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Slave

By: Kau_Wela



He walked in the door and dropped his bags. He stood tall and somewhat defiant – very unlike all the others I interviewed that day. I got up form my desk and chair, clipboard in hand. I walked around him and made my notes: height, 5 feet ten inches; estimated weight, 170 – all muscle; hair and eyes, blue black and deep brown; skin, caramel. 'What a sight,' I thought as I circled him.

"Name?" I snapped crisply after I made my notes. I continued to pace around him. I saw that it made him nervous. I liked that. My heels made me nearly as tall as he was. The delicate swish of my short leather skirt against my thigh high nylons made his head turn. I smiled to myself. His eyes followed my silk shirt; the fabric pulled tight across my chest.

"Trigg, - my Lady," he answered evenly. I caught his slight hesitation. None of the other applicants called me that. Many said "Mistress," "Madam," or even simply calling my name. None called me "my Lady." I became curious, intrigued. I stopped my pacing in front of him. I leaned against my desk and took off my glasses. I took a good hard look. I raised an eyebrow to the hard nipples poking out from his thin undershirt. I watched growing bulge in his well worn jeans. 'Hmm,' I thought, 'This one is very different from the rest.'

"Why did you bring your bags?" I asked. "Do you really think I will choose you?"

"No, my Lady," he said breathlessly. The bulge in his pants grew by the moment. "But I brought them anyway," he finished.

"Why?" I snapped. I enjoyed watching him squirm. 'He's arrogant,' I thought to myself. That fact alone made me want to break him all the more. I continued my planned interview.

"Because - " he hesitated again, groping for the words. "Because I need to please you, my Lady."

"Is that so? " I mocked. "Well, let's see what you have to offer me, yes? Undress. Now" 

With deliberate slowness, he took off his clothes piece by piece. The boots came off first, then his socks, jeans and undershirt. Off came his overstuffed jock strap. 'Yes, indeed,' I purred to myself. His hot naked body stood before me. I got up and walked to my chair. I sat and donned my glasses again. His skin barely kept the thick muscles of his body in place. His rock hard nipples jutted out and offered themselves to me. His thin torso did nothing to hide his apparent strength. His sculptured legs involuntarily flexed under my scrutiny. I managed to control myself. His thick cock began to stiffen under my gaze. 

With a coldness that surprised even myself, I said only one word to him, "Hold." I picked up the phone on my desk. I paged my secretary and spoke at some length on rescheduling the rest of my day. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye. I looked from my schedule book and gave him a hard look. His face froze. I saw goose bumps rise on his chest. He stopped smiling. His cock jumped involuntarily. I graced him with a small smile. I finished my conversation and hung up. I stood and walked to him again. I walked around him never touching his body. Yes, I did want to try this one out.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered. I stopped behind him and watched his tight ass. The skin was firm and dimpled. "Ass up," I snapped. Within two seconds his chest hit the floor. "Bear down," I said. He complied in short order. I knew I liked him then. The view of his ass crack was delicious. I wanted to see how far he would go. "Now, spread your cheeks with your hands," I said. I watched again as he obeyed my command. To my surprise, his little hole winked at me several times with excitement. His erect cock throbbed. I knew he was my new toy then.

I went back to my desk and pulled the file I had on him. His application was intact. I walked around this "Trigg" as I read over his new file. From the form I found out all his desires, dislikes, kinks, abilities, past relationships and best of all his safeword, "baby." I felt the excitement build in me. I dropped his file back on the desk and decided on the last pat of the interview. 

Plan in mind, I reached into a side drawer and picked out my lightest thinnest rod. I went back to his kneeling form. I saw the nervous sweat trickle down his back. I lifted my skirt just a little and straddled his tense body. Between my legs was his tender ass. With relish I delivered four sharp cracks to his exposed bottom in slow succession. With the first blow Trigg tried to stifle his cries. By the last blow he couldn't hold it in any longer. What a sweet cry it was. I felt my juices flow. I moved from my position and bent to his ear. I saw a single tear fall down his cheek.

"Never. Make. Me. Wait." I whispered.

"Yes, my Lady," he said hoarsely as I took the rod and tapped it very lightly on his ass. I rubbed it on his little hole and grinned at the chills it gave him. "Yes, my Lady," he said again in a whisper.

"I'm glad we understand each other," I breathed in his ear. "Now, here are your duties. You are to exercise everyday for thirty minutes. Eat when you are hungry. Drink when you are thirsty. Relieve yourself if you must. Starting now your mouth and your prick have only one purpose – my pussy. Clear?"

"Yes, my Lady," He answered meekly.

"Good," I snapped. "Now get up and get dressed." I walked way from his kneeling form and sat at my desk. I watched him stand unsteadily. I then ignored him as I threw away the rest of the applications. As I set my desk to rights I saw that smile on his face out of the corner of my eye. 'Still arrogant are we?' I said to myself. 

"On second thought," I said in a cold voice. "Put on your socks and boots only." I stood and walked around my desk. I sat on the edge of it and said, "Come here." I watched him delicately walk to the desk. His boots made no sound on the floor. His white socks just peeked over the edge of the leather. His erect cock stood out before him like the prow of a ship. "Stroke that cock – but don't come," I said.

"Yes, my Lady," he answered and began to ride his fisted hand.

"That's right," I purred, "Get it nice and hard." I turned away from him and retrieved the rod. I straightened out the piles of papers on my desk and rearranged them to my liking. I heard Trigg's labored breathing and it sent ripples through my sex. I truly enjoyed this new toy. I finished fiddling around and turned back to him. The sweat dripped from his body. I decided to break him then

Taking hold of the rod, I stood and walked around him again. I stopped behind him. I tapped the rod on the backs of his knees. "Bend your knees," I said quietly and watched him obey. I leaned over to his shoulder. "C'mon," I whispered, "Don't hold back. Stroke it hard. Make it feel really good." His whole body shook. He began to grunt a little with each hard stroke. "Ah- ah!" I chided, " No holding back."

"Yes, uhn, yes, my Lady," he barely whispered. He stroked himself harder to my delight.

"Lean forward," I instructed. I directed his heaving shoulders forward with the rod. "One hand on the desk," I said. I watched excitedly as the sweat and pre-come dripped from his engorged dick. "There now," I purred, " Doesn't that feel better?"

"Yes, my Lady," he grunted. I knelt between his straining legs and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Delicately I licked each welt that lay across his skin. With trepidation I touched my tongue to his spasming hole. I nearly creamed at his shocked shouts. 

"Don't stop," I snapped loudly, "and don't come." I'm sure he said "Yes, my Lady," but it was lost in his grunts groans and wheezing. The sounds of his now slick cock sliding in his hand were intoxicating. Once more I licked his tight hole and enjoyed his cries. I tried to decide if I wanted to save my more creative ideas for another time. But I decided against it. It was time to indulge myself.

I ran the rod's tip up his spine and watched him shake. I did the same with my finger and raised an eyebrow. I rudely put the same finger in his panting mouth. "Suck it," I demanded. Greedily he obliged. I pulled the dripping finder out and promptly rubbed it over his tight hole. Trigg's flexing ass clenched hard. "Relax, damnit, " I snapped, "and don't stop."

"Yes, my Lady," he whimpered. He shook his head from side to side. His pained look almost made me relent. However, I knew he thought to outlast me. I grinned and slid the finger right in his tight hole. He cried out deep and heavy. I let the sweat roll down his back and worked in another finger. I pumped the fingers hard in his ass and commanded him not to stop. Grudgingly, he obeyed and fisted himself harder. Sweat flew from his body onto the desk. His cock oozed and his balls were tight. Trigg shouted with every self-given stroke. Yes, Trigg learned fast that he would obey me. He was mine now.

I looked at the clock on the wall. Three hours had passed since this upstart had walked into my office. "That's it," I encouraged, "C'mon, you can do it for me." Where was the time going? I knew one thing for sure. Trigg's control over himself drained from him like the sweat from his body. I laid the rod down on the desk in front of Trigg and sneaked a free hand around his body. I pinched a nipple hard. Trigg's yelp was my reward. "You are mine," I whispered in his ear, "You are here for my pleasure only. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes, my Lady!" he shouted. His self-control was nearly gone. It was time to break him completely. I disengaged my fingers and walked around to the desk

"You want to please me, don't you?" I asked nonchalantly. "You want to eat my pussy?

"Oh yes! Yes, my Lady!" he shouted. He was almost a pitiful sight. But I saw defiance still in his face. I knew what I had to do. I slid my body between him and the desk. I sat on the edge and parted my knees. I took his chin and made him focus on me.

"It's hot, you know," I stated calmly. "My pussy is hot, wet and tight. You want to taste it?" His breath came in hard gasps. His eyes glazed over at the sight of me licking my lips. He nodded not trusting his voice. I pinched his nipples and watched his control dissipate. "You want to lick my clit, don't you?" I asked. The question proved too much for him.

He began to beg me then. I knew his orgasm was close. "I can't hold it, my Lady! Please? Please!" His body shook violently. His face was twisted in desire and lust. Broken he was them, broken and mine. The defiance was gone in his face. He wanted release. Only I could give it to him. I couldn't believe how carried away I was getting. Another hour had passed. I listened to him beg me for bliss. I lifted my skirt and found that I was dripping like a leaky faucet. Now it was time.

"Not yet," I said coldly. Trigg kept pleading with me. I made out "Please" and "my Lady," but never together. His cries of mercy became unintelligible as I stripped to my nylons and shoes before him. I sat on my desk with my legs spread wide. "Ready?" I asked and put each heel on the edge on the desk. Trigg's eyes grew as large as saucers at the site of my open drenched sex. He nodded vigorously. "Come for me, then," I said, "Come right on my pussy."

Trigg screamed as the hot jets of semen erupted from his abused cock. He barely held his stance as the orgasm ripped through him. He tried to catch his breath but I didn't give him a chance. While his dick still oozed, I took his head in my hand. "Ready for your reward?" I asked sweetly. He nodded lazily. I pulled his mouth right to my come soaked pussy. " Suck it off," I ordered, "Lick me clean. That's a good boy," I purred. His hot tongue lapped up my own honey. I looked down to see his pained face. His pride was gone as I guided his tongue to the globs of his own come off my skin. I leaned down to his ear and whispered to him. "Keep stroking that cock! Good boy… Make me come and no one else will have this pleasure but you."

I could see his face fill with disgust that someone else might have me this way. Then his disgust turned to determination. His tongue redoubled its efforts. I felt it slowly caress my clit and take a long taste of my wet opening. Then I felt a strange sucking sensation. Trigg drank my overflowing juices greedily not daring to waste a drop of it. Hi hard tongue then penetrated me a little and I moaned in response. I grabbed his head and ground my crotch in his face. "That's it. Good boy," I said, "Eat that pussy, boy. Get on your knees, Eat it all," I kept up my flows of words. Trigg responded well to it. His tongue danced over my sex and gave me thrills I could only remember.

With Trigg on his knees, a supplicant before me, I discovered a very nice thing. If I stood on my toes just a little, my pussy was right at Trigg's tongue level. In my heels I had the perfect cunt slave. He and his tongue could treat me every time I came home. What a nice thought it was.

I opened my eyes to find that Trigg had nearly stopped his self-pleasuring. Casually I reached for the rod. With a quick stroke I stung his exposed ass. " Did I tell you to stop?" I asked him. "Give me your hand." I took one of his slim fingers and eased it in my tight hole. Trigg groaned. I pulled it out. "Now put that in your hole," I instructed. I watched with relish as Trigg began to bugger himself with his finger. "Don't stop," I ordered and stung him once again with the rod. I pulled his head closer to my pussy and stung him again with the rod. Trigg's tongue danced again over my clit. One fist pumped his growing cock. His other hand pumped a finger covered in my honey up his ass. Trigg was quite a site to see. I enjoyed stinging his arms and back when his self-pleasure slowed. But then something odd happened. I felt an orgasm building. None of the other applicants had ever lasted this long. Two more hours had passed. I didn't know what to expect. 'The orgasm will be huge,' I thought to myself, 'But will Trigg last until it comes?' There was only one way to find out. "Keep licking that clit," I ordered. I held the rod in my right hand and Trigg's head in my left. With every sting of the rod I gave to his back, my climax grew closer and his efforts increased. Then it hit.

Trigg's tongue pushed back the hood of my clitoris and flicked it rapidly. I felt him suck my honey hungrily. I watched him stroking his cock and pumping that finger up his ass. My legs clenched and my left hand held his mouth to my sex in an iron grip. I swear it was a reflex that I broke that rod across his back. My head fell back and I let loose a scream of delight lust and pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. Trigg relentlessly sucked my clit without stopping. 

After the waves of bliss finally released me I relaxed my grip one Trigg's head. I leaned back against my desk and closed my eyes. Damn, he was good. The orgasm I had was intense to say the least. 'It would be foolish of you to treat this one badly,' I thought to myself. 'I shall have to see to it that he finds no reason to leave my service,' I resolved. While I stood there just enjoying the euphoria, Trigg never stopped licking and sucking my crotch.

" Mmm, that was good," I murmured to him. "You'll do just fine. You want to be my new pussy boy, don't you? You want to eat me out everyday?"

"Yes, my Lady," he said quickly and pulled his mouth back down to my dripping sex.

"Mmm, yes," I sighed heavily, "You will do just fine. Now let me up." I was a little surprised to hear him whine. He barely slowed his tongue on my sensitive clit. "Trigg. Now." I snapped. Unwillingly he obeyed. Smartly he kept stroking his cock as he knelt there. I could see his other hand pumping away behind him. I was very pleased. 

My knees hardly supported me as I stood. I went to the phone and called my secretary. In a flash we canceled the rest of the appointments for the day. I reached in a different drawer and pulled out Trigg's new collar. It was a simple piece of leather. The silver snaps on the ends shined. There was a small curious D ring on it. 

I went to Trigg's kneeling form and fastened his new identity on him. I pulled him off his knees and close to me. "What is your purpose, pussy boy?" I asked coldly.

"Your pleasure, my Lady,' he said humbly and trembling.

I love breaking in new cunt slaves.

Slave



My Dear Sweet Master, 

Many apologies for being late in answering your very arousing email. I know this mere slave girl will be punished, but she is asking mercy. My Master is so good to punish me for my neglect and so good to this naughty slave when he uses her body for his pleasure. She lives for him and loves to feel his body on hers, his hard and throbbing cock inside her, using it like a weapon to show her he is her master. Oh, yes, she longs for his magnificent cock! She longs for his hands to use and abuse her body as he sees fit. She longs for his voice telling her what a slut slave cunt she is. She knows he must punish her for her willfulness and her disobedience and she is so fortunate to have a master who loves her and keeps her inline. Her breasts and clit ache for him.

She is desperate for him to restrain her and make her helpless. She longs for him to pull her head back by her hair and fuck her mouth with his hard cock, emptying his hot cum deep into her throat. She wants to be tied to the slanted spanking table with her ankles shackled to the spreading bar and feel the strikes to her ample bottom as her master turns her cheeks red with the riding crop. She will scream and cry and wiggle her bottom trying to get away from the blows and beg him to stop, but he will not stop until he is satisfied she has learned her lesson. When he is finished, her pussy will be wet, her juices running down the inside of her thighs. She will beg him to fuck her! 

I am closing my eyes now, Master, and remembering the last, delicious time you punished this insolent slave girl.

"Please Master, I am so hot, PLEASE FUCK my unworthy cunt! Please," she pleaded.

His cock was hard again but he will NOT fuck her love hole. He didn't tell her she could speak. She needs more punishment for being insolent. He obtains two long pieces of duct tape and puts one end on each reddened ass cheek and pulling them tight, attached the other ends to the table, spreading her wide, exposing her puckered hole. 

She was fearful, but knew better than to speak. 

Her master approaches the head of the table and tangles his hand in her hair pulling her head up HARD so she can see what he is showing her. It was a huge black vibrating dildo. She had never seen one as thick and as long as this one. It will surely kill her! She thought, and begins to cry. 

"Do you like this my sweet slave cunt? You may answer me. Stop that crying NOW and answer me!" He demanded. 

Choking back sobs she answered, "No, Master, I don't like it. PLEASE don't use that on me." 

"Insolent slave! I will not use this on you, he shouted. He picked a different black dildo that was larger than the first one. "I will use 'this' one on you instead. You will learn who is master here!" 

She began to sob. "Yes, Master, I am your humble slave girl, please punish me." 

"That's better, my little cunt." He kissed her roughly and let go of her hair, her face slamming hard on the table. He stood behind her and turned on the powerful vibrator, then began inserting it dry into her tight asshole. Entry was difficult so he forced it all the way inside, filling her, her asshole tearing and beginning to bleed. 

She screamed! 

He wasn't finished. He picked up the first black dildo he had shown to her and slammed it into her hot wet cunt and turned the vibrator on. 

She screamed again. 

"I didn't tell you you could scream, Bitch!" he said. "You need a hard lesson today." 

She felt his hands in her hair again. 

He jerked her head up saying, "Scream again you worthless whore!" 

When she opened her mouth to scream, she felt her mouth being filled with his thick hard cock. It was so engorged with blood it barely fit into her mouth. He shoved it down her throat, and fucked it HARD and FAST! 

With her asshole filled and her pussy filled and his cock fucking her throat, she couldn't breath, but came again and again until she was exhausted. 

He shot his load deep into her throat and left his cock in her mouth until it softened then let it slide out. She was unconscious by then. He removed the dildos, unshackled her and carried her to bed. 

She woke up in his arms. "Master, I hurt." She felt him place clamps on her nipples. 

"Yes, sweet slave, I know you hurt. You know I have to punish you for your own good, don't you?" 

"Yes, Sir. I was insolent and need to be punished I'll be a good slave girl, Master. 

"I know you will, Slave, and as a reminder, I'm going to give you a taste of what will happen if you disobey me again. Now stand up." 

She struggled to stand on wobbly legs. 

He told her to stand where she was and not move. He placed a clit clamp on her and fastened it to the chain that connects the nipple clamps. He tightened all of the clamps and pulled the chain until her pink nipples were stretched as far as they would stretch and her clit was pulled past her pussy lips. 

She obeyed him and stood in place as he pulled and released the chain over and over again. She wanted to scream and complain, but knew better. 

He pulled the chain tight and said, "Follow me slave." He pulled her by the chain across the room, out into the hall and down the stairs. He walked her through the house; the chain pulled taunt all the time, and back up the stairs. He then ordered her onto the bed. He attached the ring in the middle of the chain to a hook hanging from the ceiling, her nipples and clit stretched to the limit and red, and engorged with blood. He wrapped restraints around her wrists and secured them to the headboard far above her head. He then put straps around her knees and secured them to either side of the bed rail, spreading her wide. He looked at her pussy and juices were running down her ass onto the sheet. 

"I'm going to fuck your cunt now, Slave. With each of my thrusts the clamps will move and pull. I'm going to fuck you nice and slow for a long time, to prolong your agony and to prolong my pleasure. When my cock has had enough of your sweet tight pussy, I will finish fast and furious. If you scream or whimper, we will do this again, over and over, until you know I am MASTER and you are my slave to use and abuse as I see fit." 

With that said, he used his finger to furiously rub her sensitive and engorged clit until she came. Then he entered her with one hard push and took his pleasure slowly, staying hard by watching her beautiful face contort in agony. 

"Do you like this, my lovely slave? Does it feel good? "Yes, Master," she sobbed. "Does it hurt?" "Yes, Master, it hurts." "Good, I want you to hurt. It gives me pleasure and it gives you pleasure. Can you feel how wet you are? "Yes, Master, I am very wet and your cock feels very good." 

"Oh, my little slave whore, you are such a treasure. Your pussy is very hot and wet and tight and my cock can last for a long time buried inside of you so deeply. I love fucking you like this, watching your nipples and clit being pulled by the clamps and chains. Seeing the pain on your face. Knowing you want to moan and whimper and scream, but don't dare for fear of what I might do next, if you make me punish you more. I 'can' last a long time, but I'm not going to. I'm going to punish you while fucking you good."

Holding her ass up with his hands he begans to pick up speed. "I see more tears, Slave. That is good!" He leaned forward and sucked each nipple tip hard and felt her inner muscles tighten around his cock. 

She came and came hard! Her whole body shaking. 

"That's it, Cunt. I knew you would like this, but not as much as I. I'm going to finish this now, and I don't want to hear a sound out of you. If you understand, nod your head." 

She nodded her head yes. 

"Good! Here we go! He held her ass high and slammed into her pussy hard and deep, fast and furious, watching her nipples and clit being pulled until they bled. He couldn't believe how hard he was, how tuned on he was. 

"Oh, yes," he said, "YES! YES! YES!" 

He shot rope after rope of hot cum into her love hole, emptying his balls. He couldn't remember a time when he had come so hard. He caught his breath while his cock went soft and slid out of her. Then he unhooked the clamps from her bleeding nipples and clit. After taking the restraints off her, he gathered her limp body into his arms and told her what a good slave she was, and how much he loved her.

"We will do this again, my sweet slave cunt whore. I have plans for you. You will experience things you can't imagine. Tonight was just a small taste of what is to come."



Slave



"What do you mean you're dropping out of college!?" My mother screamed.

"Look mom, I'm just not cut out for it, I barely passed my classes last semester. I'm better off doing something else."

"Like what?! You don't want to go into the military, what can you possibly do?"

I remain silent.

"Listen Christina, you need your college degree. Do have any idea how hard it is to find a job without one, you'll make minimum wage for the rest of your life!"

"Maybe I'll become and actress of something," I said. 

"Sigh, you still don't understand! I hope when your father gets home he can reason with you."

"There's nothing he can say that will change my mind! He'll try to make me go work at his lame-ass job!"

"Don't use that tone of voice in this house!" 

"Well you didn't get your degree either."

"Christina, times are different! It's hard out there."

"You're blowing this college thing way out of proportion, I'm going out now."

"Christina, you're not going anywhere, it's ten at night!"

"Mom, I'm eighteen!"

"You're father will be home soon."

"I'M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND LISTEN TO ONE OF DAD'S LETURES!" And with that I leave.

"Christina, Christina, get back here!" Christina!

I ran down the road. My mother was slow and wouldn't be able to catch me. I'll be back at eleven; it'll be enough time for parents and myself to cool off.

I was now at the end of my street and I turn right. It seem completely dark and not a car insight and no noise. Suddenly an SUV speed by but I ignored it but then I see the emergency lights flashing. I see a man emerge from the SUV and started opening the hood. As I passed by he suddenly called out to me.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have a cell phone I could borrow?"

"Yes I do." I hand it him. The man looked forty maybe older but I didn't care. He was calling but I didn't pay any attention to that either. When he's done he gives me back my phone.

"That you miss, you been a good help. Do you need a ride?"

"No I'm good but thank you." I watch as he puts the hood down on the SUV. He heads back into driver's seat. "Everything's find right?" 

"Yes but I should reward you, help is so hard to come by these days."

"Um right, but I don't need a reward."

"Oh please I insist."

I nod and wait. A few seconds later he approaches me.

"Look over there!" He suddenly said.

I look and suddenly something is place over my mouth and I Inhale something and I slowly lose consciousness. 

I awaken several hours later but I couldn't move. I soon discover that I'm chained and naked. What the hell was going on? A door opens and a light flashes down, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I look up and see a man. He was the same guy I saw with the SUV. He was grinning at me. "Where am I?" I asked. 

"You're at my house, Christina."

"Why am I here? Why am I naked?" He ignored my questions and approached me and started stroking my face. He told me his name was Earl and started complementing me on how large my tits were as he began touching them. He told me I was perfect and then started explaining on how his wife died four years ago and since then he's been watching porn, looking at dirty magazines, going to strip clubs and been with prostitutes but it was not enough, he wanted something permanent. He told me how he'd been watching me for while now and I was destined to fulfill his sexual needs. 

"No, please let me go!"

He shook his head and said: "You belong to me now."

He started to unchain me and once he did I tried to run but he grabs my arm and slaps me.

"You're not going anywhere!" He said and grabs me by my hair and neck. 

He takes me upstairs to his room and sat me on the bed. I was terrified as he began undressing. Once he was nude he grabs me and we begin. I started slow and I began going up and down but it wasn't fast enough for Earl so he grabs my hair hard and commands me to put some enthusiasm into it. I started going faster and I let out a moan and he started moaning as well and he puts his hands on my hips. 

"Yeah, that's it!" He cheered. 

I felt nothing but hatred for this man who was making me cum. At the end of it he was satisfied and I cried that this had to happen to me. I was no longer a virgin. 

"I knew I made the right choice, you were just the way I imagine. The only thing I don't like is fact that you're a brunette but that's gonna change. Tomorrow you become a blond like my late wife."

He took me back to the basement where he had a cage setup for me. He told me that he wasn't going to take any chances on me escaping. He would only let me out when he has need for me other than that I was going to be in this cage. He told that tomorrow is when I begin my training. 

The next day he took me out of the cage and I took a shower while he watched and I was force to dye my hair blond. Once that was done he laid my clothes out which was a French maid outfit. He told me this was what I'll be wearing everyday and he tons more and in an array of colors. I was required to cook, clean and do all the other house work save any work outside, he would take care of that himself and I was to refer to him as daddy. 

I was now a sex slave to this perverted man. Every day he would take me out of the cage and I would do my duties. If messed up on something I would pay for it later. I had to dress up as a naughty school girl and he would chain me to the bed and whip my bare ass hard with a paddle or a nine tale whip but he only use that if I really messed up and that's only been done twice. I could not listen to the radio; get on the computer or any of that stuff. He got rid of my phone. The only time I could watch TV was with him and that was seldom. When we did watch he only watched what he wanted to watch and during that time he would always put a leash and collar on me so I couldn't escape because sometimes he would fall asleep. At nights I didn't wear anything because the basement was extremely hot. This is how it went. Every day is was doing this and he would take me anytime he wished without my say in the matter. All three of my holes would be filled to the brim every week. Every time he went out I was in the basement. 

It was now the last Friday of the month. He told me to make sure the whole house was clean and to cook a big meal enough for twenty people. 

"What's the occasion?" 

"Wait and see." He answered. 

Night came and Earl AKA Daddy was wearing a suit and I had on a fresh pink and black French maid outfit. 

The doorbell rang and Earl opens to the door. I could see that women, all women came inside. There were twenty of them. Earl was greeting them all and then they all stood in a row. 

"Let our monthly orgy began!" Earl said proudly.

I could not believe what I just heard him say. 

"Bring out the food!" He barked at me.

I watch as many of the women began stripping and they start feeling on each other and began the orgy. I watch in disgust as many of them put the food on themselves and had others lick it off them. I watched as Earl had two women licking his penis and I was so infuriated because he claimed he didn't like brunettes and wanted me to become a blond and yet they are many who had black and brown hair and there were three red heads and (a woman with blue hair?!) 

As I went back into the kitchen I started thinking that perhaps I could use this as an opportunity to escape, the majority of women there were blonds, maybe I get away without him noticing.

"Christina, get out here with the other sandwiches!" 

"So that's Christina."

"Yeah, Eva that's my woman, she's very good."

"How old is she, Earl?"

"Eighteen."

"Was she a virgin?"

"She was but I popped her cherry the first night." 

"Damn Earl, you sure know how to spot them. Is she available?"

"Yeah sure, she's been working so hard, she deserves a break." 

"Alright I'm going to have my shot."

I just got done serving the last of the sandwiches and was thinking of a way to leave but then the short red head, the blue head and a blond approach me. The short red head with tattoos and a nose stud took my arm and she and the other two head to Earl's room.

Once we entered Earl's room the women stared at me.

"Please, you have to get me out of here."

"You're not going anywhere. You're Earl's property! And as his property you are required to do what he says and he gave us permission so you will do what we say!" The one called Eva said.

The three women move in closer 

"Wait, what are you planning to do to me!?"

"Isn't it obvious? We're planning to fuck you!"

"No please, I don't do that type of thing!"

"Didn't Earl tell of want you're required to do?"

"Yes he did."

"Then we have no problems."

"Please, he didn't mention this!"

Eva laughed. "Oh I get it he wanted you to find out this way!"

"Find out what?"

"You're cute and dumb, a good trait! What Earl didn't tell you is that you're required to go both ways!" 

With a snap of her fingers the two women grab me before I had a chance to resist. They started to rip my pink and black French maid outfit off. I tried to resist but the women were too strong. They held me down on the floor and Eva took off my thong.

"You've got a fine ass." SLAP. "You're ready for your first girl on girl fuck action!"

With the snap of Eva's fingers the two women pick me up and put me in the bed. Eva crawls on me held my head down. I could feel her finger in my ass and she began first and others waited their turn. She starts rubbing my pussy. 

"Oh your pussy is getting wet. See you're already enjoying this!"

I let out a scream as Eva began sucking my pussy. I let out a moan and then another. I was being turn on by a woman!

"That was just the start. Now suck mine!"

I was hesitant about doing this. "Please don't make me this," I pleaded.

She grabs me my hair.

"Bitch, when I give you an order you do it now get in there!"

She shoves my head into her naked crotch and I began sucking her juices.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh yeah, that's good! That feels good! Keep going!"

Eva snaps her fingers and the blue and blond woman join in. The blue starts assaulting my asshole and pussy with her fingers and the blond woman takes my right breast into her mouth. We moaned and groaned and then the women stopped and switched positions. Blue takes her turn. She started doing me missionary while Eva watched and Blondie played with herself. Blue was thrusting faster and faster and I knew it was going to happen soon! "Yes, yes, oh I'm gonna cum!!"

I could hear Eva laughing. "The bitch loves it, just like we thought! She just needed a little encouragement!"

"AAAHHHH!" I cried out.

"Okay it's my turn!"

Once Blue was cleared Blondie took over. She turns the other direction and started sucking up my pussy juice. Suck mine she commanded and I did so. 

"Oh yes, yes! You're a natural Kristen or whatever hell your name is!"

"That's Christina," I corrected.

"Hey no one told you talk or correct me so keep sucking my pussy you stupid bitch!" 

"Yes ma'am," I said and continue sucking.

After having my one on one session with each woman, they started to leave and I started to cry. How could this have happed?! Three women made me cum and I'm a slave to some horny man! The three women just laughed as they left.

An hour had passed and I stopped crying. I notice that the moaning had stopped. I quietly exit the room and see that everyone had left and Earl was nowhere in sight. This was my chance but as I open the door it suddenly closed. I looked and see Earl. He was infuriated.

"You stupid bitch, I told you that you weren't going anywhere! You belong to me!"

He grabs me by my hair and tells me to clean up. He watched me as I did it. 

"This is just the beginning! As you heard this is a monthly orgy, meaning that this will happen every last Friday of every month and you will be required to go both ways! Do you understand me!?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy," I said sadly. 

I spent that entire night crying. I should have never left home because I was angry, if hadn't then perhaps this wouldn't had happen. I wonder what parents are doing? I pretty sure they're looking for me. Will I ever be found? Escape is my only way out!

As the days went on by I soon was aware that there were two people that I hated the most! First it was Earl and second was Eva. She would come over a few times a week and take me. Earl didn't mind sharing me with her. Sometimes we would have a three way and other times it was separate. One time after lovemaking while I laid there in bed, she got up to change and leave and notices my silver necklace. It was the only attachment I had left of my parents; they got it for me when I first entered college.

"Oh what's this? It's nice."

"Hey don't touch that! It's mine!" I yelled.

"Oh really, It's mine now."

I leap out of bed and try to grab it. "Give it back!"

"You want well here it is!"

She puts my necklace inside of her top and with quick reflexes she grabs my head and rubs my head between her breasts. She then proceeds to slap me. I stumble backwards and fall face down on the bed. I tried to get up but she held me down by placing her hand around the back of my neck and presses her body weight on mine. 

"Listen you bitch! Love isn't cheap; nothing in this world is cheap save the air you breathe and perhaps the water you drink! I don't know what attachment you have to this necklace but it's now severed! Earl took a great risk obtaining you! It's time you paid him back! You belong to Earl! He's your master and you're his sex slave and I will enforce that! Earl, I and the rest of the girls have joint custody over you! You are nothing but a sex object! Learn your place bitch, learn your place!"

With that Eva leaves and I lay there crying! 

The days went on by and one day I notice that it was almost noon. Earl would have usually got me out of the basement by now; I wonder what was going on. The door opened but it was not Earl it was Eva.

"Listen bitch, Earl has collapsed and was rushed to hospital. He'll be out for awhile."

That was the best news I heard in awhile. This was my chance to escape. Eva takes my hand and we head up stairs. Once we're up stairs I find Blue and Blondie waiting for me and they had all kinds of equipment. 

"What is all this?"

"We know you're gonna try to escape so we're here to change your mind." Blue answered.

I try to escape but Eva was strong, she pulled me toward them and when that didn't work she slapped me and the women grab hold of me and take me to Earl's room. They chain me to the bed and begin taking turns raping me. They unchain me only to turn me on my chest and chain me up again and they started to torture me. They beat my ass with a whip, a cane usually carried by an old person and a paddle. They all laughed at me.

"You're gonna get yours you stupid bitch!" Blondie laughed.

"Get ready bitch!' Eva announced. "You see, my uncle owns a cattle ranch so I had this made special just for you! It's branding iron and ready to put some fire on your ass!"

"NO please, don't do this!" I pleaded. 

"We gave you the option of submitted willing but now we have to resort to this!" 

My pleadings for mercy went unanswered and I screamed as Eva branded my ass. 

"Ha! It's says 'Earl's Property' you are Earl's property and will do what is required of you, bitch!" 

She brands my other ass cheek and I scream again. 

"You can cry all you want but it won't change a thing!" 

"Your torture has only begun!" Blue said.

"The anal beads next, Blondie," Eva commanded 

"No please, don't!" I scream as the anal beads are inserted into my asshole."

Blondie laughs as she brings it deeper into my ass. The other women laughed as they rummaged through their bags for more stuff. Blue inserts a dildo into my mouth.

"Suck on that bitch!" 

Thirty minutes later they unchain me and order me to fix them breakfast. Once breakfast was ready Blue puts the leash and collar on me and tied me to a chair. They sat and ate and talk and laughed like everything was normal. I could hear my stomach growling and so could they.

"Oh I think the bitch is hungry."

"Oh I think you're right, Blue. Should we feed her, Eva?"

"Yeah sure, you know what to do."

Blue brings out a dog dish for me. What they gave me was their leftovers.

"Eat your food, bitch!" 

I did as I was told. 

"Good bitch. Now bark like one!"

I bark.

"Good bitch, good."

Once the women were done with their meals Blue unchains me and told me to crawl. We head into bathroom. 

"Go take a shower and come back when you're changed, bitch, understand?"

"Yes."

After I was done Eva gropes my titties. I tried to resist but she forces me against the wall and kisses me. She proceeds play with them some more. She pulls down my top and starts squeezing, pinching and sucking on my nipples. After that she puts some nipple clamps on them and then sticks a vibrator in my ass. I had to clean up with this thing in me making feel uncomfortable and yet aroused. I let out several moans as the women watch and laughed. I attempt to pull it out but Eva grabs me and lays me on the table on my chest and ties my arms and legs to chairs. They continue to watch my suffering and laugh. Soon after, Eva untied me and we went the bathroom. They ordered me to sit on the floor. As I set there Eva, Blondie and Blue start peeping on me. I was so humiliated by this and judging how much was coming out they drank a lot. Once they were done they order me to clean it up but not before changing clothes. 

My ordeal continued everyday Earl was out, Blue and Blondie only participated for three days and the rest of the time it's was me and Eva. My torture was less painful because they wanted my body to be in good shape for Earl but it was still so wrong, doing all this to me, making me cum to them. 

As the new day began I started cleaning and fixing Eva's breakfast. Once I served breakfast she ordered me just to wait. After she took three bites she demanded milk, of course I knew what this meant. I pull my top down and she began caressing my tits. Her tongue touch my areolas first and then my nipples. During the last two days that Blue and Blondie were here they began milking me and forcing me to moo like a cow. This was just so horrible. Eva made me put a matching blue bra and thong with stocking and suspenders and give her a lap dance after that like every other day she would lay me either on the bed or table and put different liquids on my intimate parts such as my pussy and suck it dry, she even once put hot grits on my stomach and while I was in pain she and the other women laughed and then licked it off me, I was even required to lick liquids off them, I even had to lick my own pee off myself. 

Another day came but this time nobody came for me. I was in my cage all day and all night, I didn't get any food or water. The day lasted so long that I didn't know what do, I wanted to go home but I couldn't.

The next day Eva and Blue came to see me. Eva explained that she and others were working and were sorry but that was a total lie.

"Well we're off."

"Wait, I'm so hungry."

Eva laughed. "Please bitch, it was just one day, people can last more than that."

"Please!"

"Very well but you'll have to earn it. Play with yourself!" 

I did as I was told. I lie back on the floor and begin gently stroking my pussy with my left hand and with my right I began working my nipples. I began moaning and hating myself for doing this but I had no choice. I did this for little while and then I climaxed.

"Blue, she may have her reward."

I was delighted until I saw the dog bowl and Blue had a bag with three cans of dog food and some water. 

"My dog does not like this brand so I thought why not give it to the other bitch!" 




Slave



"This is all you're getting, so you better make it last," Eva explained and laughed.

Once Blue opened the cage I grab her leg and plead with her to let me go but she pushes me down and then pulls me up by my hair and slaps me.

"You'll eat and like it bitch!"

They close the cage and leave me. For two more days not counting today I suffered. It felt like an eternity, I cried and cursed all that time. 

The fifth day came and I stood there as Eva came down the stairs. 

"Well, look at you! You've finished your dog food and you look different. Broken! I think you've learned your lesson, cunt!"

I nod.

"Now get changed and get this place cleaned, which includes the basement."

I nod. 

I showered and put on my French maid outfit and began cleaning up the place. Once that was done I was ordered to change again into fresh one.

"Your master is coming home today. Blondie has gone to pick him up and he told me to tell you to have this place spotless."

I nod. 

An hour passed and the door bell rang. Eva opened it and there was Blondie and Daddy. 

"Welcome back, Earl."

They talked a few minutes and then left. 

"Tell the girls that our monthly orgy is still a go."

"Are you sure?"

"I just need a bit of rest. I'll be ready for tomorrow."

Eva nods and closes the door, now it was just me and Daddy. He gives me a signal and I sigh and pull down my black thong and turn around and pull up my dress as I got on all fours. I hear him unzip and approach me. He touches the branded lines on my ass. 

"Ah I see that Eva did a fine job." 

He inserts his penis into my asshole and begins humping me. He lets out a grunt and starts going faster, I feel the liquid load enter my ass. He slaps my ass and then his left hand goes into my top and grabs my left breast and shakes it. 

"Ohhhhh yes! Good to be back!"

"Yes daddy." I sigh and resign to my fate; I 'am Daddy's property and will be treated as such. I'm also Eva's, Blue's, Blondie's and the rest of the women's bitch.

THE END.



Slave



"My husband has bought another fucking slave," griped Athena.

She was currently hosting a little 'in home' party for a group of her friends (female) and they were all indulging in a little bitching about husbands and lovers.

"And precisely what is wrong with your husband buying another slave," asked one of the girls.

"I just told you. She's not a slave. She's a fucking slave. It seems that she an eighteen year old virgin."

"Uh, I think you've just contradicted yourself," murmured Moira. "Is she eighteen or is she a virgin?"

"Both," said Athena with a sigh. "I've no idea where he found her, but he did."

"Well, why don't you bring her in so we can check her out? If she's still a virgin she must be a model for gargoyles."

Athena nodded and clapped her hands.

Sampson, her Major-domo, was promptly at her side, bowing low.

"Mistress?" he inquired.

"Fetch the new slave. We wish to look at her."

"Immediately, Mistress," said Sampson, bowing out.

The women continued chatting desultorily while they waited. In a short while Sampson returned, escorting a tall woman, covered in a cloak.

"Sampson," said Athena irritably, "I said we wish to see her, not just have her in our presence. Remove the clothing. All of it."

"Your will, Mistress," said Sampson, indicating that the two escorting slaves should strip the new slave. "Her name is Isabel."

"Good god," said Moira. "No wonder she's a virgin. She probably killed anyone who approached her."

The new slave was an unusual specimen. Standing two metres tall, she had bright red hair and green eyes. A small red tuft at her thighs showed the hair colour to be authentic. She was well endowed, and her firm young breasts jutted proudly, while her waist dipped in to flare out at the hips.

"If you don't mind, Mistress," said Sampson, "a little history. It appears that she was well guarded at her home until the slavers raided. When they found what they'd caught they also took precautions to guard her well. It is said that one slave did get to her, but she killed him before he could damage her. She broke his neck I understand.

The master paid quite a high price for her."

"Ye gods, Athena," gasped Moira. "You really don't want that woman in the household. She'll destroy it."

"Forget the household. Think of your husband. If he decides to deflower her she'd probably break his neck, too," pointed out another friend.

"Not likely," sniffed Athena. "Arturo would just arrange to have her fastened to the ground so she couldn't stop him doing anything he wanted.

Tell me, Sampson. Does she speak out language?"

"No, Mistress. She refuses to learn. The slavers chose not to whip her as they did not wish to mark her skin. My lord has also stated the same restrictions."

"You know," said Athena thoughtfully. "I really don't like that arrogant bitch. Look at her, standing there looking down at us as though she was just as good as us. 

Neither do I like the idea of her getting her claws into Arturo. I think I need to have her brought down a peg."

"So what do you intend to do?" asked Moira with a smirk.

"Well, it seems to me that she'd lose a lot of her appeal to Arturo if she lost her virginity. Why don't we arrange that?"

"Um, possibly because Arturo would have anyone who takes her castrated, even if they did do so on your orders," pointed out Moira.

"And this concerns us because?" asked Athena.

The girls laughed. 

"So, who do you get to do the job?" asked one of her friends.

"I have no idea, but I'm sure Sampson can help.

Sampson, who on the estate had the biggest cock? Slave or guard, it doesn't matter. Preferably someone butt ugly." 

Samson smiled. "That would be Rudolfo, Mistress. He's a slave. He's big, ugly and has rather large masculine parts. If he was subsequently to lose them over this it would not matter."

(Especially it would not matter to Sampson, who would quite like to see his biggest rival castrated.)

"Fetch him."

The women waited expectantly for Rudolfo to be produced. They were not disappointed. Sampson brought him in naked so that they could inspect his endowments. Rudolfo was even taller than the red headed slave and probably twice as broad, all of it muscle. His face had the well-used look of someone who used his face to catch fists and feet.

Athena nodded. "You, slave," she said, nodding to Rudolfo, "examine that female slave carefully. And don't worry if you get an erection doing it. It will be expected."

Rudolfo bowed and turned to Isabel and proceeded to run his hands over her. She reacted violently, causing the two slaves who had come in with her to promptly take hold of her arms.

"Hold," snarled Athena, and the little tableau froze.

"Rudolfo, step back. Sampson, do you have your whip?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Sampson nervously, wondering what to do now.

"Then give that slave a lash," said Athena, pointing at one of the slave next to the redhead.

Sampson smiled with relief and obeyed.

"Rudolfo, place your hand on her breast. Sampson, if she objects, lash the slave next to her again."

Looking furiously at the women, Isabel stood still, letting Rudolfo run his hands over her. By the time he was finished he was standing tall and she was red faced with humiliation.

"Well, Rudolfo," said Athena, "you seem to have the equipment we require for the job. Do you feel yourself capable of ravishing your new friend?"

An evil glow came into Rudolfo's eyes. He bowed low.

"If that is your wish, Mistress," he replied.

"Then do so. Here and now."

"Certainly, Mistress," Rudolfo agreed. "If I may ask a couple of questions?"

"Questions? You do know what to do, don't you?" scorned Athena.

"I do, Mistress. I but wondered if there was a particular position you wanted me to use and if I should make her enjoy it or not."

The women looked at each other.

"You know, she'd probably really hate it if he made her like it," sniggered Moira. 

"And she looks as if she likes to see what is going on around her. Which means she'd probably prefer to be taken from the front where she can see what's happening, even if it is her own rape. So have that brute take her from behind."

"I assume you heard that," Athena snapped at Rudolfo. "From behind and make her like it. If you fail, you will be flogged. Now proceed."

Rudolfo turned towards Isabel, smiling his triumph. He pointed to himself, pointed to her, made a circle of his fingers on one hand and thrust a finger into the circle. He then pointed at his erection and moved towards her.

The two slaves who were in attendance on the redhead stepped back, and Isabel attacked, having no intention of submitting quietly, or at all, if she could help it.

Isabel was fast. Rudolfo was faster, catching her wrists easily and twisting, forcing them behind her back.

"Did I mention, Mistress," murmured Sampson, "that Rudolfo was a gladiator until he was sentenced to slavery for thieving?"

The easy way Rudolfo handled Isabel showed he was a skilled opponent. He easily countered any move that Isabel tried while at the same time moving her steadily towards a couch.

As the women watched, Rudolfo bent Isabel over the end of the couch, one hand easily holding her wrists in the small of her back. His other hand dropped down and slipped between her legs, teasing and arousing.

Isabel was in full cry. While not knowing the language it was relatively easy for the women to understand what she was staying. A stream of abuse rained down on Rudolfo's head, along with protests that she was not going to do this. In reply, Rudolfo's hand was busy, dipping between Isabel's legs and intruding into her passage.

Finally satisfied that Isabel's body was ready for his invasion, even if she was still in full cry, Rudolfo positioned himself. Isabel's cries rose steeply as he started to push home, a crescendo being hit when he paused for a moment and then pushed firmly through the barrier than marked Isabel as a virgin.

Once in place, Rudolfo proved to be surprisingly gentle, giving Isabel time to adapt to what was happening to her. Her protests had died away and she stood mute as Rudolfo gently slid in and out of her passage.

When Isabel finally gave a despairing groan and started moving rhythmically under Rudolfo the women gave a derisive cheer. Rudolfo turned to flash them a smile, having proved his ability to bring pleasure to Isabel against her will.

Now that Isabel was cooperating, Rudolfo set to work with a will. He hammered into her, driving in hard, while poor Isabel struggled to make sense of the assault upon her senses. In sheer self-defence she was pushing back to meet him when he drove into her, the ongoing invasion seeming easier to take that way. Odd feelings were surging through her and tensions were building. If this continued something had to give, and Isabel didn't know what.

Isabel's bottom bobbed as she thrust defensively against Rudolfo's erection, taking it into her and accepting it, only to feel it retreat, gathering strength for another thrust. She was squealing volubly again, wanting this assault to stop, while at the same time wanting it to continue so that her tensions could be released.

Her squeals and protests were coming faster as Rudolfo continued to hammer home, moving faster and harder. Isabel felt something hot splashing deep inside her, whatever it was, it was obviously the key to unlocking the gathered tensions. She shrieked and shuddered, helplessly clinging to the erection that was continuing to pound her, while her body shivered in a fit of ecstasy. 

Athena watched, satisfied. Turning to Sampson, she spoke.

"Call the guard."

Moments later a small guard unit trotted in.

Athena pointed to Rudolfo who was still holding Isabel, feeling her squirm feebly under him, enjoying the last movements she made as she writhed slowly on his cock.

"Take that man, gag him and bind him, immediately."

The first Rudolfo knew of his approaching problem was when he was rudely seized, gagged and his wrists lashed behind him.

"That slave has just ravished the master's new slave," Athena informed the Captain of the unit. "Take him and castrate him immediately. You will also remove his tongue. Let him be an example of what happens to rapists."

Turning to address her friends, Athena shook her head sadly.

"It's just terrible what happens if you don't watch the slaves every moment. Who'd have though a slave would have the nerve to do such a thing, and in front of us. Absolutely shocking.

Sampson. Remove the victim of that terrible assault and have her sold elsewhere. I'm sure the master will have no use for her now.

Tell me girls, what else of interest has been happening?"



Slave



I walked up the driveway with my suitcase for my new life, I'd met her online, I never thought I'd move countries for someone let alone leave everyone I knew and give up complete control. At the door way I stripped down to nothing pushing all my clothes into the suitcase. I knocked on the door and got on all fours. Head to the ground ass in the air, she opened the door wearing a short skirt and a tight t shirt, sneakers and white socks. I pushed my head forward and kissed her shoes. She walked round me grabbing my cock and balls and tied them to my suitcase.

'Crawl' she ordered I began to crawl into the house dragging the suitcase painfully and slowly with my cock and balls. I crawled after her down the ball into a room. The room was empty other than the bed a door to outside the house and cameras in each corner and a speaker. I waited at the end of the bed my body prostrate waiting for her, she chained my arms out in front of me to the bed, and my legs to the end of the bed. She then pressed a button shortening the rope from my arms to the top of the bed forcing me to move onto the bed. My cock and balls stretched backwards as the heavy suitcase began to lift off the ground in order to follow my body onto the bed. I was soon stuck arms and legs chained apart, Mistress took away the suitcase untying my tortured genitals. Then she forced an o ring gag into my mouth and strapped my head in place to the bed. 'Wait here' she laughed, leaving the room.

Several hours later still stuck arms and legs chained apart, mouth stuck open with an o gag and head strapped in place. Naked and exposed cameras aimed at me waiting for Mistress to use me. My heart quickened as I heard noise behind me from the outside door being opened. I felt two huge hands on me feeling me. The man attached to the hands walked into my line of sight, he was huge and naked. His cock semi hard as it flopped in front of my face. The smell heightening what was about to happen. He pushed his cock into my mouth, as it grew larger and more erect, forcing it into me. Fear flooded through me as I began gaging, unable to pull away as he fucked my face. My eyes watered as drool ran down me, as my face was raped.

Now fully erect, he pulled out, his cock and balls covered in spit. I gasped for air and tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen. He put one hand on each of my hips as I gasped and tried to relax. His cock pushed into my asshole, feeling his bare cock as it began to violate me, knowing I was going to be used like a flesh-light. He worked into me pumping deeper and deeper till is balls slapped against me stretch my hole. Pumping harder into me before spewing cum up me filling me like a whore. He pulled out and left without a word my body covered in sweat, ass dripping with cum running down my legs, and face and chest covered in spit.

Mistress walked in wearing black gloves and knee high high-heel boots, her nipples erect and pussy slick with juice, she was clearly aroused. Bending over she smiled as her face became level with mine, she then spat into my mouth and laughed. I realised I was fully erect in her presence. She walked round me scooping cum off my legs and out of my ass before swearing it into my mouth, unable to move I tasted the man's cum and my own ass, I was disgusted by what was happening to me but aroused.

Mistress walked behind me again, her hand traced along my exposed body to my ass, then my cock, she pulled it back between my legs, my erection now in her hands. She rubbed it with her spare hand, then began to smash down onto my cock and balls. I spasmed and struggled and yelped in pain. She caressed my cock again rubbing it, then started to punch and smash them, pain shooting again through me making me feeling like vomiting then making me feel like passing out. Within five minutes I was dizzy from the abuse my mouth dry, my cock flaccid and my balls swollen and bruised from the attention. Mistress left the room.

Please let me know how you want me to continue this story



Slave



"I'm sorry," she mumbled, amazed that she could speak at all when there was no breath in her lungs. She hated her own weakness as tears slid down both cheeks, one slithering into the corner of her mouth, giving her a taste of her own fear.

He put the thing back on the desk, out of her reach but well within his own.

"Remember," he said. 

Lauren nodded quickly. Remember....he was in charge; she was to obey. So simple, and so impossible, all at once.

"Yes," she murmured, glancing at the object on the desk. "I'm sorry."

His hands slid down to hold her face in his palms and he turned her face up to his. "Don't fear," he told her firmly; positively. "Learn."

Her hand tightened on the base of his stiff shaft; he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment before looking down at her again, hands moving back to her hair. 

Learn.

Learn to submit...to be owned...to obey. TOUCH. Yes, Lauren thought as she slid her encircling hand up. She would learn. Learn the feel of silk-over-steel of his cock against her palm. The spiced, masculine scent of his body, the heat of him. The pleasure of them. Lauren stroked one hand up his cock. Then down. Up. Down. Slowly, patiently, learning that he moaned every time she squeezed the base; each time her hand passed silkily over the head. She learned that he preferred gentle pressure in some places, firmer in others, marveling at the fact that one hand could give so much pleasure, and so much instruction. She learned, too, that every little moan he made, every murmur of approval, every change in his breathing, made her cunt begin to moisten and swell, making her squirm a little as she knelt on the floor at his feet.

She knew his cock; the hard planes of his thighs, the full, sensitive sacs that fit so perfectly in her palms. She knew the skin of his belly, the rough rasp of his fingers on her scalp; the pleasure of giving him pleasure. And she knew, when he whispered, "Your mouth..." on a gasping sigh, that she would give more. Bending her head, she rubbed her temple against the inside of his right thigh, feeling like the kitten again (which was ridiculous for someone like her, she thought....or it would be, in the real world). The feel of his hot skin being caressed by her soft hair made them both moan. She kissed the insides of his thighs, following kisses with tiny licks with the flattened tip of her tongue and following that with tiny, tiny nibbles, dragging her teeth along the surface of his skin, letting him feel her breath.

Lauren ceased to know herself. The demand he made, that she serve, had changed her into something she had never been...and something she had always been, without knowing.

She found the creases of his thighs with the tip of her tongue, sliding up and back along one then the other, all the while, continually stroking his cock with her hand. She found the slight give of soft skin between his balls, pressed her tongue there and drew it upward until she felt the root of his cock pressing the skin, then released him on a moan, only to slide her tongue, flat, hot, kitten-rough and wet, over his balls--one, then the other, then back again. She slipped one into her mouth, cupping her tongue beneath it, cradling it in heat and moisture, sucking delicately, then honored the other with the same. 

"No.....no more," he rasped finally, as she allowed one heavy sac to slide from her tongue. His hand came down to covers her as she stroked him. 

Lauren watched their hands together, stroking, before he told her to release him and move to the sofa. Frowning, she rose to her feet, seeing the way he raised his brows at her, waiting for her obedience. She slid down to lie lengthwise on the sofa as he ordered, one leg thrown up against the back, the opposite foot on the floor.

"Now," he demanded. "Touch yourself."

She rolled her head on the sofa cushion to stare at him, horrified. To do this seemed...almost extreme compared to touching him; certainly it meant exposing herself even more to him; letting him watch her masturbate. It was opening far more of herself to him than just her cunt.

"Cum for me," he whispered, leaning back, his ass against the edge of her desk. He continued stroking his cock and the sight was nearly enough to make her cum without stimulation. It was something she had asked her husband for...something he was uncomfortable with. Something done for HER pleasure...

She kept her face turned toward him, watching. Her left hand slid up to her breast, plucking delicately at the nipple; her right glided down against her inner thigh. Even the fact that she knew, in the back of her mind, that she must look horrid did not lessen her desire to give him anything he wanted. Or the excitement of watching him pleasure himself while watching her. 

Her fingers slipped in her cunt. The melted-pearl liquid heat of her most feminine place shocked her at first, then made her moan as she circled her clit with one finger.

"Yes," he murmured to her. "That's right. Take pleasure. And while you do, you know that you are giving it as well."

The words made her hotter; wetter, if that were possible.

"Forget everything else. Think of this. Of your body, of what you need. What you want. Take it, Sweet. Take and drink until you're sated."

She moaned. The timbre of his voice made her shiver with erotic heat; his words made her feel as if she were blossoming, a bud waiting to explode into flower.

"Do you know what it does to me, to have you like this?" he whispered. "To have you under my control...to have you giving to me alone?" 

The harsh, masculine moan he made when she whimpered, writhing in pleasure, on the couch, was proof enough. She felt every nerve in her body snap and sizzle with electricity.

"You're so beautiful," he rasped.

She exploded. Back arching hard off the sofa, the words pushed her into the bright abyss where blood imploded and her ears rang and body pulsed, writhing uncontrollably in orgasm. She lay there, spasming, gasping for breaths, as her pleasure rose, broke and ebbed away, and her fingers slowed and her cunt wept; she felt the hot slide of a thick drop of fluid down the channel between her ass cheeks.

He did not speak again. Instead, he walked toward her, putting one knee on the sofa between her thighs, his hands taking her own and holding them above her head. When he left them there, Lauren did not draw them back again. Instead, she looked into his face, her chest still heaving for breath. 

She watched his eyes as they raked down her body, felt his hands as they followed suit, touching her hair, her face, her throat and shoulders. When he cupped her breasts, Lauren's back arched as if she'd cum once again, and she bit her lower lip, whimpering. He held her breasts, his thumbs between them, then slide his right down her belly. Lauren closed her eyes, horrified and ashamed of her body. He murmured some soft sound that soothed her soul, and slid one finger down along her wet, swollen cunt lips.

"Mine," he whispered, so softly she almost didn't hear him. Then he bent down, sliding his hands from her breasts to her back, pressing her shoulder blades up toward him; taking one contracted nipple into his mouth.

Lauren bit back a scream.

He laved her nipples in the hot wet adoration of his mouth; she felt beautiful simply from the focus of his passion. He pressed down on her, his cock sliding hot and hard through her soft, wet folds; he moved his hips to bring the head to her opening, pressing against her gently, not demanding entrance, but instead teasing at the idea of it, making her squirm beneath him. His mouth continued at her breasts, gently nibbling, licking, sucking, making her feel as if she were the universe and he her child, taking of her body to live.

She felt alive.

She felt like a woman. Again, after so long.

He pressed the head of his cock into her, holding himself in check with just that swollen, thick part of him inside her, and she bucked, wanting more. He denied her, putting his mouth to her ear. 

"Mine," he whispered, and then he was inside her, fully, slamming himself into her in one fast, fluid motion, her passage so wet that she gave no resistance, except to stretch to accommodate his size. 

"Mine," he rasped again, withdrawing and plunging again, making her cry out at the pleasure. He took her, beautifully, deeply. Quickly. "Say it," he whispered. "Tell me."

"Yours," she breathed, neck arching, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm yours."

He buried his face in her throat, pressing hard into her yielding body, and came, pouring himself into her in hot, possessive streams. He trembled atop her, groaned into her skin, and gave of himself, to her.

They lay sated on the sofa, his body atop hers, for long, long silent minutes while dusty snow began powdering the windows beyond their shuttered eyes. Silent while breathing slowed and bodies cooled and passion ebbed into peace.

And then he rose above her, his face just above hers, and he kissed her mouth.

"Come," he said, taking her hand and bringing her up and toward the desk. Once there, he turned and smiled at her. Kissed her again, and gave his last order of the evening.

"Kneel."

She slid down, taking the place he'd created for her. He reached for the silver object on the desk; held it in front of her face with both hands.

The necklace was silver, one thin, bladelike piece curving in a graceful arc suspended between delicate chains on either side.

"I take you," he murmured, his voice serious and full of pride. "I take you as slave, servant, submissive...as all that you offer. And I give myself to you. As Master, protector, lover. And if you accept it, I give you my collar, claiming you."

He held the beloved piece at her throat, waiting. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I take you," she whispered back. "I take you as Master, protector, lover...all that you have to offer. And I give myself to you, as slave, submissive, servant...anything that you require. I accept your collar with pride. I will wear it in devotion."

He smiled down at her; she sighed up at him, face filled with pleasure.

He placed the silver on her neck; she lifted her hair away to allow him to fasten it at her nape. It lay against her skin, cold at first; warming to her body. He took her face into her hands and bent down to her, kissing her passionately.

"Now come," he insisted, taking her hands to pull her up to stand. He took the old quilt from the back of the sofa, wrapping it about her shoulders, cocooning her in warmth. Stepping to the chair, he slipped on his trousers, then took her hand again. He drew her to sit with him on the sofa, tucking her against his side, kissing the top of her head.

"You did well," he murmured, pride obvious in his voice.

"I was so afraid you wouldn't offer it," Lauren replied, touching the collar where it now lay, warm, on her throat. She sighed deeply.

"I was afraid you wouldn't accept it," he countered.

Surprised, she turned to look into his face.

"Truly, Master?" she whispered, awed that he had sought her out, wanted her, claimed her. 

He smiled. "Truly, my Sweet," he whispered back, and kissed her.

And somehow, suddenly, she knew.

She really was beautiful.



Slave



What I wanted to do is share with you a moment of sexual pleasure that I would have loved for you to witness. You with your arms above your head and at a 45 degree angle to the corners of the doorjamb, leather cuffs with steel rings, inserted into the corresponding rings on the jamb. Your naked, quivering ass, in full view of my perfect lover and me. Your ankles outfitted in the same fashion as your wrists, legs wide apart, and in the same manner as your wrists, find their appropriate position. I slide the now familiar cock ring on to your shrunken member, not needing to worry that it will disengage, my slightest touch brings you alive instantly. My mouth sharply bites first one nipple, and my gloved hand employs the clothespin to its accustomed home. The other clothespin is engaged in the same manner, the bite sharper this time. You whimper, as usual, but your cock tells a different story. 

My lover hands me my crop and nods his head toward you, his interest in you, is arousing me, my own nipples hard little rocks, sitting on a perch, the sharply cinched bustier creating a huge flair to my hips, my shaven pussy wet with anticipation. I bend over in full view of my lover and with my ruby red lips plant 1 kiss on the inside of each of your upper thighs. And then methodically, with precision, I take the crop, and slap you sharply where I have left my lip prints. First one leg, then the other. 

My lover has found this very exhilarating and comes up behind me his cock glorious and stupendous compared to your miserable excuse for manhood. He takes hold of my luscious hips and with one quick and forceful thrust he enters my wet pussy from behind. The site of this has your cock standing on end, extremely engorged by the cock ring. Your eyes wide and staring and I continue to hit you sharply with the crop until the accompanying area is the same color as my lipstick. Then I stop.

Standing directly in front you, your puny cock almost in my face, I stick out my tongue and it comes so very close to your cock. You try to thrust forward but the leather wrist and ankle straps keep you stationary and just out of reach. And you know that that little gesture of defiance will cost you dearly later. My lover’s thrusts are becoming very hard now and I slide my hand down to my clit, and watch you watch me cum, buckets of my juices onto my lovers cock. He pulls his glorious member out and puts his tongue into my throbbing wet pussy, sucking my juices from me, and then comes up to the right side of me and has me lick my juices from his huge cock. I look at you and smile and continue my task. Don't you wish slave, this were your cock? Feeling my velvety tongue licking you everywhere, giving you such pleasure? An answer is not needed; the pitiful look of hope on your face is answer enough.

My lover and I turn our backs to you and walk back to the bed, but use the head as the foot now, so that you may watch our faces, yearn for the experience we will share. Learn what it is to be completely, sexually satisfied. My man proceeds to lay on his stomach, his huge cock under him, the engorged shaft and the head showing between his wide spread legs, 2 pillows under his abdominal area, his perfectly rounded ass in the air. Your mistress is about to lick the ass of the man she has chosen, and your whimpering, puny, quivering ass is about to be honored to watch her in all her glory.                                

My lover is laid open before me, his legs wide apart. Looking past his perfect form, my eyes fall to rest on you, the miserable one, the feeble mess that has become my misfortune to train. I shake my head in pity, and you cast your eyes downward. I release you from my mind, and concentrate on my pleasure once again and not my pain, you.

I take a bottle of my favorite scented lotion, and straddling my lover's back begin a deep and stimulating massage. Focusing on the hard rippling muscles on his shoulders and upper arms, feeling the tenseness diminish, as I rub and massage. His relaxing tells me that I am doing the job I set out to do. Slave, I hiss, do you wish I were sitting upon your back, loosening your muscles, making your feel rested and comforted. Oh yes Mistress Carol, you reply, and with that I raise my ass from my lover's back, and walk toward you seductively, a sweet smile on my face. A glimmer of hope comes to your eyes, and your lips start to turn at the corners. I raise my hand and slap the right side of your face, leaving a light handprint, and bringing my hand back, leave the opposite side pink with my backhand. Never, and I mean, never, smile unless I tell you to. Ever. Yes Mistress Carol, I promise. And with that I walk behind you, pour a little lotion onto my palm, and SMACK your right ass cheek so hard that the lotion bursts into a tiny explosion on impact. You wince and try to recoil, but those restraints hold you firmly, again I pour the lotion, and again SMACK your left cheek is a rosy red to match the other. I walk back and face you, my finger pointing in your face, and I tell you consider yourself massaged slave. And I turn and walk back to my waiting lover.                               

I stop in front of my lover with my back to you and squat in front of him. He reaches out in front of him and he cups my voluminous breasts in his large hands and caresses them gently. Finding my already hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he rolls them. I lean over further and kiss him passionately. You have an unobstructed view of my soft, ample ass and now of my glistening wet pussy as well. His seductively warm kisses have fanned my flames and I slide my fingers between my legs, rubbing the outside of my lips, reaching all the way to my tight asshole. Just rubbing the outside of it with the tip of my wet finger and then sliding them back to rub my hot cunt again. His kisses are becoming more and more compelling. I stand up and walk back to you, hold the back of your head steady with one hand, and take my wet fingers and smear my juices under your nose. I can see the area beneath your nose shimmering in the fading sunlight. "Smell what you are missing slave. Think of how you would like to put your tongue in what your nose is smelling." With that I grab your hard little cock and pull it hard. You suck in your breath abruptly, you have been hard for a long time, and there seems to be no relief in site. This thought brings a smile to my lips as I turn and join my lover on the bed.                                

I have situated myself between his widely outstretched legs, my hands are placed on the cheeks of his round beautiful ass, kneading him, massaging him. He has caught my rhythm quickly and moves his ass with my hands while grinding his cock into the soft satin sheets. Both he and I face you and I watch your forlorn face as I lower my mouth onto my lover's ass. He raises it up to meet my mouth. I begin by kissing and licking his beautiful ass all over, not missing a spot. Splaying my fingers open, my nails digging into his soft flesh and spreading his cheeks open, my mouth lowers to the very top of his separation and my tongue glides through in a very hard line down the middle to the very bottom of his crack. He raises up again trying to will my tongue inside of him. I hear you groan across the room, and I know you want to be in his place. 

My lover's ass is so hot, so tuned to what I am feeling, my tongue flicks back and forth across his tight asshole, then up and down at an extremely rapid pace. Kneading and massaging his glorious round cheeks with my hands. He is moving with my hands, my motion, I can hear him start to moan softly. I know he is being agonizingly patient, but the rise in his ass is becoming more and more pronounced. I begin to slowly push my dripping wet tongue into his waiting hole. I can feel him shudder as I do, I look down on the bed and the sheeted area under the head of his cock has become a darkened wet spot. His pre-cum dripping there, and it is all I can do not to touch his enormous member. I know if I do, I will be on the road of no return, and I am not finished yet, with either of you.

My pussy is so wet, I am extremely excited kissing and licking my lover's ass, but tonguing him is almost like torture, it is so pleasurable. Pushing and stroking his hole with my tongue, I start to begin a more rapid pace of fucking his ass, digging my nails into his soft flesh, making him rise up to meet my mouth, now starting to fuck him harder, deeper almost ramming my tongue in. His hole is soaked with the wetness from my mouth, the sound, a squishing sound going in, and a sucking sound as I pull it out. I plunge it in again, and again. My hand between my legs, my fingers rubbing circles around my hard clit, so swollen, it feels like a tiny cock that needs relief.

I remove my tongue from his ass, his moans cease for a few moments and then I move slowly and straddle his hot erotic ass. My bare, wet pussy resting on his ass, with my pussy moving in a circular motion, then back and forth rubbing my clit hard against his flesh. Pretty soon we are both groaning in pleasure, my cunt drenched, his ass is too, between my pussy and my tongue the inside of my thighs are soaked and sliding back and forth on his dampened skin.



The more my pussy grinds on his ass, the hotter I get. I know he is ready to cum and I have the place for him to do just that picked out. I climb off his ass, and have him turn over. His cock is so hard, and red, and swollen, it looks like it is ready to burst open. I straddle his legs, with his cock in front of me. I take him gently into my mouth, and almost immediately feel the familiar jerking and contractions of his imminent orgasm. I instantly remove him from my mouth and watch your face as I guide his exploding cock to my tits. The jettisoned spray from his stupendous orgasm hits my tits with surprising force. Without having to look, I can feel the hot streams of cum as it slides down my hard tits. Your watching eyes are glassy, your cock is as red as an almost ripe strawberry, looking almost painful, the cock ring has been on for sooo long, you then cast your eyes downward. The cum is now dripping from my chest everywhere, most is concentrated on my hard nipples and sweet pink areolas. Just the way I wanted it. Finally my lover's cock's spasms subside and he raises himself up and kisses my mouth softly, telling me that he has to leave and that he also knows that I now wish to be alone with my slave. 

The door closes behind him softly, and I turn back to you slowly. I reach for the paddle, the reward for your earlier disobedient act. Walking around behind you, your ass is quivering slightly, a pleasant sight for me. This time not even the familiar warming circular motion precedes the crisp sound of the paddle as it meets your soft flesh. Whack, then the other side, Whack, the stinging warmth of pain first, instantaneously followed by a smaller crack, one on each side. Your ass has not edged out to meet my paddle, it is burning far too much for that, a few more on either side has left your ass enflamed with a deep crimson color. I remove the leather restraints from your ankles, and your wrists, the long hours of your arms being raised have made them numb and useless. I put on your collar and leash and pull you toward the bed, and make you lie on your back, your head at the foot. I am standing over you looking down, you are looking up at the underside of my huge breasts. I lean over you, and hiss, "Lick my tits slave, lick them clean of all my lover's cum, it is almost dry, so you will have to work twice as hard now."

A second of hesitation makes me grab a clothespin and twist, your gasp tells me you are ready to obey. You raise your head up to reach my heavy breasts, licking his delicious juice from them. Once you start, you continue in a methodical fashion, making sure you get all of the crusting hard cum from my hard nipples. Your tongue, as useless as it is, starts my own cunt throbbing again, making me remember his glorious ass, my clit sliding back and forth on it. I look at your engorged cock, yes, you will have to do, I must cum now, it is time. I walk around to your side and take your red cock into my hands, and unceremoniously remove the cock ring. Your wincing face tells me I have been less than gentle, but you are to get a treat that you did not expect, and will be well worth any pain you have thus far endured. 

I tell you, "Before I straddle you slave, know this, if you dare to cum without my permission, the things you have suffered here today will become nothing but mere child's play in your memory." No hesitation preceeds your nod of agreement, you are grateful that you will get to feel your Mistresses velvety shaven pussy for yourself, and you have willed yourself not to cum until you hear her voice tell you to so. I straddle you and slowly ease my wet pussy onto your swollen cock, the pre cum is already running down the side, you have waited so long for this moment. I can feel the tenseness in your body, straining to keep some of your composure so you won't lose control. I slide down gradually, watching you carefully for a moment, then start to grind my pussy onto your cock, stimulating you into fucking me deeply with long hard thrusts of your hips. The hard pumping action of your cock into me and my own grinding cunt make me ready to come in just a few short minutes. "Fuck me hard slave, make me cum now", and with a few final prodigious thrusts, my pussy is awash with both your cum and mine. We have both erupted at about the same time, a simultaneous wail escapes both our lips, followed by the sounds of gasping breath.

I lie down beside you, pull your collar by the chain, and tell you to lick my pussy clean. I know the taste of your own cum is disdainful to you, but the fact that you will taste mine with it makes it a bittersweet task for you. I fall asleep with the feel of your soft tongue lapping up my pussy juices. And tomorrow is another day.