, joining the blouse and skirt in a crumpled, but very sexy heap. When the G-string lay beside the rest of her clothes, he added, "Leave the garter belt and stockings on, they won't interfere with my test and they provide a really nice frame for that sexy little bush. You know Melanie, I am really getting to like your brand of customer service, but I think I'm going to like it even more in a little while," he said handing her one of the gags, "especially when you have this on nice and tight and you have your hands properly cuffed behind you."

Melanie accepted the gag, opened her mouth wide and placed the ring behind her teeth before taking the leather strap and buckling it tightly behind her head.

"What a beautiful sight you are Melanie, a perfect picture of feminine submission," Adam said taking out the very handcuffs that she had sold him only that morning, he handed them to her and said, "Now complete the picture for me, nice and tight."

"yeth thirr!" was all Melanie could manage through the gag as she took the cuffs and clicked the first firmly on her left wrist and then, swinging both hands and cuffs behind her back she clicked the second cuff just as firmly on her right wrist.

"Beautiful, Melanie," Adam said pulling her by her nipples so that she stood with her face just a few inches from his and her nipples pressed into his shirt. "Beautiful!" he repeated as he dropped his right hand to her bush and used his fingers to gently open the folds of her obviously lubricating sex. "Of course you realise just how vulnerable you are right now don't you?"

"Yeth thir"

"You know that by coming here voluntarily, stripping naked of you own accord and making yourself completely defenceless without even a suggestion from me, in front of me and a completely impartial witness, you have effectively invited me to do whatever I want with you."

"Yeth thir"

"So apart from just fucking your face, I can fuck your cunt and arse too!"

"Yeth thir"

"In fact, you have essentially given me your consent to treat you exactly the same way as I treat the cunt here, haven't you?"

"Yeth thir"

"And do you know Melanie, I think I will do just that. What do you say to that?" His fingers were now sliding freely in and out of her open sex while his thumb rotated over her clitoris so that she was very close to swooning completely.

"Hank oou thir, hank oou."

"You know, I think that you're a genuine keeper, I mean why should I let you go at all? I mean you obviously enjoy my company, don't you?"

"Ooo yeth thir, yeth ery uch."

"Well, then Melanie, my beautiful, young slut, consider it done. I'm keeping you." "Oooo yeth peath! Yeth thang oou thir, thang oou ery uch." Melanie gushed.

"That's ok Melanie, we need to have a pet to call our own. In fact, I only said to the cunt yesterday that I thought that she needed a pet to keep her company, although I had a nice well trained dog in mind when I said that."

"oou coul thtill geth the gog thoo. I lo gogth."

"You love dogs, Melanie? Is that what you are trying to say?"

"Yeth thir"

"Well then, we will certainly get a dog for you and the cunt then."

"Now why don't get down on your knees there right in front of the cunt so that your left shoulder is just in front of her right shoulder that way, when I fuck your face she will get an uninterrupted view of how the gag is meant to be used."

"yeh irr," said the gagged young woman as she struggled to her knees in front of Sharon.

"Ere thir?" she asked as she settled into position with her left shoulder pressing into Sharon's right breast, squashing into the new ring and barbell and her face just to the right of the older, nude and bound woman who was kneeling at the end of the very coffee table that she began her own journey on, just a couple of days earlier.

"Thank you Melanie that looks great," Adam said walking to where she was kneeling and admiring his two fabulous prizes, "what more could a man ask." 

As soon as he was standing in front of Melanie, he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. Stepping out of his trousers, he pushed his jocks down, took hold of his cock in his right hand and Melanie's head in his left hand, lined his cock up with the opening of the gag and eased it slowly and carefully through the hole, feeling just how much clearance there was for him. With the head of his now fully erect cock clearly through the opening of the gag and the largest part of his cock slipping effortlessly through it as well, he felt he was able to use Melanie's mouth just the way he wanted to.

Confident now that he could now give Melanie the full attention that she deserved and that she had actually asked him for, he pulled completely out of her mouth and said, "Melanie this is just perfect I can not only get the head of my cock through the gag easily, but also the thickest part. You've done a marvellous job to get this gag tailored so beautifully. Now let's see how fast I can give you my full length."

With that, he simply lent forward and pushed his cock smoothly through the centre of the gag without waiting to see whether Melanie would be able to handle it or not and not really caring. He just pushed hard into her mouth until he had her face pushed against his pubic bone. Of course, this took Melanie completely by surprise and she was spluttering and gagging as she fought to get her breath. Adam did notice that she was having trouble and he wasn't about to cause any serious or permanent damage by holding his cock so deep in her throat too long, but he did enjoy the sense of power that surged through him. He pulled back allowing Melanie to catch her breath and then pushed back in again full depth so that once again Melanie had her face crushed against his pubic bone and his cock deep in her throat. This time he pulled out a little sooner so that while she still spluttered and gagged a little, it was nowhere near as bad as the first time. He allowed her to catch her breath again then just as she was recovering he pushed back in again, full length and for the third time she had her face pressed against his pubic bone with his cock deep in her throat.

He sensed that Melanie was starting to accommodate him better on each stroke; she was certainly not gagging as much nor was she spluttering quite so much, in fact she seemed to be breathing through her nose much more comfortably, which allowed him to get into a rhythm that would allow him to go on for quite a while. Each stroke now was slow and deep. He held his cock in her throat each time for just as long, but he allowed her just a little longer each time he withdrew to recover and recover she did, so that she was able to breathe relatively comfortably between his thrusts. He made a point of pulling far enough out of her mouth on each stroke that his cock brought out a long string of saliva with it that dribbled down over her breasts.

Sharon, whose face was only inches from the action, couldn't help but observe closely just how forcefully Adam was fucking Melanie's face and it seemed to her that he really was fucking her face, just as he would a vagina. She could also see that this was raw animal sex nothing more, nothing less. Clearly Adam was using Melanie's mouth as a vehicle to satisfy his own needs. Having seen that though, Sharon also saw that Melanie in her own way was using his cock as a vehicle for her own pleasure. The man and the woman directly in front of her had quickly come to a mutual agreement about their respective roles and were enjoying those roles, each of them, to the fullest.

Sharon thought long and hard about what she'd been through over the last couple of days as she watched the cock plunge into the face of the woman in front of her. And it was only through watching these two human beings so closely that she came to the realisation that they were actually exercising their wills on each other, for just as surely as Adam was exercising his will on Melanie, she was exercising her will on him to get him to treat her just the way she wanted to be treated. Each of the two people in front of her were getting exactly what they wanted out of this arrangement and when she reflected upon her own position she realised that she was also getting, or was going to get exactly what she wanted from the new arrangement. An arrangement she had called into existence herself. She could not blame anyone else at all for her current state of affairs.

Adam was now concentrating on long, deep, rhythmical thrusts into the warm and yielding mouth that he controlled, but he knew his time was coming soon. With each thrust he held his cock out a little longer, long enough to turn to face Sharon and allow the saliva string from Melanie's mouth to fall across Sharon's breasts before he turned back to push his cock deep, once more, into the mouth of their new pet. Knowing that he was finally about to explode he pulled his cock completely from the deliciously wet mouth and held it pointed straight at the delicious, sexy face of Melanie and aimed the first strings land across her face before he turned so that the rest could fly across the face of his ex-wife.

Allowing himself to regain his composure, he wiped his cock off clean in Sharon's hair, bent down and pulled his jocks up, tucked his cock away and pulled up his trousers and buckled them.

"Thank you Melanie, that was very kind of you. I think the test was a real success. Thank you too cunt. I love the fact that you were there to help me clean up afterwards. Next time, though I'll fuck your face just to be fair and Melanie can help me clean up. For now though, I want both of you to keep looking up at the ceiling until my cum dries on your faces. I don't want it all over your tits. If you feel as though it is going to run off move your head to keep it on your face, there's a good little pair of cunts."

"Now, Melanie, you said you really liked the cunt's piercings, but that you didn't have anybody to do the piercing for you. Well good news: you do now. And I think that we should have it done as soon as we can, in fact, I'm going to ring Sam at Full Rush right now and see if we can't get you in as soon as tonight. You never know we might just be able to have you fully pierced right away. Just think how nice it will be for me to have two complete sets of rings to play with."

With that he left the women exactly where they were and went to get the telephone handset and returned to sit on the couch setting the phone to speaker mode as he did. "Now girls why don't you both sit back on your heels for me it will make looking up at the ceiling easier, see if you can't keep all that precious cum on your faces until it dries. It would be a shame if my seed just ended up on the floor wouldn't it. It will look so much better if it dries on you before it reaches the floor."

Sam came on the line just before the phone rang out. "Uh, Full, uh, Rush, uh, uh Body, uh, Piercing, uh, Sam speaking." She said sounding quite breathless.

"Hi Sam, it's Adam here."

Silence

"You know? Adam," he said, "from this afternoon with my pet cunt that you and Wayne enjoyed so much."

"Oh, Adam, sorry... I... took so long to answer you, but I was busy with Wayne down the back in the SM room, or at least he was busy with me in the SM room after you left this evening as you probably could have guessed he would be. You really inspired him, you know, with the way you handled your pet cunt this afternoon. Wayne had a raging hard-on when you left despite having fucked the daylights out of the cunt while you were here. So he really got stuck into me, quite literally with a couple of floggers and his cock. I certainly won't be able to sit down for a while..."

"Glad to hear he enjoyed himself, Sam."

"Oh, he enjoyed himself alright, and so did I to tell the truth, but I shouldn't be telling you all that. I hope nothing is wrong."

"No, Sam, nothing's wrong at all. In fact, I am sitting here admiring the cunt's delightful piercings right now. No, there's nothing wrong, you guys did a great job. Do you know that if you have the cunt kneel with her legs far enough apart and her weight back on her heels that you can see every one of her piercings? Well, that is, all of them except the tongue studs. But you can see them too if you have her keep her mouth open and stick her tongue out like she has now. Makes quite a sight. I don't think I will tire of it anytime soon."

"I'm really pleased that you are so happy with our work. It was pretty cool for us too, you know. Anyway, how can we help you Adam?"

"Well, when we arrived home, we were met at the door by a special friend who couldn't help but see the effect of the work you did on the cunt since the cunt was still naked. We chatted for while and this special friend mentioned that she would love to have a set of piercings just like the cunt's but that she didn't have anyone to have the piercings done for. So we got to talking about life generally and one thing led to another and she agreed that she would move in with us as our pet and I told her that since she was prepared to make such a big move that I would arrange to have her pierced just like the cunt. She leapt at the opportunity, so I called you."

"Wow you mean another full piercing job and you want us to do it for you?"

"Well, I'd like you guys to supervise me doing it, except for the tongue, which of course you will still need to do Sam."

"Of course, Adam, no problem. But hang on a minute... Weren't you and the cunt meeting Melanie, from the Adult Store out at Fyshwick, this afternoon? From what she told me on the phone before you guys arrived, she was going to offer to help you test the new ring gags and if that's the case you would hardly have had time to do anything else. This isn't for her is it? Has she offered to move in and become your pet?"

"Sam, I can't tell a lie and even if I did you'd find out as soon as I brought her to you. You're right it is for Melanie."

"Oh wow! Of course we'll do it for you! Especially if it goes like this afternoon did, I know Wayne will just jump at the chance to get into hot little Melanie's snatch. When did you want to bring her over? Just hang on a minute I need to go out to the office and check the appointment diary."

"Before you do that Sam, what time do you close normally?"

"Depends, we do get a lot of drop-ins most nights, but we're usually done, by eleven."

"Sam it is only 7.00 now, could you fit her in tonight?"

"Sure, we were actually tempted to shut up and pursue our own ideas tonight anyway. Given the excitement of this afternoon, all Wayne wanted to do tonight was try new ways of using the gear in the SM room on me. Can you hang on a minute? I'll ask Wayne if he's ready to get horny all over again."

The next voice to come over the speaker was Wayne's. "Hi Adam, Sam says you want to bring Melanie over and decorate her just like you did with the cunt this afternoon."

"Yeah, exactly the same. Do you have enough rings and things?"




One Long Dream Ch. 09



"Sure, look we will do you a deal, the piercing is free if you do it under our supervision and we'll do the jewellery at cost plus 10% if I get to fuck the little darling. What do you say?"

"Sold!"

"Ok then, bring her over. If I remember rightly you are not far away, so you could probably be here in half an hour or so?"

"Let's make it an hour we need to get something to eat first if that's OK. I'll bring the cunt too in case we need some relief on the side."

"Ok, wouldn't have expected anything else Adam. See you in an hour," Wayne said replacing the handset in the cradle. "Well, things are looking up for tonight aren't they Sam?"

"Sure are Sir, did you want to finish whipping me now or am I free to get dressed for our clients?"

"Yes I do want to finish whipping you now and no you may not dress for our clients tonight. Get your arse down to the SM room, take out a nice thin whippy cane and put it between your lips and wait for me in the kneeling display position. I really feel like decorating those pretty tits for our guests tonight not covering them up. Now move your arse Sam before I give it some more colour too!"

"Yes Sir, she said skipping out of the room and down the hall to the SM room."

As Sam was debating whether she could take out a slightly thicker cane, that would leave nice marks but not sting quite so much as the very thin whippy canes she was sure that Wayne had in mind, a few kilometres away, Adam was inspecting Sharon to see whether his cum had dried on her face yet. Deciding that it was all but dried and there was little chance that it would drip on to the floor or her tits now, he hauled her to her feet by grabbing a handful of her tits and lifting, so that she had little choice but to stand. Then he repeated the procedure with Melanie. With both women on their feet, he dragged them by their tits though into the kitchen. "Sharon use the Chinese take-away menu that on the fridge door and the speakerphone to order dinner for us". 

With her hands still cuffed behind her Sharon looked lost as she stood before the phone. "Just think cunt! Use your nose or your nipples to press the buttons. And ask them to deliver. They are only just down the road and they're always very quick."

As Sharon was ordering a large serve of spicy fish, rice all round and stir-fried Chinese water spinach, Adam upended Melanie's handbag on the dining table, sending the amazing collection of stuff all over the surface. Then with her still bound beside him, he searched through the contents and removed her cash and cards placing them off to the side. The two vibrators he turned on in turn and tried each one on her clit before slipping them effortlessly into her remarkably wet cunt. The penis gag attachments for the ring gags were what he was after, and when he found the first one he slipped it through the ring in her gag and into her mouth. Then he turned her round, unlocked the handcuffs with the key he had at his belt and tied her wrists loosely together with a leather strap that had short lengths of Japanese bondage rope at each end for tying around ankles and wrists.

"When the delivery man comes Melanie, be ready to take your cash, pay the man and collect the food. In the meantime, get on your knees and open that beautiful, fucking mouth of yours."

After all the action of the day, Adam felt there was no need to even try to cum and that he should just enjoy the feeling that comes with being able to dominate such beautiful creatures so completely, after all he was in this now for the long haul. So he simply luxuriated in the feel of Melanie's wonderful, warm, wet mouth for a few minutes. 

"Okay ladies," Adam said pulling out of Melanie's mouth, "I'm going to select one of you to take to bed tonight. Any idea how I'm going to choose?"

Both women shook their heads wondering what sort of trial he would set them. "It's going to be really simple, I'll take the first of you to reach three genuine orgasms. Can I judge a real orgasm? You better believe it so don't even bother thinking about faking it. Oh, and you can only use each other to get there. No furniture or anything else in the room, I will be watching closely."

Both women looked stunned, each of them thinking "How on earth can I bring myself off three times with my hands tied behind my back?" Sharon had another thought with a plan already forming in her head: My God! I haven't touched another woman since I tried it on with Jane all those years ago, but fuck it I'm going to bed with Adam tonight come hell or high water! So Melanie, you little cock sucking whore, get that fucking mouth ready, because I'm going to be riding it all the way from one to three. 

"Now I know what you might be thinking: that it will be difficult with your hands tied behind you, but I am sure that with a little thought you might be able to figure something out between you, silently of course. Naturally, you will need to use each other to achieve the objective."

Adam's words planted the seeds of cooperation in Melanie's mind, but did nothing to change Sharon's plan. Sharon knew that if she could get Melanie flat on her back, and mash her cunt into the younger woman's face that she would have Melanie at her mercy, because with her hands tied behind her, Melanie would have no leverage at all. Sharon just had to get her down on her back. 

The women looked at each other quizzically, each with an entirely different strategy: Melanie not sure just how to make her approach to getting the older woman to cooperate, thinking that Sharon would realise that three orgasms was way beyond a woman of her age; and Sharon wondering how to get Melanie to the floor quickly so that she could pin the girl's head to the floor with her cunt until Melanie brought her off three times.

Deciding a direct approach was often best Melanie came to Sharon smiling and making kissing gestures with her lips and making as if ask to if she could kiss Sharon's nipples in a show cooperation. Sharon was delighted, not only was she likely to get some real foreplay, but the position would make Melanie more vulnerable to being over balanced. Sharon smiled back and lifted her left breast still clearly striped from her first whipping that morning towards the mouth of her young opponent.

Melanie took the proffered breast and covered it with gentle kisses concentrating on the beautiful, long nipple that made Sharon's breasts such beautiful playthings in Adam's mind. Sharon didn't know, of course, that Melanie was a true bisexual and was already getting off on having a woman's nipple in her mouth. However, Sharon did notice that Melanie was totally engrossed and as she offered the younger woman her right nipple she seized her opportunity; put her right foot behind Melanie's left and leaned quickly and heavily into the young woman knocking her off balance. Both women fell to the floor giggling, but before Melanie realised that the whole move had been orchestrated she was flat on her back with Sharon's knees either side of her head and the older woman's cunt grinding down on her mouth.

Melanie tried to dislodge her opponent by lifting her legs to put Sharon into a scissor lock, but Sharon was way too smart keeping her body very low and out of reach. Even when her first orgasm hit, Sharon kept low, but she kept her cunt and especially her clit in contact with her young opponent's mouth just as she used to do with Jane all those years ago. 

When number two hit Sharon, Melanie realised she was lost and decided that she just wanted to get it over with as quickly as she could and get as much as she could out of her loss as possible. Her suddenly enthusiastic tongue work surprised and then delighted Sharon, who realising that she had won, decided to prolong her sweet victory as long as possible, slowed down her gyrations on her opponent's face lifting her cunt whenever she felt close to coming, lowering it again when she felt back in control. But there was only so much Sharon could do to suppress her joy and eventually she had to just give in to it and ignoring Melanie's need to breathe pressed her cunt down over the beaten woman's mouth until her third orgasm eventually subsided.

Adam was delighted as he walked over to his ex easing his erection from his trousers "Congratulations cunt, looks like you get to sleep with me tonight, just like old times." Then pressing his cock to her lips, "Well done, cunt! You can let Mel up now though" he said as she opened her mouth accepting his cock in time for him to slide it into her completely while her opponent struggled to her feet.

"Melanie," Adam said, pumping his erection into the face of the proud victor, "you'll be serving dinner when it arrives."

"Yes Sir, with pleasure Sir," she said looking up at him from the floor.

Just then the door bell rang, "You'd better get that Melanie, it will be dinner. Come here so I can untie your hands. Don't bother to dress you look great just as you are and you can invite the delivery guy, assuming it is a guy, in while we get payment for him."

"Yes Sir," she said heading to the door as naked as the day she was born. The look of complete surprise on the young man's face pleased Melanie immensely as she opened the door to reveal not only all of her own charms, but also those of her still-bound, older colleague who was at that precise time accommodating the full length of her ex-husband's pistoning prick in her mouth.

"Hi, come in," Adam said, without missing a beat, to the good-looking teenager, who stood spell-bound in the doorway. "We just need to organise some cash for you. You might notice that we've been a little distracted, but we'll get something organised pretty quickly unless of course you would like a bit of this fabulous mouth as payment in stead on cash. Naturally, if you prefer one of the cunt's other holes you could that instead of its mouth if you like. But then again you could just have the $25. What would you prefer?"

"Uhh, uhh, could... could I really have a blow job like that, she looks as if she is really good at it." 

"Take it from me, she has a fucking great mouth," Adam said, "by the way what is your name?"

"Uhh, uhh, I'm Sean," the delivery guy said.

"Pleased to meet you Sean. I am Adam," he said holding his hand out to the delivery boy while still fucking his ex-wife's face and patting her head with his other hand. "That was Melanie, who let you in," Adam said pointing to Mel and "this is cunt."

Sean, looking around the room like a kid in a candy store and liking what he saw on display in every direction, didn't know where to look. "Please say hello to cunt here," Adam told him.

"Ahh... hello... cunt?" Sean stammered out.

"That's it Sean," Adam reassured him, "don't feel badly about calling her that. The cunt loves being treated like this don't you cunt?" Adam told the excited boy shaking Sharon's head in a forced nod. "There you go see, she agrees." But then Adam went on and said, "mind you Sean, it hasn't always been a great face fuck, but it is now! But you know what Sean? It also has a great cunt if you would prefer to use that instead of its mouth. The choice is yours, of course, but if you just want the money, that's cool too."

"I'll take the head job please Adam."

"Of course, Sean," Adam said pulling out of his ex's mouth, "here you go. Since she still has her hands tied behind her you should hold her head so that you can get the most out of her, but let Melanie help you get ready."

Melanie needed no second invitation and immediately pulled the boy into position in front of the kneeling Sharon, dropped to her knees in front of the nervous youngster, unzipped his trousers, fished out his impressive erection and stroked it a couple of times before gently moving him in front of Sharon so that she could bring his cock to the older woman's lips. 

Sharon, now used to being a receptacle for masculine flesh, simply opened her lips and allowed the young prick to push into her mouth. Sean, following Adam's advice, took hold of Sharon's head and realising that he really could fuck her face pushed his cock right to the back of her throat causing her to gag momentarily as she adjusted to the unexpected size of his rock-hard member.

Fortunately for Sharon, she was not only becoming used to having cocks shoved into her face, but was really beginning to love the feeling of being used by so many different men without the guilt she used to feel when she had a choice. Now with Sean's cock at the back of her throat all she could think of was giving the young man as much pleasure as possible. She started swirling her tongue around the invading cock each time it moved in her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could every time he thrust in, so hard that he came after just a few thrusts, but she kept sucking so that when he exploded she captured most of his cum in her mouth, with just the last few globs landing on her chin and sliding down on to her tits.

"Well done, Sean. Isn't that just the greatest face fuck you've ever had?"

"It sure is Adam, thanks she's fucking great for an old bird!" Sean said zipping himself back into his pants, "Could I try the other one next time though?"

"I think that is entirely possible, we'll call for a home delivery again next Saturday, keep an eye out for our call. Now off you go, we need to eat this before we head out to meet some friends."

Wish I was going to be there, Sean thought closing the door behind him.

"Melanie you will find some bowls in the cupboard under the cook top, get them and dish this stuff up for us." Adam said hauling Sharon to her feet by her tits, being careful not to crush her newly pierced nipples.

"Come with me, cunt!" he said dragging her into the bathroom where he took a washcloth, soaked it in warm water and sponged the cum from her neck, face and tits. There you go, cunt now you look a bit more respectable for dinner."

"Melanie, You can get your arse in here and clean yourself up for dinner too, but be quick."

"Yes Sir," Melanie said sliding past him into the bathroom. "Dinner is served. They pack it well, so it is still hot."

Melanie reappeared shortly afterwards as Adam and Sharon entered the dining room. "Mel be a good girl and get the rope I used to tie your hands."

"Yes sir," She said ducking into the living room again. In no time at all she was back and handed the rope to Adam. "He you are Sir."

"Thanks Mel, now turn around and cross your wrists behind."

"Sir?" She said as she placed her hands in position behind her back wondering how she would be able to eat with her hands tied behind her.

"You don't ask questions, Mel. You just do as you're told, understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied still wondering how she would be able to eat as Adam quickly secured her hands in place.

With both bound women now wondering how this meal would work out, he took the two bowls and placed them on a long occasional table, just a little lower than waist height, that stood against the side wall of the dining room. "There you go my two gorgeous playthings. Eat up quickly now, we only have about 30 minutes before we need to leave for Sam and Wayne's studio and I don't want to be late nor do I want to see any food left in the bowls. Enjoy!"

With that Adam sat down to his own meal at the opposite side of the table, so that he could watch every move that the two bound women made, took up his chopsticks and began slowly and deliberately to eat the Sichuan spicy fish, that was the signature dish of the local Chinese restaurant.

"I think, ladies, that you will find it much easier and much more comfortable if you spread your legs fairly wide to lower your centre of balance so that you don't have to bend so far. Naturally that will make the show that much more enjoyable for me, but your nutrition is what really counts, so spread them wide and get stuck into your meal. Any leftovers will attract a minimum of 20 strokes on your precious tits with the riding crop when we get back from Full Rush."

That's better, Allen thought, as they settled lower with legs wide spread, exposing the cutest pair of cunts a man could ever hope to own. Sharon and Melanie did find the lower position much better foe eating, but they still struggled with the whole notion of eating directly from their bowls. Fortunately, they were large bowls, which allowed them to get at the food relatively easily and eventually they did get the hang of it and even started to eat quite quickly. The bent over posture though meant they were continually adjusting their position to keep their balance. This was exactly what Adam wanted and for him, the constant movement of their bodies meant the show was that much better all round.

Even Adam had to acknowledge all good things eventually come to an end as the women finally managed to finish their meals and stood upright again.

"Turn around ladies!" They turned to face him. "Lovely, thanks for the show, but look at yourselves!"

For a moment Sharon and Melanie simply looked at each other and then they turned to look in the mirror on the sideboard. Sharon began to giggle at the sight of her face covered in the remnants of the spicy fish and Melanie unable to resist the funny side of their situation burst into laughter. 

"Hmmm!" Adam said trying to regain control, "looks like you two need to clean each other up a little. Off you go then, get those tongues working."

The women turned, looked at each other still laughing and poked their tongues out triggering another wave of mirth. Melanie, unhindered by any agreement to remain silent, looked at Sharon and said, "Yum, chilly slave, my favourite," as she leant over and began licking the sauce from Sharon's face with an enthusiastic slurp. Barely able to control her laughter, Sharon joined in the fun, forgetting for the moment that she needed to think about her new tongue studs and how they might affect Melanie.



One Long Dream Ch. 10



An Apology

I know it has been an eternity since the last instalment of this story: life got in the way and so did another three intertwining stories which are all quite well advanced, so they will appear here as they are ready. I have also spent a good deal of time re editing what I have already written after I read all the wonderful tips that are available to writers on Literotica.

I hope you are able to pick up the pieces and get the drift of the story again, although I know I get a real thrill by going back over what I have written to ensure that I haven't missed anything and that the actions and characters are consistent with their initial characterisation.

Once again I am sorry for the break intransmission and I hope to resume normal service as soon as I can.

S1lverF0x

One Long Dream

Chapter 10 Judgment is Nigh

Content to just watch the fun for a while Adam let the girls lick each other's faces, but then realising time was slipping away, he said, "Don't forget your breasts." 

The focus of their licking changed almost immediately to their mutual enjoyment, with tongues swirling over nipples for much longer than was necessary to actually remove any sauce that might have spilled on them. Soon female flesh was pressing sensuously against female flesh, their bodies so close that they were in constant contact and clearly exciting both of them.

Again Adam called a halt. "Enough of that now. Come here so I can untie your hands.

"Yes, Sir!" "Yes, Master!" And in an instant they both stood in front of Adam with their backs to him.

"Okay, now off you go to the downstairs bathroom, you will find everything you need to shower and clean yourselves up. And since we're in the middle of a drought, you can save water by showering together. Wash and dry each other, without touching your own body in any way. Understand?"

"Oh yes, Sir," giggled Melanie standing beside the vigorously nodding Sharon, "with pleasure, Sir."

As soon as her hands were free, Sharon grabbed Melanie's newly freed hands and led her enthusiastically toward the bathroom thinking; well this really should be fun if she's anything like Jane was.

"Ten minutes, you two, ten minutes. Washed, dried and back here. Put the cunt's corset, stockings, heels and collar back on her, Mel. Remember no touching your own bodies for anything."

While the women were away, Adam did a quick cleanup, all the time wondering whether he could really control two sexy women full-time. A few seconds reflection was all he needed; I'm going to give it a damned good go.

The sound of almost uninterrupted giggling from the bathroom, where the wet soapy bodies of his two submissives were in constant slippery, soapy contact with fingers and hands exploring breasts and pussies, convinced him that he could not only control the two women, but that it was going to be a lot of fun to boot.

With the dinner things cleared away either in the dishwasher or in the rubbish, he wandered down to the bathroom door to see what was going on. Melanie had her back against the shower wall, eyes closed, legs wide apart with Sharon's body pressed against her, their fingers deep in each other's sex and lips locked in a deep and very erotic kiss. Totally unaware of his presence they came, first Sharon and shortly after Melanie. 

Adam let them drift back down to reality, "Beautiful, that was absolutely beautiful, ladies. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." Both Sharon and Melanie nodded vigorously with huge smiles on their faces, "because I want to see a whole lot more of that. Now dry yourselves and get back out to the living room."

Emerging from the shower, each woman took a towel and attacked the other energetically, but lovingly, taking it in turns to lift their arms and spread their legs for the other to dry them off thoroughly.

A little after, well quite a lot after really, their allotted 10 minutes were up they emerged in the living room, Melanie naked in just her high heels and Sharon dressed as she had been all day, in her collar, red corset, suspenders, stockings and heels. 

"I am sorry, Sir," Melanie said, "I hope my outfit is alright, but I didn't think to bring a corset, stockings and heels, but I do have plenty at home and we could get them tomorrow and leave them here permanently if you like."

"Mel, your outfit is fine for tonight, and yes I would like you to bring your things over tomorrow. In fact why don't just move all your things in tomorrow?"

"Can I, Sir? I'd love that. My house mates are way too vanilla for my tastes and I'd love to live with you guys."

"Done, we will move you tomorrow, how much stuff do you have?"

"Not much I'm living in a share house, so I only have my bed and personal things."

"You don't need your bed here or at our mountain retreat, so we will leave it where it is and just bring your personal stuff, okay?"

"Thank you, Sir. You said you have a mountain retreat, where is that?"

"I did. It is a little south of Jindabyne on a beautiful hilltop with a view over Jindabyne to the north and the Snowy Mountains to the west. It is very secluded and private. Gets lots of sun in summer and the occasional snowfall in winter. We'll get down there as soon as we can. I can work just as easily from there as anywhere else and I have a project in mind that I want you two to work on."

"Wow, I feel I have really lucked in meeting you guys."

"I feel the same way, Mel. Now we'd better get going."

"Yes, Sir. Do you want us to get dressed for the trip over to Full Rush now?"

"Dressed, Mel? You are dressed perfectly already, why would I want you to put anything else on."

"But it is still daylight, Sir, and we will be naked, well I will be; the cunt is slightly more dressed."

"And that's just the way it should be, Mel."

"Yes, Sir."

"What's that music?" Adam asked.

"Oh shit! That's my phone, Sir," Melanie replied.

"Well you'd better get it then."

"Yes, Sir," she said trotting over to where she left her handbag, her breasts bouncing delightfully on the way, "it's probably Daddy; he said he would call me this evening."

"Oh hi, Daddy," she said looking at the caller ID display.

"Yes, Daddy, I am with that wonderful couple I told you about this morning. They are fantastic and we're getting on like a house on fire. Adam, that's the guy obviously, has asked me to move in with them, since I am going to be their pet, and we are going to bring my things over tomorrow."

"Oh yes, Daddy, he is very strong and masterful just like I said he would be this morning."

"Yes, Daddy, like I said this morning, the cunt is really delightful, she and I have already had a lot of fun together, we just had a really sexy shower together and brought each other off; I think we both really enjoyed that. Yes she is nodding away enthusiastically. I think she and I will get on very well together, we're actually quite alike, and we obviously like the same sort of things even though she is a bit older."

"Oh, Daddy, I am sure they would love to meet you, mummy and the rest of family."

"Facetime? Sure I should have thought of that. Here you go, Daddy," she said as she turned the Facetime app on and held the phone away from her body so that her father could see that she was nude.

"Yes, Daddy, of course," she said gesturing for Sharon to come to her. Adam got the message straight away and took Sharon, breast in hand, and pulled her over to stand next to Melanie, who turned the phone so that her father could see them both, "here she is. Isn't she just fucking beautiful?"

Turning the phone a little more, she said "and here is Adam. Isn't he just devine?"

"Yes, the cunt's piercings are new. Adam had them all done today, and he has offered to have me done the same way tonight. We were just going to head off as you called."

"Daddy, you know I've wanted to be pierced for a long time and while it was sweet of you to offer to have them done, I really wanted to wait for the right circumstances and I think I've got them now."

"I'm not sure Daddy, I'll ask him."

"Adam, Daddy is inviting us to Sydney to meet the family and he asked if it could be sooner rather than later. He said he will make it worth your while for him to meet the cunt."

"Sure, Mel. How about next Friday, after Christmas?"

"Daddy, how does next Friday sound? If you wanted to hold one of your trials, it would fit in perfectly with the Cedartown New Year fair on Sunday."

"Okay, Daddy we will see you next Friday night."

"Can you put mummy on to say hello for a minute? I think Adam would like that or is she tied up at the moment?"

"Hello, mummy, no don't try to speak, save your energy. With that gag in, I wouldn't be able to understand a word you say anyway." Melanie stood beside Adam and held the phone up so he could clearly see a woman hanging naked, upside down from a beam, her legs spread wide, large weights hanging from clamps on her nipples, fresh welts clearly visible across her breasts, stomach and thighs. It took him a few seconds to understand what he was looking at. "As usual, it looks like Daddy and the boys are having fun with you again, mummy." The image disappeared and the distinguished face of a man in his mid fifties appeared in its place.

"Thanks, Daddy, mummy looked fantastic. Were those fresh welts that I saw on her tits?"

"Well, keep up the good work, Daddy, love you and we'll see you on Friday. Will you get the whole family together for dinner?"

"Fantastic, I look forward to it. And, Daddy, thanks for making all this possible. I really appreciate you taking the trouble to train me properly when I was growing up, bye Daddy." 

"Wow, Mel! What kind of family did you grow up in?"

"Well, I always thought it was just a normal family, at least it was in Cedartown. Daddy ruled the family completely and mummy was his slave. He taught my brothers to be just like him and when they were old enough mummy became their slave too, until the boys married and got their own slave wives. Obviously, she is still available to them whenever they want and they often do want to use her. I came along five years after my youngest brother so by the time I was five, I was helping mummy to look after our menfolk, usually just hand jobs at that stage, but I soon learned to be able to suck a man off and that became my main function until I left school. I was taught everything a slave needs to know in the community school, how to service a man, cook, run a household, sew men's clothes and when I was twelve, Daddy got a tutor to teach me bookkeeping."

"Daddy is a judge and my brothers are both barristers in the very successful family practice in Sydney. The family still lives in Cedartown though, about two and a half hours out of Sydney, but Daddy and my brothers, like a lot of the men stay in Daddy's townhouse in Sydney during the week. Mummy, or one of my sisters, goes to Sydney each week to service the men's needs. The two women who stay at home help teach the new girls in the community school and look after other domestic chores."

"We will meet Daddy and the family at the Sydney townhouse because Daddy will want to try the cunt in his restored 19th Century courtroom. It was originally in a little town near Cedartown and he bought it, dismantled it and set it up in the grounds of the townhouse (it's really a mansion with lovely private grounds and a big, sound proof dungeon where mummy and my sisters tend to spend most of their time and energy when they are there). I used to go there too, but then Daddy thought it was bit too incestuous for him and my brothers to be fucking me too often, so he bought the Adult Store in Fyshwick and set me up in charge because of my bookkeeping and business training. It's worked out very well. I have really good staff so I don't need to be there very often in reality."

"Bloody hell, Mel. So where do the cunt and I fit in?"

"Oh don't worry, Daddy wanted me to find someone to settle down with. He has told me often he just wants me to find someone who would know how to treat me properly and provide me with security and who could fit into the broader Cedartown community. He knows I don't need to be married or anything as long as I am treated appropriately and I am secure. You guys certainly seem to fit the bill. I think Daddy will be very happy with our arrangement."

"Hmmmm, well it certainly sounds interesting, but let's gets out to Full Rush, before they think we've stood them up."

"Yes, Sir, sounds good to me."

"You two, go through to the garage, it's just through the double door past the bathroom. Wait there and I will bring the car in. It'll save you parading around the street displaying your all your best bits and attracting too much attention."

Sharon took Melanie's hand and led her out into the garage as Adam collected his keys and went out the front door. As soon as she heard the front door close Sharon turned and asked, "Was that all true, Mel, did you grow up as a virtual slave to your own father?"

"Yes, cunt, it was true, but I was not just a virtual slave; I was a real slave in effect and not just to my father but to my brothers too. All the females in Cedartown were and mummy and my sisters are still very much slaves in every sense of the word."

"How come you aren't a slave now then, why did they let you go?"

"Well as I said, Daddy thought it was ok to use a daughter as a slave sometimes, but to keep me as a full-time slave was, even for him, a bit too incestuous. Besides by the time he set me up in Fyshwick, both my brothers had married and had their own slave wives who in turn became family slaves, so Daddy had immediate access to three women whenever he wanted and his need for me lessened. That's not to say that when I go home to visit, they don't use me. They do and I often get back to work on Monday mornings sporting some serious welts; my pussy and bottom are often so sore that I can't sit down for a couple of days."

Sharon spread her arms wide offering Melanie a hug. They embraced, "You poor thing, Mel, sounds like you've had a lifetime of misery and abuse."

"Thanks, cunt, but don't feel sorry for me. There's nothing more enjoyable and fulfilling then to give a man pleasure, after all that's what we're put on earth to do. No don't feel sorry for me, I love this lifestyle. I just hope that Adam can give me what I need without screwing it up for you. I want nothing more right now than to live happily with you guys as your pet, if you'll have me."

"Adam has already said that you can be our pet. And I told him, when I first came round to see him, that I don't hold any fantasy that I will be the only one he will ever want to fuck. I just want to be the first slave in his harem, the one he marries."

"You know, cunt, you are amazing. I mean, I grew up serving men, but you only decided to do this a few days ago and already you have a really good grip on what it means to be a slave."

"Thanks, Mel, it really is important to me to make sure that Adam accepts me as his wife again. Will you teach me to be the best slave I can be? I would really love that and maybe we can share lots of showers and wrestling matches like tonight."

"Cunt, I would love to do that for you and rest assured you will always be number one, I love and respect what you've done and what you are doing. I will never, ever do anything to take away what you are earning. By the way what is your real name?"

"Thanks so much, Mel, you're a real treasure. My real name is Sharon, but everyone seems to call me cunt now, and the more they do the more appropriate it seems, so why don't you just call me cunt. I can live with that now. Now, I'm only allowed to talk when Adam calls me Sharon, so if I don't answer you sometimes that will be the reason."

Okay, cunt," Mel said smiling broadly.

"Ooops, there's the garage door, I'd better go back into silent mode again."

"Good girl, cunt." Melanie said as Adam brought the car to a halt beside them. "You're fantastic."

"Thanks," Sharon mouthed silently to Mel as Adam came around to the passenger side of the car as the garage door closed them off from the street and opened the doors for them. "cunt, you get in the front with me and, Mel, you sit in the middle of the back seat." 

The women climbed into their respective seats. "Buckle up, girls, and spread your legs wide for me," Adam told them as they put their seat belts on around their breasts and settled back into the leather seats, spreading their legs wide apart. Adam closed their doors, climbed in the driver's seat and as soon as the garage door opened again their short trip to full rush began.

"I know it's only a short trip to Full Rush, but it's getting dark quite quickly so you will have the cover of darkness to hide in when we get there."

"Now, Mel, where is Cedartown? I have never heard of it."

"No you wouldn't have, Sir; it is a small settlement of only a couple of hundred people on private land that's been in Daddy's family since the 1860s. It is a private town, or rather a small, private village."

"So where is this place?" And how did it come about?"

"It is in the Illawarra, Sir; at the head of a remote valley snuggled under a sandstone escarpment, there is only one small bush track in. It began as I said in the early 1860s. Daddy's great, great grandfather was a landholder and slave owner in the US at the outbreak of the Civil War. The trouble was he lived in the north and slave owning was not flavour of the month there. He was persecuted and rather than moving to the Confederacy, which he believed couldn't win the war, he came to Australia. When he got here he bought several thousand acres with the proceeds of his land and slave sales in America."

"He had brought several of his old employees, free men who shared his values, with him and together they established Cedartown on the property he had bought. They called it Cedartown because of the huge stands of Australian red cedar on the land. In just a short time they became very wealthy indeed."

"When they found that they couldn't actually own slaves here, they took advantage of the penal system which allowed convicts to be assigned to them. Assigned convicts were essentially slaves and the convicts assigned to Cedartown were some of the last convicts assigned in the colony of New South Wales. All the convicts they had assigned were, unsurprisingly women, because they found that if they married the women, the men could get the women Tickets of Leave, which effectively meant total control of the women convicts passed from the Government to their husbands. Naturally, they selected the youngest and prettiest girls in the convict population."

"The population of Cedartown today is descendant from those Yankees and their convict concubines. Family records show that only Daddy's ancestor had an exclusive arrangement with the woman that was assigned to him. The other women, although each was married to one of the men, were shared between all the men including my ancestor, so he had his wife exclusively and a share of all the other wives. That is exactly the way Cedartown runs today, although Daddy makes mummy available to just about anybody these days."

"Wow, you're kidding me aren't you, Mel?"

"No, Sir, I swear it is all gospel."

"That's amazing, how on earth could they keep it secret for so long?"

"Daddy and my brothers run a very tight ship and they make it very attractive for the other men to keep their mouths shut."

"Hmmmm, and your father wants us to visit your family in Cedartown?"

"Not exactly, we will visit Daddy at his townhouse in Sydney next Friday and if he tries the cunt and finds her guilty, he will likely sentence her to transportation to Cedartown and then you will be able to see it for yourself."

"I see, Mel. If I want to visit Cedartown, your Daddy, the judge, has to try the cunt and find her guilty."




One Long Dream Ch. 10



"Yes, Sir."

"But why would he try the cunt, she hasn't done anything."

"Because of the origins of Cedartown and the long tradition of owning slave wives there, Daddy believes that any woman coming from the outside has to be tried, convicted and then assigned to a man in the village. If he were to try the cunt and if he found her guilty she would be sentenced to transportation—like all the original female convicts were, although they were transported from England to New South Wales—and assigned to you. Daddy told me that this morning when I told him all about you and the cunt."

"Okay, Mel, bear with me then. You were a slave there and still get treated as one when you go home, did he try you?"

"No, I was born in Cedartown and any woman born in Cedartown is born a slave."

"Okay, I think I get it now. So if your Daddy tries a woman and finds her guilty, she is sentenced to be taken to Cedartown, is assigned, marries the man she is assigned to and becomes his slave. Is that it?"

"Exactly, sir, exactly."

"Hmmm, what do you think cunt, sounds like just the thing for you don't you think?"

Sharon had been following the conversation carefully thinking that's just what we need. If they try me and find me guilty, I get sent to this place and get assigned to Adam and become his official slave wife. She nodded.

"Well, the only thing now is to get the judge to try you cunt. How can we do that, Mel? What charges would need to be laid?"

"Daddy will take care of that, do you mind if I call him?"

"No, go ahead, Mel. Here use my phone," he said reaching back to give her the phone, "we left yours at home in your hand bag."

Mel dialled and the sound of the judge answering echoed around the car.

"Daddy, would you like to try the cunt when we come up on Friday afternoon?"

"Yes, Daddy, Adam is very keen to have her convicted and assigned to him."

"What charges do you think are appropriate?"

"Of course, Daddy, I am sorry I shouldn't have asked."

"Where should we deliver the prisoner then?"

"To the Police Office beside the Courthouse, okay Daddy, we will deliver the cunt into the Police Office on Friday afternoon. Bye, Daddy."

"Well what charges will there be, Mel?"

"Daddy said that is the subject of a Police investigation and can't be disclosed. The cunt will be charged and taken into custody at the Police Office on Friday afternoon and will be arraigned in Court within an hour of being taken into custody. She is to be delivered naked, except for any permanent jewellery, it is your choice to have her bound or not when she arrives, but traditionally the woman is manacled for the trial and the subsequent transportation and sentence."

"Brilliant, there you go, cunt, a short cut to marriage and formal slavery, what do you think?" 

Sharon simply nodded, thinking I am getting what I wanted after all and he has sort of offered me marriage and slavery and only a few minutes ago I told Mel I didn't mind how it happened as long as I was number one slave in his harem. She nodded again.

"Well done, cunt perfect answer; looks like we may have a reunion marriage coming up. Perhaps Mel will be your maid of dishonour."

"Oh yes please, Sir, yes please. Congratulations, cunt. Did I say that plural marriages are all the rage in Cedartown? Each man can have up to four formal slave wives and any number of informal wives."

"Is that a proposal already, Mel?"

"Could be, Sir, could be?"

"I will certainly keep it in mind, Mel, but first things first, "are any women your father tries found to be innocent?"

"Opps, better save that for later. Here we are at Full Rush. Ready, Mel?"

"Yes, Sir, bring it on! And, Sir?"

"Yes, Mel?"

"I know my nipples are not as big and wonderful as the cunt's, but can I please have a ring and barbell in them too?"

"I guess we'll have to see what Wayne says to that, Mel?"

"Yes, Sir."

Recovery

A little over two hours later, Adam led his little harem back into his living room and dropped onto the soft cushions of the leather chesterfield sofa. "Sharon, bring us a bottle of champers and, Mel, dig up some snack food, you'll find something in the pantry; use your imagination."

"Yes, Sir," Melanie replied on her way to the kitchen.

"Is there something wrong, Sharon?"

"Uh, no, no there is nothing wrong, Master, but you called me Sharon."

"So I did!"

"Did you mean to Master?"

"Yes, Sharon, I did, now get the bloody champagne before I decide to punish you. Our agreement is still fully intact, we are just taking a break from cuntball is all."

"Yes, Master."

"And don't forget to bring an ice bucket and glasses, Sharon, they're on the sideboard."

"Of course, Master."

Moments later, Sharon and Melanie rejoined Adam in the living room.

"Hand around the glasses, Sharon, and pass me the bottle."

"Of course, Master," Sharon said giggling."

"What's so funny, Sharon?"

"Nothing, Master, really, I just love that word."

"What Master?"

"Yes, Master, I have been dreaming of calling you that for years and never thought I would, now I just love it."

"Well that's very encouraging, and reassuring considering you will be using it for a very long time. Now, ladies bring your drinks and those beautiful bodies within reach. Come and sit beside me, Sharon on the sofa here, and Mel at our feet, like a good little pet."

Sharon showed her years of conditioning by taking a napkin that Mel had brought out with the food and placing it on the sofa to sit on.

"Don't worry about that Sharon, enjoy the feel of the leather; a bit of our cum leaking out of you on it won't hurt it. It's got lot's of protection on it."

"Are you sure, Master? I feel very full after this evening's fun."

"Yes I am sure."

"And me, Sir, are you happy for me to leave a little pool on your lovely parquetry floor?"

"Mel, the floor is easier to clean than the sofa. I am just happy that you both can leave little pools of cum around the place. You will clean it up in the morning of course."

"Ladies, I would like to raise a little toast to us. I think we have the beginnings of a really happy little family. To us!"

"To us!" "To us!"

"And now to my two precious ladies, Sharon, my number one slave and Melanie, my number two slave, may we have a very long and satisfying life together as master and slaves."

"I'll drink to that, Master," Sharon said raising her glass.

"Me too!" chimed in Melanie.

"Time to refill ladies," Adam said lifting the bottle to Sharon's glass, and then to Melanie's.

"Will we always drink Verve Cliquot, Master?"

"If I have anything to do with it, Sharon, yes. Unless of course you would prefer Moet."

"Master, if it's yours I will drink it even if it is the cheapest of the cheap."

They drank the second glass in silence, each of them reflecting on the prospect of their lives together.

"Ladies, I want you to take extremely good care of each other over the next few weeks, we've come a long way in a very short time and there are bound to be things that will arise that will test us individually and collectively. The first of those is the piercings you have had today. I am incredibly impressed that neither of you used your safe words to stop what was obviously a painful process. I understand that most people would do them one at a time, but now they are done we need for them to heal. I want you to look after each other's piercings; turn them, wash them regularly, apply antiseptic solution to each other when you wash them and between washings and use lots of aloe vera on the wounds and I am sure they will heal quickly. Can you do that for me and for each other?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Master."

Adam stood and stripped, "if it's good enough for you tonight it's good enough for me."

"Sir, you don't need to do anything for us, but I'm fucking glad you have. Looking at your beautiful body and that magnificent prick, I understand why the cunt wanted you to take her back. I can't for the life of me understand why she let you go in the first place."

"You think you have trouble understanding that, Mel, I'm totally at a loss. Not only does Adam look fucking great, he's done absolutely everything I've asked him to do so far and haven't I had fun because he has. I just wish I'd been brave, and bright, enough to have realised what I needed instead of running away from him when I did.

Adam dropped down onto the sofa, lounging in the corner one arm stretched along the back.

"Sharon, lie down along the sofa and put your head in my lap, and, Mel, move in between my legs and lean your head against my thigh."

"That's it Sharon, and yes," he told her as she put her head down on his thigh and took his cock in her fingers and brought it to her mouth gently, "if you want to, you can suck my cock." Her answer was simply to suck the head of his cock gently between her lips.

With one hand he started to stroke Sharon's head gently, sweeping her hair down in long, slow caresses that soon had her feeling totally relaxed and loved. At the same time he stroked Melanie with his other hand.

Melanie, seeing what he was doing for Sharon, began doing the same.

Silence, and exhaustion, covered them like a soft blanket. With their fingers, lips, and hair they wove a thread of belonging between them that comforted and reassured all of them.

Sharon began to draw more of Adam into her mouth. The feeling of his cock in her mouth adding to the feeling of belonging and strengthening her reassurance and turning her on. She turned over and got to her knees so that she could service her master's cock properly. Lowering her head gently, but completely, so that it touched the back of her throat as a result of her own actions for the very first time ever. She lifted her head so that she could hold the head of his magnificent prick between her lips while she swirled her tongue around the slit. Again she took the whole length into her mouth: slowly, gently, and lovingly. Again she lifted her head almost completely off the prick that had occupied her dreams for years after she let it go. 

Melanie slipped out from between Adam's legs and climbed on the sofa gently so that she wouldn't interrupt Sharon's almost meditative concentration on the cock in her mouth. Ever so slowly, Melanie moved her own hand slowly down from Sharon's head to her back, down her back and over her bottom. The hand moved gently down Sharon's thigh and then slowly, gently up the tender inside of the thigh to softly circle the older woman's sex, homing slowly, slowly, slowly in on the puffy, pierced labia, avoiding the piercings themselves, but gently opening the flower of her sex.

Sharon began moving her hips and head to the same gentle rhythm, asserting her willingness to service the cock in her mouth and claiming the right to receive the pleasure in her cunt. Fuck, she thought, I deserve to be a slave to this beautiful prick and I certainly deserve the attention of my pet. She felt a distinct pulsing in Adam's cock and took it deep in her throat sucking forcefully along the entire length of his shaft until she felt the first real twinge of his ejaculation, she pulled off him and lay her head back on his thigh and held his prick just inches in front of her nose.

Adam came forcefully and the first stream of his come blasted her nose and eyes, but she held him firmly and he continued to come on her face. Melanie, sensing what was happening, hit Sharon's clitoris with her tongue and attacked her g spot with her fingers so that even as Sharon used Adam's cock to spread his come all over her face, she felt her own orgasm ignite her soul in a volcano of ecstasy and love and rolled on her back to face the ceiling so that she could keep as much of his come on her face as she possibly could.

No one moved for a long time. Adam just sat back and stroked Sharon's hair gently while she recovered. Melanie lay her head on Sharon's mound and hugged her hips with both arms. Sharon just lay there her head on Adam's thighs moving her head gently when she felt Adam's come threatening to run off her face.

"Well, I think that settles it, we're an item of three, don't you think, ladies?"

"Oh yes, Master, that blowjob made everything we've done just so worthwhile. And I would say that, even if Melanie hadn't brought me off. To take you so far down my throat through my own actions was just so good, just so fucking sexy, that I was almost coming anyway before she got any where near my pussy."

"Sharon, I was going to give you one more challenge to overcome before I set a date for our wedding, but I am not sure it would be fair after that."

"Master, set me the challenge and when I've met it, you can set the date if you like."

"Okay, you look great with all that cum on your face by the way!"

"Thank you, Master, it will always be a pleasure to wear your cum on my face."

"I will keep that in mind, Sharon."

"Yes, Master."

"Now here is my challenge. I want to marry you in a world class garden, but I want a distinctly BDSM wedding..."

"Master! Is..."

"Ssshhhh! Listen!" he placed a finger on her cum covered lips and began to gently finger fuck her mouth. "Now as I was saying I want a BDSM wedding. But I don't know of any public gardens where we could actually get away with that so I want to build a world-class garden of my own at our mountain retreat. There is plenty of room, it's secluded and it is in an absolutely, breath-taking location. I want you to design it, Sharon. You are a qualified landscape gardener after all and you love gardens and gardening. You will have an unlimited budget for plants, paving, materials, equipment hire and we will recruit a hand-picked team of labourers. You will also be the project manager. The area I have in mind is pretty level and is about 200 metres by 200 metres and it is an absolute greenfield site, so you can do anything you want. I have a few ideas, but the design and execution will be yours. You will have 3 months. Do you still accept your challenge?"

"An unlimited budget?"

"Well it would be nice if it came in under $3 million, but I won't be too upset if it doesn't. How 'bout we say 50 lashes for every $500 thousand over the $3 million?"

"30 for every $500 thousand over and you have a deal." 

"40?"

"Okay, Master I will do it," Sharon said thinking that anyone could build a world-class garden for $3 million.

"Okay, Sharon, done.

"Now one other thing. I want to marry you at the end of summer while it is still warm enough to have an outdoor wedding."

"That's only about 3 months, Master? That's not very long."

"Nope, it's not very long! But that's your problem now. We'll talk about my ideas tomorrow over breakfast. You will live on site with the construction team until the job is finished. We'll fly to Melbourne to recruit the labourers on Wednesday; I have a friend there who has a labour hire business. They will work 7 days a week under your direction to get the job done, naturally we will need to reward them handsomely if we want them to work at that rate, but I have a few incentives in mind. I'll ring my friend tomorrow after we get back from Bob and Lyn's so that he can start the ball rolling on identifying potential labourers for us."

Oh fuck, Sharon thought, what have I done, a dedicated labour team! There goes a bunch of money, and only three months. Throwing money at it is probably the only way it can be done, but still this is the biggest commission I'll ever have and I get married at the end of it. Even if I go over budget, it will only be a little bit. Oh well, what the hell!

"Okay, Master," she said brightly, "as Melanie said earlier tonight: bring it on."

"Yaayyyyy! Go for it, Sharon." cheered Melanie as she heard the final outcome of the conversation.

"Okay then, ladies, I don't know about you, but I am tired so we are going to bed. You two go and look after your wounds and clean up ready for bed, I'll put the bottle out and clean up the untouched snacks. Mel, you can wash the cum off Sharon's face and take the plug out of her arse, it should be nice and open by now."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Master."

"And be quick about it."

In a moment, he was alone with his thoughts although he could still hear the girls giggling through the open bathroom door. Hmmm, this being in control all the time is a tough gig, he thought. Nice intense sessions and long breaks seems like the way to go. Tomorrow Bob and Lynn's, then a few days of normality, a quick trip toMelbourne, then Sydney and the judge, Cedartown and then off to start work on the garden, he thought. Yes that's achievable.

Sleep, the Cure for Everything

Just a few minutes later Adam was stepping out of his ensuite and towelling himself off. Sharon and Melanie came into his bedroom at about the same time, hand in hand and looking particularly happy with themselves. "Enjoy ourselves did we, ladies?"

"Oh yes, Master, we really did."

"Good. Now Sharon, since you won the right to sleep with me tonight we don't have to worry about your sleeping arrangements, but we need to find something for our pet to sleep on. Do you remember our divan?"

"The old solid foam one?"

"That's it. You will find it, sheets and a light summer doona in the room next door. Bring it in here and put it across the foot of my bed."

"Yes, Master."

"You can help her, Mel."

"Of course, Sir"

Another few minutes passed before the divan was in position and being made up.

"I think the divan will have to live in here, so that whoever is not sharing my bed is close by. Tonight that will be Mel, sometimes it will be you, Sharon, and sometimes it will be empty because you will both be sleeping with me. But now I'm going to bed. Sharon, there's some lube in the right hand bedside cabinet. You can lube up your arse for me, before we kill the lights. Don't be shy and use plenty. While she's getting ready, Mel," Adam said turning his rapidly growing member towards the delightful woman, who had offered to become their pet, "give me that mouth of yours for a while, it felt fucking fantastic through the gag earlier, but I bet it feels pretty good without the gag too."

"Oh yes, Si..." He didn't let her finish.

"You've got one hell of a mouth Mel, I love how it just opens on demand. What a find. Look at her, Sharon, I only had to touch my cock on her lips and she's already taken it to the hilt: you need to learn to do exactly the same thing."

Adam realised just how well trained Melanie was as she simply gave him her mouth to fuck while she used her hands to cup and caress his balls with one and gently finger his anus with her other.

"Hmmm, that's fucking good, Melanie, you will need to teach Sharon how to do that too. Thanks!"

Before she realised it he pulled out of her mouth and walked over to Sharon, "On your knees beside the bed, Sharon, and lay your tits down on it and lift your arse up for me. That's it," she heard as she felt him parting the cheeks of her bottom and pressing the head of his cock against her rectum.

"Relax, girl, it's not the first time you've been fucked in the arse and it most certainly will not be the last time." He pushed against her, she resisted. He pushed harder and she felt the helmet of his cock push inside her a little. He pushed further and she felt her sphincter open a little, not uncomfortably and then he just stayed where he was exerting a gentle pressure until he felt her relax. He pushed again and she felt the helmet push inside her completely. He waited, she relaxed and he pushed again this time hard and right into her. "Aaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh, fuck!"

"Oh that's good, Sharon," he pushed his entire length into her, "really, really good. Now just relax," and he reached under her to find her clitoris as his fingers and prick began moving to a steady, gentle rhythm. 




One Long Dream Ch. 10



At first shocked that he would just take her without any foreplay, Sharon quickly warmed to the simultaneous stimulation of her clitoris and bottom. Thank god he had that plug in me for so long, she thought, at least it had my bum open and ready for him and, who'd have thought, it does really feel pretty, bloody good. If he keeps this up for a while I could definitely get off on it.

She began lifting and moving her hips back to meet his thrusts and even started moaning gently into the doona under her face. "That's it, Sharon, go get 'em, you sexy little cunt," he encouraged her as he concentrated on maintaining his steady pace. "Aren't you glad I did all that tantric training and practice?"

"Oooohh, yes, Master, I don't know how you do it, but I am really starting to love it. Fuck my arse, Master, fuck it good! I am so sorry I denied you for so long. Oh, fuck can I come, Master?"

"Whenever, you're ready, Sharon, whenever you're ready."

"Oooooohhhhhh, fffuuuuucccckkk, mmmmm....aaaaaggggghhhhh, ooohhh yeeessss!"

While Sharon blissed out in absolute ecstasy, Adam slowed his rhythm right down so that she was only just aware that he was still buried deep in her body. "Sharon, you have no idea how good it feels to have my cock so deep in your arse and feeling every little quiver of your little eruption. I know I am going to be spending a lot more time right here."

Even before, Sharon had completely recovered he lifted her torso from the bed and then carefully manoeuvred her right leg so that her foot was flat on the floor before he stood, lifting her, still fully impaled on his erect staff, to her feet.

"Mmmmmm, that's so nice," she whispered as he turned and slowly sank back onto the bed taking her with him. A little more manoeuvring and soon they lay on their sides in a variation of the way they used to spoon when they were married. Back then she would be wearing pyjamas making it impossible for him slip his cock into her pussy, let alone her arse. Now with his erection still deep inside her he invited her to sleep, "sleep well, Sharon, tomorrow is another day and you will need your rest. Good night Sharon."

"Good night, Master, and thank you."

"My pleasure, good night, Mel."

"Good night, Sir, and thank you too."

He reached behind him to kill the lights and completely content, he allowed himself a few gentle thrusts into his ex-wife before laying his head on his pillow and falling into a deep sleep.

Sharon too felt a deep contentment and an incredible connection, obviously physical and emotional, to her former husband. Amidst the pleasant confusion of thoughts crowding her mind she realised, he must have forgotten that he was going to punish me tonight, oh well perhaps I should remind him—in the morning. What an odd thought, that I should remind him to whip me. We have come a long way haven't we and to fall asleep with his cock in my arse is just unbelievable. How slutty is that? But fuck it feels good! Will it always be this fucking good... and I've got to design a garden to be married in... a BDSM wedding? What the fuck is that? Mmmmm, it does sound interesting though... a white dress wedding... I can just see him tying me up and fucking me in front of the guests... who should I invite to see him ravish me? Better not invite family... will he want to whip me on my wedding day? Publicly? 

The images kept coming igniting a little fire that had her moving her body gently on the cock in her arse.

"Lie still and go to sleep Sharon, there's plenty of time or play tomorrow."

"Yes, Master, sorry," and she did lie still and let sleep gradually take her away into a dreamy world where, dressed in a white wedding dress that left her breasts, sex and bottom completely exposed, Adam forced her to her knees and took her orally before offering her mouth to their wedding guests. She was in the middle of an exquisite garden surrounded by hundreds of beautifully dressed guests drinking French champagne and eating canapés served by Melanie and Lynn. All around her she heard, cheerful, friendly conversation as Adam led her—clad, now that he had removed her dress, in a white lace corset that gave her body an hour-glass shape and lifted her breasts without covering them, matching stockings, suspenders and heels—from one torture device, where he would first whip her and then invite the nearest of their guests to lay a few strokes on her, to another until she had been used at all eight punishment and torture stations. The images began to fade as she and Adam finally climbed onto their small carriage, complete with a "Just Married" sign on the back of it and with the traditional shoes and cans tied to strings hanging from the back. The last thing she saw, after she threw her bouquet to the crowd was Adam cracking his whip first on Melanie's bare arse and then on Lynn's equally naked rump as the carriage lurched into motion behind them.

A New Day Dawns

The sun was just peeking through a gap between the curtains as Adam thought he felt something moist touch his penis. Having spent so many years sleeping by himself it took him a little while to realise exactly what was happening. Like everything else that had happened over the last couple of days, this was a dream come true. Not sure whether it was Sharon or Melanie, he reached beside him to see if Sharon was still there, she wasn't. A little exploration with his hand told him that it was indeed Sharon whose mouth was now sliding down over his erection. Content to just to let her do her thing without interruption he lay back and revelled in the unexpected, but very welcome attention she was giving him.

As he did every time he had an erection, he began to focus on maintaining mental control over his physical reaction to Sharon's ministrations. It seemed his Tantric training always came to the fore to ensure he got the most pleasure out of every single hard-on. Sharon was surprised, again, at his ability to get and stay hard for so long without coming. 

When they'd been together, yes, he'd been unable to perform and do it two or three times a night, and he was really able to hold off coming for a very long time, but certainly nothing like what he is doing now. How on earth can he do it, she thought. How can he possibly stay so fucking hard for so fucking long and I've never felt anybody so hard before in my life. And he just keeps doing it and doing it. He always had a magnificent cock, but now, wow! While she was thinking this she felt a hand slide up her thigh and cover her sex. Mmmmmmm. The hand didn't stay still for long though and she felt two fingers gently slip between her labia and a thumb begin circling her clitoris. Who cares how long he can stay hard, she thought, if I get treated like this every time, he can stay hard for his entire life. Pretty soon it was evident that while she took the initiative and started this little interaction, he was actually in control, and it was she who was going to get the benefit. Her moans of delight were getting steadily louder and louder. So much so that Melanie popped her head up over the edge of the bed to see what was going on.

"You guys started without me. Can I join you please," she said climbing over the end of the bed. "Can I do that you please, Sir? Why don't you just relax and let us look after you? After all, Sir, you deserve to have your slaves pamper you I mean that's what we're here for, Sir."

"Of course you're right, Melanie." Removing his hand from Sharon's sex, "please look after Sharon's needs, with your mouth of course."

"Thank you, Sharon. That was a fantastic way to wake me up. Feel free to do that any morning that you are not tied up or otherwise indisposed. Of course, you can do the same too, Melanie. Now, Sharon, why don't you just turn around and give your young friend a loving little 69 while I go and get breakfast. When you are finished you can get up and have a shower. Same rules as last night though, no touching your own body and, Melanie, put the plug back in Sharon's arse for the day."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Master, with pleasure."

Grinning from ear to ear at the sight of his two naked slaves pleasuring each other on his bed, Adam walked out and down to the kitchen his erection still leading the way. One thing he had always told Sharon, was that it wasn't the destination that was so important for him it was always the journey. His greatest joy in life was having an erection. It never failed to lift his spirits, to allow him to soar to heights of pleasure that few people could understand. He knew that for most people including his ex-wife, and possibly Melanie, coming was often more important then the foreplay. He was happy to oblige them and practice his own form of tantric self-control that allowed him to stay hard for so long giving him such an incredible feeling of power and pleasure.

He busied himself with the preparations for breakfast, preparing what would have been for many people a veritable feast for the three of them. He noticed from the sounds of footsteps moving between the bedroom in the bathroom above him that that the girls must have at least moved on from their mutual pleasuring on the bed and were probably engaging right now in mutually pleasuring each other in the shower. He didn't mind and instead thought he should encourage it as much as possible, as long as it did not interfere with his own pleasure.

It took another 10 min or so, before they appeared in the kitchen, naked and giggling. "Did you want us to dress at all, Sir?" I know we're going out to visit your friend's pony farm, but we weren't sure how you wanted us to dress. We weren't even sure where you put the clothes you'd bought yesterday morning, we figured you'd probably want Sharon in the corset again or at least another one of the corsets but just couldn't find them."

"Let's not worry about that just now, Melanie, we'll eat first and then get you ready."

"Master, as I was falling asleep last night, I realised that you were going to give me 40 strokes and I really don't want to be responsible for somehow weaselling out of it. I mean, I didn't want to tell you either, but then I didn't want to be responsible and possibly get punished for not telling you."

"Well, that is very brave of you Sharon, very brave indeed. To tell the truth I'd actually forgotten. There was so much going on yesterday, but now you mention it we can't let it just go, can we?"

"No, Master, I agree, not that I want you to whip me necessarily but, I really don't want to be seen to be trying to welch on any part of our agreement."

"Well, I tell you what, Sharon, I have to reward your honesty and your dedication to our agreement, so as a reward I will halve the punishment I was going to give you so that you will get 20 strokes instead of 40. We'll do it straight after breakfast. As soon as you and Mel clear away the breakfast things we will stretch you out over the table and give you 10 strokes on your arse with the paddle and the rest on your tits with the cane. Obviously the strokes on your tits will be delivered on the meaty bits of your breasts so that we don't harm those beautiful nipples. By the way, have you treated your piercings this morning?"

"Yes, Master, we have. In fact, Melanie was very, very careful and very meticulous in looking after mine and I did try really hard to do the same for her."

"How are they feeling today?"

"Better-than-expected actually, Sir. They are a little tender, but otherwise they're not too inflamed at all. I think the aloe vera will make them heal very quickly."

"Good, now let's eat. Feel free to help yourself to everything; hopefully this will be a typical summer breakfast for us. There's lots of fruit and cereal and if you'd like, some scrambled eggs. I even have some really first-class smoked ham."

"Looks fantastic, and I would really, really love some scrambled eggs especially if you've got ham that is anything like the ham that we have at Cedartown."

"Can't promise that, Mel, it can't be anywhere near as good as what you'd get on the farm, but it is pretty good. So that's ham and scrambled eggs for Melanie what about you, Sharon?"

Yes please, Master, I'd love some as well."

"Okay, sit down and help yourselves to the fruit and cereal, I'll get the ham and eggs."

They ate in silence for a while, but as he brought the ham and eggs to the table, Adam said, "we have a few things we need to talk about before we head off to Bob and Lynn's today."

"Yes, Master?"

"Last night, Sharon, you agreed to undertake my garden project in the mountains. I said I had some are some ideas."

"Yes, Master?"

"What I had in mind is a very formal, European style of layout. A large diamond shape with axes running North-South and East-West. At each point of the diamond and in the centre of the diamond, I want a garden room. What do I mean by a garden room? I mean a discrete space about 10 metres in radius either circular or square, I know squares don't have radiuses, but you know what I mean. Each garden room will hold about 50 or 60 people comfortably sitting at tables and chairs or twice that many standing around a central feature in each space. The actual shape, the actual size is up to you. That is part of your detailed design, but each room, garden room that is, will be visually separate from every other room. That means trees and shrubs etc will prevent people in one garden room seeing clearly what's happening in the other garden rooms. I want paved pathways to connect the rooms and I want the rooms themselves to be paved as well. Preferably, paved with some kind of flagstones or similar; something that you can walk comfortably on barefoot, but walk equally comfortably on in high heels. At the centre of each of the garden rooms I want a whipping post of some kind. Each garden room is to have a different kind of whipping post. Your job Sharon is to design the gardens, the garden rooms and to implement the design. You have total responsibility for finalising the design and making it happen. You will also find or design the whipping posts. They should be in timber or iron with iron fittings or provision for leather fittings. You are my intended victim and each of the whipping posts should be custom-made to present a different part of you for punishment in the best way possible. I mean one device should be optimised to present your arse, another your tits, another your cunt, etc. Obviously I'm also going to use them for our little pet here as well. Are you still keen, Sharon? Not that you have a choice now you've already agreed."

"Master, you already told me that you wanted a BDSM wedding and that the garden was being designed for it, so I assumed that it would be something along the lines that you've just described. And yes, I did agree and I will do it. I'm not sure where I'm going to find whipping posts like you described, but I'm sure there'll be something on the web to find. So yes, master, I will do it and I will do it on time, for you."

"No, Sharon, you will do it for us. In fact, you will do it for you."

"Yes master, I will do it for me. It will be the most beautiful garden that you have ever seen, fit for a beautiful wedding. Master, may I ask how you see the wedding? Will it be a white wedding?"

"Well to tell the truth, Sharon, I haven't thought about it all that much, but yes I think it should be a white wedding. I think we need to have a wedding dress designed. I have a vision of you in flowing white material that drifts like a cloud around your body presenting those magnificent tits clearly and with waves of material parting to reveal your gorgeous cunt and your beautiful arse. Naturally, you'll wear white stockings, a white suspender, white heels, white corset, and white collar, cuffs and veil."

"Master, I can't believe it, and you have just described the dream I had last night."

"Really, Sharon, tell me more."

"Well, I was dressed just as you described, although the dress was designed to be always open to expose my tits, pussy and arse, rather than drifting open. We were in a garden; there were hundreds of very well dressed guests although some clearly submissive women wore elegant, but very revealing outfits. Melanie and Lynn were serving the guests dressed in pony gear that left their tits, arses and pussies completely exposed. The guests were all drinking champagne and eating canapés and were obviously very happy as they watched the service. When the preacher reached the end of the service he pronounced us master and slave and said you may now fuck the bride, or do anything else to her that you feel is appropriate. You turned to me, and after giving me a quick kiss on the lips, pushed me to my knees and fucked my face for a little while before you invited the best man to do the same and while he fucked my face you invited the preacher and the rest of your groomsmen to do the same too. They did, while you watched and encouraged them as you drank champagne."

"Yes, very interesting, Sharon, tell me more."

"Well, once the groomsmen had finished with me, you attached a white lead to my collar and led me to the centre of the garden where you stripped my dress and veil off. Then you picked up a leather flogger and whipped me a few times before giving the flogger to your best man and inviting him to whip my arse. When he finished you gave the flogger to your groomsmen. For the next hour or so you led me to different parts of the garden where you invited the guests to use me, fuck me or whip me. Finally, you took me to the entrance of the garden where Melanie and Lynn waited hitched to a small carriage. The carriage was decorated with old tin cans and shoes and things and had a great big "Just Married" sign on the back. You helped me onto the carriage and whipped Mel and Lynn and we left for our honeymoon. It was all very sexy and romantic and got me very hot."

"Well, I think we should work to make our wedding as close as possible to your dream, don't you think?"

"Yes, Master, if that's what you'd like."

"What do you think, Mel? Sound reasonable?"

"Sir, it sounds like your future bride has been spying on Cedartown weddings. What she described would not be at all unusual in Cedartown.

"Great, we have a plan then. Now let me show you both how to operate the espresso machine so that you know exactly how to make my coffee. Then after you have brought me my coffee, you will clean up here and join me in the living room."

"Yes, Master."

"Yes, Sir."

"Well done, ladies," Adam said placing his empty coffee cup on the table beside the sofa. "You will find yesterdays' purchases under the desk in my study. Mel, you know how I like Sharon dressed and Sharon, see if the corsets fit Mel, you look to be about the same size and even though I think you'd be able to squeeze Mel's beautiful ripe melons into your bras, fitting her into the same size corsets and suspenders should be a breeze. Bring the blindfolds with you, now go and dress each other and be quick about it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Master," the pair giggled as they trotted out of the room.

10 minutes later, they returned.

"Oh, don't you two look absolutely gorgeous: a vision straight from heaven."

"Thank you, Master, I'm so happy to please you."

"Good, so you're perfectly happy with our arrangements then, Sharon."

"Oh yes, Master, very happy."

"Me too, Sir"

"Of course, you are, Mel."



One Long Dream Ch. 11



A little unexpected diversion from the main story.

Please take a moment and jot down a comment and vote - at the moment it's like writing in a void I have no idea if I am on the right track or not. Should I write anymore? Silly question really because I have three novel length stories that I can serialise now, but there doesn't seem to be any point. So when you would like some more let me know. 

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Chapter 11

A funny thing happened on the way to the farm

As the pristine van, with its dark, tinted windows pulled out into the street, Adam asked his latest acquisition, "Mel, with all that goes on at Cedartown, is there ever any pony play?"

"You mean like we're going to do today?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm, yes, but I'm not sure you would call it play. It was pretty serious, every girl trained right through school and there were annual championships and stuff, and after girls left school there were gymkhanas four times a year and each man was expected to enter all his slaves who weren't pregnant in them. Every woman had her own custom harnesses and tack, there were a couple of specialist leather workers who were virtually assured full time work producing pony girl gear."

"Really, tell me more."

"We'll, I competed until Daddy sent me down here, and I still go back to all of the gymkhanas to have a run, although I've become a bit less fit now and a bit rusty so I am not really competitive anymore. Mummy was a champion filly at school and was champion mare several years in a row, which was the main reason that Daddy married her."

"So do you still have your harness and other stuff?"

"Yep, keep it under my bed just in case."

"Where do you live?"

"In lovely a little house in Campbell."

"Great, that's on the way. Or at least not far off it, could we pick it up now."

"I guess, but I don't have my keys. They're in my handbag back at your place and I'm not really dressed to drop in on my housemates."

"Don't worry about that. Do you know their number?"

"Of course, it's my number too, Sir."

"We'll, here you go, Mel," handing her his mobile, "call them and tell them that you need to pick something up, but you've forgotten your keys and we will be there in five minutes."

"Hi, Liz, it's Mel. Yeah, good morning to you too... Yes, it's been a great morning actually... I'm with some friends and we're on our way out and I need to pick some gear up from home... Trouble is I left my keys at my their place, can you or Guy let me in please... We'll be there in a few minutes... Thanks and oh by the way, get ready for a bit of a surprise... No, you'll see soon enough... Thanks, see you in a few minutes."

"Well done, Mel, now you'd better give me some directions."

Less than five minutes later, Mel said, "it's the third house on the left, Sir, and you can park in the driveway since my car is at your place."

"Oh, I see, Mel, after a little cover, eh?"

"Can't hurt, Sir, I'm only thinking of Guy and Liz' reputation in the neighbourhood, after all I'm moving in with you guys, but they are pretty straight and need to live with the neighbours gossiping about having a nude woman standing on their doorstep."

"Good thinking, Mel, and very neighbourly. But we will still go to the front door. The hedge will just mean a little less exposure, I'll come in with you to make sure everything is okay."

"Yes, Sir."

A few minutes later, after what could only be described as a leisurely stroll across the lawn behind the hedge with him holding her elbow and a nervous moment, at least for Melanie, "come on, come on, open the fucking door, guys," an unsuspecting Liz opened the door to her friend and stopped dead in the middle of the doorway. "G'day... Mel..., holy shit, Mel, you forgot your clothes too!"

"Hello, you must be Elizabeth, I'm Adam, and no Mel didn't forget her clothes, she is dressed just the way I want her, aren't you, Mel?"

"Ah, yes, that's, uh, right, now let us through please," she asked Liz who was still blocking the doorway.

"Oh, yes, yes sorry," Liz mumbled still in shock as she stepped back out of the way allowing her housemate to enter the hallway with Adam half a step behind her. "Lovely, isn't she, Liz?" Adam asked.

"Ah, ah, ummm, I... I..., yes, I suppose she is."

"Well, anyway I certainly agree..., ugh," Liz' elbow in the ribs of the rather handsome man in his boxer shorts stopped him from saying anymore.

"You would, wouldn't you. You've been trying to get into her pants since she moved in."

"Not quite so fast there, Mel," Adam said grabbing her elbow, "you need to introduce me to Guy, if I am not mistaken."

"Ah, yes, Adam, this is Guy, my housemate and Guy, this is Adam, my..., my..."

"new owner, isn't that right, Mel?"

"I, I guess so."

"Where are you manners, Mel? I guess so who?"

"I guess so, Sir."

"Good girl. Now go and put your stuff on."

"Put it on, Sir? Here?"

"Yes here, Mel."

"All of it?"

"Yes, Mel, all of it.

"Sir, I don't think the headdress will fit in the car if I put it on."

"All right then, leave the headdress off."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, it might take her a while to get ready, so do you mind if I bring my ex-wife in while you get us a coffee?"

"Ah, ah sure." Guy was more than a little unprepared to be serving coffee to invited guests at this hour; especially guests that acted as if they own the place and Guy and Liz were mere servants.

"Thanks, Guy. I see you enjoyed the show."

"What? How?"

"Your boxers don't hide much, mate."

Another elbow from Elizabeth caught him by surprise, "that turned you on did it, you bastard?"

"You bet it did," Guy replied rubbing his ribs, "it would turn any red blooded male on and probably a lot of women as well. I bet your knickers are soaking."

"Don't count on it, buster."

"I'll let you guys sort that out while I get my ex."

"Sure, and don't let this little ice maiden put you off, I'd love to meet your ex, if your present little number is anything to go by. I'll get you a coffee."

"Thanks," the door closed behind him as Adam went to bring Sarah in.

By the time Adam returned with Sharon in tow, he heard Liz from the kitchen, "...what if she is dressed like Mel is. It's on the cards you know."

"Yes, I know and if she is then let's enjoy the show. They obviously don't mind."

"Nor do you, by the look of that bulge in your boxers, it hasn't gone down any and they aren't even in the room."

"Like I said, seeing any woman dressed like Mel would turn any bloke on."

"Well shouldn't you at least try to hide your fucking hard on from Mel and her friend."

"Why, I might get lucky."

"What do you mean get lucky, buster? You're my partner."

"So? Doesn't mean I wouldn't like a blow job or anything else that might be going, even from you."

"Fat chance of me giving you anything with that lot here."

"Oh, well I'll take my chances in my boxers then."

"Hey, guys, I thought that coffee might be ready?" Adam said as he sauntered into the kitchen, sorry to disrupt your morning so much, but we'll be on our way as soon as Mel is ready."

"Sure, Adam and the coffee is ready. Liz, grab a couple of mugs for me."

"Okay, but I'd be a lot happier if you'd put some more clothes on."

"Nah, don't bother mate, we'll be gone soon," Adam replied "and the girls love to see the effects they have on guys. They're also pretty good at taking care of those effects too."

"Look, I'm sorry, Adam," Liz was telling him as they made their way back to the lounge room, "but I'm not going to have you offering up your women to seduce my partner, I think you should... Shit! Is that your ex-wife? She's dressed the same as Mel, or near as damn it."

"Yes, Liz, this is my ex-wife, cunt, cunt this is Liz and Guy, Mel's housemates."

"Hello, Guy, hi Liz, nice to meet you. It's alright you can call me cunt, everyone else does now and I'm used to it."

"Hello, cunt..., ugh. Liz will you stop fucking elbowing me in the ribs."

"You can't call a woman, cunt, she must have a real name."

"My name is cunt, Liz, at least while Adam say it is, just accept it. Did I hear you say you have some coffee for us?"

"Yes, cunt, we do," Guy told her moving out of range of his wife's elbow. How do you like it? Nice outfit by the way."

"Could I have a little milk and one sugar please, Guy, and thanks for the compliment, I really appreciate it. I'm still getting used to being dressed like this, but it is becoming more and more comfortable. And besides, this is how Adam wants me to dress for him, I don't have any real say. Adam will have his black, no sugar."

"Thanks, cunt, nice of you to think of me."

"My pleasure, Master."

"Master? What the fuck is going on here?" Liz asked exasperated, "I mean my housemate turns up naked--"

"Mel isn't naked, Liz, she' wearing--"

"Nothing that covers anything important, and now we have another equally naked woman, who calls herself cunt and her ex husband Master and you've got an erection pushing your boxers to their limit and is in danger of bursting out at any moment, what the fuck is going on?"

"I get the feeling you're a little uncomfortable, Liz."

"A little fucking uncomfortable? Too fucking right I am... Oh shit, Mel, what's all that stuff you're wearing? Oh my fucking god, you look like some pony girl or something."

"You're right, Liz. Adam is taking his ex..."

"You mean the cunt don't you?" Guy asked.

"Yes, I see you've been introduced properly, you're right he's taking the cunt, and me to a friend's place so that the cunt can get her first taste of being a pony girl."

"Her first taste, Mel?" Liz asked, "what about you?"

"Me? Oh, Liz, I've been doing this for a long time and now Adam wants me to help train the cunt."

"And you enjoy being all trussed up like a horse with your boobs, pussy and bum on display?"

"Actually, Liz, I love it."

"Cool," chimed in Guy, openly handling his erection through his boxers now.

"Yeah it is, Guy, I just haven't had much opportunity to get into it living here and I really didn't want to push myself on you guys at all, so I waited patiently until the right opportunity showed up and it did yesterday morning when Adam brought the cunt over to the shop."

"But you and, and er, the..., I mean..."

"You mean the cunt don't you, Liz?" Adam asked draining the last of his coffee.

"Yes."

"We'll say what you mean."

"You and the..., the..., the cunt are as good as naked in front of us and she called him Master as if she was a slave or something and now you're dressed up like you should be pulling a cart..."

"You're right on all counts, Liz. We are naked for all intents and purposes, it makes us available for whatever Adam has in mind for us. And yes, the cunt is a slave to Adam and yes, you can be pretty sure that we will both be pulling carts when we get to Adam's friend's farm in a little while. And just to make sure you really understand what is going on, as of yesterday afternoon, I am their pet, which effectively means I am also Adam's slave, and will be living with them. I am moving out this afternoon." 

"Oh my god, and are they whip marks on the..., the cunt's breasts and bottom?

"Yep, they sure are, Liz."

"And all those rings, Mel, are they new?"

"Yep, got 'em yesterday thanks to Adam. Aren't they neat, Liz?"

"I, I don't know."

"Yeah, you do know, they're either neat or not you know, Liz?" Adam asked

"We'll, I guess they are kind of sexy."

"And what about the pony gear, Liz?",he asked, "doesn't it make Mel look stunning? The shiny black leather against her lovely white skin. Look at how it makes her tits stand out neat and proud. Aren't they beautiful?" 

"Yes, I guess I have to agree that Mel's breasts are beautiful."

"Beautiful, Liz? They're fucking gorgeous," her husband corrected her. 

"Yes, I guess they are really."

"Do you like the look, feel and smell of leather, Liz?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"Come here, Liz," Adam said reaching out for her hand, pulling her firmly over to where Mel stood, and placing it on the leather strap around Mel's right breast, "feel the quality of this leather. That's it, Liz, lean in and really feel it, smell it."

Liz' nose was almost touching Mel's breast now and she certainly couldn't help but drink in the smell of Mel's arousal as well as the smell of the leather.

"Hmmmm, yes it does smell lovely," she ran her hands over the straps and Mel's breasts breathing in the heady aroma and luxuriating in the sensuous feel of her housemate's skin.

"Actually she loves leather, don't you, Liz?" Guy chirped in.

"Uh, uh, I do."

"She has leather jeans, coats and even a skirt and bolero outfit she likes to wear without anything under it so she can feel the leather against her tits and bum."

"Really, Guy," Adam said, "that sounds like something I'd really like to see. How about this afternoon when we come back for Mel's things? How about that, Liz, will you model your leather skirt and bolero for us this afternoon?"

"Ummm, I'm not sure."

"Not sure of what, Liz?"

"Whether I should do that for strangers."

"Why are you not sure, Liz?"

"I guess I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I don't know."

"If you did know, what would you be scared of?"

"Liking it I guess."

"Liking what, Liz?"

"The feeling."

"What feeling, Liz?"

"You know the thrill that someone could see me."

"Does that excite you, Liz?"

"A bit."

"A bit or a lot, Liz?"

"I guess a lot."

"What does it feel like to be excited, Liz?"

"You know, I get all tingly and turned on."

"Does anything else scare you, Liz?" Adam put his arm around her and pulled her to him without resistance.

"Yes."

"What else scares you, Liz?" He began stroking her back gently and she leant her head on his shoulder, her long blond hair flowing down his back.

"What I might do when I'm turned on."

"And what might you do when you are turned on, Liz?"

"I don't know, I've never let myself be really turned on."

"But you'd like to wouldn't you."

"I don't know."

"Yeah, you do know, don't you."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Look at Mel, Liz, doesn't she look absolutely gorgeous?"

"Mmmmm," she nodded.

"And look at the cunt, does she look happy or sad?"

"She looks happy and content."

"That's right, Liz, she does look happy and content and why does she look happy and content?"

"I don't know."

"She looks happy and content, because she allowed herself to be turned on more than she ever thought was possible, so turned on that she was no longer afraid of the consequences of her excitement. Now she looks for sexual arousal in everything. Is that right, cunt."

"Yes, Master."

"So, my lovely, Liz, will you model your leather skirt and bolero for us this afternoon?"

"Uh, uh, yes, I guess I could. When will you be back?"

"Why don't you just change after lunch so that when we drop in, you'll be ready, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Good then, we have a date and don't forget, nothing under it, okay, so you get the maximum benefit of the leather against your skin.

"Okay."

"Good girl," he said patting her on the bottom as he let her go smiling now.

"Wow, I'm impressed, Adam, she would never have agreed to that for me."

"Maybe."

"Well, she's never worn the bolero and skirt in front of anyone but me, without underwear and blouses getting in the way."

"Things change, Guy. Now, Liz, don't forget we have a date."

"I won't forget."

"Well then, in the meantime, we better get going, but before we do, would you like a little relief for that swelling you're massaging there, Guy?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"The cunt is very keen to improve her oral skills and would leap at any opportunity to get some practice, wouldn't you, cunt?"

"Yes, Master, I would if you allow it."

"I trust you don't mind helping the little lady out, Guy."

"Not at all, I would be delighted to help her get some practice."

"I fucking mind," Liz shouted, "he's not getting any gratuitous blow job from some sex slave we hardly know."

"Okay, Liz, I'm sorry, I should have told Mel to look after your husband's very obvious discomfort. After all you've known Mel for a long time."

"No, that's not what I meant. You can't make these women give him a blow job and you can't make him take one either."

"Okay, Liz, I take the point. Guy, would you like one of these ladies to give you a blow job before we go?"

"Shit yeah."

"There you go, Liz, I'm not forcing him to do anything and he clearly wants a blow job before we go, and you said he can't have one from the cunt or from Mel, that only leaves you and me and I'm not giving him one. That only leaves you."

"That sounds fair, Liz," her husband said.

"What's fair about it?"

"Well, we all agree I deserve a blow job and you've told everyone that they can't do it, that leaves only one option. Come here!"

"I can't give you a blow job in front of all these people."

"Why not?"

"Why not?"

"Yes, why not. It's not a difficult question."

"Because it wouldn't be right."

"Well, let's ask them. Adam, cunt, Mel, would it be alright with you if my wife gave me a blow job in front of you?"

"Of course it would be alright."

"Yeah, of course, Guy, no problem."

"I'd love to see her blow you."

"That's not what I meant, Guy! I know they wouldn't mind, they probably do it all the time."

"You're probably right, Liz, and it's okay with me too," he said as he eased his erection out of the confines of his boxers.

"Ooh, that's nice, Guy," Melanie sighed, "I'd love that in my mouth right now."

"Ooo, yes, you're right, Mel," Sharon chimed in, "it looks absolutely delicious, nice and long and fat. And you know what, Mel, when you learn just how good it feels to give a really great blow job, it doesn't matter how the guy feels, it is all about doing it for your own pleasure."

"I know exactly what you mean, cunt, it's incredibly sexy taking a beautiful cock down my throat, especially if I get to play with myself at the same time."

"You know most women, don't know what they are missing, by not sucking cock."

"Liz," Mel pleaded, "if you're not going to suck him off please let me. I've been lusting after Guy's cock ever since the first time I saw you guys screwing.

"You saw us making love?" 

"You must have thought I wasn't home or something, because you we're going for it on the sofa one night, then you left your bedroom door open a couple of times."

"Fuck, so you've probably already seen me suck him off."

"Well, I saw his cock in your mouth, but you clearly need a lot of practice."

"Jeezus, how did that feel, to snoop on us like that?"

"I felt intensely jealous because I would have loved to have been part of it and I had to make do with fingering myself while I watched."

"But you'd be happy to watch me blow Guy now?"

"Absolutely, Liz."

"Would you suck a man off in front of other people?"

"Liz, I'd suck a dick like Guy's on national prime time television without a moment's thought."

"You guys aren't going to leave until I do this are you?"

"Nope," Adam said, "and we need to get a move one, so get on your knees and get sucking, girl," and under the pressure of his hands on her shoulders she slowly sank to her knees in front of her husband.

"Don't worry about style, Liz, just do like you always do for now. The cunt and I can give you some pointers later after we've seen what you can do, but for now just get it into your mouth and let Guy, take charge, he won't last long. He's been nursing that hard on for ages now, I can almost see it pulsing already."

"Guy," Mel said soothingly as if she was telling him how to massage his wife, "you need to really take charge here, hold her head in your hands and guide it onto your cock as you want it. Liz, just keep your mouth open, that's it and keep your tongue under his cock as he moves it in and out through your lips. Great. How does that feel, Guy, as she just keeps her mouth open like that for you?"




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"Fucking fantastic, just beautiful."

"Tell her how good it feels."

"Liz, fucking your mouth like this feels like slipping into a beautiful, slippery liquid tunnel. Your mouth just feels so good around my cock."

"And how does that feel for you, Liz, just letting his cock slide backward and forward over your tongue like that. Does it feel good?"

"Mmmm, mmm," she nodded.

"Aren't you glad now that you decided to give him a blow job?"

"Mmm, mmmm," she nodded again.

Mel reached over, took Liz's hand and placed it in the crotch of her own track pants and held it there for a moment before Liz began stroking her mound gently. Seeing the look on Liz' face change, Mel again took Liz' hand and this time slipped it into the front of the woman's track pants. It was soon obvious to everyone that Liz wasn't wearing knickers, and from the slurping noise coming from her crotch, that her fingers were sliding deep into her sex.

"How you doing, Guy?" Adam asked seeing signs of an imminent orgasm approaching.

"I'm fucking close, this is so hot! I just want to blast my load all over her."

"Now, Liz, Guy, is going to come soon and it is very important that you just keep looking after your own needs and forget him for a while," Mel said winking at Adam, whatever happens with Guy keep your eyes closed now and your mouth wide open and accept whatever happens."

"Oh, fuck, Liz, you're one fucking hot cocksucker. I'm cumming," he cried as he pulled out of her mouth and sent strings of semen across her face.

"Keep your eyes closed and your mouth open and stay with the feeling, Liz," Mel told the woman she held in her arms, "that's it stay with it."

Adam with his cock in his hand, tapped on Guy's shoulder, "may I?" And gently pulled Guy aside, so that he could take his place.

"That's it Liz, stay with the feeling, it's always lovely to have your man's cum washing your face, and then to feel a cock against your lips again. Allow it to own you, because that's where the pleasure is isn't? In letting yourself go and allowing yourself to be a vessel of pleasure, don't let anything get in the way of the pleasure that is building in your womb, feel it spread through your soul. Doesn't it feel exquisite when a man holds you so dearly and offers you his manhood to pleasure?"

"Mmm, mmmm," Liz nodded peacefully. "If it feels really good why don't you come for us, you gorgeous pleasure loving creature, you angel of sexual joy, come for us, now."

Liz suddenly plunged her second hand into her track pants and was clearly using one hand to rub her clitoris and the other to finger her pussy. Her back arched, her hips thrust up and she cried out around the cock in her mouth. And she let it flow, right through her body, gasping, sobbing, gulping air around the shaft that was still thrusting into her mouth. 

This was no ordinary orgasm. As she slowed her gyrations, her breathing and her sobbing, Mel said, "open your eyes slowly, Angel."

When she had opened her eyes fully, Adam, withdrew his cock and smiled at her.

She smiled back dreamily, her hands still moving slowly in her track pants, "I knew it was, you Adam, for a start I heard you ask 'may I' and your cock feels so different to Guy's, not better or worse, not bigger or smaller, it just felt so different and you used it with much less urgency and much more authority if that's the right word. Fuck it was good though. I have never cum like that ever. And to think I had to wait to do it in front of a group of strangers."

"Pleased to be of service, Liz."

"Oh, you're very welcome, Adam; you and your friends can serve me anytime. Anytime at all."

"Why thank you, Liz, and did you see that, by serving your husband and Adam, you got all the pleasure."

"I got all the pleasure alright, not by serving my husband, but by letting you all see the real me at last. I am a sexual creature and I always knew it, thank you for letting me out. Now I just need to stay out."

"Yes, you do, Liz." Adam smiled at her.

"But I am not going to be a slave to just anyone you know."

"Who said anything about being a slave?"

"Isn't that what you want me to be? Isn't that what all that was about? To get me to be like Mel and the, the cunt?"

"Was it?" 

"We'll, I thought it was."

"Really?

"Yes, it was and it lit a fire in my belly to learn more."

"Really? Tell me more."

"Well, I'd like to explore the idea more with you and your friends."

"Explore the idea more?"

"Oh, you know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't, Liz, I'd only be guessing and probably incorrectly. What did you mean?"

"Teach me, or train me, you know."

"Teach you or train you to do what, Liz."

"To be like them."

"Like the cunt and Mel?"

"Yes, how often do I have to say it?"

"You actually haven't said it in one sentence at all, Liz. But let's try. In your own words, what do you want from us?"

"I want you to teach me, or train me, to be like the cunt and Mel."

"When?"

"I'm ready, now."

"Really?"

"You say that a lot. That's what my business coach says all the time. Are you a coach or something?"

"Nope, just found that asking questions often gets results. So are you really ready?"

"Yes! Damn it, I am!"

"Good, then I think we could agree that we could train you. But I warn you, once you start you are fully committed to training until I release you. You will have a formal training agreement and service contract drawn up just like the cunt has. We will discuss the details this afternoon and what about Guy?"

"We've been married nearly seven years and he hasn't come close to giving me what you have in an hour. If he wants to come along he can, but as a spectator not a participant."

"You mean you are happy for him to watch whatever happens?"

"That's what he has been begging me for ever since we've been married."

"Is that true, Guy?"

"Aah, aah, I might have said once or twice, that it might be fun to see her in bed with someone else."

"Fun to see her in bed with someone else? Guy, let's get this straight. Don't you mean you want to watch another man fuck her face, her pussy and her arse?"

"Ummm, yes I suppose I do."

"And doesn't that really mean that you want to see her submit to another man's will?"

"Umm, yes I guess."

"So you have an unmet need to watch your wife submit to another man and Liz has an unmet need to submit. We know Liz is keen to have her needs met and you seem keen to have your needs met, Guy? Am I right?"

Guy nodded thoughtfully.

"And since we've awoken these needs it is entirely appropriate that we help you both meet those needs, since we have already agreed we could meet Liz' needs, meeting yours will be a simple add on."

Guy nodded thoughtfully, looking at the floor the whole time.

"Cunt, Mel, what do you think, should we take all this on?"

"Oh, yes please, Master, it will be a lot of fun to train them, if you let us help that is."

"Mel?"

"I agree with the cunt. Would that mean I get to play with his gorgeous dick?"

"I think that it would be entirely appropriate, sometimes."

"So we're all done at last. That took a bit longer than I thought. We need to get underway."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Master."

"Well get your arses out to the car," he watched their jiggling bottoms disappear through the door, "now, Liz and Guy, I know you are keen to get started, but I am not going to take you straight into the lions' den of a very experienced DS group, so you will both stay here and do some homework. Liz, are you prepared to work with Guy to get ready for your training to begin this afternoon?" She nodded, "and are you willing to help her get ready, Guy?"

Liz looked straight at Guy who nodded his agreement avoiding her gaze.

"Great, then here's what I want you to do. Both of you will strip as soon as I leave. Liz, you will go to a website called 'Sex and Submission' and sign up for a month's subscription. Then you will download their four latest videos,. Then you will go to website on their links page 'The Upper Floor' and sign up for a month's subscription there and download their four latest videos. Save all of the videos to a hard drive and watch each of them with Guy. Liz, I want you to practice playing with yourself, while you watch the videos. Watch two Sex and Submission videos and then two Upper Floor videos, then back to two more Sex and Submission, and so on until we get back. You may only take a break from watching videos to pee or crap. Make sure you have a note pad beside you so you can jot down what you like and don't like in the videos. Your husband can bring you lunch, coffee, tea and snacks and anything else you need so you can concentrate on the videos."

"While you are watching the videos, I want you to explore all the ways you can of touching, rubbing, pinching, pulling, squeezing, fingering your tits and pussy and if you have a dildo or other toys, use each of them and I want you to make notes about how everything feels. Feel free to use Guy's mouth or cock too, but don't you dare let him come. Understand?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good. Liz, I want you to come as often as you like while you are watching the videos, in fact the more you come the better, but you must watch at least four videos completely and I want to see your notes."

"Guy, you will observe everything that Liz does and keep reminding her about her assignment. You may suggest ways that she could try to pleasure herself or ask her to repeat ways that you like watching. You may not touch her without her permission, or yourself, but you can ask Liz to give you some attention when you need it. You may not come, since that would detract from Liz' work. Liz, when Guy asks for some attention, you may use your hands, mouth, feet or tits to stimulate him, in fact you will do that any time it looks as though his erection is flagging; your job is to pleasure yourself and keep him hard while watching the videos. Do you understand?"

They both nodded.

"Good, now you've probably never done anything like this in your lives before, but if you do this work carefully and enthusiastically you will both get enormous pleasure and enjoyment out of it. It is important that you stick to my guidelines and help each other make it through the assignment." He held his hand out towards Liz. "Liz, come here." As she took his hand he pulled her to him, wrapped one arm around her and kissed her on the lips. His other hand went to the top of her track pants and slid down inside them to her knickerless crotch where his fingers slipped easily into her very wet and open sex as his tongue pushed between her soft lips.

"Hmmmm, you like this don't you?" Adam smirked as he broke his kiss momentarily, she nodded, "and, Guy, she's so fucking hot and unbelievably wet, I can't wait to sink my cock into her this afternoon. Will you make sure she does her homework thoroughly for me so she's nice and hot and ready to use when I get back?"

"Ah, ah, yes, okay, I guess, Adam."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Ah, yes, of course, yes, Sir, I will make sure she's ready for you."

He leaned in to Liz' ear and whispered, "I have a little device that will make controlling Guy a bit easier this afternoon. Would you like me to put it on him?"

"Oh yes please, Adam, will it hurt him?"

"No, it won't hurt him at all."

"Then, of course I would like you to put it on him."

"Good. Guy, come here and stand next to your wife for me."

"Yes, Sir," and he was soon standing beside his wife. Adam went behind them and removed the length of leather with the bondage rope attachments he had used on Melanie the night before from his pocket and deftly tied one end to Guy's right wrist, "relax, Guy, this won't hurt, but it will heighten your awareness as you do your homework." Feeling Guy drop his shoulders and relax, Adam quickly tied the other end of the device to Guy's left wrist. The leather strap was just long enough that Guy could bring his hands to the sides of his waist, but no closer together.

"Isn't that neat, Liz, he can get you lunch, bring you coffees and drinks, but can't do anything untoward to, or for, himself."

"I love, it Adam, thank you."

"My pleasure. Thank you, Liz. Thank you, Guy," he pulled his hand out of her track pants and put them to her lips and waited until she licked them clean, "have fun now." 

They watched him walk out and close their front door. 



One Long Dream Ch. 12



This is quite a change but trust me we will get back to the usual form very shortly. Adam's just preparing a new addition, but it comes with strings attached

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Chapter 12

Homework

"Oh fuck, Guy, what have we done," Liz asked her husband as she pulled her t-shirt over her head without hesitation.

"You asked them to train you to be like Mel and the cunt, that's what you've done, and now I am trussed up so that I can't do anything," although as he said this he was sliding his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them, "but, you know, if it's what you want then let's fucking do it. Our sex life was drifting nowhere, at least now it has some direction, whether it is the right one or not only time will tell, but I feel like giving it a go because it might just meet our real needs."

Liz listened carefully to her husband as she let her bra fall to the floor and slipped out of her track pants.

"You're right, Guy, our sex life was going nowhere and I feel this is the right move too, certainly for me. We'd better turn the air-conditioning off or you'll never hold an erection and I will be too busy shivering to be able to come at all."

"Okay, love, I'll get the aircon, you'd better get your laptop."

"What was the first site?" Liz asked as she opened her laptop on the coffee table in front of her.

"Sex and Submission."

"Top of google, that was easy," Liz said clicking on the top entry of the search results as she settled down on their leather sofa, "you'd better get me a towel to sit on, Honey, I am already oozing juices everywhere."

"That's a promising sign, Sweetheart," she heard him say as he left the room. 

A few moments later he handed her a towel he had folded in half, "Here you go. Have you got the first site up yet?"

"Yep and, my god, it's unbelievable, I've never seen anything like it; naked women tied up and being screwed everywhere, lots and lots of oral sex going on," she let her left hand drop to her crotch and ran her fingers through her untidy bush, "and none of 'em have any pubes to speak of, certainly not like mine anyway."

"Yeah, I was thinking that might be one of the first things you will be doing."

"I suppose, but at least my boobs are respectable compared to most of the women, I mean some of them are obviously bigger, but I think mine are pretty good."

"You're right. Your tits are great, Liz, hope Adam ties 'em up like some of the women on that site."

"You know about this site?"

"Yeah, of course. Where do you think I got the idea of watching you submit to other men?"

"So you'd really like to see me treated like this by other men, I mean do you really want to see me tied up and screwed by a bunch of well hung, hunks?"

"Shit yeah, Sweetie, but only if you were okay with it, obviously."

"Well, one thing is for sure, with you dressed like that..."

"I'm not fucking dressed..."

"Exactly, and with you in that state I can see exactly what sort of effect the thought of seeing me being treated like a submissive little slut has on you."

"You mean my hard-on?"

"Of course I mean you're fucking hard-on, you dickhead. Would it like some attention?"

"Yes, please."

"Then get on your knees and beg me for it."

"What?"

"You heard me!"

Guy dropped to his knees beside her, raised his hands as far as they would go and turned his palms upwards towards her in complete supplication, "please give my cock some attention, Sweetheart."

"Im not sure that Sweetheart cuts it for me any more, not if you're begging me to do something sexy for you. Now where is the subscription button. Oh here it is — 'click here to join'."

"Liz, please give my cock some attention."

"Nah, that's not it either. Keep trying though. Just a second, Adam said the last four videos didn't he?"

"Yeah, the last four on Sex and Submission and then the last four from the Upper Floor. Come on, Lover, give my cock some loving please."

"Not sure lover is it either. Oh, here they are, I'll click on all four, thank god for the National Broadband Network, they'll take no time to download. What were you saying, Honey?"

"I'd like you to give my cock some attention, please, my gorgeous wife, I'm so hard it's not funny."

"Well, when you come up with an appropriate title for me, I'll consider it. Now the second site was called what?"

"The Upper Floor, Sweetheart."

"I told you that doesn't do it for me anymore."

"Mrs Evans, could you please give my aching cock some attention."

"Still haven't got it I'm afraid, my little man. Keep trying, though I'm enjoying it. Oh, here's the Upper Floor. Oh my god! There are naked women tied up and in chains all over the place with men doing all sorts of decadent things with 'em. And it's all in front of a bunch of fully clothed men and women who are watching. Hmmm, that's hot. Have you been to this site too, my poor stiff dick?"

"Ummm, yes. A few times. Please give my cock some loving attention, please."

"Please who?"

"Please, ah what haven't I tried, ma'am, madam, mistress, goddess, princess."

"Lovely, madam sounds about right, I think I quite like madam, for you."

"Thank you, madam," and he sat back waiting.

"Now where is the join button on this site, oh there it is. Oh goody, Guy we have the choice of monthly, three monthly, six monthly or annual subscriptions and while I know Adam only told us to get the monthly subscription we can save almost $300 with an annual subscription and I have a feeling that I will be visiting this site pretty regularly now I know about it, this stuff is really getting my juices flowing, you know," Liz suddenly spread her thighs wide apart to Guy's immediate pleasure, "if I open my legs like this can you see my pussy juices leaking out?"

"Yes, I can you and you look really sexy. Your labia are all puffy and pink and there is a damp patch on the towel."

"Madam!"

"Madam."

"I'd really like you to address me properly from now on, Guy, no more sweetheart or Liz, I want you to call me madam all the time, no exceptions. If I am going to be training to be Adam's slave, and I presume that's what the cunt is, then I can hardly be your mistress, goddess or princess, but I can be a madam, can't I?"

"Yes, madam."

"Good, now what were you saying, dick?"

"Dick?"

"Yes, that's really all you are now isn't it, a dick?"

"Uhhh, I'm still your husband."

"Madam."

"Uhhh, I'm still your husband aren't I, madam?"

"Yes, legally you are, dick, and I can see no reason to change that just yet, but practically things have moved on a little, have they not?"

"I suppose they have a little, madam."

"Consider this, dick, tonight I will be in training to become a slave like the cunt, or a ponygirl like Mel, or whatever Adam wants me to be, am I right?"

"That's what you agreed to, madam, yes."

"And in what capacity did we agree that you could participate?"

"As a spectator, madam."

"More like a voyeur, dick, isn't it or a cuckold? Which do you prefer voyeur or cuckold, mind you the effect will be the same? I'll get my needs met by Adam and his friends and you'll get off on watching us, am I right?"

"Yes, I guess so, madam."

"Good, I'm glad we got that sorted out. Now what were you saying about your cock, dick?"

"Could you please give my cock some attention, madam. It's so hard it almost hurts."

"Okay, then, lie on your back, so that your cock is close to my feet."

He lay on his back on the floor and shuffled forward with his knees up and apart until he could feel her toes against his testicles, "like this, madam?"

"A bit further forward so I can rest my feet on your stomach," he inched forward, "yes, that's nice."

Liz lifted her foot and moved it back a bit so she could use it to push his cock flat against his stomach and leave it resting on his hard-on, "there we go, dick, now lie still I've got a video to watch." 

"Thank you, madam, that feels nice."

"Good now shut up and don't say a word unless I speak to you."

"Yes, madam..., owww fuck!"

"I said shut up, dick, so shut up or I'll kick your balls again, only harder." With that she started to gently rub his cock with her foot and she hit play on the first video.

"Damn, you didn't get my notebook for me, dick. It's on my desk. Go and get it and then get back down in position again."

Uncertain whether he should respond verbally or not he waited for the weight of her foot to move off him and then silently slipped back away from the sofa, stood and trotted off to their study. 

In the meantime, Liz had streamed the video to the home theatre system, turned the volume up and was sitting legs spread wide with one hand in her sex and the other caressing her breasts.

"Do your balls hurt a little, dick?" she asked as he trotted back with the notebook.

"Yes, madam, but not too bad."

"Good, well come and stand next to my laptop. No closer, I want to be able to reach you with my foot. Yes, that's it. Legs apart, that's it, let me see the family jewels properly," dropping her foot as he spread his legs, she kicked her foot up quickly to collect him square in the balls.

"Aaarrrgh!" he crumpled in a heap on the floor.

"Now get back in position on the floor and don't fuck up again. You're supposed to be helping me get through this homework, dick."

"Yes, madam, I'm sorry," he said sliding his body back in under her feet where she started her gentle rubbing again all the while wishing he could use his hands to sooth his aching balls, and if he was honest, to ease the tension rampant in his prick.

"That's nice, dick, now just remember the lesson."

From his position on the floor facing away from the TV, Guy could really only hear what was going on, but it was clear from the slurping and slapping sounds that a woman on the TV was being face, or rather, skull, fucked, as he liked to call it. The other slurping sounds were coming from in front of him, along with more moaning than he'd ever heard from Liz. What he could see, though, was her wide spread thighs framing her curly bush and the fingers of one hand plunging wildly between the open labia and the fingers of her other hand circling her clitoris. Looking up further he could see her eyes, half closed with lust, glued to the action on the TV. 

Liz' foot stopped moving on his cock and he suddenly felt a little sad as thought he might just have got off if she had only kept going. He soon knew why she stopped though, "Oh, god, Guy..., that's so fucking good..., Guy, my little dick, watch your wife fucking cuuuummmmmm," her legs slammed together clamping her hands in position in her sex as her hips leapt off the sofa in ecstasy, hanging there for a long time, before finally dropping back on to the sofa in an exhausted heap.

"Oh god that was soooo gooood. Never felt anything like that before, dick, ever. And that was just the first video, dick, we've still got at least three more to watch." She began prodding his balls with her right foot, "since I'm not allowed to leave the room for anything other than to pee or crap, dick, I need you to get me some things for me while I go for a pee."

"What would you like, Liz"

Whack! Her foot slammed into his balls. "Aaaaaaaghhhh."

"You're a slow learner, dick, aren't you?"

"Fuck, I thought it was over since you just came and..."

"My poor little, dick. It's over when I say it's over and not before, but please keep fucking up, I quite like the feel of my foot slamming into your balls. As a matter of fact it would please me immensely if when you bring back my things, you asked me to kick you in the balls again."

"Madam, you want me to ask you to kick me in the balls?"

"Yes, dick, that would be really nice."

"Do I have to, madam?"

"It would be really nice, and I would really appreciate it if you did."

"It fucking hurts, though, madam."

"Yes, I gathered that, but it is really a lot of fun for me."

"Now I have got to pee, while I am doing that, go to my knickers drawer and right in the back you'll find a vibrator and a dildo, bring them. Then go to the kitchen and get the biggest banana we have and grab that huge zucchini from the fridge. Do you have any sexy stuff stashed away anywhere that you've been hiding from me?"

He nodded slowly looking at the floor, "umm, yes, madam."

"Thought so. Bring it all out here, now. Are you clear about what you need to get for me?"

"Yes, madam, vibrator and dildo, banana and zucchini, and my stash of stuff."

"And what will you ask for as your reward when you bring that stuff to me?"

"You want me to ask you to kick me in the balls, madam."

"Fantastic, but your cock is looking a little droopy, isn't?"

"Ah, I guess so, madam."

"Probably needs a little attention," taking his cock in her hand, she dropped to her knees and leant close to him, "poor thing, let me kiss it all better," and she began kissing the dome of his circumcised cock before lifting it so she could run her tongue several times up the full length of the underside. "There you go, isn't that better. It's nice and hard again."

"Mmmm, don't stop please, madam."

"Don't be silly, dick," she said holding his hard-on as she stood, "you know I can't let you come, now go and get my things."

"Yes, madam, of course."

This is more fun, than I could possibly have imagined, she thought, as she let go of his erection. Even peeing seems sexy now, but I wonder if it will it be as much fun when I'm doing that stuff and not just watching it. I mean I've never had a cock that far down my throat and I've always been able to control how far I take one in. With Guy it's been easy to just suck on the head a bit, but those guys just slammed their entire cocks down her throat until she gagged. Not sure, I can do that, even though I like the idea of trying. And the way they fucked her arse, wasn't gentle either, hmmm, not sure about that, bit different from my little vibrator, I guess all those years of wondering what it's like will be over soon... funny Guy's never wanted to try it... might have been nice to have tried it with him first... not sure where all that stuff with Guy came from just now that I come to think of it, just seemed to happen... never thought I would ever kick him in balls like that... but it was fun having his balls sort of squash against my foot... bet it hurt... he's actually been quite stoic about it all... ahh, that's better, she thought as she stood, wonder what the second video will be like, better get back to it.

Liz was already back on the sofa watching her second Sex and Submission video when Guy came in carrying a large recycled shopping bag. She paused the video, but kept her fingers moving in her pussy, much to Guy's pleasure, which was evident in his large, sheepish grin and his cock standing rigidly to attention.

"Fuck, dick, I only asked you to get a few things, not go on a shopping trip."

"I'm sorry, madam, but there were too many things to carry loose. Here's your vibrator and your dildo, it's pretty fucking big."

"All the better to fuck myself with."

"I didn't even know you had one, madam, let alone two."

"Oh, well you do now."

"And here is the banana and the zucchini, madam."

"Thank you, dick."

"How long will you keep calling me dick, madam?"

"As long as I feel like it, dick. Does it bother you?"

"Ummm, a little, madam."

"You'll get used to it in time, I'm sure. So the rest of the stuff in the bag is your stash."

"Yes, madam, it is."

"Well, tip it out on the coffee table so I can see."

Guy upended the bag to create a pile of leather, steel and plastic beside her laptop.

"Well, well, well, dick, you have been busy."

Liz picked up a steel ring, "this looks interesting, dick, what's it for?"

"It's a cock ring, madam, it keeps a cock hard."

"Now that sounds like a good thing, but it looks a bit small to fit over your cock now."

"It is, madam, you need to fit it before you're fully hard."

"You mean, I need to fit it to your cock, before you are fully hard?"

"Yes, that's right, madam, but there are other, adjustable cock rings there that you can put on at any time."

"Really, show me."

He rummaged through the pile, "this is one, madam," and rummaging a little more, "and here are two more."

"Hmmm," she said fingering the various kinds, "this one looks interesting, let's see what it looks like on." She slipped the little lasso over his cock and moved it right down to the base before she pulled it tight, very tight.

"So that will keep the blood in your cock, will it and keep it hard?"

"Yes, madam."

"Great," and picking up a leather strap contraption, "what's this, dick?"

"That's a parachute, madam, it's used to attach weights to your balls...,"

"I don't have any balls, dick, or hadn't you noticed?"

"My balls, madam. It stretches your, I mean, my ball sack."

"Ooh, I'd like to see that. In a little while though. Is there any thing else for playing with your balls, dick?"

"Um, yes, madam, let me find them," and again he rummaged through the pile, "there are a couple of other ball stretchers, here's one," he handed her a leather belt about six inches long and two and half inches wide with multiple holes for adjustment, "and here's the other one." 

Liz took the items and examined each closely, "so, with this leather one, I pull your balls down and buckle the strap around them nice and tight and with the metal one I put the two sides around your sack and tighten it with the little spanner thing, is that right?"

"Yes, madam."

"And the weights, dick, where are the weights you mentioned?"

"Um, I forgot them, madam, can I get them for you now?"

"Yes, and run."

"Yes, madam, immediately," he said turning and jogging from the room.

Holy fucking dooley, she thought, I had no idea he had all this shit, I wonder when, and how fucking often he uses it.

"Here you are, madam," her husband said breathlessly handing her a heavy leather bag, "they're all in there."

Liz emptied the bag on the table beside the rest of his horde, and picked up one of the larger weights, "500 grams! Bet that stretches your balls, dick," she picked up a matching weight, "do you use one or both of them?"

"Depends, madam, sometimes one and sometimes both."

"Very nice, I love the sexy smooth stainless steel finish and the leather is all very good quality. Tell me though, dick, when do you use this stuff?"

"Um, when I need to pull myself off, madam."

"And when is that?" 

"Umm, whenever we haven't had sex for a while or when I read stories online, madam."

"How often is that, dick?"

"A couple of times a week at most, madam."

"At most? Fuck you need to use this stuff that often?"

"Um, I guess, madam."

"Hmmmm, I'm looking forward to learning what the rest of this stuff is for, but right now put everything except the metal ball stretcher and the two biggest weights in the bag and put it on the floor."

"Yes, madam, will you be putting the ball stretcher on me?"

"Yes, shortly."

"Thank you, madam."

"Now you need to ask me something don't you?"

"Madam?"

"Remember, I said how much I wanted to kick your balls because it felt so good and it would really please me if you asked me to do it?"

"Um, yes, madam."

"Well, if it's alright with you, I would like to kick your balls for you, now!"

Seeing no way of avoiding it, Guy told his wife, "Um, if it is really important to you and pleases you, madam, you may, um, kick my balls."

"I don't just want your permission, dick, I want you to actually ask me to kick your nuts for you."

"Madam, please uh, kick me in the, uh, balls."

"With pleasure, dick, I thought you'd never ask. Turn and face me!"

Guy slowly turned until he faced his wife, "spread 'em, dick. Wider, more," Liz lifted her foot and adjusted her position so that she could comfortably reach her target, "that's it. Now don't go falling over on me will you?"




One Long Dream Ch. 12



"I will try not to, madam, but I know it's going to hurt."

"I should hope so, dick, I am kicking your balls after all. Ready?"

He shook his head, no. "That's a pity, dick," and she landed her first kick right on target, "thanks, dick," she said as he doubled over, but stayed on his feet.

"Come on, dick, that was only a baby kick. Stand up," and when he was upright again, "spread 'em again, dick, that's it."

Slam! Liz landed her second kick again right on target, "thanks again, dick. This is fun, dick. Come on stand up," Guy slowly spread his legs wide again, "yes that's it, lovely. Ready?"

Slam! "Oh, that was a good one, dick, got you fair and square."

She waited until he was upright, "Two more, dick, is that okay?"

"Uh, uh, uh if it pleases you, madam, I think I can take two more."

"Of course it pleases me, dick, nod when you're ready."

Guy spread his legs for the fourth time and looking his wife squarely in the eyes, he nodded slowly. 

Thump! Not sure why he didn't bend over double this time, he stood his ground and only had to open his legs slightly to prepare for the last kick.

"That was much better, dick, obviously you're getting used to it, ready for the last one?"

Again he looked her in the eye and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Thwack! "There you go, dick, all over, now. You can stand up anytime you like now so I can breathe some life back into your cock, seems it flagged just a little as you focussed on your pain, I suppose."

"Um, I suppose so, madam, it did hurt."

"I'm sure it did, dick, but because you were so good in letting me have some fun and taking the pain so well and not even falling over like I have seen some men do when they've been kicked in the nuts, if you're really good until Adam and the girls get back, I won't kick them so hard again. Is that fair?"

"But you might kick them, just not so hard, madam, is that it?"

"Exactly, is that fair or would you prefer it if the next time I kick them, I kick them as hard as I just did?"

"No, no, madam I wouldn't prefer that at all."

"Well, then let's assume it is fair, then."

"If it pleases you, madam, it is fair."

"Thank you, dick, now would you like me to breathe some life back into your cock?"

"Yes, please, madam." 

Liz fell to her knees and for the second time took her husband's erection into her mouth. This time she tried to take in more of him like the women in the videos, engulfing half of his cock in one go. "hmm," she pulled back off him for a moment, "I have to say, you've got a lovely prick, dick, feels really good in my mouth especially with your hands tied out of the way so I can enjoy the feeling fully. Does it feel good?"

"Feel good, madam, it feels fucking great."

"Would you like to do this again, dick?"

"What? All of it?"

"Yes, dick, from now on for you it is all or nothing, dick."

"Of course, I understand, madam. Yes, I would like to do it again, madam, thank you."

"My pleasure, dick," she said picking up the metal ball stretcher, "now tell me how I fit this."

"You use the allen key...,"

"Is that the little spanner thingy?"

"Yes, you use it to unscrew the two screws holding the metal collar together, yes that's it, then open it up. Exactly. Now you need to pull my balls down so it stretches the sack. Oooooooooo."

"Are they still tender, dick."

"Ooooo, yes they are, madam."

"Good, so I pull them down like this, as far as I can?"

"Aaaagh, yes, madam, then you the close the stretcher around my sack and let go so you can use two hands to tighten the screws... yes like that."

"How tight should it be, dick?"

"Tight enough to hold on but not so tight that it cuts off the circulation, madam, that way you can wear it for ages."

"I'm not wearing it at all, dick."

"You're right, madam, I mean that way I can wear it for ages."

"Then I just add the weights?"

"Yes, madam,"

She carefully attached the little chains of the two weights, keeping both weights in her hand and then dropped them, "you mean like this?"

"Aaagh, yes, madam, although you can just let them down gradually too."

"No fun in that, dick, no fun at all. Oh, and I've just realised you'd probably like to see me in those ridiculous stilettos you bought me a few months ago, no doubt so you could see me get fucked in them. Get them for me, dick"

"Yes, madam." He turned and started walking carefully out of the room.

"Jog, dick."

"Yes, madam," he trotted out of the room to the gentle rhythm of the weight clanging between his thighs.

Fuck, I enjoyed that, she thought. Now banana, dildo, vibrator or zucchini? Start small and build up... vibrator first she decided.

Guy trotted back into the room carrying the black stilettos, "here you are, madam."

"Thank you, dick. Put them on me," he fell to his knees and only able to use one hand at a time asked, "madam, could you raise your foot and put it on my knee please?"

"Of course, dick." With her foot raised he manoeuvred the shoe under it and finally got it on.

"The other one please, madam?" He repeated the process trying not to be distracted by the noise of the vibrator buzzing by his ear in her gaping sex.

"Thanks, dick, now back in position on the floor as you were for the last video."

Again, Guy lay down and shuffled towards her on his back, this time his hips in the air to avoid trapping the weights under his own weight, until he felt the point of a stiletto against his stretched scrotum. He made himself as comfortable as he could as Liz lifted her left foot again and placed the heel of her shoe on the base of his cock letting the weight of her leg press into him as she focussed on the young woman being double ended on the screen and getting her vibrator in exactly the right spot. 

"Geez, dick, they've tied her hands behind her back now and they're just using her like a blow-up doll. She's totally helpless with the three guys now. They're screwing her mouth and her pussy now. Geez, that's so hot."

Guy could do little, but watch and listen to his wife's mounting excitement as it neared a new climax. She's getting close again, he thought, feels like her heel is going to go right through my prick... fuck she's never been turned on like this before, let alone swearing like that... if she can get this excited just by watching a stick flick, what's she going to be like when there a couple of big dicks pounding into her... fuck, he thought, fuck I wish I could reach my dick... never been so hard... feel like I am going to burst... If only... 

"Oh, fuck, dick, they've just tied her boobs up with cords so they're all inflated like a pair of balloons... That must be what you were talking about before... Now that is really sexy... I bet her boobs are feeling bloody sensitive now... oh, ohhh, my god, I'm fucking coming again." She slammed her legs together as she always did when she came, jamming her hands in her crotch and slamming her feet together.

Shit, Guy felt his balls suddenly pinned under her heels again, as she tried to control her orgasm. "Liz, uhh, madam, lift your foot... uh, please."

Instead, Liz, for the moment totally in her own private world, kept her legs together with all her strength keeping Guy just where he was until she finally started to relax. A few moments later, he felt the pressure of her heels ease off, "I'm sorry, dick, did you say something?"

"Uh, yes, could you lift your heels off my balls please?"

"Ooowwwwh, I'm sorry, madam. Could you lift your heels off my balls please, madam?"

"Much better, dick, but don't you like me in my heels?"

"Uh, yes. Of course I do, but when you tread on my balls like that it hurts like crazy."

"Ooowwwh, I'm sorry, it hurts like crazy, madam."

"I'm sure it does, dick, I'm sure it does. Do you still want to see me submitting and getting screwed?"

"Yes, madam, if it pleases you."

"Well, you know what, dick, it does as a matter of fact, but I am only going to let you watch me being screwed sometimes and then only if I get to play with your cock and balls whenever I want and in any way I want to, do you understand, dick?"

"Yes, madam."

"And would that be okay with you?"

"Yes, madam, of course."

"Good, now get me a sandwich, all this cumming has made me damned hungry, and I have another couple of videos to get through before Mel gets back with Adam and the cunt. Intriguing name isn't it?"

"Sure is, madam. Ham and tomato okay?"

"Of course, dick."

"Madam?"

"Yes, dick?"

"Will I have my hands free, when I get to watch you with other men, madam?"

"What, so you can pull yourself off?"

"Ummm, yes, madam?"

"Don't be stupid, dick. If I let you pull yourself off, you will come in no time and then it would be all over for you. No, it will be much more fun for me to look over at you as I am busy with my lovers and see your dick standing to attention all lonely and frustrated."

"Hmmm, thank you, madam." He turned and left her as she reached for the banana.

By the time he made it back with the sandwich and a glass of white wine for each of them, Liz was again engrossed in the action on the big screen in front of her, "put it on the table, dick, and get back into position."

"Yes, madam," and he wondered how he would be able to drink his wine lying on his back.

"Wine's a nice touch, thanks, dick. Looks like you'll have to wait for a break between videos to drink yours though."

"Yes, madam, I thought I might," he watched the banana sliding into her wet pussy... I was wondering whether she would peel it first, he thought... wouldn't last long if she did, he smiled...

"Hey, dick, this banana feels nearly as good as your dick does. Did you notice how big it is?"

"I did, madam, it's certainly longer than my cock, and I know I'm not small. Looks as though you are taking the whole thing in."

"I am, dick, I am," she told him, her eyes glued to the screen and paying no attention to her husband lying at her feet, "except for the little bit I'm holding on to. Feels so good, dick, sliding right in and out. Do you like watching it disappear into my pussy, dick?"

"You bet, madam, I've never seen anything so sexy before, ever."

"Do you like being up close to the action, dick?"

"Yes, madam, I love it. I just wish I could reach my cock."

"Sorry, dick, you know that's just not going to happen, at least not until Adam and the girls get back."

"You know, dick, it's the combination of having you under my feet, the lovely feel of the banana slipping in and out so smoothly and my finger gently rubbing my clit that's doing it for me now, not to mention seeing the woman in the video getting it from both ends while another guy is flogging her boobs. Oooh, and boy is it, aaah, doing it. Oh, yes, yes, dick, it's... It's... happening agaaaiiiinn..." she pushed down on her foot, crushing Guy's cock, lifted her hips high and shoved the banana into her pussy as far as it would go, slamming her legs together again and riding another orgasm to it's ecstatic end.

Guy, unable to either relieve the internal tension in his cock or the pressure of her heels on his cock and balls, watched in agony as she slumped back onto the sofa and finally lifted her feet from his tortured manhood and slipped the banana from her sex. The way she's looking at that banana, he thought, reminds me of the way my dad looked at the axe before he killed the christmas turkey, she has the same gleam in her eye. She's peeling, he thought, now that's a kinky twist, perhaps she'll eat it now. 

Instead, when she finished peeling it, she took the firm ripe fruit and slid it into her pussy again, sliding it right in and out gently a couple of times, finally pulling it right out, and holding it towards her husband, "here you go, dick, dessert."

"You want me to eat it, madam?"

"Yep, I prepared it just for you... Oh dear, sorry, dick, you can't reach your mouth can you, you'd better get up on your knees then so that I can feed you your little treat then."

"Yes, madam, if you insist."

"You know I do, dick, come on."

"I'm sorry, madam, you will have to move your feet first."

"No, I don't, dick, I don't have to do anything," the heel one shoe pushed harder into his cock and the toe of the other pressed down on his scrotum, almost as hard "you can drag yourself from under them."

"Yes, madam," and he began to pull himself backwards, feeling the constant pressure of her feet resisting his move. Her heel finally fell from his cock as he got far enough away landing on his stretched sack before it finally fell the small distance to the floor.

"There you go, dick, I didn't have to move at all and you got yourself free. That's an important lesson for both of us don't you think?"

"Yes, madam," he said rising to his knees wondering what the lesson really was.

"No don't get up any further, dick," she stopped him holding the banana coated in her juices out to him, "just crawl over here for your treat."

"Open up, dick," she pressed the slick banana pressed against his lips, "that's it, you need to get used to the taste of me." He opened his mouth allowing her to push the fruit in, "and what sweeter way than to have me cream a banana for you."

"Wasn't that nice, dick?" She asked as he licked his lips clean.

"Umm, yes, it wasn't too bad at all, madam."

"Great, we'll certainly do that again, perhaps it would be a nice little reward for watching your wife fuck a bunch of strangers, dick's banana dream dessert. Yes, that would be a lot of fun, dick's banana dream dessert, I like it."

Now back in position, dick, next video is due to start.

"Yes, madam, but could you give my cock a little attention first please?"

"Of course, come a little closer so I can reach."

Guy shuffled a few inches closer as she reached for his cock with one hand and his balls with her other, "my goodness, dick, the cock lasso has a wonderful effect doesn't it? Your prick is all hard and really smooth, it actually feels good stroking it like this, and your balls feel like a plucked chicken with the skin all stretched tight like that."

"Madam, the feel of your hands is really great, couldn't you just give me a little hand job..."

The pain in his testicles from the sudden, violent twisting almost had him on his knees, "dick, you know I'm not going to do that, regardless of how much you might beg..."

"But, madam, nobody would even know... owwwwww!"

"I would know, dick, and so would you and when Adam asked I would have to tell him and then he might punish me for something that you..." she stopped twisting his balls and looked straight at him. On the other hand, she thought, let's see.

"Would you really like to come now, dick?" Her hand began stroking his cock 

"Oh, yes please, madam."

"Are you close?"

"Hmmmm, yep, just a little more please, madam."

"Like this?" she leant down and took the head of his cock between her lips, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard on his penis.

"Oh, yes, just like that, of yes. Suck me harder, madam, I'm... I'm... cumming," but Liz had taken him from her mouth and pointed his cock at her breasts, pumping him hard. She was rewarded by him sending jet after jet of cum across her them and she held him firmly until the last few drops splashed onto her thighs, "there you go, dick, how was that?"

"Beautiful thank you, madam, beautiful."

"My pleasure, dick, now you can lick my breasts, and anywhere else that has your cum on it, clean."

"Of course, madam, thank you."

"And keep your head down, I want to see this next video."

"Yes, madam, would you like your big dildo now?"

"What a great idea, think you can operate it for me after you finish cleaning me up?"

"If you don't mind opening your legs up really wide so I can get close enough to do it with my hands tied like this, madam."

"No problem, dick, here you go," and she opened her legs as wide as she could, revelling in the absolutely wanton exposure and the attention he was paying her breasts.

"You know you will have to tell Adam that you came, won't you, dick?"

"I suppose so, madam, if he asks."

"And if he does you will have to explain how and why you came won't you?"

"Madam?"

"You will have to be absolutely honest and give him all the details, if you ever want to watch him training me."

"Of course, madam," he said catching on, "you want him to know that you gave me a hand job and blow job to get me off?"

"He'll probably need to know that kind of detail."

"Okay, madam, if you're comfortable with that," he told his wife kneeling up straight between her thighs, "I think I got all the cum off your breasts and thighs, madam, is there anymore I might have missed?"

"Nope, I think you got it all thanks, dick," she looked at her husband kneeling at her feet and felt a surge of excitement as she saw his erection growing again. Hmmm, she thought, he really does get off on this stuff, he's getting hard again already. She grabbed his stretched balls, "did you enjoy that, dick?"

"Oh, yes, madam."

"So you don't mind lapping up a bit of cum from time to time then, dick?"

"Ah, no, not really, madam. I have never really been able to figure out why women complain so much about giving a guy head and swallowing. I mean, cum tastes fine really."

"How do you know that, dick? When have you ever given a guy head and swallowed?"

"Ah, I haven't given anyone head, madam."

"Then how do you know that cum tastes fine, dick?" She began tapping his swollen sack with the toe of her shoe.

"Ah, ah, I have scooped some up when I've masturbated and tasted it, madam."

"Really, dick! So you got a bit on your finger once and tasted it and from that you concluded that it tastes fine and that women, I guess you mean me, should find the taste perfectly acceptable and not complain about swallowing a man's load. Is that it, dick?"

"I've done it more than once, madam."

"Really, dick, how often and when was the last time?"

"Lot's of times actually, madam, nearly every time I masturbate in fact. But the last time was on Friday night, I think, madam."

"So my darling husband pulls himself off so that he can slurp up his own semen, is that right, dick?"

"Umm, I guess so, madam, but I didn't think of it quite like that."

"Well, I think from now on I'm going to have to make sure that my semen slurping spouse gets lot's of cum to slurp up aren't I?"

"If that's what you want, madam."

"I think I do, dick, but it might not just be yours, all right?"

"Hmmm, I thought so, madam."

"Might just be another price you have to pay to watch me being screwed by other men. Still want to see me serve other men, dick?"

"Yes, madam, I will do anything to see that now."

"Fantastic, dick. I just love the way this is all going. Now," she handed him the large dildo, "I would really appreciate your dedicated attention to plumbing my depths with this little beauty."

"Thank you, madam. I won't disappoint you," and he eased the head of the huge dildo between the lips of her sex, "see, here you go."

"Ooh, that is nice, dick. Now nice and gently does it, all the way in. That's very nice and filling." Liz picked up the remote and hit play again so that the second Upper Floor video burst into life with a bevy of good looking, nude women , "And keep your head down so I can see the TV."

With his hands effectively hobbled, Guy began a gentle back and forth rocking motion so he could slide the giant dildo all the way in and out of his wife's now gaping sex, the syrupy slurping telling him this tactic was effective.

"Hmmm, that's delicious, dick. Geez, I wish you could see what's happening on screen. They're initiating a new slave, whose all trussed up naked, boobs and hands tied tightly, and kneeling completely exposed on a leather covered chest. The host, or emcee, is introducing her to a room full of very elegantly dressed men and women. And they're all standing around, some of the women even holding hands with their partners, drinking and watching the host add weights to a pulley system attached by big clamps to her pussy lips." 




One Long Dream Ch. 12



"A little faster now, dick, they've started fucking her, the men have taken her down from the chest laid her out on her back and are fucking her at both ends."

"Oh, geez, I've got that feeling again, dick, slow down a little. You know, dick, I think that this might be like it will be this evening with Adam. Wonder if he has any nice like-minded male friends? I hope so I think that would be a lot of fun, don't you, dick?" 

"Yes, of course, madam, but he probably won't have time to arrange anything like that for tonight."

"No, probably not, dick. Now nice and slow like that is great, thanks," and for what felt like the fourth or fifth time, Liz lay back on the sofa and lost herself in the erotic fantasy that was The Upper Floor; completely suspending her disbelief the acting, was so convincing. But was it acting, she thought, as she saw herself in her mind; her hands tied behind her, breasts tightly bound, on her knees like the women on the screen, her mouth stretched wide around Adam's cock while the other guests looked on applauding; applauding what, she thought, as she saw the faces she knew in the crowd around her following the action; was it his mastery of her that they were appreciating or her efforts to take his entire cock down her throat? Or was it the thought that the woman they all thought they knew was in fact a complete slut and the only way for her to go now was down.

Without thinking, her hand dropped to the smaller dildo and brought it to her open lips, totally mesmerising her husband watching her at point blank range slip the dildo into her mouth.

Fuck, she's going to fuck her own face, Guy thought watching the fake prick disappear into his wife's mouth, this is really is out of control, but so fucking hot, damn, should have videoed it. He stepped up the pace with the larger dildo and as soon as he did, "Mmmmmmm, mmmmm," Liz thrust the dildo, deeper into her mouth, gagging and cumming all at once, "uggghhhh." 

She dropped her little friend to breath and sank back into the sofa, "enough, dick, enough," her voice softening, "stop now, stop. Thank you, dick, thank you. That was so good, just so good. Did you enjoy watching me, dick?"

"Oooh yeah, madam, that was awesome, truly awesome."

"Good, then be a good dick and get back in position at my feet and let me watch the rest of this video. I've obviously still got a lot more to learn."

As Liz slumped back into the sofa, Guy lay down and shuffled forward towards her feet, again being careful not to catch his weights under his body. Again, he felt his wife rest her stiletto on him, but this time she didn't even look to see where it touched him. Guy couldn't be sure, but he thought her eyes looked very heavy. 

"Uhh, madam?"

"Sshh, dick, I'm trying to concentrate."

"But, madam... arrrrrrgh," the kick caught him totally by surprise. At least she missed my 'nads, he thought thankfully.

"I said, shut up, dick, and I mean it," and she relaxed back into the sofa again.

Again, Guy saw her eyelids drop. A few moments later her soft rhythmical breathing confirmed for him; his wife had fallen asleep, exhausted, legs all over the place, her gaping sex oozing on to the towel under her.