0 comments/ 11670 views/ 0 favorites Slave Day By: phukkboy Mike After Clara had entered the house, Mike stood outside dumbfounded. He kept expecting her to come back out. It wasn't until his hard-on subsided that he thought to follow her in. He nonchalantly walked naked across the yard and entered the house. He heard the shower running and excitedly headed for the bathroom, but the door was locked. "She's evil!," he thought, as it became clearer that she might be serious about not letting him cum. However, he was titillated by the devilishness of her game. It was exciting as well as maddening; besides, maybe she was just freshening up for round two. Clara After Clara had showered, she went upstairs to go to bed. Mike was already there and his cock begin to swell as soon as she entered the room. She ignored it and climbed into bed as if to go to sleep. He rolled over, pressed himself against her hip, and began slowly stroking her breasts from outside the covers. "You're only making it harder on yourself you know," she said. "Tell me about it," he replied as he pressed his rigidity against her. She reached down and stroked him a couple of times and the pre-cum quickly sprang from his member. She used her index finger to spread it in a circle around the head and his body spasmed in pleasure. She quickly let go and told him to go to sleep. Mike Mike couldn't believe she would actually leave him desperate for release like this, so he continued his ministrations outside the covers, while his cock surged with anticipation. He gently stroked Clara's cheek, earlobes, and neck. He traced his hands along her abdomen, trailed the outline of her breasts, and delved lightly over her pubic mound. He did this for several minutes; adjusting his pace and pressure until it was clear Clara was ready for more. Then he snaked his hand under the covers and continued the same movements skin to skin, except now he could squeeze her breasts and nipples, and run his fingers deeper into the apex of her thighs. All the while his cock jutted forward, steadily dripping, but receiving no reciprocal attention from Clara. As her breathing became more erratic, he figured it was now or never and he positioned himself to let his mouth take over the task at hand. He began where his fingers had - by tracing his tongue along her earlobes and gently kissing her neck. Her soft sighs encouraged him and he continued further, slowly kissing, stroking, and nibbling his way down her torso. He paid special attention to the triangle of flesh on her torso beneath her breasts and above her pubic mound. Moving nimbly and teasingly; returning to one spot, before moving to another and generally taking great care to monitor her breathing and the tension of her body. When Clara instinctively reached out and held his aching hard-on, he climbed between her legs to focus more directly on bringing her to orgasm. He licked, nibbled, and kissed the outer areas of her labia while deftly working his way inward, darting his tongue ever so slightly into the cleft of flesh. He used the thumb of his right hand to press against the lower portion of her vagina, placing steady pressure and releasing to coincide with her spasms. With his left hand he pinched her outer lips together and massaged her clit beneath them. As Clara's moans increased he took the bud of her clit into his mouth and lightly suctioned it between his lips. He sucked it slowly and rhythmically, and snaked his tongue along her lips and underneath the clitoral hood. Mike kept at it until Clara was on the verge of orgasm. Had he mounted her now he would have found the blissful relief he sought. Instead he clung to her womanhood until her orgasm subsided and only then moved to enter her; his cock more desperate than ever for release. Clara As Mike was poised to plunge into her, Clara said "Since that was such a good orgasm, I'll give you five strokes to cum. But if you don't, you'll just have to wait." Mike hastily agreed and rammed his straining cock completely inside her. He pumped furiously, oblivious to the devil's deal he had just struck, because within seconds Clara twisted away from him. "That was five," she said. Mike was left kneeling between her legs, his engorged cock twitching and glistening. Clara said, "I told you you were just making it harder on yourself." At that she rolled over with an air of finality and curled up to sleep. Mike Mike was in an ecstatic frenzy, but he knew there was nothing to be done. It took a long time for his erection to cool down enough for him to even contemplate sleep, but it was a restless night nonetheless. He awoke twice during the night with a raging hard-on that he pressed against Clara as she slept, and when they awoke his member was once again at full, rigid attention. Clara climbed out of bed and reached down to grasp his cock as she walked by. She pumped her fist upward just once and a full drop of cum immediately sprang out. She smiled and said, "Today is going to be so much fun." She grabbed him by the pubic hair and pulled it until his torso was clear off the bed. "Shave this clean too," she commanded! Clara Later, after making Clara breakfast to order, Mike stood naked before her. He had yet to put on any clothes that day. He was her naked slave no matter what and his hard-on was nearly perpetual. Now, however, his hands were tied behind his back. Clara said, "We'll have to get this up and out of the way in order to inspect your balls. But you better have done a good job of it." She knelt down before him and sucked his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around the head, feeling every bump and ridge with her tongue. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, and she pressed her fingers on her throbbing clit to relieve it a little. She released his cock before he could get too close to orgasm and commanded him to spread his legs. The sight of him standing there naked and completely at her mercy was exhilarating. She teased some drops from his cock with her fingers and ordered him to lick them clean. Next she ran her fingers across his balls and told him that for every hair she found he would receive one slap on the balls. She lifted his cock up against his belly and held it there with the palm of her left hand. She then began licking his balls with long, slow deliberate strokes. His body shuddered as she finished each one and his cock was dripping onto her hand. She said, "My tongue tells me you deserve 16 slaps." "Maybe your tongue counted wrong," Mike quipped. "That's going to cost you one more," Clara responded. With that she slapped him full in the nuts. Mike buckled, more from shock than from anything else, because she had not done it that hard. "Well?" Clara queried. "Well what?" Mike asked back. "Not counting is going to cost you one more," she said. "But you didn't tell me to count," he protested. "You just got another two. Would you like to add more or are you going to count." "One," he said. "Good slave," Clara cooed as she slapped him again. Mike At first Clara slapped him somewhat lightly, but a few of them really connected and his voice cracked beginning with number 8. It downright shook through 14 and 17, and it was barely a whisper at 19. When she was done, he marveled to himself that he was still hard after such a beating. Next Clara took a length of rope and looped it under his balls. She wrapped it twice around his pubic mound and used it to lead him to the bottom of the staircase just inside the front door. She proceeded to tie off the ends of the rope to the banister on either side of him, so that he was tied by the cock and balls facing the door, with his hands still bound behind him. As was her want, she held his cock in her palm and swirled the now almost endless stream that dripped from its head. His body convulsed with every stroke and his cocked looked like it was trying to escape the confines of his skin. Clara then announced that she was going out to run an errand. "You can't leave me like this," Mike implored. "What if someone comes to the door?" "Your right," she said. With that she opened all the nearby window shades, put a blindfold on him, stroked his cock to make him all the more frustratingly erect, and then departed. Before she left, to add to his anxiety, she said, "Oh, did I tell you the plumber is coming today. I hope he doesn't get here before I get back." When Clara suggested that he be her slave for a day, he figured it would entail doing some housework in the nude, along with plenty of orders to suck Clara's gorgeous muff. Now, blindfolded and bound by the balls, with a shaved pubis, he wondered, with a mixture of apprehension and, indeed, fear, as to just what more she had in mind. It was as if she had transformed into some sort of perverse monster: a "Frankenpussy," he joked to himself. He just prayed that she was kidding about the plumber. Clara When Clara returned she toyed with the idea of ringing the bell to scare Mike, but she didn't want to waste any time. She untied the rope from the banister and used it to lead him upstairs. She lay him on the bed and tied his arms and legs spread-eagle to the four corners. She disrobed and was about to rub her pussy on Mike's cock when the doorbell rang. "Damn, of all days to be early," she said, as she put on her robe. "What do you mean?" he asked in a panic. "You just wait here," she answered, as if he had a choice. Clara, wet and nude beneath her robe, went to the door and let the plumber inside. She realized by his expression that her sash was only loosely tied and that she was probably exposing a lot of skin. However, she was thrilled at behaving like she was. It was so unlike her. "Hank, the water heater in the basement needs to be drained" she instructed, "and when you're done with that there's a drip in the master bathroom. I'm going out shortly. Mike is upstairs, but he won't even know you're here." Clara returned to the bedroom upstairs; flushed with excitement that her plan was going so well. She straddled Mike's face and tugged on his cock, bringing it instantly erect. She rocked energetically on his tongue and quickly orgasmed. Then she mounted his torso and removed a set of earplugs from the pocket of her robe, which she proceeded to place in Mike's ears. Next she retrieved a ball-gag that she purchased especially for this occasion. She drew it over Mike's bewildered face and latched it behind his head. He was now deaf, blind, and mute. She was just in time too, for she heard the cellar door opening as Hank came upstairs. Clara climbed into an alcove in the closet that she had cleared earlier and peered out at Mike's enormous erection jutting skyward. Hank He was glad he had come to this house when he did, for the chance to see Clara half naked. He wondered if she was intentionally flashing so much skin. He had been able to see the curve of each breast and the protrusions of her stiff nipples, so he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. He listened to her instructions and then asked if he might have a glass of water. "Let me get it for you", Clara said. She went to the cabinet and reached upward for the glass. Her robe raised proportionately, and he could see that she was completely naked, because the globes of her bottom came into view. He wanted to yank the robe open and fuck her on the kitchen floor, but assumed that, like so many housewives, she was simply getting off on teasing him. It gave him a terrific hard-on, which he absentmindedly massaged as he worked. Mike Mike was truly befuddled at being shaved, tied-up, and gagged. His mind was racing; his heart pounding; and his cock simply engorged. It felt harder than he could remember since he was a teenager. Clara had him so close to orgasm that his cock was twitching in anticipation. He felt her trace a cold finger across his shaved pubic mound just above his cock. He could feel the pre-come dripping down the shaft as she moved it from side to side. Then she stuck some kind of plug up his ass and climbed off the bed. Now he awaited her return. Hank Hank was thinking about what sort of panties Clara kept in her dresser as he ascended the staircase. When he clicked on the bedroom light, he nearly dropped his tools. There lay Mike, spread-eagle naked, wearing a blindfold and gag, with an enormous erection on display. He stared and looked away and stared again as he crossed to the bathroom. What the fuck? He began his repair, but returned to the door to peer out at Mike. "This is just too weird," he thought and returned to his labor. It only took minutes to finish the repair and then he was ready to get the hell out of there. Why he didn't leave immediately was beyond him. He went back through the bedroom and pointedly tried not to look at the naked guy strapped to the bed, but it was just too strange. As he looked he saw Mike's groin was shaved bald. Now he found himself staring earnestly and, as he stared, he saw something else as well. Something was written on Mike's pubis. He moved closer but had to clamber onto the edge of the bed to see. He gingerly leaned forward and saw the word "Slave" written in lipstick above Mike's cock. He was completely perplexed now and as he moved to get off the bed he saw the cock twitch. Now he found himself staring at this guy's cock. He couldn't fathom when this day began, or on any day for that matter, that he'd be staring at some guy's hard cock inches from his face, but here he was. He noticed that Mike's balls were hairless, too. Clara From her vantage point in the closet Clara could see Mike's cock swaying. She had just come and was ready for more. She pressed her fingers into the folds of her wetness and wiggled them side to side. When the light clicked on, she momentarily jumped - she knew Hank had entered the room. She became fearful he'd open the door and expose her. "What would he do with a naked woman fingering herself before him," she mused. She watched, as he watched Mike, and it made her even wetter. She heard Hank go to work and saw him come back to the bedroom. Her left hand fondled her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples, while her right hand found the swollen nub of her clit. Her juices flowed freely and her excitement was beyond description as Hank moved to read her message. It was then that she turned on the remote-control vibrating-egg she had slipped into Mike's ass. When Mike's cock jumped correspondingly and nearly hit Hank's chin, she just had to penetrate herself. Mike Mike's confusion only worsened in Clara's absence. When she was riding his face, he thought she wanted to get off while there was a stranger in the house. Now it seemed like she was gone an eternity. He couldn't see, hear, or speak, and he was in a desperate state of arousal. He felt the bed tremble as she moved about the room and his cock ached with anticipation when he felt her climb onto the bed. Sensing that she was so close to him and yet not touching him was sending him over the edge. He imagined that he could feel her hot breath blowing on his yearning cock. "God, I need to cum," he thought. It was at that very moment that the vibrator in his ass clicked on. It was too much to take after being teased so mercilessly and to his dismay his throbbing cock exploded in a mighty orgasm. He spewed load upon load into the air and onto his belly. He expected Clara to untie him immediately, but instead she got off the bed and left him alone again. Clara Clara couldn't believe how beautifully her gamble had paid off. When Mike's orgasm exploded she was already on her third. She waited for Hank to exit the house, then went and mounted Mike. She pumped furiously on his cock with complete abandon, grinding her clit into his smooth skin and rubbing it wildly. Her breasts bounced and there were tears in her eyes from the sexual workout she was getting. They fucked once more that evening and Mike even suggested he would be open to more slave days. "That's fine with me," she beamed. Slave D'Melleca A good slave is hard to find,. Even though I am a full-time Dominatrix, I did not have a slave. My life as a Dominatrix, although exciting, had become rather routine. I have an established client base of submissives to attend to my every need but I still found myself wanting something more. The drive to find that something more became insatiable, a constant distraction and source of frustration. What more could I want? I pondered that question until I realized that I wanted a different type of BDSM relationship. I wanted a Slave. She is a wanton slut. She wants to e submissive but is too arrogant, so she plays the role of a submissive. Always in service to men while secretly desiring a woman. She is stunning. Tall, firm ample breasts, the perfect ass, flawless complexion, there was something about her. Of all the submissives I have met, she was different. She did not fall at my feet and I was intrigued. She made me have feelings I had never had before. I was a cauldron of emotion, frustration, anger, lust but most of all desire. I wanted to own her. I wanted to control her mind body and spirit. She was to be mine. I wanted her to understand me, to know me, to obey me. I wanted her to be my slave. The mere thought of training her excited me in ways I never imagined. She became my muse. I would spend hours imagining how I would train her, the things I would do to her, the things she would do to and for me. Countless images would flash through my mind working me into a frenzy until I was a quivering mass of orgasmic energy. She would be my slave. I studied her and I opened myself to her. I allowed her o see the essence of me. I started to learn her likes and dislikes and what turns her on. I learned that she likes to party like I like to party. I learned that she is serving a Dom who is willing to share. I learned that she did not understand the true meaning of service. After months of studying this bitch, she is finally available to me and she hesitated. This made me angry. The more I thought about her not serving me, the angrier I got. Each time I saw her I grew a little angrier. I will make her come to me. I know what she needs and I am going to give it to her. One of her Dom's goals is to turn her into an extraordinary slut, a slut with no limits, a slut for all occasions. Right now she is being a slut with limits. That slut was making me a limit. That was the thought that enabled my anger to go to that creative place, and what I created was opportunity. I rented a hotel room. When I entered the room I began to create an atmosphere for submission. I got my toys from their case. I put on the music. I called her Dom and asked him if they were available for consultation. Then I went into the bathroom to prepare. I wore lack platform stilettos, a black micro mini skirt, a black plunging halter no underwear. I emerged from the bathroom a BDSM Goddess ready to be worshipped. When they arrived we all sat together for a drink. I told her Dom that I summoned them because I wanted to use his bitch. I wanted his slut to also be of service to me, if it is pleasing to him, of course. He pondered this for a moment, he did not want to share. He did not quite understand if he shared her with me he gets me too. Once I explained this to him he took her aside to explain it to her. She resisted. How dare that filthy whore not want to serve me. I was livid and confused. Her Dom explained to me that she had never served a woman. She had never been with a woman and she was afraid. I started to understand and we started to ease her fears. We let her know that the needs of her Dom were first, she could trust me, her needs and wants would be met and most importantly she was safe. She agreed. Her Dom whispered something to her. She paused, smiled and started looking at me. She walked slowly towards me and got on her knees. She put her head down. Eventually she looked up, asked if she could take my hand, and said, "Mistress Kyah, Nubian Goddess, it is my sincere desire to serve you. If you deem me worthy, and it is pleasing to you, I will serve you completely. Finally. I accepted and told her how much I wanted to make her my slave and how I look forward to training her. I leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, then I slapped her. I slapped her off her knees. I got on the floor and grabbed her by her hair. I turned her head slowly until we were making eye contact. I got as close to her face as I could so she could feel my breath. "Lesson one bitch, never ever keep me waiting." Punishment Now Training Later You are mine now. The wanton slut you pretend to be doesn't come close to the filthy whore that you are and the nasty servant you are to become. I know you must be trained. But first you must be punished. Your hesitation, your fear, your petulance, your bitchy demeanor, must be punished. Your name is Slave D'Melleca. Your goal is to serve in a manner that is pleasing to me. My goal is to make you the filthiest slut that ever lived. Get up. Strip. Stand before me. She obeyed. I walked circles around her, looking her over thoroughly. I began to inspect every inch of her body. As I inspected her I pulled her hair, pinched her nipples, chest and ass. I slapped her all over her body. When I finished, I sat in the middle of the sofa. I beckoned her. I told her that she was to lie across my knee for a proper spanking. She complied. I gently caressed her, then grabbed her ass. I started smacking the fleshiest part of her ass with my open hand. Five strikes in rapid succession. She did not make a sound. She did not flinch. I started to spank her harder. This time slowly, consistently, alternating cheeks, squeezing and jiggling them occasionally to amuse myself. Nothing. I am starting to get aroused. I bend her over a chair, stand beside her and start to spank her again with my open hand and still no reaction. Time to get my tools. I select a smooth wooden paddle. I stand beside her. Whack! One firm deliberate slap to the lower fleshy center of her ass. The paddle was slightly angled and she tried to move away. I started rubbing her bottom with the cold side of my smooth wooden paddle. I took a step back. I whacked that ass until her flawless cinnamon brown turned erotically red. Now it is time to soothe her. I stand her up. Look in her eyes and caress her face. I get the baby oil and begin to oil her entire body. When I am finished I take a seat and tell her to sit at my feet. I am tense. My muscles are sore and aching. Before continuing with her punishment I need a massage. "Slave D'Melleca, remove my shoes and oil and massage my feet and calves." She obeyed. She carefully removed my shoes and began to rub oil on my feet and legs. When she got to my thighs, I thought she was going to stop. She did not. She kept going higher and higher until she was rubbing oil in the crease of my thigh and stroking my pussy as a result. I am dripping wet. I slap her. I grab her hand. Lesson two, never touch me anywhere or in any way you are not instructed. I pulled her to her knees and positioned her between my legs. I told her that since she already started she was going to finish. I took her hand in one of mine and spread my pussy lips with the other hand. I took two of her fingers and positioned them on my clit and began to manipulate her hand. Until she is properly trained she can not do this alone. I get wetter and wetter. As I do I start to spread my legs wider and wider bringing my wet pussy closer and closer to her face. It looks as though her mouth begins to water as she sees my wet pussy up close. She licks her lips. She is salivating. Inhale deeply Slave D'Melleca, take in the essence of me. As she smells my pussy, I am moving her fingers in circles over my clit. "Kiss it." She cocks her head to the side and plants a gentle kiss on my throbbing wet mound. I start to have am orgasm, and as I start to throb I grab her head and drive her face into my pussy. I rub her face in my pussy. When I pull her face away, I instruct her to use her tongue to clean all the cum off my pussy. She begins to gently lick and suck all the juices from my pussy. She gives my cunt some soft gentle kisses all over. When she is finished she says, "Thank You Mistress." "Slave D'Melleca your training can now begin." Slave D'Melleca Ch. 02 Training a slave is a process. The slave needs time to learn his or her Master. They have to learn how to anticipate and satisfy their Master's needs. They need to learn their commands, positions and approved words. This takes time and commitment. I carefully explained this to Slave D'Melleca because I was painfully dissatisfied with her level of service and commitment. She was under the impression that she had the ability to make choices and freedom of expression. As my slave, those things no longer exist, they are abstract concepts. I saw fear. Our session continued through the night. As dawn approached, she started moving as though she were preparing to leave. "Slave D'Melleca, what are you doing? I did not tell you to move." She looked confused. "What part of commitment is unclear to you? You read out agreement, I saw you. And yet you still try to assert yourself." Unacceptable. I was both shocked and amused. It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts and decide how I was going to handle this. Since she thought while in my presence she had the ability to move freely, I was going to take away her ability to move. I sprung to my feet and grabbed her arm in seconds. I threw her to the bed. She started to speak. I slapped her immediately. "No words," I snarled. I stripped her naked. "Don't move." I went to each corner and placed the restraint that was anchored to the floor, on the bed. The locks clanked against the steel. She desperately wanted to see what I was doing. Her heart was racing, making her breasts quiver ever so slightly. I was becoming aroused again. I slowly and deliberately undid each restraint, carefully placing them on her wrists and ankles. Lesson 3 "You move when I tell you to move." I went to do some household chores and run errands. When I returned she was writhing in her shackles. "I told you not to move didn't I?" I reached for the nearest implement with which to strike her. A hair brush. It will have to do. I smacked her thighs with the back of the hair brush, then her breasts. She barely made a sound. I turned the brush over. I gently raked the bristles across my hand, then firmly pressed them into her breast. She winced. I raked the bristles over her body in a firm but gentle, smooth continuous motion. She trembled. I put a blindfold on her. I could see her heart start to beat faster. I went my toy chest to find the right toy. A double dildo? Nah, I wasn't feeling that. Then I saw the double strap-on. Yes. I strapped up, and climbed onto the bed. As I lie there on my side next to her, making sure she could feel that dick on her leg, I start to whisper in her ear. Ever been fucked by a woman, slave D'Melleca? Have you ever had your pussy rubbed and stroked by another lady? Do you know what is feels like to have a female make you soaking wet? Do you know what if feels like to have her tongue flick your nipples, as her hair and breath caress you? Imagine that, slave D'Melleca. As I whisper to her, I begin to rub her pussy. She is already dripping wet. She starts to moan. "Shhh." Slowly, I mount her. On top of her, breasts to breasts, I guide my strap to the opening of her pussy and I leave it there. I start to whisper in her ear again. How does it feel, slave D'Melleca? You're about to be taken by another woman, and there's nothing you can do. What does it feel like to know you are about to be penetrated and fucked, by your Mistress until she cums? Does the thought of me moving in an out of your pussy, grinding against your pussy, pounding your pussy, turn you on? She starts to arch her hips toward me. I start to snicker a little. I look at her expression. It is begging me, pleading with me to fuck her. Her body is trying to move toward the dick. I move back a little. Not yet. I go back to her ear. You want me inside you real bad, don't you? You are aching for me to open that pussy up? You love how I feel on top of you, don't you? How do my nipples feel rubbing against yours? How does my breath feel caressing your ear and neck? She tries to arch a little harder. Her chains rattle. The clamor excites me and I dive in. She gasps. I smile. I start to fuck her slow and deep. She is trying desperately not to cry out. I start to fuck her a little harder. She is panting. I start to fuck her harder and harder. With each stroke my side of the strap starts to grind on my g spot a little harder. I start to arch upwards grinding the dick into her pussy and mine. She cried out "Fuck me!" I slapped her. I moved so I could get my breast in her mouth to make sure she stayed quiet. "Suck." Now, I am humping her. I'm grinding so hard I didn't notice that everything was wet. That nasty slut squirted all over everything. I was wet, the bed was wet. The thought of her sucking both her cum and mine off my pussy sent me to a screaming orgasm. I threw off my strap and brought my pussy to her mouth. "You know what to do, slave D'Melleca." Then I rested. As I lie there basking in my after glow, I hear, "Mistress Kyah, I need to use the bathroom." Moron. She is wrong on so many levels. I did not bother to respond to her. I simply got up, got a diaper and diapered her. "Now, you can go whenever you want." She looked surprised. What could she do? I got dressed and went to the phone to call her Dom. I told him that I was training our bitch and asked if he wanted to join me. "Oh yeah," I said, "I hope you remember that I'm yours too now." Not only did he remember, he was going to take full advantage. Take full advantage. I started to tremble with anticipation as I thought about what that could mean. I did not have to wait too long to find out. When he arrived, without saying a word, he grabbed me, baked me up against the wall, and kissed me long and deep. I got weak. We slid to the floor. He positioned himself between my legs. He pinned my hands above my head. He kissed me harder, deeper. The feeling of his body on top of mine, the weight of him made me tremble. He started to rub my clit. I became breathless. He let go of my hands in order to remove my clothes. As he undressed me he asked if I was aware of how long he wanted me? He started rubbing oil on my breasts. I got goose bumps. I started rubbing my pussy. He stopped me. "I'll take care of that." He rubbed oil all over my body. He slipped his oily fingers in and out of my pussy. I was starting to throb. He removed his fingers and slapped my throbbing pussy. I squealed with delight. I reached down to spread my pussy open. I wanted him to slap my clit. I needed him to calm my pussy down but he simply said, "My dick is so hard right now watching you spread that pussy for me." I wanted to feel his hard dick. I reached down and started to stroke his cock. He started to moan. I could not wait for him to penetrate me. I was breathing hard. My breasts were heaving. He kissed them. He began to lick and suck my nipples ever so gently. I began to writhe. He pinned me down with his body. He began to kiss my body, moving closer to the softest place on earth. When he got there my passion was flowing. "Mmmm." He lapped at my pussy. Then he started to eat my pussy. I started to moan. He grabbed my thighs and pushed up my legs. I grabbed his head and pulled his hair. I moved his head around as he sucked my clit. He started to suck harder and harder. I came. I started to put my legs down. He said, "Wait a minute. I'm not done yet." He stands on his knees between my legs stroking his dick. I smile and arch for him. He rubs his dick all over my pussy working me into a frenzy. He slaps my pussy with his hard dick then he starts to penetrate me, gently rocking back and forth. Oh my. His dick feels so good. I start to contract my muscles, squeezing his dick so I can feel it throb. We both moan. Our energy starts to build as we stare into each other's eyes. "Cum with me Kyah," he whispered. "Yes," I breathed. A noise coming from the bed snapped us out of our orgasmic stupor. I walked over to the bed to be cleaned by slave D'Melleca. As I lowered my pussy to her mouth, I said to her Dom, "The bitch probably needs to be changed." He had a look of confusion until he got a good look at her. I explained. I had to punish her for her behavior. Each time I thought we had an understanding, there was another transgression. This was the result. She could not move. She could not see. She was diapered. He changed her. The filthy bitch had soiled herself several times. When he finished, he looked at me intently. Suddenly he grabbed me and bent me over the bed, over slave D'Melleca. Before I could figure what he was doing, whack...whack...whack...whack...whack! I was stunned. He actually spanked me, ME! "Give me the respect I deserve. This is my slut," he said. Thirteen more whacks. I did not know what to do. I did say he could have me. So I did what I would want done in that situation. I said, "Thank you Dom. I hope I am forgiven." He stood me up, nodded and our attention turned to slave D'Melleca. I tried to focus on her but I was seething. How dare he spank me. Even though I offered myself to him, I did not mean like that. My mind was racing. I couldn't do anything to jeopardize this situation nor could I let go of the fact that he spanked me. Then it came to me. I knew exactly how to deal with the Dom. I needed to release slave D'Melleca in order for my plan to work. I said to him, "We need to get this bitch properly trained. After all, she is our slut now." He agreed. I walked over to the bed and I removed her blindfold. I told her the terms of her release. You will commit to your first lesson on touch. You will learn how to touch your Masters' bodies. You will follow instructions. You will be obedient and respectful at all times. If you are, and are a fast learner, once this lesson is complete, you may go for the day. She agreed. (c) 2008 Mistress Kyah Slave Dreams You were lying on your bed and I was kneeling over you with your cock deep in my cunt. Master D was standing at the side of the bed, floggers and singletail close by, a cane in His hand. A 3rd man was on the bed, behind me, stroking His cock. Several others stood close by, waiting for you to begin. You began thrusting up, deep into my cunt, and as you fucked me, you pulled me forward to expose my back and buttocks. Master D began with the cane; several swift blows to my buttocks, each one just a little higher than the other, until red welts covered my butt. As He beat me, you fucked me... my cunt tightening around you with each strike of the cane; my cum dripping all over you. Master D changed to a flogger and warmed my shoulders quickly. When my back and shoulders were a crimson blanket, He used His hands in an aggressive spanking of my butt. The welts from the cane added to the warmth and pain from the spanking and soon I was moaning in the most incredible painful pleasure... and through it your hard, hot cock filled all my cunt. Your hands moved to grasp the tender cheeks of my ass and as you spread me wide, the third moved into place. With one swift and powerful move, He penetrated my ass! I heard myself scream and then whimper as my torso flew up straight, you immediately pulled me back down toward you, and as the man began to viciously fuck my ass, Master D began with a crop across my shoulders. "Look into my eyes, slut! Tighten you cunt around me and hold still. Feel my cock deep inside you. I own you, and today you will be used well, whore," the feeling of your cock deep in my cunt, the cock being thrust in and out of my ass and the crop beating my shoulders was overwhelming! I needed to cum badly, but had not yet been given permission. Master D changed to the singletail. His whip was aggressive and He was in total "sadist form" this day. He whipped my shoulders and back, matching His strokes with the whip, to the fuck rhythm of the man in my ass.... All you had to do was hold my arms and enjoy the scene. "Open your mouth, whore" a cock was thrust into my mouth and the owner began to thrust in and out, keeping exact rhythm with the ass fuck and Master D's whip. Your hips began to thrust up again, no longer having to focus only on me; you knew I was in my zone. The man fucking my mouth was ready to complete... he had his instructions and pulled out of my mouth, stroking his cock and grabbing my hair, he pulled my face close to him. His cum covered my face and shoulders; not a drop missed its target. He stepped away, and after you admired his work, you called for another. One after another, the rest of these men stepped before me and used my mouth. Every orifice was filled and Master D's whip never missed a beat! "Cum for me, whore, and don't stop" my cunt went into immediate spasm and I began to gush over your cock; soaking you and the bed below you. As I was cumming, my cunt and ass tightened around the two cocks, so deep inside me. 3, 5, 9... I do not know how many different men fucked my mouth, and then covered my face and shoulders with their cum. I was beyond anywhere you had ever taken me before! You continued to talk to me "you are my whore, my slut. I will use you in any way I desire, and you will open your body to all I give you to. My back was covered in bruises; whipped to the point where I will bleed with any further blows. Master D put His whip down and took His place at my mouth.... "Now, we will fill you" for a brief moment, I was allowed to look into your eyes. The love that I saw there brought tears to my eyes, and I was in heaven. As Master D thrust His cock into my mouth, you and the 3rd became more aggressive in my cunt and ass. I could feel something explosive building inside me! Deeper and deeper, the three of you fucked me. Harder and more aggressively than I have ever been taken before. I could feel it happening, the throbbing from all 3 cocks and then I was given permission to move... "Finish all of us off, whore." With your words, I went crazy.... My hips moved forward onto you, backward to the cock in my ass, my mouth moved down onto Master D until He was deep in my throat and I sucked Him aggressively the 3 of you were hard and throbbing and my cunt and ass began to spasm. When I felt the first heat from your cum in my cunt, I used every muscle I could to suck you deep into my cunt and held you there. The 3rd, in my ass, felt it to and thrust deep where I could do the same with my ass. With quick clenching and unclenching movements in my ass and cunt, I milked you both and absorbed every drop and Master D fed me His cum. as my ass and cunt, sucked the cocks that were deep inside me, my mouth sucked the cock that was deep in my throat and I was filled to capacity and covered in cum! My dream ended with me collapsing and the three of you gently rolling me onto my side and covering me with a blanket. I slept peacefully and when I woke up this morning, I felt used and stretched. You own me; Master... use me, as you feel fit!