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Submissive

By: wildsweetone



I'd arrive and you'd leave me for a few minutes to compose myself, a chance to take a few deep breaths to curtail the longing that twisted my insides from the moment you messaged me to now, this moment where I stand in your room, soft music playing in the background, lights dimmed and warmth enough for me to ease my jacket off without further ado.

I'd be lulled, no false sense of security this one. This one, an all knowing, all accepting task - to star in my own fantasy. I wonder how you'd react if you knew the rest of my fantasies, but those are for some other time. For now, the sensuous assault the music was having on my mind, was enough.

There was a gown on the table, a hospital gown with ties on the sides. It was cream... at least I wouldn't look 30 years older than I was. Cream would be kind to me.

I slipped out of my shoes, aching feet feeling the cool floor as a blessing, lifted my top over my head and half folded it laying it across the chair. My skirt joined it, then my bra and panties. I looked around, very self conscious. I might be living my ultimate fantasy, but it didn't mean it wouldn't have moments where uncertainty would run rampant through my mind. Cameras? Peep holes? Two way mirror windows? I couldn't see any.

Cursed with an over-active imagination that I'd thought of as a gift until now, I quickly pulled the gown over my head and took more deep breaths. I am meant to be relaxed, meant to enjoy this fantasy. Meant to live it, bring it into reality, and love it.

I pushed my clothes aside and sat on the edge of the chair. Within moments he came into the room, looking deliciously tanned, sexy and ready to rumple my rolls. Well, not quite rumple them. More like addle my few remaining brain cells and cause my toes to curl. I felt my insides melting and wondered if I'd burst into flames before he'd even touch me.

"Hi, you look ready for this. Climb on up," he patted the table.

"You're sure I won't break it? It doesn't look too strong." Could he hear the shaking in my voice?

"You'll be fine," he laughed. "It'll take the weight of 3 of you. Up you get."

There was something kind in his smile and so I took him at his word and climbed up. His hands briefly caressed my back. Deftly, he undid the top ties of the gown leaving it draping low on my back. His hands, warm and strong left me while he poured oil onto his palms and then from his palms, onto my back. He worked his way from the centre of my back to my shoulders, gently kneading away the stress knots, desensitizing my body to his hands. I closed my eyes, letting the music and his touch take me wherever he wanted me to go. Where I went was completely out of my own control. It was up to him.

Gently, firmly, he kneaded my back, up the centre of my backbone, thumbs either side, sliding smoothly. Over my shoulders, cupping his palms on them and letting the warmth seep through me. I sighed, inaudible I thought until he whispered "Good girl. Just relax and let me do the work." I took him at his word, sinking deeper into a pleasant, not-quite-there, drifting dream.

His hands moved back down my back. It felt excruciatingly slow and I almost arched my back as he went lower and lower and finally slowed to a halt on my bottom. I held my breath waiting for what might come next. His hands worked their way back up and I didn't know whether to be disappointed, or relieved at the stay of execution. So much for relaxing. 

On their next trajectory down, they stayed there, right on my bottom, gently kneading one cheek, then the other, and then both at the same time. It was heaven. No one had ever done that. Considering it was only my second massage in my life, I could say that this one had already superseded anything I'd ever felt. I wondered idly, how much he'd charge for doing this once a week every week. I didn't think I'd get sick of it any time soon.

One finger slipped between my buttocks and then was back kneading before I could form a coherent thought. Maybe I'd imagined it. Surely he hadn't touched me there. I concentrated harder, tried to block out the music, the floral scent of the oil, concentrated only on his touch. I tried to flex my cheeks, to feel if there was oil down there, but couldn't feel anything. I'd probably imagined it. I know I'd been promised an extra special massage, but I doubt it would involve anything like that.

Breathing normally again and forgetting to concentrate on anything except the soothing loosening of muscle, I dozed. He moved down, worked on one foot, pushing and holding the push firmly to loosen the muscle along the sole of my foot. Maybe he knew I usually wore heels and that my feet needed extra care and attention. Whatever his reasoning, I almost purred as his fingers went between my toes, massaging each one until I could not help but sigh in pleasure.

"You like that?" His quiet voice rode the waves of music with me.

"Yes. Very much."

"Good, just relax. Totally relax."

And I did, my skin warming, and if glowing were able to be felt, I was sure this was how it would feel. His hands moved to my ankles and I felt both ankles caught in the firm grip of his hand restraints. He could do whatever he wanted with me, we both knew it. And he did, separating each leg until I felt sure he could see right up to where a once dull ache, was now wide awake and humming in anticipation.

He worked on one leg, his hands never leaving my skin, rubbing, kneading, up, up, up slowly and as I held my breath (so much for relaxing) back down, firmly rolling the tightness away leaving me a whimpering limp doll. The other leg received the same treatment and I didn't hold my breath, I just flowed with his fingers, even when they brushed accidentally against my cunt. He must have felt the heat because I heard his intake of breath. His hands continued, kneading the inside of my thighs higher and higher until I was left in no doubt that his knuckles were the beginning of a massaging assault on the part of me that pounded most for release.

I felt my cunt lips swell and I blushed as he could no doubt watch them. They pouted and parted and I tried hard not to be embarrassed at whatever he could see. It didn't matter though because he moved higher, kneading my arse cheeks until I felt they were blushing as red as my face.

He moved up my back, slow, firm movements as if his hands were the same mold as my body, moved up to my shoulders and settled there for a moment, whether to give me time to breathe a little deeper again or to give himself time to calm, I don't know. All I knew was that when one hand gripped one of my wrists, and the other massaged the full length of my arm, my fingers brushed against his body and I didn't dare look up to see what hard part of him I had touched. He massaged my other arm, and again my fingers brushed against him. Against his shirt, I thought. But I knew the feel of him now and my mouth watered for more.

"Lift up and turn over, love."

I did and he pulled the gown away from under me, draping it over my front. I was glad he did that, I wasn't quite ready to bare my entire body to him. That is, until he started massaging my neck, his hand moving slowly and gently down until one breast was cupped and gently massaged. He did it one handed, reaching for the warm oil and pouring a little more directly onto my chest, brushing away the gown as he did so.

The thought of him seeing my breasts, of touching them and knowing that what he was doing was very definitely turning me on, made me blush deeper and if he couldn't tell by my blush, I was sure he would notice the tiny squirming wiggles my butt was doing on the table. I could no longer keep still, that is until one hand massaged my breast and the other moved down over my tummy to massage my hot aching outer cunt lips. I knew where I wanted him, but his hands felt so very good right where they were, I daren't move, nor beg a change.

He used both of his hands, holding one cunt lip between his fingers and gently massaging its length. My whole body was on red alert, waiting, wanting, but all he continued to do was massage my outer lips. I closed my eyes, willed myself to un-tense, took a deep breath and as I was letting it out, one finger moved to the inside of my lips and if I didn't know any better, my body betrayed me by becoming yet more moist, if that were possible. I felt a drip slide out of my cunt and down to swing a moment from my skin before dropping to the table, a single drip that felt like a river gushing.

Again, his fingertip moved slow and firm inside my lips. He slid so well it was as if his finger was made for this very task. I held my breath, my breasts rose and his finger slipped inside me. He must have been able to see the steam rising, but he didn't hesitate, he kept plundering me there and my legs parted enough to allow me to slightly push against him.

I felt a stretch, a slight pull and more delicious invasion deep inside. I groaned, my hands gripping the side of the massage table in case my whole body melted, dripping to the floor. It didn't. Instead, I found my hips lifting a little to thrust against him and no sooner had I done that, than he slipped his fingers out and moved to my breasts. He covered my nipples in my own cunt juice, lifting one towards me. I knew what he wanted and let my tongue circle my own nipple, licking my cream off.

He watched my tongue, and each time I looked up, I watched his eyes. He looked away, perhaps to steady himself, or perhaps he was made of steel on the inside and needed no steadying. Whatever the cause, he looked away and his fingers resumed their studied care and attention on my cunt. He parted my cunt lips, very gently easing my tiny clit out and I felt the rasp of his tongue. He spat on it, licked it slow and gentle -- a torturous tease that ended with me clamping my legs together.

For the first time his hands completely left my body. I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me, closed them again only to fly open a moment later when he deftly cuffed my wrists to some unseen point beyond my head.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. "This isn't part of the plan."

"Yes it is. It's part of my plan. I know exactly what you want and how you want it. Now be quiet."

I clamped my legs together as he moved down the table, but it wasn't any use. Firmly, one after the other, he cuffed them and tied them until they were spread open. My whole body was open. I couldn't reach to scratch my nose and I couldn't close my legs no matter how hard I tried. And I really did try.

I lay still and rigid for a moment, reasoning with myself that this was for me, this real life fantasy, and any fantasy I had would not involve being hurt. I had to trust him, this complete stranger who now knew exactly what his touch did, wherever he wanted to touch me. And oh dear God, he sure knew how to touch.

With a little oil on his fingertips he gently massaged my nipples. I felt it deep in my cunt, closed my eyes and moaned softly. I didn't need to look at him to know his smile. He stayed there, rolling them very gently with his fingers and thumbs, pulling just a little. When I could form a coherent thought, I opened my eyes to see them erect, glistening with oil as he rubbed the tips. Another moan escaped my lips and it felt horribly as if I was dripping body fluids onto the table.

He seemed to know my discomfort, maybe my squirming gave it away, and one finger deftly scooped up the liquid and spread it over one breast and nipple. I could smell my sex and judging by the slight flare of his nostrils, he could too. I wondered what he would do next, feed it to me, or feast on it himself. He did neither. And there it stayed and dried until much, much later.

I lay there, on the table, waiting quietly, listening to the music. My breathing slowed and deepened as I remembered how to relax. I let my eyes close, focusing only on the music and the scent the oil smeared on the air. I drifted. Lay between worlds in that half-sleep state we long for and then I let the cloak of sleep cover me, just for a few minutes.

Just until something cold pressed against me, waking my cunt instantly to hammer-throbbing intensity. My eyes flew open and saw nothing. Black nothing. A piece of material covered my eyes and no matter how much I shook and turned my head, it wouldn't budge. Blind. Blind and cooling down with an ice block half stuck in my cunt. Now that was something new, I had to say.

Except I couldn't. Something rubbery and round was quickly placed between my teeth and this part of my fantasy was a part I didn't like. It made me instantly panic, the more I tried to push and spit it out, the more steady it was held.

I forced myself to relax, forced my mind to stop its screaming panic, and my body to stop its useless fight against rigid bindings. My chest heaved with my panicked breathing, and I forced myself to deep breathe, to slow my pulse rate, to calm.

"That's better, good girl." I jumped as his words whispered their secret way into my ear, his breath warm on my skin. I jammed my eyes closed behind the blindfold, mentally counting to ten, to twenty, to still the rushing tide of panic before it crept up and out of my mouth in the form of a scream. Instead it turned to a moan as his warm palms massaged my breasts.

I let out a gush of air, I knew the whisper, knew the hands that touched me. I was okay. Just because I couldn't see or speak didn't mean I needed to be afraid. I trusted him, he wouldn't hurt me.

And then he started talking to me, really talking. I struggled to listen beyond the feel of his touch. His voice recorded what he was doing, what he might want to do. He asked me questions, would I like..., how would I feel about... all I could do was moan my response, moan and nod or shake my head 'no'. It didn't take long for me to realize he didn't like me answering 'no'. Only a couple of nipple pinches that made me gasp as white hot pain surged through my body, my brain eventually realizing and connecting the dots.

I felt the ice melting, trickling down between my legs and squirmed a little at the sensation. Cold and wet landed on my tummy, on my breasts, on my legs. I don't know what it was and the coldness lasted only a few moments, seemed to overflow and run down my sides.

"Don't move. Don't dare move," he said. "I want to see how much you can hold."

How much what? I wondered. I tried to say it but my tongue moved and drool pooled to spill from the sides of my mouth. I prayed he wasn't watching me dribble.

There was a rasping feel against my tummy. Was he drinking from my body? Licking me clean? It didn't feel like a tongue, at least not any tongue I knew. My mind raced, trying to work out what he was doing, what tool he used. Nothing came to mind.

One nipple was tugged, gently but firmly. I felt it stand out, guessed at his nod of approval and then felt something cold move over it and tighten. It was held firm and the constant tingling in my cunt told me it was held just right to drive me completely nuts in a very short time.

He did the same to the other nipple. That one was much more sensitive. Only the slightest touch caused it to send electric shock waves directly to my cunt. Neither nipple hurt. They were simply held erect in a light pinch feel. Very, very effectively fine tuning my body for god only knew what else.

I wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

Submissive



It was through Denise that I learnt what a true sexually submissive person would do. You hear rumours, of course, but unless you're actually a dom or a sub you don't really know.

The night it happened I was at a neighbourhood barbecue. I didn't really know the couple all that well, as they were new to the area. The barbecue was their way of getting acquainted with their closest neighbours.

Jordan seemed OK to me, but a bit pushy. I'm an introvert, and I find extroverts can be a bit wearing. Denise on the other hand gave me the irrits. It seemed to me that Jordan was probably learnt to be pushy simply by having to stand up to Denise each day. It wasn't just that she was also an extrovert, but she was pushy as shit, always telling everyone what to do. 

I found, an hour after the barbecue had started, I'd had enough. I was heading home. Being a hot afternoon I thought a drink of water before I slipped out wouldn't be too much to ask, but wouldn't you know it, they didn't have any on the tables. Beer, wine and soft-drink, but no water.

I shrugged, nipped into the kitchen and ran myself a glass. I was standing there drinking it when Denise came in and started yelling at me. I'm like, jeez, woman, I just wanted a glass of water, but she was ranting at me and carrying on. I strongly suspected that the whole barbecue think had definitely not been her idea.

So there we were, me drinking my glass of water and her berating me as though I'd stuffed the family jewels into a sack and she'd caught me climbing out the window. Was it my fault they had forgotten to provide water for their guests?

When I made the mistake of pointing that out to her, her ire rose a notch. I can tell you right now, I was getting seriously pissed off. Introverts like the quiet life, and Denise was by no means quiet. Finally I'd had as much as I could take. 

With me, unfortunately, I sometimes descend to crudities when I really want to offend someone. And I found I really wanted to offend Denise. The result wasn't pretty.

"For christ's sake, woman," I snarled at her. "If you've got to use your tongue on me at least use it doing something useful. Get on your knees and suck me off. It'll quieten you down."

That's when I found out Denise was a true sub. Her mouth snapped closed, she blushed and then, while I'm watching in a state of shock, she kneels in front of me, unzips my fly, pulls my cock free and bends her head over it.

It took somewhat less than a second for me to go from flaccid to fully erect. The blood drained from my head and into my cock so fast it's a wonder I didn't pass out. I looked down, trying to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but there she was, head bobbing up and down as she worked over my cock.

I could feel her teeth grating lightly across the head, causing little shivers to run through me, while her tongue tantalised and teased, all the time gently producing a light suction. I'll swear my cock had never swelled so large so fast.

You will have already guessed that I didn't think for one moment that my invitation had been so nicely delivered that she couldn't help herself. I made the spot-on guess that she was naturally sexually submissive, and it had been the command in my voice combined with the sexual nature of the order that had triggered her automatic responses. Whatever, I couldn't really let it continue.

"Enough," I snapped. "Stand up."

She did, and I immediately found myself wishing I hadn't stopped her. Firstly, because that woman had been delivering a really good blowjob, and secondly, because she promptly started in on me again. How dare I make her do something like that? I should be ashamed. 

Hey, it wasn't my fault. She should be able to control her lustful impulses. She didn't appreciate my saying so however, and her voice started to rise again. This time my pissed off level was reached a lot faster.

"Shut up and take your panties off, you silly bitch," I snapped, and waited, trying to look as though I knew she wouldn't fail to obey me.

This time she tried to fight it. For about five seconds. Then still glaring at me she reached up and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. This time I didn't give her a chance to recover her initiative.

"Lift your dress," I told her, and she seemed to swallow what she was about to say and did so. 

"You have been rude to an invited guest," I told her. "You really need to be punished, don't you?"

Denise flushed and nodded. 

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Well, it seems to me I can ask Jordan to come in and deal with you or I can spank you myself. Now I'm going to let you choose. Do I leave you standing here like this while I get Jordan or do I spank you for your rudeness to me?"

I could see she was fighting it, but it seemed obedience in sexual matters was too strongly built into her. She almost choked on it, but admitted she didn't want her husband coming in. It made me wonder just what sort of punishments he dealt out.

"Alright, take me to a more private room where we won't be interrupted while I attend to you. And keep your dress lifted. I want to see your bottom roll as you walk."

Obediently she turned and started further into the house. I gave her bottom a flick.

"If you place one foot directly in front of the other as you walk, you'll find it gives a proper roll to your bottom," I said. "Do it."

I won't repeat what I thought she said, but she obeyed. She had a nice bottom, and it was doing some interesting things as she did her little strutting walk down the hall and turned into one of the rooms.

The room she had chosen was what I assumed was a spare bedroom. Once in there I closed the door and ordered her to finish undressing.

"Why?" she demanded to know. "You don't need me to undress fully to spank me."

Even while protesting, she was doing it. It was fascinating. She just couldn't seem to help herself.

"It's not for you to ask why," I pointed out. "You just have to do as you're told. But seeing you've asked, I'd like to point out that you have really annoyed me, so after I spank you for your bad manners, I'm going to fuck you for annoying me. Do you have any objections?"

I could see her trying to get her nerve together and bolt or scream or something, so I spoke up again.

"If you want me to fuck you before I spank you, that can be arranged. For a fuck to start, bend over the bed. For a spanking to start, bend over and touch your toes. And do it now."

A spanking it was, apparently, as Denise hastily bent over hands brushing her toes. I didn't hesitate. A full arm's length swat finished with my hand solidly impacting her bottom. She gave a squeak, but didn't try to do anything to stop me.

"When you think you've been sufficiently spanked," I told her, "turn round and bend over the bed. Understand?"

Denise gave a little nod, followed by a little yip as my hand connected with her bottom again. I proceeded to deliver a nice little spanking to her.

Please don't think that I just stood there, swatting at her very attractive little bottom. I move around a bit, made sure that I attended to both cheeks. Some swats were hard, some were soft. A couple of times I just popped her with a cupped hand; a lot of noise but hardly any contact. I also started landing some soft slaps along her pussy, just getting her used to the idea that it still had its part to play.

Denise was making hardly any sound, gasping a bit and wriggling a little, but making no move to try to stop me. It was when I popped her pussy, with a finger somehow or other slipping between her lips, that she capitulated.

All of a sudden she gave a frantic little squeak and twisted to face the bed, bending over it, legs spread wide and a desperate look on her face as she looked back at me.

Never let it be said I failed in my duty. My cock had been as hard and rigid as a crowbar ever since she pulled that little stunt with her mouth, and with a single step towards her I was aligned and in and driving full length into her in one motion.

Would you believe that was all it took for her to climax? She squealed and shuddered, and I could feel her clamping down on my cock as her convulsions ripped through her. All I could do was wait her out, which was what I did.

As soon as she started to come down from her high I started working towards mine. I drove into her hard and fast, pulling out and ramming home, feeling her thrusting her pussy back against me, eager to have her punishment continue. 

Reaching around her I grasped her breasts, roughly working them while I continued to hammer her pussy, driving her back to the climax she has just left. A remarkably responsive woman, Denise. She came a second time before I was ready for my climax, messing up the smooth rhythm I had established, but I quickly picked it up again.

I kept on driving into her, finally feeling my own climax coming along. Spurting deep into Denise, she squealed and climaxed a third time, this time clamping onto my cock and milking me for all she could get.

Finally pulling back from her, I told her to go and have a shower and then to return to her guests. And to remember to be polite to them. Then I slipped out the door and headed home.

I discussed her behaviour with a psychiatrist friend of mine without mentioning any names. Just the behaviour pattern. He reckons she's a natural submissive who's been under the thumb of a dom for so long that, where sex is concerned, she'll obey anyone who speaks firmly to her. 

He reckons it doesn't really matter. After all, how many men are likely to march up to a strange woman and demand she perform sexual acts?

I have to admit, I'm wondering what would happen if I rang her up and ordered her to take off her pants and come to my place so I could fuck her again? 



Submissive and Willing



'This gorgeous married lady is a genuinely submissive lady who would love to answer Mails from men who appreciate her sexy body, and would like to tease her and instruct her into doing naughty things!! Any notes/comments will be forwarded to her by Hopebeach, and she promises to answer each reply if you leave your Mail address.'

Submissive and Willing!!

It was only Wednesday morning but Fran, the attractive 35 year old wife, was nervous already about the coming Saturday night. Her husband, Jake, had made a full confession to her the night before....what else could he do?

Jake had been to a casino with friends and chalked up gambling losses to the tune of $3000. There was no way he could pay that sort of debt on the spot and he had been brought to the casino boss's office to try and come to some arrangement! He begged and pleaded for time but could give no guarantee as to when he might be able to settle the debt. Suddenly the boss had said,

'Are you married?'

'Yes....why do you ask?'

'Get your wife to get some snacks and some beers in.........me and two of my colleagues are coming to your house on Saturday evening. I'm going to give you a chance to repay the debt.....but I want your wife to be there.....right?' It wasn't a request, it was just a firm statement. 'Write down your address.'

The two men talked for a few more minutes, but Jake was soon dismissed, shivering and shaking at how deeply into serious hot water he now found himself. He lay awake that night, sweating and going over every eventuality. The following evening, he had found it more than difficult to try to explain to Fran what exactly was happening. It was bad enough trying to tell her that he was in debt for $3000, but he also had to tell her that they were going to have visitors on Saturday night........the boss of the casino and two of his cronies.......and that Fran had to be there!

'Why?' she asked. 'Why have I got to be here? What the hell have you got into, Jake?' Worried thoughts initially wafted through her mind but she tried to convince herself that things would even themselves out and somehow her husband would come to some arrangement with the casino.

'I don't know, honey, I really don't know!' Was Jake lying? 'I'm going to try and recover my debt and the boss man says he wants you to be here to keep us in beer and snacks. We have to do it, honey.' Nothing more was said, but both husband and wife spent the next few days worried about their future......and their marriage!

Fran had married Jake when she was still a virgin and only 18. She certainly was an attractive young woman, standing at 5'5 with a shapely figure, wonderful breasts, dark brown hair that she sometimes tinted blonde, lovely legs and a firm, tight ass. She had stayed loyal and true to her husband, but as time went on, Fran's maturity had given her more confidence, a wider outlook on life and she had come to realise that her sexy body was something that attracted other men (and perhaps other women for all she knew).

She had worked her way up to become the manager of a retail store and it was only a short drive away each day in her car. This job had given her independence and responsibility and she was able to meet with a multitude of different people during her working day. Much of the time, customers and visiting staff members would try and engage Fran in conversation, perhaps teasing her, attracted by her feminine qualities and her shapely body.

Although Fran remained loyal to her husband, there were occasions when she found herself attracted to some of the men, young and old, who tried to charm her, and often, in her imagination and fantasy, she would think about what it would be like to 'enjoy' the attentions of another man. Perhaps she might be whisked off to a smart hotel, wined and dined in style before being taken to a huge, comfortable bed where she could finally experience another male body....another cock in her mouth, another tongue licking her soft pussy, and finally another hard cock stretching her aching cunt to give her the thrilling fuck that she fantasised about.

In spite of her thoughts, and even though the marriage had lasted more than 16 years now, she remained in her cosy, happy marriage, like millions of other women, and her fantasies remained just that.....fantasies.

Right now, Fran didn't have the time, or the inclination, for fantasies. Her mind went over and over the thought of her husband owing $3000 to the casino. God, what the hell was Jake going to do about it? How the hell were they going to repay that sort of cash? Please God that Jake can win some hands of cards on Saturday, Fran prayed to herself.

They lived in a quiet little town on the eastern side of the US, with only one or two other houses close by, and it wasn't very often that they had visitors on a Saturday night, but this weekend was going to be different. Fran could hardly concentrate on her managerial duties at the store on Thursday and Friday but on Saturday, she and Jake decided to go to the local superstore to get all the goods they needed. They bought plenty of beer, pizzas, chips, cookies.....anything that was going to keep the visitors happy. Then, on the drive home, Jake suddenly said,

'You know we've got to keep these guys happy tonight, don't you, Fran? I don't want you to worry but we should try and act natural and go along with their wishes. If I can win some of the money back and they get plenty of beer to keep them smiling, then things might not be too bad.....and I hope you can look pretty too!!'

'Christ Jake,' Fran started, her patience running thin. 'Don't I always look pretty when we go out or have company? You know I'll do my best!' Nothing more was said as Jake became more and more nervous as the time approached. The men were due at about 8pm and by then, Fran had the kitchen all decked out with the food and the crates of beer under the table.

The kitchen was on the upstairs floor where the bedrooms and living room were, but the main family room was downstairs with the bathroom and garage, and this was where Jake was intending to host his guests for the evening.

Jake was pacing up and down all the time, but at about 7.30, Fran went to the bathroom to shower and then back up to her bedroom to change for the evening. Even then, she had butterflies in her stomach, and at about five past eight she could hear a large saloon pull up in the drive-way. She tried to peer out of her bedroom window to see the men, but all she could see were a big, black Cadillac and three figures moving quickly to the front door.

As she carried on getting ready, she could hear voices down below in the family room and then, suddenly, her husband called up the stairs.

'Fran, honey, are you ready? Can you come and join us as quickly as you can?' Fran could tell the tension in Jake's voice and knew her presence was required as soon as possible. She had another quick look in her long mirror, slipped her high heels on and decided that it was 'now or never.' The men could hear the high heels clipping down the stairs and then the door to the family room opened and all four men were staring at her entry.

She could immediately tell who the boss was...the man in charge, the one with all the say, the one who would decide her husband's fate. He was smiling and sitting back in the most comfortable arm chair. He took his time but looked at Fran from top to toe in a very relaxed manner. She felt he was mentally undressing her and all she could do was stand there in all her innocence!

Her nipples began to harden in her tiny top, she was nervous as hell, and the silence was deafening. '

'I'm Joey. You must be Jake's wife...I heard him call you Fran...well, hello Fran. It's a pleasure to meet you and thank you so much for inviting us into your home.'

Although he was lounging back in the armchair, Fran imagined him to be shortish, about 5'8/5'9, stocky with a bit of a paunch belly and at least 60 years old. His hair was jet black and she figured he had some Italian or Latin blood in him......just the type to run a casino, Fran thought. She tried to be the friendly hostess.

'It's a pleasure, and thank you for coming!!' she smiled weakly, even though she was well aware that Joey had invited himself rather than being invited.

Fran was also aware of the other two men in the room with her husband. They were both standing close to Joey and were also immaculately dressed in dark suits. They were introduced as Eddie and Buck. Buck was probably in his mid twenties, about 6', broad shoulders with a beautiful black face and gleaming white teeth. As he was introduced by Joey, he gave Fran a nod of the head and a dazzling smile. He too hadn't failed to notice the sexy body of the only woman in the room.

Eddie was older, probably mid-fifties, about 5'10 but also well built with dark hair and a hardened look in his eyes.....no, you definitely wouldn't argue with these guys, Fran thought!

Joey carried on, all the time moving his eyes up and down Fran's shapely body but occasionally directing his words to Jake who was standing, nervously, close to his wife.

'Now, you're in a very difficult position, Jake.....I presume you've told your gorgeous wife about the money you owe the casino?' Fran and Jake nodded affirmative, not wishing to add to the conversation. 'Well, I'm glad we can sit down and work it out like proper adults......and I'm glad your wife is here to help us solve the problem!' and there was a smirk all over Joey's face as he uttered these last words. 'I tell you what. Why don't you go and bring some food and some beers, Fran, while Jake and I have a little chat.'

Fran almost ran up the stairs to obey the head man. Within 3 minutes, she was back in the family room with a tray of chips and nuts and sandwiches, and a bag full of beers. By now the four men were sitting round the oblong table, one on each side. Fran put the food and drink on a trolley and pushed it to the side where Joey was sitting. She could see that already a playing card had been dealt to each man.

'Now you're here again, sweetie-pie,' Joey grinned,' we're going to turn the cards over. Highest card wins.......and it's worth a thousand dollars!!' He said it with such a smirk on his face and he knew the feelings that would be going through Fran's mind. Already $3000 in debt, her husband was dicing with another $1000 on just one card.

'Oh my God,' she murmured under her breath. 'Jake, are you sure this is the right way?' she tried to reason. 'Can't you offer to pay it off each month, or something......or even work some time at the casino to pay it off?' Joey was quick to retort.

'Can you think of another way, then, Fran?' with yet another smirk all across his face. 'We don't need any more staff at the casino.......and we always give a man a fair chance of getting evens! Or do you have something else in mind, sexy lady?' Again he looked her body up and down, taking in the shapely legs in the high heels, the tight skirt and the little top which beautifully accentuated her hard breasts.

Fran began,

'Well, I......,' but Jake interrupted her.

'It's the only way, honey,' and he quickly turned his card over....an ace, and he couldn't be beaten. As the others all turned their cards over, Joey laughed and said,

'Well, there's a $1000 you've saved. Now you owe us only $2000. Same again.....only this time, we double. Turn the cards over for $2000.' Fran took a deep breath.

'No, no......Jake, you only have one chance in four.....and you could be owing $4000 in a matter of seconds!' Joey was watching her all the time.

'Your wife seems pretty sensible, doesn't she? She seems to be pretty worried for you, man. Say, honey, why don't you come over here,' and he beckoned the sexy wife over to his chair. As she nervously got to his side, Joey's hand grabbed hers and he kissed the back of her hand. Fran stood silently at his side and suddenly his hand let go of hers and dropped to her thigh.

Fran could feel the thick, podgy hand suddenly caressing her leg and then the hand moved slowly up her thigh, under the little skirt and it was soon on the cheek of her ass, on the curve where it joined the top of her thigh. She felt nervous, frightened and excited all at once. Jake was sweating and suddenly defensive.

'Hey, Mister, I didn't say you could.........,' but Joey quickly put him down.

'I don't think you have any say in the matter, loser!' and there was venom and contempt in his voice as he carried on caressing the delectable ass. 'Tell you what, we turn over the cards, and if you win, then we're evens and we leave you alone with your pretty wife!'

'You don't have to do it, Jake.......it's OK, it's OK,' murmured Fran, and the gentle hand on her bottom was touching her in such an erotic way that she didn't move an inch. The look on Jake's face, though, was one of rage. Right in front of him, the boss man was groping his wife and there was nothing he could do about it!

'Turn over the cards,' Jake suddenly blurted out, hoping against hope that he could bring the night to an end. He started by turning over a 10 of Hearts. Then there was a four, then an eight and then, finally....God, Jake was wet with sweat. It was all down to Eddie, who gently toyed with his card, before slowly turning it over to reveal a...........King of Spades!!

Jake gulped and Fran's heart beat hard in her chest. Suddenly, her husband was $4000 in debt and the world looked a bleak and unforgiving place. Joey, Buck and Eddie had the faintest smiles on their faces.

'Again?' laughed Joey. 'Double or quits, Mister? Either zero bucks or you're in for $8000.' His hand was now on Fran's panties, running his fingers across the thin material, squeezing the hard cheeks of her ass, running up and down the insides of her thighs. Joey let the silence linger for a little while longer and then he said,

'What does wifey say, honey? Do you let your husband play on or........!' This time it was Fran who interrupted.

'Christ no....we couldn't afford the original $3000.......we certainly can't afford $8000....oh my God.......Jake, put away the cards. I'm sure we can talk about......talk about....oh my God,' and the fingers up her skirt were touching her in all the right spots, and she could feel the dampness starting to trickle into the front of her panties. Jake tried to protest.

'Now listen here, you guys! You can't.........!'

'Oh yes we can, punk! You don't have much choice. I think your wife is right! Eddie, put away the cards, and let's talk about the options. Let's have a proper look at this hot looking woman. Why don't you slip off that skirt, young lady......I think we'd all love to see more of you,' and his hand continued to caress her sexy bottom and Joey waited.

'Christ, you guys......you can't just order my wife around in my own house, 'cos if you think.......!! Jake was trying to sound masculine.

'Why don't you just shut the fuck up,' growled Joey. 'You are way out of your depth now, big boy. You owe us $4000 and there is just no way you can pay it back......even your wife says so. So you just stay quiet, and we leave here at 10pm. If....and it's a big If.......if you keep that big mouth of yours quiet and sit in that armchair over there in the corner, then 2 things might happen. One, I don't get Eddie and Buck to give you a good hiding and, Two, I might just cancel the debt you owe us! Understand?'

'And you expect me to just sit in the corner while I let you...........!' protested Jake. His wife almost shouted at him.

'Do it, Jake. The man's right....there is no choice, so do it, honey....go and sit down and have a beer. It's going to be OK....it's going to be OK.' She gave Jake a kiss on the cheek and almost led him across the room. 'Right, Mr Joey, Sir. It's 8.45. You're leaving at 10, and you're going to cancel that debt, aren't you?'

'I can see you've got some sense, honey! Now, about that skirt?' and he looked the glorious body up and down again. Fran took a deep breath, and slowly began to unzip the short skirt. Jake sat nervously in the corner, sipping a beer, and watched his wife submit to the first order from the three men. Buck, Eddie and the boss man relaxed back in their chairs as slowly the skirt slid to the floor to reveal Fran's wonderful legs and her stunning ass in little, tight panties.

'There, that wasn't too difficult was it,' grinned Joey. 'Just come a little closer again, will you baby?' As Fran inched closer to Joey's chair, his hand snaked out again to run up and down her shapely thigh. This time, it caressed up to her panties and meandered across her delectable ass and then under and between her legs and onto the front of the thin material. His fingers began to slide up and down the front of the panties, right on Fran's pussy lips underneath. He could feel the wet lips, he could feel them open, and heard a little gasp from the sexy wife.

Jake went to get up from his chair but Eddie quickly rose and moved towards the angry husband threateningly! Jake sat back down, knowing there was virtually nothing he could do. They could all see Joey's hand sliding up and down on Fran's pussy and then his fingers eased the material aside and he was playing in the soft pubic hairs.

'Feel nice, honey?' gloated Joey. 'I can tell by the way you're getting wet that you like it......she likes it, guys, eh! Open your thighs some more, baby!' Fran was trying so hard not to enjoy the touches to her body, and she didn't reply, but the gentle stroking on her cunt lips and across her clit were beginning to work. Her thighs slowly inched apart as she stood before the boss man, feeling every stroke of his podgy fingers.

She had known no other touch since her wedding day except that of her husband. She had always been obedient and submissive to him, even if her mind had often thought of unspoken fantasies, just like millions of other women. Although the situation she was now in with Jake was horrendous and frightening, Fran silently told herself that this was the only way. She couldn't argue with Joey or his friends, and right now, with gentle touches sliding seductively inside her panties, she didn't want to.

Jake had brought all this on himself with his stupid gambling! They had argued on numerous occasions previously about the way he lost money at the casino, and now they had finally reached the point of no return. If he had to sit in the corner while his wife was at the mercy of three leering men, Fran thought that at least it might finally bring Jake to his fuckin' senses. She sighed again as Joey eased his finger right down between her sodden cunt lips.

'Ummm,' moaned Fran, and her feet eased apart a little further.

Jake, sweating in his seat, and sipping furiously on his beer, knew that he was powerless to alter proceedings. He was outnumbered, three to one, and he knew that further protest was futile. He had always controlled Fran in her behaviour, particularly where sex was concerned, but now another man was playing with his wife. He had often made Fran wear sexy clothes for him, she would suck his cock when he wanted, and she would even dress in sexy clothes so that Jake could watch other men admire and lust over her when they went to a bar.

Knowing that other men were looking at his wife, enjoying her firm breasts and her shapely legs in a short dress, always gave Jake a thrill and, like a lot of men, he often fantasised about watching his wife with another man. But now....Christ......now it was happening for real. He was having to watch his wife at the hands of a little, podgy guy and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry! He thought being cuckolded only happened to other men, but he might have to endure the humiliation himself just in order to deal with a gambling debt.




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'Slip your panties down to your knees,' smiled Joey to the delectable wife. Jake gripped his beer bottle like a vice as he watched Fran's little panties gently move over the cheeks of her ass, down her silky thighs and then hang at her open knees. Straight away, Joey's fingers were back in her cunt and all the onlookers could enjoy the glistening hairs of Fran's wet pussy.

Buck, the handsome young black guy, slipped off his jacket and hung it over a chair, along with his tie. He smiled at Fran and their eyes locked on one another while she still felt the thrill of fingers playing in her cunt. Buck was young and handsome and his wonderful smile was all consuming! Then Joey spoke again.

'I can see Buck has that look in his eye again, honey. Why don't you kneel down by the side of my chair and just relax. That's it,' Apart from her little top, Fran only had her little panties dangling from her knees. She didn't look at her husband but she knew that she had to be obedient and, the way her juices were seeping from her pussy, at the moment, this wasn't particularly difficult.

She went down onto her knees at the side of Joey's chair and he took the opportunity to slide her panties right off her legs. Now Fran was naked from the waist down and almost at once, she felt Joey hang his hand over the side of his chair and start to explore her body once more.

As she watched the young Buck move slowly towards her, Fran felt Joey's hand slide down her ass and between her legs, and then a finger slid into her body and then two fingers and then three. Her knees opened on the floor and she could feel the three fingers just idly rest inside her cunt. The feeling was wonderful, her juices were all over Joey's fingers and now Buck was standing in front of her kneeling body.

Jake could see everything clearly from his seat, and knew that he was paying dearly for his stupidity. His wife was behaving just as he had regularly made her behave...by being submissive and obedient....only this time, Jake himself was being cuckolded and made to watch her being just as obedient for others.

Was there a stirring in his jeans? Was there some sort of revolting thrill in seeing his wife naked from the waist down with another man's fingers up her cunt? He tried to keep still as the sweat rolled down his forehead.

Buck was right in front of the shapely wife as she looked up at him from her kneeling position, and then Joey suddenly spoke.....and Jake gulped.

'Undo his zip, honey!' Did Fran know this instruction was coming? Of course she did, and she gasped again as she felt the three fingers inside her push deeper into her cunt.

'Ohhhhh, God, umm!' and her hands moved up to unzip Buck's slacks. She knew what she had to do, and she knew what was expected. She watched Buck's eyes as her fingers delved into the open slacks and then Fran suddenly sighed once more. Her dainty fingers could hardly encircle the cock she was now touching......a cock that was already hard and throbbing.

She eased it out from Buck's slacks and just stared at it in amazement. It was the first black cock she had ever seen in real life. She had read stories and seen pictures but here was the real thing and Fran couldn't take her eyes from this fantastic specimen. It was nearly 10 inches of young throbbing meat and, because the fingers playing in her cunt were already working wonders on her resistance, Fran held the wonderful cock and just eased it towards her face!

Jake could feel his own cock getting harder as he watched powerless from his seat. His brain was whizzing with excitement but also with total humiliation and then he saw his wife open her mouth. He could see Joey's fingers slowly ease back and forth into Fran's cunt and no words were spoken, but then Fran stretched her lips.

'Oh my Christ,' murmured Jake to himself as Fran slowly eased the huge cock between her lips. She kissed the bulbous head and it was then that Buck moved a hand to Fran's head and eased it forward. She had to adjust her position a little as Buck held her head and Joey was fingering her cunt, but somehow she managed to slide more and more of Buck's thick prick into her mouth.

For Fran, it was a sort of proud moment as her eyes were still locked into Bucks. She had taken this monster into her mouth and knew she was giving him so much pleasure and, although the motion was slow, she was able to begin sucking him back and forth from the edge of her mouth right in to the back of her throat. It was almost making her gulp and gag but her submissive nature told her that she had to continue.

Although Jake knew he should be outraged at the scenes before him, he couldn't help his cock getting harder and harder, and he knew that his wildest fantasies were being played out before him. Oh my God, would he ever be able to live with himself again? Would he ever be able to look Fran in the eye? Still the action continued and still his wife took the black cock down into her throat.

'Your pretty wife sure is sexy and good,' teased Joey. 'Look how she takes that big cock into her mouth. Where have you been hiding her, punk?' he laughed. Jake didn't reply, he just shrivelled up in his chair.

By now, Fran's juices were weeping down onto her thighs and her hand had come up to stroke Buck's balls as he fucked her mouth with his cock. Then, suddenly, Eddie moved to Fran's side and eased her little top up to bunch it around her neck. Her beautiful, shapely breasts came into view and hung below her body and Eddie slipped a hand down to caress the white orbs.

Fran's nipples had already become solid and pointed as her nervous excitement increased, and now one of the guys was playing with her tits, squeezing them, caressing them, tweaking the nipples and generally mauling them around. All three men were now enjoying Fran's body......hands on her tits, fingers up her cunt, and a thick, black cock fucking her mouth.

She had never had more than one man touch her at once (and that was always her husband) and now 3 virtual strangers were enjoying the fruits of her mature, willing body....because that was what it was now! Fran had become willing.

Was it to save her husband's skin, was it to wipe clear the debt, or was it because she had often fantasised about this scenario? Fran was never going to say out loud, but the fact that it was happening right in front of her husband only seemed to add to her excitement and sexual enjoyment.

Jake had always tried to tempt her into extra-marital activity, he was always telling her to dress sexily if they went out of town, and he was always trying to dictate how she acted. Well, now she was getting it first hand, from 3 men, and Jake was being made to silently watch. Fran was not about to protest at the submissive actions she was being made to endure (or enjoy?).

'Why don't you take her over to the table, guys? I'm sure she'd be more comfortable up there,' leered Joey. The table had been used to play cards on only a few minutes previously, but now Fran was led by Buck and Eddie to the edge of the piece of furniture. They grabbed her waist and proceeded to lift the mature, shapely woman onto the edge, so her legs were dangling over the side. She was still in the view of both Jake and Joey, and then Buck, his huge cock hanging from his slacks, moved between her legs. At the same time, Eddie moved over her body and his fingers went back to playing with her superb tits. Fran didn't want to speak.....she couldn't say that she was now loving every move from the three strangers, not in front of her husband, but the truth was that this was a sexual fantasy that had often played across her mind.

Her resistance was now nil, so Fran eased her head back to rest on the table and already her sighing and appreciative moaning had started again.

Buck dipped his head and his tongue went straight onto Fran's delicious cunt. The moment she felt the tongue, she almost became orgasmic. Buck held her thighs up and lapped at the welcoming vagina, and Eddie also moved his head down to attack the tits with his mouth. He sucked and scraped the nipples with his teeth, he tried to suck the nipples off with his lips, while Buck tongued all over the pubic hairs between Fran's legs, concentrating on the open cunt lips and the hard clit.

She began to squeal frantically, as softly as she could, but there was no doubt that the experience was something that her body had never encountered before. By now, Joey was stroking his cock in his chair, enjoying seeing his two henchmen play with the sexy wife while her husband grovelled in the corner. Fran couldn't help herself and finally just groaned,

'Oh God....ummm......oh my God!' and her hands went down to the heads below her, one on Eddie and one on Buck. She almost pushed Buck's head into her cunt, grinding his lips between her legs, while she encouraged Eddie to suck her tits with more force. Fran was really flying now! Joey could see this and teased the cuckold at the side of the room.

'Like it, punk? Like seeing your sexy wife enjoying herself? Will she ever want your cock again, you better ask yourself!' he laughed. Jake just guzzled his beer bottle and gritted his teeth, never once taking his eyes off the events on the table. Then he saw Buck mumble some words to Eddie, and Eddie jumped up onto the table.

The two men moved the obedient wife again, until she was on her feet, standing on the floor and leaning over the table. Buck played with her naked ass and Eddie knelt directly in front of her head on the table.

'No, no.....you're too big........please,' protested Fran weakly as she felt Buck's huge cock nudge her cunt lips. She wanted it but she didn't want it. She'd only had one cock in her life....Jakes!! Buck held her naked hips and pushed in just an inch or so. At the same time, Eddie was holding Fran's head up and offering her his own not unsubstantial cock. Obediently, she opened her mouth once more and took the second cock of the night into her mouth.

Oh my God, Jake's cock was almost spurting of its own accord. He had thought a million times of seeing his wife with two cocks in her but it was never likely to come to fruition......until now! He tried not to squeeze his own cock because of his embarrassment and humiliation, but he just couldn't help it.

Buck pushed a little further into the golden haven.....and felt the lips of her cunt slide open for him. Fran slipped the cock from her mouth just to squeal again.

'Ahhhhh....ummm....oh Christ.....Christ....that's too......that's too big,' but Eddie grabbed her head again and pushed his slippery prick back against her lips. Fran obediently started sucking again. Buck eased back a little, and then eased his cock forward into her cunt again, this time just a little bit deeper. He did this with each stroke, going a little deeper and then holding himself inside her velvet cunt so she could get used to the girth and length.



Fran's breathing became deep and heavy, her breasts heaved up and down while her lips and tongue slid and sucked all around Eddie's cock. Joey now had his cock out and was openly stroking it while he watched his two men enjoy the mature body. Jake just wished he could get his cock out!!

Now Fran began to get used to the double penetration of her body and one of her hands took Eddie's cock and guided him back and forth into her mouth. She could feel Buck going steadily deeper into her body with his thick, black cock and now she was gently easing her ass back into him with each stroke. My God,.....two cocks were fucking her over the family table and Buck's black cock was stretching her unbelievably.

Back and forth, in and out, back and forth, deeper and deeper, stretching and stretching some more. If Fran didn't have a cock trying to tickle her tonsils, she would surely be screaming with pleasure as Buck pushed slowly in to the deepest part of her cunt.

'Ummmmmmm......ahhhhhhhh,' she groaned and finally she had grown used to Buck's 10 inches. Their bodies slapped together as Buck pulled her onto him with each lunge and Fran had her feet as wide as possible, her ass jutting up to enjoy the assault as much as she could.

'Make sure you get $4000 worth,' laughed Joey as he watched the big cock sliding in and out of the succulent body!

The sexy, obedient wife had never felt so full up in her life. She had thought that her husband was reasonably well hung, but she had now been spoiled for ever by Buck slowly introducing her to an almighty cock that was bringing a shock of pleasure each time it was thrust deep inside her.

It was only after about 30 seconds that Fran had her first almighty orgasm. It had been brought on by the nature of the tense atmosphere, the excited humiliation of being made to perform in front of her husband, the new experience of having two cocks in her at once, and the icing on the cake was this thick, vibrant cock that Buck was now hammering in and out of her body, right into her depths.

Fran just couldn't help it. She felt her body tense, her cunt contract and then relax of its own accord, and the wash of the climax whooshed all round her body, touching every nerve and sending tingles to the ends of her fingers and toes. But still the wonderful assault continued!

Buck carried on slamming back and forth into her cunt, while Eddie fucked the open mouth with relaxed strokes that just pushed Fran's lips open wide as the cock slid into her throat.

This carried on for another two or three minutes, the two cocks rapidly thrusting in and out of Fran's cunt and mouth, when suddenly Eddie was there!! He grabbed her hair and held his cock deep inside her willing mouth. Fran looked up into his dark eyes as she tickled his balls, and she knew the signs only too well. The first splash into her mouth was enormous and she almost choked, and she could do nothing but swallow. More cum fired into her as Eddie still held her head, and Fran gratefully gulped and swallowed as best she could until Eddie gently subsided.

Not all of the juices could be captured in her throat and there were droplets that escaped from her lips and ran down Fran's chin, but as she felt the black cock continue to pound away between her open legs, she really did experience a feeling of victory, having brought one of the men to a wonderful conclusion. As she licked her lips, she managed a huge smile into Eddie's eyes.

He released her head and just knelt back on his haunches as Fran's body still moved back and forth on the end of Buck's pounding cock. Joey, in his chair admiring the show, was now openly jacking his cock off as the stunning wife was taking everything his men were giving her. Her body was magnificent; her open legs were firm and shapely, her hanging breasts moving with each stroke. How Joey wished that Fran's husband would get into debt more often!!

Then, suddenly, Buck picked up Fran's legs, holding them either side of him. Her head and arms were still on the table, and Buck was holding her thighs apart while he continued to fuck her. Fran felt fantastic; a big, black cock was thrusting relentlessly into her body, causing her to nearly orgasm each time it banged against her womb, and she had never felt so totally satisfied in all her life.

'Really fuck her good now, Buck,' called out Joey. 'She looks great, doesn't she punk,' he taunted the grovelling Jake in his chair. 'We gotta be moving soon, so give her your best,' went on Joey.

Buck held her thighs up as he went even faster, if that were possible. Their bodies were sliding back and forth on the edge of the table as Buck pounded into the waiting cunt. Fran was just breathless and shattered.

'Ohhh.....uhhh..uhh.....ughhhhhh! Oh God, oh my God.....yes....yes...yeeeeees!!' This pace couldn't last much longer, and it didn't. Buck went on and on and on, his cock virtually an iron rod in Fran's stretched cunt, but then the last few strokes were quicker and shorter until he, too, held himself inside the open body.

Fran's body shook violently as she felt the first spurt fire into her cunt, and another of her own orgasms hit her like a thunderbolt. The two bodies were joined like Siamese twins as they both climaxed to the top of the mountain in sighs and grunts and moans.

Jake suffered the ultimate humiliation as he watched and listened to his wife groan with satisfaction.......his own cock exploded inside in his slacks and he could feel the warm liquid fire into his pants, his slacks and all over his thighs. He felt totally worthless and degraded.....and all because of his fuckin' gambling!

He could see Buck bent over his wife as her naked body heaved against the table, and he could also clearly see Buck's big cock deeply embedded in her cunt as he emptied his sac of cum into her. What more humiliating experience for a man? Worse was only moments away. As Buck ran his hands gently through Fran's hair and eased his cock from her cunt, Jake could see trickles of fluid run down her inner thighs. Jake was fully cuckolded and wished the ground would open up for him.

What next he thought? What other humiliation could he suffer? Then Joey, his cock still in his hand, spoke.

'Nice show, boys.....don't you think so, punk?' he directed at poor old Jake. 'Your lovely wife can sure take some cock inside her, can't she? But now we gotta go....it's nearly 10o'clock and a promise is a promise.' Jake breathed a sigh of relief.......but was Fran a little disappointed?

'What about the debt?' Jake mumbled, almost apologetically. 'You've had my wife, and made me look a real fool...is the debt cancelled, eh?' Joey was quick to put Jake in his place again.

'I'll tell you when the debt is cancelled, punk, so just keep your mouth shut until you're spoken to. There's just one little thing that I have to do before we go. Honey, you were fantastic,' and here he addressed the sexy, naked wife. 'Honey, I want you to go and put on your sexiest bikini and your shoes. There's a little errand we have to run.' Fran didn't reply, nor did she question what was happening, but she slowly lifted herself from the table and went out of the door to go upstairs. Then Joey turned to Jake again.

'Right, you loser! I need some cigarettes, so Buck and I are going with your lovely wife to the store down the road to buy some. Eddie is going to stay here with you, just to make sure you behave yourself, and when we get back from the tobacco store, we're going to leave. Any fooling around and Eddie will leave you with a bloody nose and some black eyes.....get my drift, punk? And if I ever see you again, it'll be too soon. Of course, your sexy wife is welcome at the casino any time she wants!'

He was really grinding the humiliation into Jake, and then Fran appeared again, walking into the room. All four men took a deep breath.....she looked fabulous!

She was wearing a tight, white bikini that curved closely to her superb breasts and clung to her stunning ass like a glove. The outfit showed off her slim, sexy body to beautiful effect. Did she know what was coming? Jake tried one last protest, sipping even more beer and almost foaming at the mouth as he watched his wife standing regally before her audience.

'You can't take my wife down to the........,' but he was interrupted once more by Joey's scornful laugh.




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'For fuck sake, punk. You just don't get it, do you? We are going out for 10 minutes and when your wife gets back, it'll be all over........and the debt will be cancelled. But any more whinging and I might just change my mind. Come on, Buck, take the lady's arm.'

Joey did his zip up and headed for the door. Again, Fran didn't look at her husband as she and Buck followed the head man into the yard. There was only Jake and Eddie left in the room and there was deadly silence as Eddie helped himself to another beer.

Outside, Fran was led to the black Cadillac and Joey got into the huge back seat. He beckoned Fran in beside him. Buck drove and the car slid out into the road.

'Don't worry, honey,' Joey smiled at her. 'We're only going to the store for some cigarettes and then you'll be back home again. The debt will be cancelled and you can get on with your life again.......but keep that husband of yours away from my casino if he knows what's good for him! Now, baby, you look fantastic!' and Joey unzipped his slacks again.

As his still rampant cock came into view, Joey held Fran's hand and gently pulled her over. Fran smiled and knew this might be the last action she had to make. It had been one of the most gratifying sexual experiences that she had ever encountered, even under the testing circumstances, and now she was going to satisfy the head man.

Her mouth opened again and she slipped the hard cock between her lips. It was nowhere near as big as Buck's but she still enjoyed the feeling as she nibbled, licked and sucked the third cock that had been in her mouth that night. She stroked Joey's balls and his fat ass began to hump off the seat as he held her head and tried to get further inside her mouth. Sweat started to form on his brow as Fran really wanted to give the boss man a blow-job to remember.

As she gulped and blew the boss man, his free hand wandered down her back and his fingers slipped under the bikini bottoms to play with the soft cheeks of her ass. Fran could feel a finger toying with her pink anus and she was suddenly enjoying the sensations as much as Joey.

'Not too fast, honey, not too fast,' he mumbled, feeling his sap rising in double quick time. 'I want some more on the way back!' Just then, Buck rolled the car into the parking area at the store, and pulled to a halt. Joey carried on.

'Right honey, just go with Buck and get me 2 packs of Marlboro cigarettes and then come back and join me again,' he grinned. Fran looked alarmed.

'You want me.....ugh? You want me to go into the store? Like this? Just a bikini?'

'You'll be back in 2 minutes....now hurry, baby.......I don't want to go cold,' he laughed again, still stroking his cock. Fran gritted her teeth as Buck came round and opened her door. It was 10o'clock at night, just getting dark and Fran was going into the store wearing just a tiny bikini and high heels. She got out of the car and Buck gently took her arm again.

'Just stay with me, babe,' Buck told her, 'and we'll get the cigarettes and be back in no time. You look great. Here's the dollars......now don't forget......2 packs of Marlboro and then back to the car.'

Fran was nervous again. It was one thing to parade about at home to satisfy the lecherous men, but it was entirely different in public, going into a store where everyone could see her. Buck stayed close to her side as they crossed the pavement and opened the door. The blushing wife walked quickly to the counter and could see the attendant looking her body up and down with leering looks.

Buck was right behind her, and others in the store had stopped looking at the goods and were now concentrating on the mature woman in the bikini. Buck's hand strayed onto her ass as the two of them stood waiting, his hand grabbing the shapely flesh through the material. The man in front being served at the counter seemed to go on for ages, and Fran was going redder and redder with embarrassment.

Then Buck slipped his hand to the hem of the bikini and gently eased one side up to reveal the succulent white flesh of one of Fran's cheeks and she knew that others would be ogling the display. God, she felt so terrible, but she couldn't deny that her bikini was wet again as she could do nothing but submit to the whims of the black hulk.

Suddenly, she was at the front of the queue, and she blurted out her request for the cigarettes. Still Buck's hand was playing with her ass, and the attendant was grinning from ear to ear as he surveyed the wondrous sight in front of him. He didn't hurry to get the cigarettes as his eyes kept drilling into the sexy body, and Fran wished the floor would open to swallow her up.

Thank God, it was soon over and the shaking but excited wife was soon following Buck back to the car where she jumped into the back seat once more. She smiled at Joey, gave him the cigarettes and he was demanding almost at once. He held her hand and Fran just instinctively lowered her head.

'Not too fast back to the house, Buck,' he growled at the driver. 'Now, baby, where were we?'



Fran started on the boss's cock again, and this time she was using her fingers as well as her mouth. Each time she eased the cock from her lips, she would rub him up and down with a firm grip, and Joey was excited again almost immediately. His ass started to hump up from the seat as Fran sucked him, nibbled him, bit him and licked him. Her experienced hands were working Joey's cock and balls as she took him deep into her throat, and it was only a few more seconds before the fat little man was there.

'Oh Christ, honey. Yes, stay there...stay there,' and he held her head down over his cock as his climax erupted. Fran felt the cum explode into her mouth......probably built up over an hour or so as Joey had jacked off endlessly watching his men fuck the submissive woman. Now it just shot out into her mouth, and she began to swallow once more, gulping and sucking air into her nostrils until Joey was finally finished.

'Christ, honey, you are one hell of a woman......and that punk doesn't deserve you.' Fran looked up and smiled, her hand wiping little droplets that had trickled onto her lips and chin, and Buck was just turning the car along the road where she lived.

As Joey stroked her hair and ran his hand over her naked skin, he told her,

'Any time you want a job, baby, just call me at the casino......you can start when you like......as long as you don't bring that God damn husband of yours. Now, Buck's going to honk the horn in a moment and if Eddie comes out of the house, you can go back in and it's all over. The debt's cancelled and that's the end of it......but your husband's banned from the casino forever. Of course....that doesn't apply to you, baby!' and Joey laughed that lecherous laugh once more.

Buck honked the horn and Eddie wandered out into the road. Joey opened the car door and allowed the gorgeous wife to get out, but not before slapping her ass as she stepped out.

'See you around, sweetheart! And thanks for the great evening,' called Joey. Fran's eyes met Bucks and there was still passion and sexual chemistry firing between them but all she could say as she waved at him was, 'Byeeee!' My God, she thought, I've never done anything since I was 18........now this...... all in one night!' She saw the car pull away and then she went into the house.

Jake was sitting tensely, still in the same chair, sipping yet another beer. She looked scornfully at him as she swept past and uttered,

'Don't say anything to me. I'm going for a shower. The debt's cancelled but if you ever go near that casino again, or get into any kind of debt through gambling, then I shall have great pleasure in paying the debt off just like I did tonight.....only next time, it may take me all night to enjoy doing it. Got that, baby? Goodnight!!' and she slammed the door behind her, leaving poor old Jake almost a broken man!!



Submissive Angel Ch. 01



Tyler got out of his limo and walked into the Market Place. The man said she would be in the back room, waiting for him. If he enjoyed her, he would send the man a page to let him know that he chose to bid, and a transaction would be taken out of his bank account the following day. This kind of thing had to be done carefully though, otherwise one risked being charged with kidnapping if the woman decided to run to the police. The broker promised that this one was trained well, but still he cursed himself as he rushed up side stairway for allowing his regular driver the day off. Glancing down one more time at his watch, he opened the side door and walked into the cool dark room.

She woke up in a cool, dark room. The worst appeared to be over now, all that was left to do was sit and wait. She heard the sound of feet as they walked down the corridor and then a door creak as someone entered the cell. Judging from the size of the silhouette towering above her, she could tell this must be a man. Could it be the one she was supposed to be waiting for?

"You there, stand up female and come over here," 

His voice had a gentle, but commanding tone. She stood up and cautiously with eyes dropped to the floor walked slowly over to where he was standing. She gazed up with him with fear in her eyes as he walked around her, examining her ripe young body and long red hair. He placed his hand on her hip, using the other to unzip her long, white robe. She could hear him gasp as her nakedness was revealed.

"Oh yes, you are beautiful. Now to see what that body can do."

He bent her over, feeling the tight curves of her buttocks as he kneaded the flesh with his fingers. She straightened her legs and placed her palms flat on the floor. Waiting and listening. Suddenly, she felt something hard press up against her rectum as he thrust his cock hard into her ass. Searing pain began to blind her as she fought desperately for control. Choking back a sob, she stilled her breathing and waited, patiently for his assault to continue. 

Over and over, his cock ripped at her ass, as she kept her body straight and her emotions under control. In and out, she felt him slam against her. Finally something hot filled her stretched hole and she winced from the pain as he smeared her ass hole with his cum. 

"Oh yes, that feels so good."

He stroked back and forth, in and out as he used her ass to milk his cum. Wiping his cock off on her ass cheek, he picked her up and held her in his lap while he used his cell phone to dial the number of his broker. 

"Hey there, Tyler here; I'd like to place a bid. Yes, take it out of my London account. What was that? Well someone left one here, I just sampled it myself. Ok, yes. You do that. Uh huh, I understand. Goodbye." He looked down at her with a puzzled look on his face, slowly stroking her breast.

"Who owns you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Why are you here, does he owe money? Is that why he placed you on the slave market? How did you get here? Did he leave a number?"

"I do not know how I got here. I just woke up, and here I was."

"Well do you remember anything at all?"

"You mean before I fell?"

"Fell? What do you mean? Are you hurt?"

She gave him an inquisitive look.

"All angels must fall from heaven and take part in the Trials before they can get their wings. It is my duty to serve the first man who finds me, as long as he wants me. One day they will decide I have fulfilled my duty and will come back for me. Then I must decide to either stay here on Earth, or go back up to Heaven for the Cleansing in order to receive my wings."

He wanted to tell her she was crazy, that maybe they let her out of the psych ward a little too soon, but there was something different about her. Those eyes, so void of all emotion, yet so innocent. Her voice was so gentle and hypnotic. Part of him wanted to get up and run, the other wanted to stay and hear what she had to say.

"And what if I were to say I don't want you to serve me? What then?"

Her eyes took on the only emotion he had seen since he took her into his arms. Fear spread across her face and her voice trembled. He watched as she struggled to calm herself as she answered him with a tremor in her sultry voice.

"Then they will come for me. I will endure 7 years of Hell before I am allowed to take the trials again."

Her eyes looked toward the floor as he held her in his arms, dumbstruck by her words. Hell? Was she serious? Good Lord! He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, pulling her up to him and sucking her tongue into his mouth. She pulled back suddenly, eyes wide with terror.

"You are not going to eat me are you? I've heard of humans and cannibalism before!"

He almost laughed out loud at her innocence. 

"Eat you little one? Oh yes, I plan on eating you, but not in the way that you mean. That was just a kiss."

She touched her fingers to her lips for a moment and repeated his words.

"A kiss,"

"Yes, a kiss. Steady little one and I'll show you again."

Gently he pulled her close and kissed her again softly. Sliding his tongue into her mouth and playfully toying with hers. She began to gasp, rocking her hips against his shaft.

"I'm sorry. That was wrong of me, I should have kept control."

She said as she stopped rocking. Lifting her chin, he looked into her eyes.

"If I am to keep you, you must never deny yourself pleasure or pain. Unless I tell you otherwise, do you understand?"

"What do you mean? What is this pleasure and pain?"

He thought he was going to lose his mind. Could this beautiful angel really have come from Heaven and not know at least pleasure? As she looked up at him with those innocent eyes, he decided his mind as made up. Whether she was truly an Angel or whether she was simply crazy no longer mattered to him. He was going to take her and train her in the arts of submission. She would be his Angel, his submissive Angel.

Taking her into his arms, he slid his cock under her.

"I will show you. First you will feel pain, do not hold back. This will only last awhile and then will turn to pleasure. Trust in my Angel, the pleasure is by far worth the pain. If I decide to keep you, I will show you both pleasures and pain beyond your deepest imagination."

Thrusting his cock into her he watched amused as her eyes became wide with fright. Blood began to slide out between her legs and she began to tremble in fear.

"It is ok, it is only the preparation. Your body is now preparing itself to take me. This will only hurt the first time. The second time will be much easier."

She began to relax as tears ran down her face, sobs building in her throat as she choked them back.

"Do not hold back. Release the pain as well as the pleasure." He stroked her hair as he pumped in and out of her tight virgin pussy. He could feel her sobs subside as he spoke quietly to her. Telling her what a good girl she was. As he fucked her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again. She began to moan quietly at first. Then before long her cries became louder. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, breasts as he rocked his hard thick rod deep into her depths. Watching her writhe as pleasure took over her pain. 

"Yes, that's a good girl. Let it out"

"Oh yes!"

She cried out as his thrusts became harder, longer, and deeper. She clung to him, screaming at the top of her lungs. He felt his balls start to swell as he pumped deeper and deeper into her sex. He felt her body tighten and twitch with pain as he shot load after load of sperm into her hot love box. He watched her face contort as she came with him. Screaming and clawing at him until finally she feinted in his arms.

He wrapped her robe around her and picked her up into his arms as he carried her out to his limo. He held her tight to his chest as he wrapped her arms around his neck and sat down with her still on his lap. Stroking her hair, he gave the driver instructions to take them home. Nothing in the world mattered at this moment except for this submissive angel asleep in his arms. He couldn't wait to get her home and make her his own little love slave.



Submissive Awakenings



(this is my first attempt - would love all feedback - good or bad)

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I close the door behind me as I enter the subtly lit room. In the middle of the room you kneel with your back to me, your eyes blindfolded, and your hands cuffed behind your back. Other than the cuffs and blindfold you are naked.

As you hear the door close you kneel up straight, as you were supposed to be. Whilst you waited for me you had rested your arse on the back of your feet. You know you will be in trouble for that at some point.

I move into the room, not approaching you. You know I am in there but have no idea where or what I am about to do. I know you could turn your head, shake off the blindfold, find out where I was, but I want to see if you have the will power to remain still.

Eventually you sense that I am in front of you, inches away from you. I put my hand in your hair, gripping it, but not pulling it. I tilt your head so your face looks up at me, and then run one finger slowly and lightly over your blindfold, down your cheek to your mouth. Even more slowly I trace my finger along your lips till I feel them part and your tongue gingerly slips out to curl around my finger.

We stay like that for a few moments, before I take my hand away and move to stand behind you. I grip your arms by the elbow and help you to your feet, making you stand naked in the middle of the room, your hands still bound behind you.

Again I stand in front of you, and slowly run my fingers over the contours of your body. My finger moves very lightly over your skin, hardly touching you. I start on your neck, very slowly tracing down to your shoulder, then just touching the side of your breasts down to your navel. Slowly they move back up, skirting your breasts before once more moving down, this time across your breasts towards your nipples. As they sense my fingers on you, your nipples harden further as they anticipate the touch they so want to receive.

As my hands move I tell you how much I love your body, how much I love to look at it, and how I love to feel it under my touch.

I feel your body shift as you try to move your nipples to my fingers, and instantly take my hands away. You hear me take a step to your side, before feeling a stinging smack on your arse. The blow, though not too hard, makes you take a step forward. I wait till you have balanced yourself before resuming the spanking. In all five blows land on your arse before I stop.

I stand behind you and place my hand where the smacks had just fallen, and caress you to ease some of the pain. I ask you if you know why you were punished and you explain that you know you should not have moved to try and force my hand. 

With my foot I force your legs further apart, till you are standing with them wide open. My hand stays on your arse for a few seconds, before I move off again and you hear the door open as I leave the room. I return after a few minutes and stand behind you, and undo your hands, which you immediately move and hang in front of you covering yourself. I tell you that you are not allowed to cover yourself up, and that you will be punished for every time you try. I ask if you understand and you nod that you do. I slap your arse again, hard this time, which as you still have your legs spread makes you lose your balance, falling to your hands and knees.

I tell you that if I ask you a question I want a spoken answer, not a nod of the head. Again you nod your head rather than answer, and I let out a long sigh and tell you to take off your blindfold and follow me to the other side of the room. I cross the room and stand by a table and turn to see you walking towards me.

"Mary, Mary, Mary" I sigh, I didn't say you could stand up and walk over, go back to where you were and get back on your hands and knees. I watch as you walk away, and resume the position. I consider letting you off, as I really want to just throw you on the bed and fuck you, but you need to be trained to do things properly.

I make you stay where you are whilst I talk to you. I explain that you need to be punished again, for not doing as you were told. I tell you that you are my slut whore and that I want us to do all sorts of kinky things together, but not until you learn. I ask if you still want to be my slut whore and you reply that you do. Whilst you say this to me you look down at the floor.

I walk over to you and use your hair to make you look up at me. I ask you what you want to be, and you blush and tell me that you want to be my kinky slut, and take whatever I want to give her.

Satisfied with your answer, I walk back to the table, and tell you to crawl over to me. I watch again as you make your way to me, watching as your breasts sway where they hang below you as you crawl.

When you reach me I tell you to stand up, and look at what is on the table. There is a selection of paddles, nipple clamps, clothes pegs, vibrators, butt plugs and various other objects. I see you study each one in turn and tell you to choose a paddle and some of the pegs, and give them to me.

Standing in front of you, I reach out and take one of your nipples between my finger and thumb and roll it gently between them. I then take one of the pegs and squeeze it open, letting it close slightly on your nipple. 

I look directly into your eyes as I slowly release the pressure on the peg. When I see you flinch I hold the peg still allowing you to adjust to the pain, and then when I see you relax again, I allow a bit more till it is fully clamped on your nipple. I repeat the whole process with your other nipple till they are both in place. 

I lean forward and kiss you, as I am proud of the way you handled it, and ask if you are ok to carry on. You tell me that you are, and so I instruct you to lean over with your hands on the table and spread your legs. You do as you are told, and I tell you that I am going to spank you ten times to help you learn to be better.

1 spank 2 spank 3 spank

I pause for a moment, as I know I am spanking you quite hard and that it is causing the pegs hanging from your nipples to pull on them setting your nerves on fire.

4 5 6 7 8

Again the pause...

9 10

I lay the paddle down and put my hand between your legs, touching your pussy for the first time. I run my finger along the length of your pussy lips, feeling them part as my finger moves.

Your pussy is soaked, and I lift my juice covered finger to your mouth, making you lick it clean.

I turn you to face me, and very very slowly remove the pegs from your nipples. I do it carefully, taking my time as the pain momentarily increases as the blood flows back in.

I walk you across the room, and tell you to lie on the bed. You lie down on your front, which brings a stinging smack to your arse. I hear you groan as I hit the exact spot that has just been spanked, and land another in the same place. You quickly realize what I want and turn over onto your back, your hands by your side and your legs together.

I tell you to move your legs apart, and you move them slightly so your feet are about a foot apart. I lean over you and slap the insides of your legs, hard, and keep doing so until you move your legs much wider apart. Once they are where I want them I run my hand slowly up your leg, across your stomach up to your breasts, flicking over your nipple, and on up to your shoulder. As I move my hand I walk along the side of the bed till I am at its head, where I reach out and take one of your hands. I lift it up, moving your arm till it stretched out towards me, and then use a scarf to tie it to the bed post. I walk around to the other side of the bed, where I tell you to stretch out your other arm to me. As you move your arm, I notice that you have closed your legs slightly when I wasn't looking. With both of your arms tied, I move and stand at the bottom of the bed, looking at your naked body, exposed and tied below me. 

I keep looking at you for what seems like an age, and see you blush as you see my eyes roaming your body, whilst you feel so vulnerable. I sense the urge you have to close your legs, and say nothing, waiting to see what you will do. Eventually I sense your legs moving, millimetre by millimetre, and turn away from the bed, over to the table on the other side of the room.

You move your head, so you can see where I am, and what I am doing. You notice me pick up the pegs again and a small paddle, and know you are about to be punished again.

After walking back to the bed, I sit down next to you, and lean over you, my hand on the mattress on the far side of your body. My free hand roams across the top half of your body, touching you gently, caressing you. As I do this I tell you how much I love your body, how much I enjoy looking at you, touching you, how much you turn me on. I ask you if you know why you have to be punished again, and you say you do not know. I explain that you moved your legs, trying to stop yourself being so exposed. I stop leaning across you and move my hand down your figure, and onto your pussy. My finger very slowly runs along the length of your lips, just teasing them open slightly.

My finger continues to move along you, going slightly deeper with each movement, till I am just inside you. Eventually my finger moves to your clit, which it circles before slowly moving across it, teasing it and you, before I take my hand away, depriving you of my touch.

I ask you if you want me to touch you more, and you say that you do. I ask you where you want me to touch you, and you tell me that you want me to touch your pussy, that you want me to play with your clit and to open up your pussy with my fingers. You tell me that I can touch you wherever I want as you are my slutwhore. 

I smile at you as you say that, and remind you that you are still due a punishment. I will let you off the punishment if you want me to, but it will also mean that I will not touch you or do anything with you for the foreseeable future. The choice is yours, but if you opt for the punishment you will have to ask me for it.

I take a few paces away from the bed; before I hear you say timidly that you will take the punishment. I say nothing and wait in silence, looking away from you. Eventually you speak again, and this time it is to ask me to punish you for moving your legs, for trying to cover yourself up when you knew I wanted to see you. Moving back to the bed I remove the ties from your wrists and tell you to get off the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed and tell you to come and stand in front of me. Once you are where I want you, I reach up and put the pegs back on your nipples, still taking the time to let you get used to the pain as I slowly let them close and grip. Again I wait for you to relax, before telling you stand with you legs open again. You spread your legs, and wait for my next move. I pick up another two pegs, and run them along the length of your pussy lips. Using both hands I separate your lips and very slowly place a peg on one of them. I take an age to let it fully grip you, as I can feel your legs shaking as you feel it take hold of you. I tell you to put your hands on my shoulders to help steady yourself whilst you learn to handle the pain. I tell you take as long as you need, and when you are ready to stand back up again. You lean into me, and I can hear your quick breathing as you struggle with the feelings running through your body. As I wait for you I gently stroke your arms, your legs and your arse.

When I feel your grip on my shoulders relax after about 90 seconds I know that you have managed to handle it. I tell you how well you have done, how pleased I am with you, and that you are over the worst. As I say it I feel you move away from me as you push yourself to stand back up. You stand in front of me, and nod when I ask you if you are sure you want to carry on. 

I reach out again and this time grip your other pussy lip. As I do so I nudge the peg already there and hear you gasp. I leave it a few seconds then place the second peg on you. I take my time as before but you are able to come to turns with it much more easily this time, as I hoped would be the case.

I look at you with the pegs on your nipples and pussy, and love the sight of you even more than normal. I stand up and take your hand, to lead you across the room, where I tell you I want you to bend over the table. I let you take each step slowly as your legs hit the pegs on your pussy each time you move. It takes us an age, but eventually we reach the table and you place your elbows on the tabletop, forcing your arse out behind you.

I discard the paddle and smack you twice, not to hard, once on each cheek with my hand. After a couple of seconds the same again, slightly harder. I repeat this till I have spanked you five times on each cheek, each set getting harder than the last. I stroke your cheeks as I ask if you are still ok, again you nod your head, and I decide not to try and make you talk, as you are doing better than I had expected. I let you know that there are ten more spanks to come, then it will be over. You nod you head again, and I give you the remaining ten smacks, this time they get softer each time, until the last one which is hardly a smack at all.

I stand you up, and turn you to face me. I ask you if you have learnt the lesson, and again all you do is nod. I kneel down in front of you, and remove the pegs from your pussy. This takes some time, as I do not want to cause you anymore pain than I have to as your punishment is now over. Once they are off, I stand up and carefully remove the pegs from your nipples. I pull you towards me, wrap my arms around me and hold you against me. I feel you put your arms around me, and know you have accepted what happened to you. I kiss you, and reassure you how well you did, how proud I am of you. I tell you that as a reward you get to choose what I do with you next. Anything you choose, with no punishments involved.......

You tell me that you want to masturbate for me and suck my cock as your reward, and move to kneel in front of me. I watch as you place your hands behind your back, and move your mouth towards my cock that is already hard from punishing you.

As I see and feel your tongue flick over the head of my cock, I let out a low moan and tell you how much you turn me on. Your tongue rolls around the tip of my cock before you take me further into your mouth, making me feel so incredible. I look down at you as you suck me, and place my hand on your cheek. I can feel my cock moving inside your mouth as you rock your body back and forth.

I see your hands move from behind your back as you give in to the urge to touch yourself, and I watch as you start to stoke your nipples. I hear you let out a moan around my cock as your hands touch your pussy, pleasuring yourself. Your mouth on my cock becomes more urgent as you begin to rub your clit and slide fingers inside yourself and I move my hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair.

As you turn me on more and more, I start to pull your head towards me, using my hands to force myself into your mouth. My whole body sways as I start to fuck your mouth, and I start to tell you again how much you turn me on, and how much I love you being my kinky little slut. You moan constantly as your fingers become frenzied on your pussy, and my cock continues to fuck your open mouth. On a couple of occasions my cock slips out of you, and I slap it against your face, as you hungrily search for it again with your lips.

After a few more minutes I tell you I am going to cum, and pull my cock from your mouth. As it leaves your lips, I start to cum. I moan as I cum so hard after your actions have driven me so wild. Lines of cum cover your face, are in your hair, and drip down onto your breasts. I use my hand to squeeze the last drops to the head of my cock and push it back into your mouth, feeling your tongue lick the last traces off me.

I take a few paces back from you and look at you with my cum on your face, more of it dripping down onto your body. One of your hands continue to roam your body, rubbing my cum over your breasts, rubbing it in to your skin, whilst the other carries on playing with your clit.

I cross to the table and pick up a few things, then come back to you, lift you to your feet and lead you to the bed. I lie you down on your back with your knees at the edge of the bed, and the rest of your legs hanging. I kneel on the floor and push your legs apart and lower my mouth to your pussy, tasting you properly for the first time.

I want to tease you and make you beg for my touch, but can sense how worked up you have already made yourself. I use my fingers to open your pussy lips and my tongue snakes inside you, as deep as it can go. Again and again my tongue delves into your pussy, covering my lips and mouth with your juices which taste so good. Every few moments I move my tongue to your clit, circling around it, before flicking over it and running it between my lips.

Using my hands I lift your legs so they are over my shoulders, exposing your pussy and arse to me more. As two of my fingers replace my tongue in your pussy, my tongue moves further down, running along the length of your lips, down to the area between your pussy and your arse. I feel you shudder as my tongue swirls around your most private place, and I continue to touch you there with my tongue.

I reach down to pick up one of the items I collected earlier, and you hear the hum of a vibrator start up. I place the tip of it directly on your clit and hold it there, not letting it be moved off as you begin to grind your hips against my mouth which is now back on your pussy.

As I hold the vibrator on your clit, and again explore your pussy with my probing tongue, I feel your hands on the back of my head, pushing me against your more. The fingers that are still soaked with your pussy juice, move to your arse, and very slowly but firmly start to enter you there too. I hear you telling me that you are going to cum, before I feel your body spasm, and your legs lock around my head and neck. I keep my fingers in your arse as you cum, but keep my tongue still and take the vibrator away, waiting for your orgasm to subside.

When I feel you relax, I tenderly kiss your flooded pussy, before I lift you further on to the bed, where I gaze at you lying there naked, beautiful, breathless and flushed. I move onto the bed, and lay behind you, holding you, my now hard cock pressing against you, eager but patient, ready for more.



Submissive Beth Ch. 1



During the first hour of our drive back from Philadelphia to my home on the Jersey shore, Beth was totally silent. She wore a blue denim skirt, no stockings, a bright red pull-over with a gold Seton Hall University emblem on the front, and sneakers without socks. From the way her nipples protruded nicely into the pull-over, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Perhaps 15 minutes into the trip, without a word, she threw the sneakers into the back seat. Ignoring me totally, she curled her feet under her buttocks and put on the same, sullen look she had started out with. I sensed her mind was buzzing like a bee in a bottle. I also knew she would have to come out of this on her own.

Finally, after almost an hour, she quietly spoke. "David, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Why did I like being dominated this weekend?"

"Did you really like it, or are you saying that because you feel guilty about what you did?"

She turned pensive for a moment. "No, I really did get into it, David. It's like nothing I would have ever imagined. Especially of myself. It's like a light bulb went off in my head and, bang, I'm a different person. How do you explain wanting to be dominated? I was really into it. And when I came," she continued with a deep red blush, "it was like a fucking explosion. I was turned on so completely by the experience that it's just unbelievable."

"I guess there has always been a part of me that wanted to dominate someone, to control them completely. So it was a turn-on for me, as well," I said. Beth smiled. "Great minds think alike," she laughed.

"Do you think we both changed this weekend?"

Her mind searched for an answer to my question. "Yes, David, I do. Can you live with the woman you created?"

It was my turn to smile. "How can I live without her?"

"Don't answer a question with a question, you cad!"

We both laughed. She was finally out of her mood.

The rest of the trip was spent in small talk. A few times, she let her skirt ride pretty well up her fleshy thighs, but being shy about a trucker looking into the car, she quickly rearranged it, offering me only maddeningly quick but delightfully sexy "beaver shots" of her panty-clad crotch, being sure to look at my eyes whenever she did to insure that her little "accidents" did not go unnoticed. We arrived at my condo around 7:00 p.m. and carried the bags in. When I carried the last bag through the door, I tossed it to the floor. I felt tired, but not exhausted. Beth was in the kitchen, fetching lemonades for us. I moved to the living and sat down on my reclining chair. She came into the room carrying the drinks, smiling sweetly, and handed me one. She turned her back and prepared to sit on the sofa.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"Just to sit down," she said, a quizzical look on her face.

"Put the drink down and turn around," I said in a firm tone of voice.

She looked at me again, with that knowing look and sexy smile on her face. She placed the drink on the coffee table and turned to face me. Her mouth was opened slightly. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the windy ride in my car. The dark blue sweater was much too loose to do anything for her breasts. Her legs were pale, almost white, but pleasantly slender and graceful. She carried herself well for "older" woman of 28.

I looked straight into her eyes and said, "Take off your sweater," in a soft but commanding voice.

She looked back at me for a quick moment, somewhat startled, searching my eyes for the sincerity of my command. When she realized I was perfectly serious, her visage changed completely. She seemed to turn from a friendly, happy-go-lucky young woman into one who wants nothing more than to be dominated completely by her Master. 

"You mean, here, in front of you, just like that?" Her questioning voice belied her deepest desires to do exactly what I had commanded, to do anything that I commanded.

"Just like that...." I replied softly, gesturing with an upturned palm in the direction of the bulky sweater.

She shrugged her shoulders, as if my request was no big deal, grasped the bottom of the sweater, and drew it up, over her head, catching it slightly in her hair before tossing it nonchalantly on a vacant chair. Her white cotton bra was too plain for my tastes, though the tenseness of her nipples was already apparent through the thin gauze. Later, we would go shopping and I would buy her the sexiest underthings I could find. Once done, she looked at me, not straight on, but sort of out of the corner of her eye with her head slightly cocked.

"I'll hold your bra for you," I said matter-of-factly.

She blinked her eyes once, then, still eyeing me from the side, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She made no attempt to cover herself up as her girlish breasts sprung free from their confinement and the bra straps glided silently down her arms. She took two steps forward and, bending slightly at the waist, handed me the cotton garment, her face blushing just slightly. I took the bra from her with my left hand while I grasped her wrist with my right hand, preventing her from straightening up.

"There is nothing that you won't do for me--nothing at all," I said, gripping her wrist tightly, looking straight into her soft, brown, delightfully expressive eyes. Her eyes searched mine for a brief moment. "I know," she whispered, ending her words with her mouth open in an inviting 'O'.

She was mine so completely it almost unnerved me. "Go to the corner of the room and raise your skirt up to your waist," I commanded, letting go of her wrist. 

She strolled, half-naked, to the corner I had pointed to and did as I had told her, gathering the blue denim in her hands and exposing the silky-white panties I had told her to wear that morning. I let her stay like that, facing the corner, for a good five minutes while I studied the smooth curves of her ass, the tightly clinging undies, and long, sleek, creamy-smooth whiteness of her subtly parted legs. Without my telling her, she seemed to understand that she must remain thus, without speaking, without a word of protest, until I deemed it differently. To imbed this unspoken requirement in her mind, I moved about the room as if she weren't there, leaving her standing there like a little schoolgirl being punished.

Finally, I moved behind her, close enough to kiss her soft, brown hair, but didn't touch her. "Have you been a bad little girl?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"What have you done, Beth?"

"I let Bill take me while you were shopping," she replied with an obvious shiver from head to toe.

"You let him put his cock in something that was rightfully mine, didn't you?"

"Yes," she said, half-sobbing.

"Would you have let him shove his cock in your ass if he had asked you to?"

"Please... don't make me answer."

"Would you have sucked his cock?" I persisted.

"Please, David.... I...."

Wanting to hurt her just enough to make my point, I reached around and grasped her left breast with one hand, flattening it against her chest as she gasped out loud. I then located the turgid nipple with my thumb and index finger, squeezed the protuberance until Beth cried in pain, then pulled it outward from her breast, stretching it to its limit as she cocked her head back into the cradle of my neck and moaned in agony and pleasure.

"Bad girls must be punished!" I exclaimed, still holding the nipple tightly, while I palmed her panty-clad ass with my free hand as she continued to hold her skirt up all the way to her waist. I ran my hand all over the back of her silky-white undies, squeezing the firm fleshiness beneath. Her buns were warm and tight and felt glorious to the touch. She gasped when I shoved my hand inside the garment and grabbed a solid hunk of her behind. She pressed her ass back toward me, saying, without words, how much she desired to be punished for her transgressions of the weekend.

I released her nipple from its confinement, letting it snap back into place, withdrew my hand from inside her panties, then knelt behind her, my face only inches from her delectable buns. I planted a kiss on each sweet cheek, over the soft panty-tops, then eased my fingers into the elastic top of the undies and slowly drew them down, exposing the perfectly divided split pumpkin, creamy smooth in texture and alabaster-white in appearance, full and rounded, seeming to be begging for release by whip or strap. Her flimsy panties remained encircled around her thighs as I returned to her luscious cheeks, this time with two hands, and kneaded the soon to be defiled flesh with my fingertips. 

Beth's moans conceded her state of arousal. She was putty in my hands now, and I shaped the halves of the twin spheres to my liking, pushing the flesh outward, upward, side to side, prying the cheeks apart from time to time to expose the pink rosebud, so tiny and hidden that I remained awed by my earlier penetration of it. I took my time and examined every inch of the fleshy globes, studied the anal button until its vision became locked in my mind. 

As I stared at her behind, I said, "Your ass was made to be whipped! It's perfect, you know. Would you like that, Beth?" 

"YES!" she blurted, pushing the buns back toward me in an open invitation to have at them. "Oh, David, I need to be whipped! I need it so bad! I've been such a bad girl."

"Don't move--I'll be right back."

In the dim light of the early evening I went into the woods behind my condo and found what I believed to be the perfect pacifier--a long, thin freshly cut birch rod, about three feet long and a quarter-inch thick. I wanted something that would sting like the devil and remain etched in her memory from this time forward. I didn't intend to cut or mark her in any way, but I knew I could wield the birch in such a manner as to make her remember this evening forever. "Thin is cruel," I had once read in a book about flagellation, "but only if it is done with malice."

Returning to the condo, I found Beth exactly where I had left her, standing in the corner, skirt raised to her waist, panties lowered to her thighs, completely naked from the waist up. She was smart enough not to turn her head and look at me. Later, when our relationship deepened, I would learn to soak the birch rods in oil before using them on her, intensifying their sting tenfold. Tonight, I would lead her slowly down paths she had never dreamed of. "I want all of your clothes off. When I whip you from now on you will always be naked. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

It sounded odd to hear her call me "Master," but that's exactly what I was--her MASTER. She was my little slave! I have never asked her where she picked up the term. I surmise in a book somewhere and it stuck with her. It didn't matter, I watched her stand in the corner, shed her skirt, lower her panties the rest of the way down her legs, and dutifully clasp her hands behind her back. Having finished, she put her cute pug nose back into the corner and waited for my next move. "Open your legs more!" I ordered. "It's more becoming of your nudity."

The parted legs revealed the brown curls of her bush near the top of her legs, just below the crack of her ass. She looked so vulnerable, so sexy! I made her stay like that for the better part of half an hour while I did nothing but stare at her fragility from the serenity of my easy chair. She seemed almost too fragile to apply the cruel birch rod to. Finally, it was she who broke the icy silence. "David, are you going to whip me?" she asked, her tone revealing a little impatience with me. "In time," I said softly, moving closer to her and running the lower half of the birch rod between the supple cheeks of her ass, splitting the halves of the pumpkin with it.

"Oh!" she cried softly, startled by the thinness of the wood.

"Shhh, it's a birch rod," I whispered in her ear. "Are you sure you want to be whipped?"

"It will hurt?" she asked.

"More than you might imagine," I replied in all honesty.

"You will stop if I ask?"

"You know I will. But I don't think you'll ask." I continued running the birch rod up and down, inside the dividing crevice of her ass cheeks. She pressed her behind into the rod, invitingly. "I think you're right, David. I really want to be whipped. I can't explain it. There's something inside me..."

"We shall see," I interrupted. "Open your mouth."

"Why?"

I touched the top of her shoulder with my fingertips and whispered into her ear. "I am going to have to gag you for this. I don't want the neighbors calling the cops." "How do I tell you to stop if it hurts too much?"

"Just shake your head back and forth. I'll stop. Do you trust me?"

She turned her head back in my direction, looked at me for a moment, and then, instead of answering, she merely closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept the gag. I had nothing to use save the panties she had just shed, but they served the purpose well. I stuffed them well into her mouth, crotch first, so she might taste her own juices on the silky material. I then brought her to the edge of the sofa, her hands still clasped behind her back, and had her place her tummy over it. The position offered her ass to me in all its glory. 

Beth was a true submissive, every man's dream. She had complete trust in me and I knew I could never leave her permanently marked or scarred. I was capable of playing mind-games with her, but her body, outwardly, would remain inviolate. It was too beautiful to mark--her firm, full buttocks were twin spheres of gorgeous, alabaster flesh, perfectly rounded in just the right places, a pleasure to touch or view. Her breasts were not large by any means, but they were capped by coral-colored, thick, pointed nipples that extended outward in their hardened state and were, I would find out soon enough, wonderfully sensitive to pain stimuli, so much so, in fact, that she would often place nipple-clips on them before one of our "sessions" so as to enhance their sensitivity. I drew the birch rod over Beth's proffered buns and ran it back and forth, like a violin bow, for several moments, toying with her nerve endings and building her anticipation of what was about to happen. Her forehead was buried in the sofa cushion, with the silky-white panties sticking out of the corners of her mouth. I lifted the rod several inches away from the globes and held it there, watching Beth clench her ass cheeks in anticipation of my first lash. Instead, I laid the rod back across her behind and, as I pressed it slightly into the pale skin, began moving it slowly in a path from the top of her ass to the middle of her thighs, teasing the nerve endings while delegating without words the boundaries the rod might enjoy.

"Open your legs more!" I ordered, then watched her labia part stickily between them. 

Her delicately hued, pink-colored vaginal entrance was filled with transparent juices, with a few of the hairs that had been surrounding the opening sporting tiny gobs of off-white "cum-drops". Her toes barely touched the carpet. Her legs were sleek and well-proportioned. Her back was already warm with a thin veneer of glistening perspiration. Her breathing was slightly tremulous, a sign of her anticipation.

I merely flicked my wrist for the first stroke which landed right in the middle of her buttocks with a louder-than-it-hurt crack of the thin wood against the supple flesh, rippling the skin only slightly and bringing but a quietly muffled "MMMFFFFF" from behind Beth's panty-gag. A thin, slightly pink line appeared almost immediately where the bow had stuck the violin. Her toes were curled now as they pressed harder into the carpet.

Buoyed by Beth's stoic acceptance of her first taste of the rod, I reached back and flicked the pain-giver three times in rapid succession, each of them with the same intensity, but all of them just a bit harder than the first. I was careful to apply each stroke one below the other. Having offered the last little cut, I stopped to take in Beth's reaction. This time she made absolutely no sound, to my surprise, but with each lovely ripple of her ass cheeks she drove her curled toes into the carpet in quick, staccato movements, her little way of trying to fend off the increasing pain in her snow-capped buttocks.

I ran my fingertips over the light-colored stripes that I had just placed on her voluptuous backside. Her skin was warm to the touch; she shivered slightly at the tinge of gentleness. "Oh how your ass was made to be whipped!" I exclaimed as I traced one thin line from side to side with my index finger.

Her breathing was becoming a bit more labored now, with pronounced exhalations through her chest and nostrils. I pried the lower half of the cheeks apart, exposing the anal ring, and touched the crinkled opening lightly with the tip of the birch rod. "MMM.....MMM!" whimpered Beth behind the gag, afraid that I might penetrate the tiny orifice with the thin wood. Instead, I let the cheeks bounce back to normalcy, as I withdrew the rod from the doorway, making a mental note that I would once again test the unbelievable resiliency of the opening with my cock later in the evening.

With my left palm resting right at the crest of her buttocks, just over the top of the crack of her ass, I drove the birch rod across the tender flesh with a loud crack, followed immediately by an agonizing, softly muffled shriek from deep within Beth's throat. At the same time, she raised both feet off the floor and flailed them in the air for several seconds. It was obvious that this stroke had been a real "stinger." 

When she shook her head from side to side, in consonance with her toes, I thought she was telling me to stop. "Too hard?" I asked as I reached back and pulled the panties out of her mouth so I could hear her reply.

"NO!" she blurted as she panted loudly. "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" she cried, still flailing her legs. "But please don't stop. I can feel it building deep inside me, David." She breathed heavily. 

I sought to return the panties to her mouth. "No, please," she begged, "I want you to hear me after you whip me. Can you do it a bit harder?"

"Suit yourself. Just remember the neighbors." I reached further back this time, goaded by her desire to feel even more pain, and drove the birch rod smartly into the area where her lower ass cheeks met the top of her thighs, an area I knew to be more sensitive to pain stimuli. I was right. She let out a long, agonizing howl, fortunately into the sofa cushion, and flailed her legs again, her heels actually kicking her own buttocks in the process. Beth's scream lasted a good ten seconds, punctuated by gasps for breath, followed (incredibly!) by, "Oh, YES! That's good. It hurts so good! Give me more, Master!"

The thin, red streak that covered each side of her lower buttocks looked as painful as it must have felt. It welted almost immediately, testifying to the intensity of the stroke. How could she want more? Where was her limit? Was there a limit? If there was, I needed to test it, and she was begging me to do so. So, without warning, I gave her four well-aimed lashes, all of them bitingly harsh, in quick succession, without pausing, each being delivered to a different area of her upturned ass. To my amazement, she made absolutely no sound until the last stroke was delivered, with an extra fierceness. To the contrary, with each lash she seemed to raise her behind higher in an effort to accept the searing pain. With the final lash, she let out with a long "AHHHHHHHH!" that I knew at once was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her orgasm was unmistakable. Her entire body spasmed, her wide-spread legs quivered uncontrollably, and her hips undulated up and down on top of the soft arm of the sofa as wave after wave of agony and joy coursed through her ravaged body.




Submissive Beth Ch. 1



It took her the best part of ten minutes to come down from her pain-induced high. She remained almost motionless throughout the orgasm, save for an occasional "twitch" of her thighs or abdomen as the after-shocks diminished in intensity. The sofa would remain stained forever with her copiously flowing cuntal juices, and there would be times later when I would have her return to this position and make her add more of her excretions to the stain. Neither of us ever mentioned the obvious damage to the sofa, but I didn't mind, and just the sight of it would conjure up such sweet memories that I accepted it as a hazard of our life style. I sat on the sofa, next to her, as she slowly returned to normalcy. She looked up at me, smiled coyly, then slithered her nakedness into my arms, nestling her head in the crook of my neck. I kissed the hair atop her head as she curled into a fetal-like position, my hand resting lazily on her hip. "Well, what do you think?" I whispered.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I thought it would never stop. My buns are still tingling. Do you have any idea how much that damn birch rod hurts, Mr. Henderson?"

"I can only imagine. But why did you keep asking me to do it harder if it hurt so much."

She brought her hand to my cheek, lovingly caressing it with her fingertips. "Because it hurt so good," she replied. "Such pleasure in pain, it's unbelievable, David." I ran my hand from hip to her back, which still glistened from her perspiration, and scratched it gently. She purred like a kitten with each soft touch. "The strange thing is that I enjoyed doing it to you as much as you liked having it done."

"But you didn't come, and I did."

"I'm saving it," I whispered with a broad smile she couldn't see, but felt.

Boldly, she ran her hand between our clasped bodies and found the semi-erect tool well ensconced in my pants. She squeezed it playfully. "I want it so bad, David." Her words were enough to make the organ stir. "Can I suck it--please?" she begged.

Who was I to say "no" to having my cock sucked? I didn't have to reply. She lifted herself off of me far enough to get at the belt of my pants, then deftly undid it (with one hand, no less) and drew the zipper down. I lifted my hips from the sofa and allowed her to pull the pants all the way off, then followed by my underpants. My cock, now growing, sprang free. I watched the top of Beth's head slide down my body until it came to rest upon my thighs, where she had a bird's eye view of my almost tumescent member.

"I like it when it gets hard in my mouth," she whispered softly as she grasped the shaft and drew it to the "O" of her parted lips. I closed my eyes as she blithely took me in her mouth, coating me with copious amounts of her saliva and licking the glans before beginning a gentle sucking action that drew her cheeks inward. Almost instantly I became rock hard as she moved her head and back and forth, taking me deeper inside her warmth until I felt the cockhead ram the back of her throat. She breathed through her nostrils, took a gulp, then took me in all the way, deep-throating me as her lips chewed at the base of my shaft, mingling with my pubic hair.

"Mmm, I like that," I said huskily.

Beth garbled something unintelligible over my well-sheathed member, then sucked me some more. She brought her fingernails into play soon thereafter, lightly scraping my testicles with one purpose in mind--to give me the feeling that her only desire was to make me come inside her mouth. I knew she would never take her lips from my cock until I had spilled my seed deep into her throat. I began bucking my hips in tune with her rising and falling head, which she shook from side to side every once in a while just to alter the exquisite feelings she was providing. I held my hand on top of head, though it needed no guidance, and opened my eyes to watch my sword move back and forth between her rose-petal soft lips. 

I felt the first wave of my orgasm at the base of my cock, pushed her head all the way down on me, then let my seed blast forth like cannon fodder, emptying myself in her throat. She swallowed every drop, gulping down the cascading sperm like candy, never lifting her head until she was sure I had no more to give her. Then, and only then, did she take her lips away, looking up at me with her puppy-dog eyes, smiling sheepishly, like the fox who had just stole the hen house.

She licked her lips, as if searching for more jism. "Feel better?" she smiled.

"You're insatiable," I said. "Is there anything you won't do for this tired old man?"

Beth laughed. "Yes. I won't let you get away. I could never get tired of sucking your cock, or letting you fuck me, or having you whip me. Whatever you want, David, it's yours for the taking. You don't even have to ask."

She moved up my body and curled up again, her ribs resting on my genital area. I cupped her breast, gently, and we slept like that till morning. When I awoke the first light of day had already broken through the venetian blinds, filtering its shadows on the carpet in front of me. Beth was nowhere to be seen. I listened, then heard the sound of running water in the kitchen. I stood up, suddenly aware that I was naked save for my shirt, and strolled toward the area of the noise. Beth was standing in front of the sink, already having donned one of my t-shirts which failed to completely cover her naked posterior. The thin crack of her ass looked inviting and sexy below the bottom of the shirt. She turned, sensing my presence. The scene was almost comic--she immediately caught sight of my flaccid cock and I stared straight at the light-brown hairs which adorned her lower abdomen. She shrieked, as if scared, and reflexively pulled the bottom of the t-shirt over the pussy hairs, an act which only served to stretch the top of the shirt over her breasts, highlighting her seemingly always erect nipples.

Her face was flushed. "Oh, you scared me!" she said breathlessly, still staring unabashedly at my hanging cock and balls. In the same reflexive gesture, I covered myself up with my hand, though for the life of me, I don't know why. What did I have to hide from her, she had only a few hours ago sucked the damn thing dry? "What are you doing, babes?" 

"I was just making some coffee," she said, obviously recovering from her sudden scare. "Do you always walk around the house half-naked?" I smiled. "Only when someone else is similarly situated."

She looked down at the t-shirt and realized the absurdity of her remark. "Oh, David, get your ass over here."

I walked to her and she casually threw her arms around me. We embraced, our bodies slowly moving closer and closer together. Her nipples felt like hard pebbles against my chest. My cock, still unstirring, pressed against her upper thigh; her pubic hairs, soft and warm, nestled against my thigh. My arms went under the back of the t-shirt. We kissed, briefly at first, before she politely broke the kiss, and said, with a perfectly serious look on her face, "Mmm, I didn't recognize you at first without a hard-on."

I laughed. "It's at parade rest."

"Ready to be called to attention at a moment's notice, I presume," she smiled, pressing her thigh suggestively into the softness of my manhood.

"We haven't even had a cup of coffee and you're trying to get me going again," I protested, but only half-heartedly.

She giggled. "So you need a cup of coffee to get you going, huh?"

"I just have to look at your sexy little body and I'm half-way there," I whispered, bring my face toward hers with lips at the ready. She accepted the offer, kissing me with more passion this time, grinding her lips slowly against mine and insinuating her tongue into the juncture to punctuate her ardor. My cock stirred immediately against her leg and she smiled through the kiss as soon as she felt its growing hardness. I jammed my tongue into her mouth and her fingernails raked across my back, digging deeply into the skin.

This time I broke the kiss. "Horny little thing, aren't you?" I smiled.

Her face spoke of her lust. She swallowed some of the juices I had deposited in her mouth. I reached for the bottom of the t-shirt and whisked it over it head in one smooth motion. In that one, quick instant she was naked as a jaybird, slightly red-faced, mouth agape, staring into my eyes with a fiery passion. She reached down between us and grasped my now fully erect manhood.

"I dreamed of this big monster last night," she husked, slowly moving her hand up and down the shaft, milking it.

"A nightmare, huh?"

She took a deep breath. "Oh, David, even in my dreams you fucked the hell out of me! I can't get away from you." Quickly, she undid my shirt buttons, her hands shaking slightly, before pulling it off. The both of us stood naked, in the middle of my kitchen, looking at each other's bodies for what seemed like a long time before we embraced again. I was not embarrassed at all by my telltale erection.

"Now I'm ready for my coffee," I said, holding onto Beth tightly without kissing her.

"Excuse me?"

"I always have a cup of coffee in the morning before engaging in sexual pursuits," I said with a broad smile.

"Your serious?" she asked, feeling my stiff manhood pressing against the sweet softness of her abdomen, her pubic hairs now mingling with my testicles.

"Would you mind? It will really wake me up."

She pouted. "You do mean it, you monster. You're ready and I'm ready," she said, punctuating her remark by pressing her abdomen firmly against my hardness, "and you want a damn cup of coffee!"

She really did seem upset, but she had to learn that it was I who was in complete control of the situation--at all times. Yes, she had her needs, and I would fulfill them better than they had even been fulfilled, but it would be on my terms, in my way. I broke the embrace, strolled to the table, and sat down, my skyward-pointing cockhead brushing against the tablecloth. Beth looked at, almost dumbfounded, a rather exasperated look on her flushed face.

"With cream and sugar," I said with wry half-smile.

She looked so damn sexy in her nakedness, her skin white and smooth, her girlish but firm breasts capped by her ever-hard thick, oh-so-suckable nipples; her curly-haired bush, neatly cropped, elegantly adorning her lower abdomen; her sleek, supple legs slightly parted; her hands at her sides, twidgeting nervously. She stared at me for a moment, her child-like, dark-brown, puppy-dog eyes, her most expressive feature, showing a mixture of anger, which she was trying hard to keep repressed, and innate submissiveness, which was written all over her face.

Without a word, she turned and continued filling the coffee pot, a job she had only begun before I interrupted her. There was a thin veneer of perspiration just above her delectable buttocks, on her lower back. For the next ten minutes, I watched her move about the kitchen, naked and lovely, acting just a little huffy, not trying to hide the fact that she felt miffed about being rebuffed. When she placed the cup of coffee on the table in front of me, she refused to look at me. This wasn't the sort of submissiveness I expected of her.

"Beth, go to the living room and bring me back the leather belt from my pants." From the tone of my voice and the nature of my instructions, my intentions were obvious.

She cast an understanding glance in my direction, then turned on her heels and disappeared out the door, her ass cheeks bobbing slightly as she walked. When she returned, nervously holding the belt, folded, in her hands, her visage was entirely different. Gone from her eyes and face was that look of defiance. It was replaced by that now familiar aspect of total submission. Her face was completely flushed as she demurely handed me the device she already knew to have a special, intended purpose. I nonchalantly took my fourth sip of my morning coffee, so thoughtfully prepared by this stark-naked, beautiful woman who, in one wild weekend, had discovered her being while showing me mine.

I placed the belt on the table, where she could see it, and took another sip of coffee. I placed the cup in the saucer, then looked at Beth. "In this house, I am in charge." My voice was firm. She sensed the seriousness of the situation. No, this wasn't a game, this was our reality.

Nervously, she bit her lower lip. "Yes," she said softly, lowering her head and closing her eyes.

"Sexual pleasures, when I permit you to have them, will be at my whim, on my terms, when you are deserving, and only then. Do you understand?"

She gulped, then nodded softly in affirmation. Her hands were back at her side, twidgeting once more. 

"Turn around," I ordered.

Casting a furtive but telling glance in my direction, she quickly spun on her heels turned her back to me. I wanted to bend over and kiss her gorgeous ass cheeks, so round and smooth and perfect, but she had to be punished. The defiance that she had exhibited had to be taken from her from this point forward. "Bend over and grasp your ankles with hands," I commanded, then watched her perform the act which forced her to spread her feet well apart in order to maintain balance. Not only was her behind presented perfectly by her awkward position, the entire length of her hairy crotch, the labia parted like rose petals to show her pink gash, was on display in all its glory. To cap it off, her tiny, pinkish-brown, crinkled anus was well exposed between her opened ass cheeks. The sight kept my erection at its fullest.

I made her stay like that, the blood rushing to her lowered head, while I blithely finished my cup of coffee, then turned in my seat until I was directly behind her, my cockhead pointing upward about three feet behind her widely spread legs. I could have taken her then and there, anally or vaginally, and my statement would have been made, but I knew the lesson would only be learned, the correction properly made, by the application of corporal punishment, which she truly desired at this moment even more than penetration of one of her body openings.

The pungent, thick womanly smell emanating from between her legs, and the tell-tale moistness surrounding her vaginal entrance was ample evidence that just the anticipation of punishment was enough to get her going. I slid the chair forward slightly, scraping it on the linoleum floor, to gain a more advantageous position over my submissive lover, and her body shuddered slightly with the knowledge that the time of reckoning was near.

I doubled the inch-wide belt in my hand, its metal clasp digging into my palm, and said, "Don't move. Hold your ankles tight," before raising the instrument of punishment and delivering it soundly, from directly above her naked ass, with a loud resounding crack as the leather bit into the creamy-white flesh. 

"AHHHHH!" she cried, feeling the first blush of searing pain upon her right buttock. Her body lurched forward ever so slightly, but she maintained her balance. I let her wait a moment for the next blow, her buttocks twitching slightly in anticipation, not wanting her to know when or where to expect it. Finally, I let her have another one, this one a bit more sharp than the first, on the same cheek, but a bit more toward her right hip, with the cruel belt swung in such a fashion as to come more from the side than the top. 

She gasped loudly in pain, the shock of receiving a lash where she wasn't expecting it, inhaled deeply, then let out with an almost blaring, pain-admitting "OHHH!" I waited again, letting the pain simmer slightly, before delivering the third stroke, which, like the first, was brought directly down from above her buttocks, this time on the left side, with about the same intensity as the second one. I had made Beth assume the ankle-grasping position with a specific purpose in mind--to stretch her skin tightly across her ass and thereby increase the severity of the pain. My method worked to perfection; I watched the taut cheeks ripple only slightly as her "AHHH'S" and "OHHH'S" became longer and louder, her breathing more ragged, and lovely ass cheeks more and more reddened from the onslaught.

Over the next ten or fifteen minutes, I delivered at least ten or twelve more hard lashes to her beleaguered behind, ignoring her pleas for mercy, which she meant for effect only, and Beth accepted them all with a growing understanding that I would tolerate no more of her insolence, that any misbehavior on her part would meet with punishment accordingly. The juices streaking down the insides of her thighs, something I had not seen her do heretofore, flowing copiously from her vagina, were the best evidence that the extreme pain she was graciously accepting was as much of a turn-on for her as it was for me.

I placed the belt back on the table, then slid the chair forward again, until my legs were between hers with my sword ready to be sheathed directly beneath her gaping vagina. I placed my hands on her hips, now coated with sweat, and gently pushed them downward. Without a word, Beth raised herself up slightly, her body still bent forward and her well-reddened ass, lightly streaked ass brushing against my lower chest, and lowered herself onto my erection. My cock slammed into her hot, steaming cunt with one quick jolt, to the hilt, as her ass crushed against my abdomen.

The act was the quickest fuck I can ever remember. I came almost as soon as my cockhead bumped against her cervix, and I spurted forth so much pent-up cum that I thought it would never stop gushing. To my surprise, Beth came too, her cries of pleasure almost as vocal as her earlier shrieks of pain. 

It wasn't over quite yet, however. After coming down from her high, Beth raised herself off of my still erect manhood and turned to face me. Keeping her legs wide open, she moved forward until her crotch was above my cock again, then lowered her pussy until we were sheathed once more. Her pubic hairs mingled with mine; the cheeks of well-warmed ass rested atop my thighs. We embraced, her unbelievably hard nipples digging into my chest. 

She cocked her head sexily, a contagious smile broadening across her face. "Wow," she whispered into my ear, "I guess I'll be a good girl from now on." Her pussy was as hot as I'd ever felt it, and as wet as a lake. "I guess you will," I said, returning her smile.

She moved her head back so she could see me eyes. "You didn't hold back," she said, an obvious reference to the force of the whipping I had just delivered.

"No, I didn't. Did you want me to?"

She smiled again, the answer to my question readily apparent in her eyes. She was pensive for a moment, then said, "You could have whipped the insides of my thighs... or even between my legs. That would have really taught me a lesson!"

I looked at her in disbelief. This was more than a suggestion that her submission was showing no limits, it was an open invitation for more extreme punishments. "There will be other times," I said.

"When you won't hold back." Her eyes spoke of her seriousness, of her complete submissiveness.

"No, I promise--I won't hold back."

"Good," she smiled, pressing her crotch harder against me, planting my shaft even deeper inside her, brushing against her cervix once more. "Now then... would you like another cup of coffee?"

CHAPTER TWO



I made rules that expected Beth to follow without question--

She must never close her legs when sitting; her knees shall always be parted to permit views up her skirt, by anyone who wanted to look. When riding in the car, she was required to raise her skirt sufficiently to allow her to place her buttocks on the cool leather seat. She must never masturbate without permission; conversely, she would masturbate, upon my command, until I gave her permission to stop. Unless told otherwise, she must sleep with a butt plug inside her every night. In the morning, upon arising, she would withdraw the butt plug and cleanse herself with a warm, soapy enema. Her sexual openings, the three of them--mouth, cunt and ass--were to remain accessible upon my command, whenever and however I wanted.   Whenever giving me head to completion, she must always swallow my cum.




Submissive Beth Ch. 1



Beth was an avid student, not afraid to try new ways of getting off, always willing to take the sting of the lash without protesting about the intensity of her punishments. I built a trust in her. It went unspoken that I would never mark her, though I do not for one moment doubt that she would have permitted that if I so desired. I loved her lithe little body way too much to harm it to the point of leaving any permanent physical damage. 

As we both grew in our relationship, and as Beth's trust of me increased commensurately, I began collecting "toys" to enhance our sessions. My collection consisted of whips, straps, dildos of various shapes and sizes, and, when things really began to get hot and heavy, restraining devices, to include an old-fashioned stock that I made myself, a whipping post, a leather ottoman which presented her ass and pussy perfectly when she straddled it, and wrist and ankle cuffs to aid in her restraint. Please don't misunderstand me. There were many times when the sex was about as straight as it gets. In fact, more often than not, a few light spanks on her ass when we were making love was the extent of our "kinkiness" for the evening. The rest of the time, just the fact that she was required (albeit willingly) to follow the rules I had made was enough of a reminder of her submission to keep things interesting. Perhaps once a week, sometimes more often, I would lead her to the basement, which I had sound-proofed, and we would engage in our little "games" that provided us with some of our greatest moments of pleasure.

More often than not, Friday nights seemed to be the one specific time that Beth would find some reason to be brought to my little Punish Room in the basement, where she would allow me to subject her to whatever tickled my fancy. Friday nights presented an opportunity for the both of us to unwind from the workweek. With the approach of the weekend, the Pavlovian response seemed to click inside Beth's horny mind. By Thursday she had that sexy little I-can't-wait-until-tomorrow look in her eyes. I didn't need a lot of reason to escort her to the Punish Room. It was sort of fun to watch her make excuses as to why she should be brought there. By 10:00 p.m., if she wasn't trussed up with me flailing away at her naked body, she pouted. One night, shortly before 10:00, she became downright indignant, and I decided to make her pay dearly for it.

I was in the living room, watching television, pretending to be oblivious to the day or time. For some reason, Beth hadn't changed from her work dress, not even to make dinner, and the outfit she had worn to work (she's a secretary at a large corporation) was particularly appealing. She always looked sexy in red, and the skirt she was wearing was redder than red, tight without being offensively so, hemmed a few inches above the knee. The long-sleeved, white cotton blouse, with a frilly ruffle near the neck line, was a perfect match for the skirt. She alternated between wearing pantyhose or a garter belt and stockings beneath her dresses, depending on her mood I guess. Because of the tightness of the skirt, she was wearing pantyhose this particular evening.

Several times she walked between me and the television, on purpose, trying to goad me into a punishment session I'm sure, but I didn't take the bait. I almost laughed at her efforts to get brought to the Punish Room. Finally, she came into the living room and sat down, across from me, in the easy chair. At first I didn't pay much attention to her, but I glanced over and noticed that her legs were crossed instead of being opened. She was purposely violating one of the rules, and she had never done that before.

I flicked the remote control button and turned the television off. I looked at her and she stared back at me, almost defiantly. I gestured at her, palms up, as if to ask her why she was being disobedient. She turned her head away for a brief second, then looked back at me and said, "David, it's a little embarrassing to sit across from somebody with my legs open so you can see all the way up my skirt."

"It hasn't seemed to bother you before. What's the beef now? Are you asking for trouble?"

The side of her lip broke into the slightest of smiles, which she tried to stop, but couldn't. "What if you had to show off your private area every time you sat down?" she asked.

"I'm not the one who is learning about being submissive. You are. And you've been trying to make me take you to the basement all evening. It happens on my terms, Beth, not yours." 

She looked a little hurt. "You enjoy what happens down there as much as I do. There's nothing wrong with going there and doing whatever we want to do. We're mature, clear-thinking, consenting adults. It's Friday night, we always...."

"Look, dear Beth, you've already won yourself an invitation there, but when I want to go, not you."

The twinkle in her eye gave away her joy at hearing she was about to get what she wanted, but her actions were going to get her more than she had bargained for. She became serious all of a sudden. "I'm sorry, David. I really am."

"It's too late for 'sorry.' Uncross your legs." 

She placed the palm of her hand gently on her leg and did as she was told, leaving her hand resting just above her right knee. Her legs were only slightly parted, however, and my view from straight across was not what I expected, and certainly not within the confines of our established rules. 

"Open them," I said sharply, and she complied, her face blushing as if she had never done this before. I could see all the up her pantyhose-covered legs to the 'V' of her crotch. The semi-transparent, light-brown mesh of the pantyhose did not hide the fact that the panties she was wearing were a pale pastel-pink. 

I was miffed that I had to tell her to part her legs for me, and decided to let her pay for her indiscretion. "Even further than that," I ordered as I stared straight up her dress. 

Her face reddened even more, but she knew how serious I had become. She opened her legs as far the tightness of her skirt allowed, which was enough to expose the entire length of her crotch, rich in the pinkness of her panties. My eyes were glued there, in an effort to embarrass her, and my plan seemed to be working, as she nervously fidgeted in the chair.

"That won't do; your legs aren't opened nearly enough."

"David, my skirt is too tight," she meekly protested.

"Then raise it up. I want your legs wide open!"

She gave me one of those "You're really serious" looks, then raised her hips off of the cushion and moved her hands to the sides of her thighs. I watched the skirt move well past mid-thigh before she plopped back down and opened herself up for me. The view was a voyeur's delight--her sleek, light-brown meshed legs were spread before me, totally exposed. She was hunched forward slightly on the chair. My first inclination was to kneel in front of her and get a real eye-full, but decided instead to opt for an approach that would make her even madder--I turned away, grabbed the remote control, and flicked the TV back on, seemingly oblivious to the fact that a beautiful woman was only a few feet away from me with her legs spread invitingly wide.

I let her stay like that for the better part of 15 or 20 minutes, knowing that all the while she was stewing inside, while I stared at the television. Finally, I looked over at her. Her eyes and face actually looked mad, the first time I had ever seen her with such an expression. "Take off your pantyhose," I ordered.

Without a word, Beth stood up and eased her hands beneath her skirt, found the elastic top of the hose, and whisked it down her now pale legs. She sat back down and then leaned forward, lifting her feet up, and pulled the garment off of each foot before tossing it to the side. I sat forward on the sofa, looking right at her smooth, bare-skinned legs and said, firmly enough for her to understand that I expected no disobedience, "Now you can open them up again."

She gulped, then leaned back in the chair, her arms resting on top of the cushions, her skirt pulled well up, and spread her pretty gams apart once more. Their pale whiteness contrasted sharply with the well-tanned look the light-brown mesh had provided her earlier, but the effect of their paleness in contrast with the tightly-drawn, light-pink panty crotch, stirred my libido greatly. The reinforced rayon crotch stretched wide across her pussy, hiding the treasures beneath it well, except for a few light-brown curls which peeked shyly from either side. The material was stretched so tight, and her legs were splayed so wide, that the outline of her cuntal crack was plainly visible in a thin line at the center of the panty crotch. 

The lacy front of the undies made the scene all the more alluring, the pretty pink, semi-transparent, fine-meshed lace which seemed to run outward in a wide 'V' from the top of the crotch, embroidered with a flowery design, yielded a thinly-veiled view of the bushy triangle beneath. Her wide-open position was highly erotic, to say the least, perhaps all the more so because of the humiliation I am sure she was feeling from being ordered to assume it.

For the first time I also noticed that she was wearing a matching slip. It, too, was pulled up along with the skirt, a delicate band of lace, perhaps two inches wide, gracing the hem line. It was the first time I could ever recall Beth wearing a slip, and I had seen her dress and undress any number of times during the course of our relationship.

"Very pretty. I like," I husked, staring at the sexy scene before my lust-filled eyes.

Demurely, Beth closed her eyes once and turned her head a tiny bit, an expression of shyness which I had never seen in her. After all, I had come to know every inch of her body, from head to toe, even her most private areas I had explored to the fullest, yet here she was blushing because I was making her show me her undies. "Why so shy, babes?"

She smiled slightly and blushed again. "I bought the underwear as a set yesterday--panties, bra and slip. I'm not used to wearing things like this." "You look good--really good. I like you to wear sexy underthings. Come here." 

She smiled at my compliment, then noticed my erection. She closed her legs and stood up, letting her skirt fall back into place, then padded toward me on cat feet, her visage changing almost instantly to someone who was bent on pouncing me. I had her exactly where I wanted her. I made her stand sideways, between me and the coffee table, facing a full-length mirror I had long ago affixed to the wall for occasions such as this. I had learned early on in our relationship that Beth enjoyed watching herself get humiliated or punished in front of a mirror. That was the voyeur in her, I assume.

"Clasp your hands behind your head," I ordered, then watched the effect this position had on the front of her blouse. Her turgid nipples strained against thin white cotton, poking pebble-like protrusions from the material. I let her look at herself in the mirror for a few moments, contemplating her fate. I guess she assumed her correction this evening would befit her outright disobedience, and I didn't intend to disappoint her.

Sitting forward on the sofa, I reached up and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, beginning at the frilly top and working my way down. The brassiere, the sides of which unfolded before my eyes, was crafted of the same delicate material as the front of her panties, the see-through mesh and tiny flowers. Getting to the button just above her skirt top, I loosened the belt buckle in front, then pulled the blouse out of the skirt before undoing the final two buttons. I let the blouse hang limply around her waist, half-way opened in front. She took a deep breath as she stared straight ahead, her hands still clasped behind her head. I grasped the left side of the blouse and drew the material to the side, exposing the left bra cup. Her thick coral-colored nipples and the surrounding light-pink, quarter-sized areolas were easily discernible through the lace. Beth bit her lower lip as I stared up at the sexy garment.

I released the blouse, letting it drape around her hips, then placed my palms at the top of her tight red skirt, front and back, and then, applying pressure along the way, moved each hand slowly downward, feeling the crack of her split pumpkin from behind and her flat abdomen and firm pubic mound from the front. My fingers pressed deeply into the 'V' at the front juncture of her legs, locating and quickly pressing her love button just long enough to elicit a short gasp. Simultaneously, I palmed her lower ass and eased my middle finger into the divide, forcing the back of her panties into the ass-crack, brushing her anus. Then my hands continued their downward path, simultaneously pressing against the front and back of her firm, sleek legs, stopping finally when I reached the hem. She took another deep breath, exhaling loudly, as my right hand stole beneath the front hem line and my fingertips lightly touched the bare skin along the inside of her lower thigh.

"Face me," I ordered, and she turned toward me, her lips parted and her eyes now closed. Moving my head forward, I planted a light kiss on the warm skin just above her loosened belt buckle. "You've been a bad girl tonight," I said with my lips still applying pressure to her belly.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Very bad," I said, drawing my head away and looking up at her lowered head.

She opened her eyes briefly, accepting the seriousness of the look on my face, and nodded in affirmation of my statement. I brought my hands to the back of her red cotton skirt, lightly grasping the lower half of her voluptuous buns, feeling the panty line beneath. "What happens to very bad girls, Beth?" I asked. She opened her eyes again, lips pursed in sexy 'O'. She gulped. "They... they get punished severely," she said softly, her voice trailing away. Her eyes searched mine with a maybe-I-went-too-far-this-time look, but she knew it was too late for apologies. 

"If I don't exact a real good measure of punishment tonight, the next time you'll think you can get away with being disobedient."

"You won't mark me, will you?"

I shook my head. "No, but don't expect a pleasant experience, either." 

My hands moved down the back of her skirt once more, pressing into the backs of her legs, before coming to rest on the bare leg beneath the hem line. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, searching for redemption. I watched her close her eyes and cock her head back as my hands quickly shot up underneath the back of her skirt and grabbed two handfulls of her panty-clad buns, hard enough to make her gasp out loud. Her undies were silky-smooth to the touch. How I loved to feel her ass!

"Open your legs more!" I commanded, then watched her legs slide apart and stretch the skirt to its limit. Boldly, I grasped the underside of her panties and pulled the material to the side, then worked my middle finger between the lower cheeks. Despite its lack of lubrication, I pressed the fingertip against Beth's anal button and felt it break the sphincteral plane almost immediately. Her body jolted at invasion of her most private area, but she did nothing to prevent me from impaling her even more, until I was deeply ensconced in her rectal canal, pressing against the ultra-soft walls.

I toyed with her asshole for at least five minutes, while Beth moaned and tossed her head from side to side. If the feeling of having her asshole fingered hurt at first, she soon became accustomed to it and began to softly gyrate her hips in tune with my pistoning digit. Having had my fill of her deliciously tight anus, I withdrew my finger, moved my hands from beneath her skirt, and placed them on her hips, over the top of her half-opened blouse. I had her lower her arms to her side long enough for me to draw the blouse over her shoulders, then down her arms, letting it fall behind her. Quickly, I stood up and reached behind her, unclasped the bra strap, then watched as the garment slid down her arms, freeing her firm, pointed breasts. 

She clasped her hands behind her head again, without being asked, jutting her tits forward. The nipples appeared to be longer and thicker that I had ever seen them. Sitting back down on the sofa, I looked up her. "I want you pinch your nipples real hard, Beth."

She looked at me with a slightly bewildered look on her face, then brought both hands forward and grasped each nubbin between her thumb and forefinger. She was squeezing them, but not nearly tight enough. "If you don't do it right, then I will do it." She squeezed them even tighter, grimacing in pain, and I knew she wasn't acting.

"Pull them out, away from your breasts," I ordered.

Beth's face contorted in pain as she stretched both of her amazingly elastic nubbins well out from her tits, elongating the fleshy protuberances more than I would have done myself were I performing the same act on her. For effect, she even twisted the nipples in her fingers. I had the sense that this was something that she might often do to herself during masturbatory activities. She was definitely too far into it for her not to have done something like this to herself before. "Keep pulling them--hold them out well!" I ordered, then moved my hand to Beth's left hip, unbuttoned the side of her skirt, and pulled the zipper down. The material at my fingertips opened to a wide 'V' and the solid pink rayon of her delicate half-slip burst upon the scene. Reaching down, I tugged at the hem a couple of times, drawing the skirt slowly over her supple hips. Before long, the skirt fell free of its own accord in a silent circle around Beth's bare feet. Without being asked, she stepped out of the circle, kicking the skirt to the side.

The primarily solid pink half-slip, slit several inches on each side about the hem, was as pretty as I had ever seen on any woman. It was thin, almost silky in texture, clinging tightly to Beth's ass and thighs, showing off the firm abdomen perfectly. At the hem of the slip was a two-inch band of flowery lace, similar in appearance to the pretty embroidery that graced her bra and panties. She was left with just two items of clothing now--her panties and the half-slip. Beth was still pulling sharply on her nipples, the effect of which left her face contorted in pain. She was also biting her lower lip, something I had seen her do often as a way of easing her suffering whenever I worked her over in a particularly painful "session." As she took long, deep breaths, her chest heaved outward and she exhaled loudly. I sat back and watched her for at least five minutes and wondered how she could make her sensitive nipples hurt for that long and steady pace. Finally, she looked down at me, her eyes pleading. 

"Please, Master, my nipples hurt so much!" 

"Okay, you may stop. Clasp your hands behind your head." 

As she obeyed my command, releasing her now swollen nipples, her face showed an immediate sense of relief from the pain she had been giving herself. "Bend forward," I ordered, then brought my lips to each of the elongated protuberances, in turn, and soothed them with a soft suckling that at once changed her gasps from pain to pleasure.

As I suckled her nipples, I ran my hands all over the half-slip, enjoying the silky touch of the material and feeling the firm flesh of her thighs and ass beneath. I pulled the slip all the way up, over her hips, and an unmistakable waft of womanly odors, emanating from between her well-opened legs, filled my nostrils. My hand eased into the 'V' at the top of her legs, finding the panty crotch, not surprisingly, to be absolutely soaked from her vaginal secretions.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped, the dual feeling of my lips on her nipple, tonguing it lightly, and my fingers outside her pussy sending a shiver throughout her body. I toyed with panty crotch for a few delicious moments, pressing the material into the cuntal crack, locating the engorged clitoris, and fingering it gently, yielding throaty moans of pleasure from this wanton woman. She would do anything I demanded of her now, willingly. 




Submissive Beth Ch. 2



I had been in a vanilla marriage for 12 years. It dissolved not so much because my ex was so much against the BDSM scene, but because I was so much for it. When I met Beth six months ago, I almost sensed her innately submissive nature. As the recent weekend played out, her submissiveness blossomed. She was now mine completely, body and soul, and it was beautiful. I loved my ex very much, despite the divorce, but the bond that was now forming with Beth was something very special. She needed me as much as I needed her, and though our needs were at the opposite end of the spectrum, the unquestioning attachment that a submissive feels for her Master was already obvious.

Yes, Beth might "pretend" not to want to be part of whatever humiliating experience I might dream up, but her recalcitrance was all for show. "Please don't make me do that," really meant "I like being made to do that, but I also like pretending I don't." It was as simple as that. It was all part of the game, despite how serious or deep the game might become.

Downstairs was a naked woman waiting for me in a room I had built for one specific purpose—to be a place I could bring Beth and punish her for whatever indiscretion I discovered. Not that I needed an indiscretion to achieve my desired end, but it was always nice to find a reason to bring her down there.

When I opened the door to the Punish Room, Beth was standing in the center of the room, totally naked, her hands clasped behind her head, eyes closed, her heart racing beneath her heaving chest. I placed the bowl of ice cylinders behind a partition, out of her view, and moved behind her. I knew she sensed my movements, but she had no idea what I might do at any given moment. Surprise can be a big turn-on for a submissive, and Beth knew that. Her fidgeting fingers provided a tell-tale clue to her nervousness.

Without a word, I moved close enough to press the front of my pants against her beautiful ass, my erection sheathed between her split pumpkins. I reached in front and cupped her breasts in the palm of my hands, feeling their weightiness. She sighed at the touch and reflexively eased her ass closer to my hard-on. 

"Your safeword is 'mercy'," I whispered as I squeezed the pineapples hard enough to make her wince.

"Y-yes, Master," she said with a deep intake of breath.

"Do you trust me?"

"Implicitly," she replied. 

"Get the sawhorse and bring it here."

She gasped ever so slightly, but moved to the side of room as I loosened my grip on her breasts. I watched as she lifted the four-legged horse by its center bar and balanced it in her journey back to me. Her face was red as a beet. Her tits jiggled like jelly as she walked. She knew she was not permitted to look at me as she lowered the horse to the floor at my feet, then resumed her hands clasped behind the head position.

I had made the sawhorse especially for such occasions, providing a pad for her stomach (or pussy, if I required her to straddle the center bar), a waist strap to hold her in place when she was bent over it, and rings at each lower leg for securing her extremities.

I noticed tiny beads of sweat on her brow before I moved to the cupboard and located wrist and ankle straps and four short pieces of rope. Beth was looking forward, her eyes closed, as I approached her from the rear once more. 

"Reach your arms straight out," I commanded, and she immediately complied.

I affixed a strap to each wrist, being careful not to tighten it too much, then ordered her to open her legs. Kneeling behind her, I placed straps on each ankle.

I remained in a kneeling position. "Bend over the horse," I said in a stern, authoritative voice.

Beth took a deep breath, knowing only that she was about to be shackled, and moved her stomach over the padded center bar. The position presented her ass and pussy quite nicely, just the way I liked it. I used the rope to tie her ankle straps to each ring, moved to the front to do the same with her wrists, then stood and pulled the waist strap over her to prevent all but the slightest of movements. 

I loved this position, and she knew it. Not only was she immobilized, all parts of her body were available to me, especially her ass and cunt. It was a perfect position for a spanking, a whipping, a paddling, or, if the mood struck me, to fuck either of her openings. For Beth's part, she felt the humiliation of exposing herself so wantonly; from her submissive side, she was giving her body to me, offering herself totally to my whim of the moment. 

I thought of gagging her, but decided instead to use only a blindfold so I could get the full affect of whatever sounds I might evoke from her. I decided on a slapper to start the evening's festivities, and found a double leather version that had the effect of biting twice every time it struck. I ran the leather over Beth's upturned derriere, pressing hard enough against the flesh to give her an idea of the size of the instrument.

She took a deep breath, then held it, as she braced for the first blow. I drew the slapper back several inches for her alabaster flesh, and held it there for what was to Beth an excruciatingly long time. I did not want to give her the satisfaction of timing my strikes. This was to be on my terms, not hers. I slowly returned the flat part of the instrument to her backside and circled the leather over her left globe. When I sensed that she relaxed just slightly, I drew it back quickly and drove it home sharply, directly over the center of her ass. 

Her scream was more of a yelp, followed by another sharp intake of breath as the sound of leather meeting flesh echoed in her ears. I reached back again and slapped it into her posterior three times, in rapid succession, causing even louder cries of anguish. 

"You told me not to hold back, Beth."

"I know," she said. "Maybe I wish I hadn't have acted so bravely."

"Then you want me to ease up?"

There was a long, pregnant silence. The wheels were obviously turning inside her pretty little head. She finally blurted, "I didn't say that. I just wished I wasn't so brave, but I want you to do it hard."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. I can take it."

Indeed she was a brave little girl. I spent the next ten minutes reddening her ass and the backs of her thighs while Beth whimpered, cried, screamed and made unintelligible noises. She shook her head from side to side and held her breath at the sharpest of strokes before letting out room-deafening screams and wicked snorts. Knowing the nearest neighbor was far enough away, I was not afraid to let her scream away the pain in a voice as shrill as she desired.

There were a couple of times I really thought she would use the safe-word, but to her credit she didn't. She fought against her wrist and ankle restraints to no avail. Finally, I reduced the intensity of the blows and brought her down slowly. I could feel her body relax as the last few strokes were hardly more than love taps.

"You did well, Beth."

She was still breathing heavily. "Oh, did that ever hurt! My ass is on fire, David."

"I can see that. It looks so beautiful, babe."

I ran my hand over the reddened flesh to soothe her a bit. The skin was hot to the touch. 

"I need you to make love to me, David," she husked.

I laughed. "I have some more treats, first," I said. 

I went to the bowl of ice cylinders and retrieved one of the longer, thinner ones. Some of the ice had partially melted into the bowl. My chosen "treat" was about eight inches long and perhaps three-quarters of an inch in circumference. It would fit nicely in either of her available openings, but this seemed particularly suited to her asshole. 

I moved behind her, looking down at her reddened ass and feeling proud of the way she had endured her "punishment." I dried my left hand on my shirt so as not to give her a clue of what was about to happen, then knelt on one knee directly behind her. I had a perfect view of the length of her hairy crotch, some of the hairs matted from her own vaginal moisture. Using my thumb and forefinger, I pried open the lower part of her ass crease, exposing her tiny, puckered rosebud.

When I touched the slightly tapered tip of the ice cylinder against her, she gasped out loud. "What is that?" she cried.

"Shhhhh… Not to worry. Something you have never felt."

I pressed the tip of cylinder a bit harder against the nubbin and felt it slowly begin to give way. Her sounds were more like "Nggggggggg Nggggggggg" as I eased the coldness past the sphincteral plane straight into her rectum.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! David, it's so cold!" 

"You'll get used to it," I said as I watched the cylinder move deeper into her. She took almost four or five inches of it until I stopped and began to move it back and forth, fucking her with it. Each movement brought a different kind of gasp, heavier breathing, and deepening embarrassment. 

I arose, leaving the cylinder sheathed inside her. "If it falls out, I'll beat your ass raw," I said as I moved to retrieve a second cylinder, this one slightly shorter in length and definitely more thick that the first one.

I knelt once more, staring at her gaping pussy. Using my left hand to hold the first cylinder in its warm canal, I eased the second one between the pink tissues of her cunt. She screamed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH! OH, it's COLD!"" as it slowly entered her. 

With the first cylinder already beginning to melt in the warmth of Beth's rectum, I alternately fucked her with each one until her cries became non-stop echoes throughout the room. The cylinder in Beth's ass had the duplicative effect of lubricating it, and once I sensed this I knew there was only one thing to do. I pulled both cylinders out, dropped them to the floor, quickly drew my pants and underpants down, and made my first advance into Beth's waiting pussy. It was still cold in there, but the sensation was so different that it actually felt better than the normal, warmer version of the activity. 

I moved in and out for several delicious moments, then withdrew and placed the head of my cock against Beth's anus. "Yesssssssssss," she hissed as I entered the back door with more ease than I thought was possible. I shoved it home to the hilt, withdrew it halfway, then drove it deep again. The rectal walls were not quite as cold as the vaginal counterpart, but the tightness was unbelievably nice. 

Beth had a way of milking my cock with her sphincter when I took her this way, and with each thrust she found a way to squeeze me deeper into her. I was on the edge, and after just a few more anal squeezes, I planted my seed deep inside her. It was a fantastic come, better than I remembered in a long time.

When I withdrew, I leaned over and lightly kissed Beth's still reddened ass cheeks. I slowly ran my tongue over the redness, taking full licks that brought sigh after sigh from the bound beauty. 

"That was nice," I whispered.

"Yes, it was. I liked everything you did, David."

"Even the hard spanking?"

She laughed. "Yes, even the hard spanking. I don't know what was the best part of the whole session."

"The best part of the session, my dear, is knowing there is always another one…"

to be continued...



Submissive Beth Ch. 3



This is my first attempt at writing BDSM from a woman's point of view. Beth has helped me with it, so in many ways it really is Beth speaking...

David was not my first lover, of course. At 28, I had had my share of experiences. I was married for three and one-half years to a man who turned out to be a womanizer. After the divorce I moped around for several years, dating from time to time, but never really finding anyone who, shall we say, could float my boat. That's when David walked into my life. Recently divorced himself, I was scared that both of us were merely seeking companionship "on the rebound." 

We hit it off nicely from the very beginning. David was caring and thoughtful. Not a pretentious bone in his body. Nor was he pushy. We had three dates before he even kissed me. He was a world-class kisser, and that alone drew me toward him. I had always hated guys whose first kiss was a tonguey intrusion of my mouth. David was just the opposite. His kiss was soft, but he pursued my lips with a growing firmness that spoke, without words, of a passion beneath his somewhat shy exterior. He wasn't grabby either. His first sexual touch, I think it was on the fifth date, amounted to no more than an "accidental" brush of his hand across the front of my breast. That had always been a turn-on for me, and when I moaned just loud enough for him to hear following the "accident," he needed no more signs that I was a willing partner.

For months our sex was pure "vanilla," but it was enjoyable simply because David was such a caring lover. My sexual needs seemed more important to him than his own. His foreplay often lasted for almost an hour, and by the time we were naked and ready, I was so hot (and wet) that I often came within minutes of his entry. He had such delightfully soft touches that I melted just by being next to him and feeling his fingers lightly brush across my brow. I loved the way he gently scratched the top of my thigh over my skirt or pants while we watched television. Maybe the thing I liked most about him was his pure stamina—a half hour into our love-making he was still engrossed in his pursuits and seeking more. More than once we made love for over an hour and I was rewarded by multiple orgasms that brought the proverbial stars before my eyes.

We discussed sex often. I have always felt that communication is vital to any relationship. Only in passing did he even mention his feelings about BDSM. When I confided to him sometime later that I had been turned on by the "Beauty" series of S&M, literature, his interest perked.

"That surprises me," he said.

"That I was turned on by men and women being severely punished?" I asked.

"Yes. It just doesn't seem to be part of your nature."

I looked at him coyly. "There are probably a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Nor you about me," he laughed. "You might be surprised to learn that I had a Dom/sub relationship with someone for almost three years, before I married Bonnie."

His confession just about stunned me. Mr. "Gentle" was into BDSM? At first I thought he was kidding. "I suppose you chained your lover to the bed every night and whipped her to tears," I laughed.

"I'm serious, Beth. Her name was Susan. I met her at a party in Manhattan. She was drunk as a skunk, but I took her home anyway. Since I don't like fucking anyone who is even slightly inebriated, I let her sleep it off. The next morning, sporting a terrific hangover, she told me she liked to be spanked. In fact, she insisted that I give her a good hard spanking before breakfast. I gave her a few love taps, and she called me a wimp. So I did it harder. The harder I did it, the more she liked it. Obviously, she was not inexperienced in that sort of endeavor. Before long she taught me everything she knew about BDSM."

I must have looked totally shocked. "Did you ever whip her?"

David laughed out loud. "That was probably the least I ever did to her."

Holy shit. He was serious. And, strangely, he had just perked my interest in something I had only read about, yet somewhere in the far reaches of my mind had thought about doing. When I read about "Beauty," I became Beauty. The "thing in itself" an old college professor had taught me many years ago; the landscape viewer all of sudden becomes part of the landscape. 

I looked deeply into David's eyes, then mustered up enough courage to blurt, "Would you spank me if I wanted you to?"

His face turned a deep red. "Excuse me?" he asked, his voice incredulous over what he had just heard.

I gulped. He was making me repeat what I had just said. Was he doing it purposely to humiliate me? I repeated the question with as much sincerity as I had in my heretofore squeamish little mind. 

"You are serious. Beth wants a spanking. I can't believe it."

"David, if you don't do it soon I am going to lose my fucking nerve and we just might spend the rest of our lives in the missionary position, never to explore what is out there."

I could see his mind racing through his wide-open, obviously stunned eyes. "I don't think I can give a 'soft' spanking," he finally said.

"I didn't ask for a soft spanking," I whispered in a come-hither voice that surprised even me. 

"You'll be sorry," he said.

We were seated on a sofa. He shifted his body a few inches away from me, then suddenly took my hand and drew me over his lap. Once I was in this embarrassing position, I knew I belonged there. How can I explain to someone who has never been there how thrilling it is to assume the over-the-knee spanking position? I guess I would call it, for want of a better term, "exquisite humiliation." To be under the total control of your lover, to offer him what you have offered no one else in your entire life. 

I was wearing his favorite denim skirt, bare-legged underneath, leaving only the skirt itself and a pair of lace and nylon panties that always seemed to turn David on when he saw them. At first his hand merely smoothed out the skirt, over my upturned ass. His touch was electric, hardly giving even the slightest hint of what he was about to do. My waist was over his knees, my head facing the floor. Neither of us said a word. 

The first slap was over the top of my skirt, firm and strong. I jumped, reflexively, but stoically accepted the first spank I had ever received. Thoughts of "Beauty" buzzed in my mind. The second spank was even harder, but the material it landed upon served as a cushion to any real pain. I winced at the third stroke and dug my fingernails into the carpet to help brace for what might come next.

Just as David had a way of making long period of foreplay before sex a part of our "normal" love life, he had a special way of bringing me higher and higher, ever so slowly, whenever we entered the world of BDSM. A fire was building bit by precious bit in my loins. Purposely, he raised the level of pain in measured ways. Knowing a light spanking would slowly develop into a crescendo of pain would bring out the submissive side of me like nothing else.

David eased his hand under my skirt, then snaked it slowly upward, over the backs of my thighs, until it lightly rested on the back of my silky-soft panties. It languidly rested there for a few moments, his fingers barely scratching the surface of the material.

"I love your ass," he said softly, running the side of his thumb inside the crack. "It's too bad we are going to have to redden it."

I remained silent as I felt his hand move back down, then slowly start to raise the back of skirt upward, inch by embarrassing inch. He had seen it all before, but for some reason I kept my legs tightly closed. He used two hands to pull the material all the way to my waist. In my mind's eye I imagined the view he had the back of my upturned ass, clad in his favorite white panties. 

"Beautiful," he whispered. "You have an ass that was made to be spanked, Beth."

For a fleeting second I wondered if I should back out of this, but I had gone too far and what had happened thus far had felt so nice that I decided I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.

"Open your legs," he said in a stern, authoritative voice.

I complied, and in a thrice four fingers of his right hand pressed firmly against my vulva. "Your panty crotch is soaked!" he exclaimed. "I think this naughty little girl is turned on by the thought of a spanking." 

Indeed I was aroused like I had never been before, but I kept my secret safe within me. When he found my clit over the panty crotch and flicked it with his middle finger I moaned loudly and raised my hips give him even better access to the swollen nubbin. He toyed with it for several delicious moments. I could feel the juices almost pouring from my pussy now. 

Suddenly he stopped, reached back with his hand, used the flat of his hand produce the hardest spank yet over the panty top. The thick material of the denim skirt, now bunched at my waist, had served to soften the previous blows. My panties offered almost no protection from the pain, and I yelped loudly.

"I'll stop if you want me to," he said.

I exhaled deeply. "I can take it," I said bravely.

David needed no further incentives. Without warning, a reign of spanks, in rapid succession, caught me off guard. I squirmed as best I could and reached back with my right hand in a vain attempt to quell the blows. I was spectacularly unsuccessful. David grasped my wrist tightly, held it in the small of my back, and continued the deluge of wicked spanks until I thought they would never end.

Even after the flood of spanks ended, my ass tingled and stung for a long time. All of a sudden, however, I began to realize there was a strange sensation of pleasure amidst the pain. My mind fought vainly, in this early stage of submission, to grasp this feeling. All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Whew," I replied, "those were some real stingers. Are we done?"

"Not by a long shot. We haven't even gotten to the good part yet. The bare butt," he continued, "yields by far the best sensations."

Before I could comprehend what he had just said, I felt David's fingers slip into the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down slowly, revealing more and more of my already reddened derriere. He wasn't satisfied until they circled my thighs, leaving my ass naked and vulnerable.

This was truly embarrassing. My ass was on full display, not for fondling or kissing, as was previously his delight, but for receiving a good hard spanking, pure and simple. I had never felt so exposed in my life. 

"I don't intend to hold back," he said. 

Somehow I didn't want him to. The crack of his bare hand across my already beleaguered buns snapped me to attention. This one really hurt, bringing tears to eyes. Soon there was another. And another. My ass was on fire and I tried to move away from the blows, but to no avail. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, another part of me yearned for him to go on and on. The sounds of his hand striking my ass echoed all over the room, mingled with my cries of pain. When he finally stopped, I had lost count of how many times he had spanked me. Certainly it was more than twenty. After the pain/pleasure settled in, I could have taken 20 more. The juices from my pussy stained David's pants. 

I slid off of David's lap to the floor below, my feet curled beneath my hindquarters. I was still breathing raggedly. I looked up at him with my cute little puppy dog eyes and said in as meaningful way as I could, "Thank you, Master."

To this day I have no idea why I called him "Master." It seemed to natural to say it. He seemed pleased by it. He understood. 

"Pleasure me," he said.

My ass still stinging, I rose to my knees in front of him. I ran my hands over his thighs, then up and over his abdomen. My fingers quickly located the belt buckle. I undid it, as well as the snap that held his pants together, then unzipped his fly. His erection literally popped out of the "V" of his opened pants. I kissed the tumescent member over his underpants, released it from its confinement, then bent over like a cow grazing in a pasture and took him in my mouth. He was as hard as I had ever felt him. I didn't just give him a blow job; I literally worshipped his cock for the next ten minutes, my reward to him for his reward to me. I had never swallowed his spending before, but this night was his. When I felt his surge beginning, I lowered my mouth and drank him in. His cum spurted onto my throat. I swallowed every drop, sucking what was left around his cockhead before shyly looking up at him, the remnants of his pleasure still on my lips. I didn't say a word. I smiled with a cum-filled grin. It was the beginning of what was to become a lifetime of submissiveness, with Master David leading the way.

To be continued...



Submissive Beth Ch. 4



As I waited in the Punish Room the following night, a teardrop slipped from my eye, rolled carelessly down my cheek, and fell silently on my naked breast. I knew at once it was a happy tear, because I was David's full-time "Sex-Slave". Sex-Slave. The words were new to me, but the meaning was clear. I was his, to do whatever pleased him, whenever it pleased him. And pleasing him was now my sole mission in life.

I stood there, naked and shivering, my hands at my sides, waiting for my beloved Master. The single overhead light bulb, directly above me, illuminated my body. My chest heaved. He kept me waiting for almost twenty agonizing minutes, knowing that with each passing moment my mind would be racing with thoughts of what he might do to me here in this scary room. 

The door opened behind me. I shuddered reflexively. He moved stealthily behind me, his feet almost silent on the carpeted floor. Without a word, he placed a blindfold over my eyes, then tied it behind my head. All of a sudden my world was darkness. The cuffs were next. The fur-lined leather was drawn tightly around each wrist. 

"Raise your right hand above your head," he commanded.

I complied, only to find him tie a rope, hanging limply from a rafter above, to the chrome right wrist cuff. As soon he tied it, the rope tightened considerably. 

"Now your left hand," he ordered.

A moment later I was standing there in the middle of the room, naked and blindfolded, my arms over my head, tethered by ropes to the wooden rafter. 

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, still standing behind me.

I had to laugh to myself. Is one ever "comfortable" hanging naked from the rafters? But I nodded affirmatively. Yes, I had already learned to speak only when given permission. And I was to learn that "comfort" was really only a small part of my new world. I had readily agreed to his terms: he would never permanently mark me and my safe-word, "Mercy," was my way out of anything I found too painful or too demeaning. I trusted David implicitly. 

He stood behind me, his voice barely above a whisper in my ear. "Tonight you are going to learn about pain and pleasure, and how these terms are interchangeable. I am going to whip your body as I please, to test your limits, to teach you things you could never have imagined. We will start out slowly, but by the end of this session you feel such exquisite pain that your mind will spin. You may speak, Beth. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, the only words I had exchanged with him in over an hour.

"Spread your legs wider," he said, in a firm voice.

I grasped the rope above me in my hands for better balance, then opened my legs as best I could. Immediately, David's hand moved between my legs, from behind, and flattened against my vulva. His middle finger stole easily between the puffy lips and into me. I gasped out loud. His finger made a familiar squishing sound inside my vagina.

"My, isn't my little Beth wet this evening. Even the thought of a whipping turns her on, you sweet slut!"

I threw my head back in pleasure as his finger circled inside me, gathering my moisture from within. A moment later he withdrew the finger abruptly, then brought it upward in front of me, glistening, to my lips. 

"Open," he commanded.

I did, and his finger entered my mouth. 

"Clean it!"

I sucked on David's finger like a baby with a pacifier, tasting my own juices. 

"You are wanton," he hissed in my ear.

He held his hand tightly over my mouth, his finger sheathed inside, while I greedily sucked. Yes, I was wanton... Lustful... Shameless… I needed this humiliation more than anything I had ever needed in my life, and David was not oblivious to my needs. I was a pawn for him, his ever-willing slave. What would have been total humiliation for me merely a month ago was now the source of a strange, new, wonderful pleasure. I was so glad I had taken that first frightful step.

He stepped back, leaving me alone in my nakedness. I sensed movement behind me and my ears strained to discern what he was doing. I had no sense of time or place. The whole world swirled around this room tonight. It was me, bewildered by it all, breathlessly wondering what might happen. 

The faint whisper of movement in the air was followed abruptly by a room- deafening, co-mingled sound of his swishing whip and my screaming voice. The eight-stranded whip bit sharply into my ass. The sudden surprise of it had caught me totally off guard, and my scream was as much of shock as it was of pain. I grasped the rope above my hands tighter, trying to brace myself for what might come next. I waited for the pain once more…

Instead, David's fingertips ran lightly over the red stripes he had just left on my alabaster buns. His touch was at once soothing and refreshing. As he softly brushed my ass with his fingers, his other hand moved up the front of my body, light as a feather, over my abdomen, across my stomach, in soft, delightful concentric circles. His hand finally cupped my waiting breast, holding its weightiness like a small pineapple, then kneading it gently. He was giving me pleasure after pain, as he told me he would. My reward for being such a good girl... 

He rubbed his thumb lightly over my nipple, and I felt it become turgid in an instant, sending an electric jolt downward. I had always suspected there was a nerve that ran from nipple to my clit, and David was verifying my suspicions. If I was wet between my legs before, I was soaked now. The juices running down my thighs soon cooled to the room's air, but the feeling made me acutely aware of how excited I was. I had just tasted the first whip of my life, and its affect still lingered, but there was something in me that wanted more. Much more... The proverbial light bulb had once again gone off in my head, and I was drowning in my own ocean of wants and desires.

David suddenly grasped my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly. I gasped out loud and winced behind my mask.

"Repeat after me," he hissed into my ear. "I am a wanton slut…"

"I am a wanton slut," I blurted.

"David's willing slave…" He squeezed the nipple even harder. Tears formed in my eyes.

"OH!" I cried. "David's willing slave."

"My mouth and my pussy and my ass are merely receptacles for his cum…"

'What else could they be,' I thought to myself. My breathing was becoming ragged now from the pain. "My mouth…" I swallowed hard, my mind searching to remember his exact words. "My pussy and my ass are merely receptacles for his cum."

I didn't even hear the whip this time, but it landed with a loud crack in a downward spiral right between my shoulder blades. His fingers never left my painful nipple. My body literally jumped from the floored as the new pain lit up my back. Hardly did he give me time to react when he reached back and drove another strike of the whip against my still tingling ass. 

My breaths were coming in short, halting gasps as David's whip began a ceaseless drive from my ass to my back, up and down, bringing a searing pain that bore into my brain like a firestorm. I screamed so loudly my voice echoed in my ears. I lost count at the tenth stroke. Sweat poured from my brow.

When he finally released the nipple, the whipping also stopped. My backside must have looked like a road map. I moaned into the pain. I took deeper, more relaxed breaths now, and my screaming ceased.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Through my gasps for breath I somehow told him I was fine. Yes, fine. And proud. My first exposure to the whip, and I had managed to come through it relatively sane. In fact, and this was the hard part for my mind to accept at the time, there was a strange but definite sense that I could have taken more. Even, perhaps, that I wanted more, though I was somehow afraid to tell express this to him at this early stage of our new relationship.

He disappeared for a few moments again, and I heard a drawer open and close. Soon he was in front of me, and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. "I am proud of you," he said, and his words were a balm to my still aching backside. 

He pinched my nipple again, not as hard as before. All of a sudden I felt something sharp, biting into it. I moaned in pain.

"These are alligator clips," he said. "They might hurt a lot now, but when I take them off you will see stars."

He affixed the first one to my left nipple, then grasped my right nipple and clamped the jaws of the clip over it. I winced again. 

"I have a tighter set of nipple clamps," he said, "but these will do for starters." Then he pulled what must have been a chain between each nipple clip. Little did he know I was seeing those stars already. "AHHHHH!" I cried.

"Is that a 'mercy'?" he asked.

Oh, did those clamps ever hurt! I sucked in a deep breath. "No," I blurted with as much bravado as I could muster. Then, and to this day I still wonder why, I said, "Never!"

Yes, I had resolved even at this early stage of my strange new world that David would never break me. That I would endure anything he might throw my way. That I was his, body and soul. My body for his use. Yes, my openings merely receptacles for his desires. That my pain, as much as I could endure, was his reward for loving me… 

As he pulled the chain, my nipples stretched out from my breasts and real tears fell from my eyes behind my mask of blindness. I bit my lower lip to brace myself against the pain. Just when I thought I would almost faint, David's hand found its way between legs once more. His finger deftly moved between the folds of my pussy, then toyed with my clit, running circles around it, back and forth. The more he kept it up, the more the pain from my nipples seemed to ease. 

He lessened his hold on the chain long enough to say, "You may cum."

My clit had never felt more alive. My whole body reveled in the pleasure/pain of David's ministrations. My knees suddenly became rubbery. I felt the orgasm take hold long before the waves of pleasure enveloped me. It shook my whole being. My body literally hung limply from the ropes above. I was panting like a dog. No orgasm I ever experienced, before or after, was anything like this one. 

I came down slowly. David let the chain hang limply between my breasts. My chest rose and fell with each breath. I wanted so much to see him, to touch him, to feel him. 

"I must go," he said, slowly backing away from me. 

"Go?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yes," he replied. "I haven't had my glass of wine for the evening. When I come back, you can take care of my needs."

He walked out of the room, leaving me hanging there, in my shame and nakedness, the last vestiges of my orgasm still running through my mind.



Submissive Beth Ch. 5



As the glass of Forest Glen Merlot caressed my palate, my thoughts were of Beth, there in the Punish Room, waiting patiently. I could not believe how well she had transitioned from a loving, caring girlfriend into a "slave-slut" almost overnight. During the few months we had dated, there had never been even the remotest hint of her seemingly innate submissiveness. To the contrary, she had often been more of the aggressor in our love-making. She was bold; she knew what she wanted and, more often than not, found a way to get it. I was happy in our relationship and would have remained happy even if there had not been a sudden turn of events. 

I gathered my thoughts and headed back to the Punish Room. Beth looked beautiful, her arms high above her head, her head cocked to the side, her backside still sporting a red glow from her first whipping.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"My arms hurt like hell, David. Please let me down," she implored.

I moved in front of her. The chrome chain of the nipple clamps formed a "U" shape between her lovely breasts. Her nipples seemed none the worse for wear, but I knew it would be extremely painful for her when I removed the clamps. I reached up and undid each of the ropes from her wrist cuffs. As she let each arm come down, I had her shake them vigorously to help regain feeling in them. I took a handkerchief and wiped her forehead that was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

Reaching behind her head, I undid the tie holding the blindfold in place. I let the blindfold fall into my hands. She blinked repeatedly as the first light entered her eyes, but they soon focused on me. A weary half-smile formed on her lips. 

I sensed that she was trying to say something, but couldn't form quite the right words. "That was fucking unbelievable," she finally said.

I took her hand and led her to a bed in the back of the room, then helped her body sag into the mattress. I sat next to her, brushing my fingers against her still sweaty brow. 

"Do you want me to take the alligator clips off of your nipples?" I asked.

"No, not yet," she replied with that same tired half-smile. "I just need to rest a bit. I'll be fine."

She looked so gorgeous lying there in her nakedness, her breasts rising with each breath, the soft brown curls of her cunny forming an inviting "V" at the base of her abdomen. Her legs were only slightly splayed. I could tell she was fully enjoying her respite from the previous session. 

"I am very proud of you," I said.

Her smile was wide this time. "I am proud of myself, Master. I didn't think I could take that much pain."

"You get more tolerant of the pain each time. It kind of grows on you."

She took a deep breath, letting out all of the feelings inside her body. "Hanging there like that, unable to protect myself. It felt so nice to be like that. And the whipping. Wow! I thought it would never end, and when it did I wanted it to go on."

I laughed. "I had to go easy on you the first time."

"Easy? That was easy?"

"I have much worse for you in my bag of tricks, my dear."

She looked up at me, her puppy-dog eyes wide open. "I'll be good for you. I promise. I want you always to be proud of me."

I leaned down and kissed her fully and deeply. Her arms went around my head and pulled me even tighter into the prolonged kiss. When we broke the kiss, I smiled. "I think Beth wants her reward."

She laughed, fully, for the first time this entire evening. Her hand moved almost unnoticeably to my thigh, then quickly grasped the hardness inside my jeans. "Might this be my reward?" she asked coyly.

"It would be for only the most deserving of subjects," I replied.

She squeezed harder. "I'm very deserving, I think."

"Then I think it is time for another first," I said.

She looked at me inquisitively. 

"You told me just a few minutes ago that all of your openings were mine. So far I have been acquainted with only two them."

Her face turned a beet red. She bit her lower lip. "You mean back there?" she asked.

I smiled. "Yes, I think it's time."

"Oh, Master. Now I wonder if I should have agreed to…"

"The agreement is sealed," I interrupted. "But I'll give you a choice—another full body whipping, front and back, or a nice ass-fuck."

I could almost see her mind racing. A pregnant pause was followed by, "Will you be gentle?"

"Very."

"Will it hurt?"

"A little. This is your first time. Later it will be easier, after you are sized."

"Sized?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"I have a set of anal sizers. Plugs that are increasingly large. You will sleep with each consecutive size inside you over a period of two weeks. By the time we are done, you will be fully available to me… back there."

She looked up at me for a long moment, contemplating my last words. Suddenly she turned over on her stomach, spread her legs, and arched her ass invitingly in the air. She turned her head toward me and whispered, "Be gentle the first time, Master."

My manhood yearned for release from my pants. I arose and dropped them to the floor, followed by my underpants. Beth eyed my cock apprehensively. "That is going to fit in my…."

"You will be pleasantly surprised," I interrupted again. 

I moved to a drawer of goodies and found a tube of K-Y gel and a condom. Beth watched me as I returned, a look of trepidation in her eyes.

"Put the condom on for me," I ordered.

She reached out and accepted the tin foil package from me. Holding it in front of her, she unsheathed the latex shield. I stood next to the bed, my erection pointing skyward just inches from her face. She moved her hand with the condom toward me. 

"No," I said. "Not that way."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"No hands. It goes on only with your mouth."

"I… I've never done it like that."

"You'll figure it out, slut. Do it!"

I moved even closer. Beth quickly got the hang of it. She put the rounded condom just inside her mouth, between her lips and her teeth, and moved her pursed lips over the head of my cock. She struggled mightily, using only her mouth to work the condom over me. She found better success when she compressed her lips, tightened her hold on me, and slowly moved her mouth down. After ten minutes of struggling, the sword was fully sheathed. 

I handed her the tube of K-Y. "The better you grease it, the easier it will be for you," I said.

"I can use my hands this time?" she laughed.

I nodded. "Get it mostly around the head."

Beth squeezed a large glob of gel onto the palm of her hand, then brought it to my yearning cock. She greased the length of it, paying particular attention to cockhead. My manhood glistened in the light.

"Now in your rectum," I said. "A lot."

Beth's face turned beet red. She squeezed some more K-Y out of the tube, this time quite generously over the tips of the middle and index fingers of her left hand. Reaching back behind her, she applied the gel to her nether opening. More than once I watched her middle finger disappear into the dark cavity. 

"I think I am ready," she finally said.

I pulled two pillows from the bed as I moved behind her. "Raise your ass up!" I ordered, then eased the pillows under her tummy. The position was perfect for the task at hand. The view was utterly delightful.

"Open your legs wider."

She did, exposing the length of her hairy slit.

"Reach back and spread your cheeks."

She hesitated only slightly before complying, revealing the tiny, crinkled rosebud that was about to be deflowered. I knelt between her splayed legs, and grasped her hips. Looking down, I watched the head of my cock press into the target area. 

I pressed only slightly against the tiny anus, just enough to let her feel it there. She kept her cheeks opened wide for me. I pressed in again, this time a bit harder. Beth groaned. 

"I'm so nervous," she said.

"If it hurts too much, I'll stop."

Little by little I pressed and little by little the tiny opening began to give ground. I took my sweet time, moving in millimeters instead of inches, letting the pucker get more used to the intrusion with each passing moment. Her breaths were becoming more labored. 

She had done a good job of lubricating the sword and its target, so good, in fact, that the first entry through the sphincter was surprisingly easy. Beth moaned again.

With just the head of my cock inside Beth's ass, I asked her if she was okay. "Just hold it there for a second, David. I'm getting used to it."

The sphincter is a pliant creature that expands to widths that are sometimes unimaginable. Beth's was no different. The anal orifice soon gave way, and my next thrust brought me into her. This time she gasped loudly.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No, no! Oh, does it ever feel good! Don't stop!"

I eased my cock in to the hilt, feeling Beth's tight little anus around me in an excrutiatingly wonderful tight grip. I let it stay inside her, fully ensconced, to give her even more time to grow accustomed to its presence. She let go of her ass cheeks and grasped the bed sheet tightly in each hand. I withdrew about half-way and she moaned. A nice moan. A satisfied moan. 

Still in a beginning mode, I eased back into her, all the way. Her grip on my cock was unbelievably tight. I even felt her constrict her anus around it several times, sending my psyche skyward. 

"It doesn't hurt at all," she gasped. "Oh, yes, it's wonderful!"

It was time to get serious. Ever so slowly at first, I began an in and out fucking of Beth's sweet ass. With each movement, she moaned more loudly. Goaded on by her sounds, I moved more decisively, drawing my member almost all the way out, then moving it all the way in, faster and harder, until I became fully immersed in Beth's rectum. Soon she was grunting as I moved faster and faster. I had always prided myself in my ability to hold back, but this time was an exception. When Beth started to rotate her ass around my cock, pressing back into me, forcing me even deeper, I spilled my seed into the condom in what seemed like hundreds of wonderful spurts. Beth felt it and screamed my name over and over, holding the sheets so tightly she almost ripped them.

Totally exhausted, I let my manhood become flaccid while it was still inside her. We remained motionless on the bed, my body on top of her, until I slowly extricated myself. The condom fell off of my cock and dropped softly to the bed. I slithered off of her and fell on my back at her side. She shoved the pillows to the floor with her leg and moved next to me, the clamps on her breasts digging into my ribs, her cheek softly nuzzling my neck. I gently took each nipple clamp off. She winced in pain but took it bravely. 

That "freshly-fucked" gleamed on her face and she sported an impish grin. I loved her so much.

"I never imagined it would be like that," she said softly.

I kissed the top of her head. "Your ass felt very nice," I said.

"It wasn't nice, David, it was great! Damn, my ass is still tingling like crazy and you're not even inside me anymore."

"It's past midnight," I murmured, exhausted from our activities. "You keep me up to late."

Beth looked down at my limp member. "I don't think it's up at all," she laughed.

We snuggled and soon fell asleep in each other's arms. My sleep was deep, but the few times I did wake up I began to plan the next "punishment" session in my mind. And we had only just begun...



Submissive Beth Ch. 6



Next to sex, Beth's favorite pleasure in life was shopping. She would disappear for hours at a time, only to come home laden with packages from nearly every woman's store at the mall. Like clock-work, Saturday mornings at 10:00 a.m. would find her headed off for a morning (and often dragging on to early afternoon) of power shopping. Today was seemingly no different, and as I sat in my favorite arm chair reading the sports page, I decided that this particular morning things needed to be a little different. 

She strolled down the stairs wearing one of my favorite outfits—a pastel-yellow sun dress, "V" cut in the chest, with white embroidered lace along the length of the "V". She looked stunning as always in it. 

Bright-eyed, she asked, "Do you need anything at the store, David?"

"You're going shopping?" I asked dumbly.

She laughed. "Of course. It's Saturday, silly."

I looked her over from head to toe. "You are not dressed properly for shopping," I said.

"Excuse me?" she asked with an inquisitive look on her face.

"It looks like you are wearing a slip under that skirt," I said.

"Yes, of course. I always wear a half-slip with this dress."

"Take the slip off," I said in a firm voice. 

"The dress is made of a very light material," she said in an almost begging voice. "You can almost see right through it without the slip. "

"I guess that's the idea," I said.

"You want me to go shopping like that?"

"Would you rather come over my lap for a good, hard spanking? You certainly deserve one. I believe I asked you nicely. My next order will not be so nice."

Her lower lip half pouting, Beth reached under the hem of the skirt with both of her hands, grasped the half-slip, and pulled it down. It fell silently to the floor in a circle. She stepped away and picked up the white silk garment.

"Happy?" she asked in a tone that was starting to make my blood boil. I ignored her attitude for the moment. 

Yes, she was right. It was not difficult to discern the outline of her white panties beneath the thin fabric, and were she to walk in the sunlight, anyone would have a beautiful view of her legs through the thin material.

"Almost," I replied, "but you are still under-dressed. You need to take the panties off too."

She looked at me with an exasperated look that suggested I was bordering on being crazy. For a fleeting moment she thought about objecting to my order, but my threat to spank her (and I would have given her a really severe one) was enough to dissuade any thought of protest. 

"Let me see them first," I said.

Beth shrugged her shoulders and blithely lifted the front of her skirt all the way up to waist. Like her slip, the panties were silky-white, French cut, with a half inch band of lace along the lower edge, beginning at the reinforced crotch. Her pubic mound jutted out nicely at the base of the abdomen.

I made her hold her skirt up like that for several moments, until I knew she was really getting annoyed with me. Here I was rudely invading her special shopping time. "Okay, remove them."

Red-faced, more from anger than embarrassment, she put her thumbs into the elastic edge of the panties and quickly drew them down and off, tossing them with a dramatic flare onto the nearby sofa. She started to turn, as if to go.

"Did I say it was time to leave?"

"No, sir," she replied with more than a slight amount of obvious disdain in her voice. 

"Turn around. Nice and slowly."

She was right. The lack of slip and panties left little if anything to the imagination. In front, with just a little straining of the eye, one could make out the faint outline of a triangle of dark curls. She looked so cute and sexy I thought about fucking her on the spot.

"Raise your dress again," I sternly ordered.

She reached down for the hem once more. "Slowly… very slowly," I said with a wry smile.

I watched the skirt move up her nicely tanned legs ever so slowly. She turned her head to the side, refusing to look at me. Her insolence was beginning to get quite annoying. "Look at me!" I almost shouted.

She took a noticeable breath, then looked straight at me, following my eyes as they gazed at the rising skirt. Her legs were never more beautiful, the thick forest of dark-brown curls never so alluring. I made her stand like that, skirt raised to her waist, airing her sweet cunny, for the better part of five minutes. 

She finally broke the pregnant silence. "May I go now?" Then thoughtfully added, upon reflection, "Sir."

I smiled. "Yes, you may go, as soon as you complete what you need to be wearing."

She looked at me, dumbfounded.

"Now, my dear, you are obviously under-dressed for shopping today. I need to help you with one more thing. Come here."

Beth dropped her skirt and, still with that hesitant look on face, approached me nervously. Little did she know she had every right to be nervous. "Turn around and face the wall," I commanded.

Beth turned, not knowing what to expect. 

"Bend over!" She complied instantly.

Leaning forward, I reached down to the hem of her skirt and quickly lifted it over her waist, exposing her delectable ass. I gave her two hard, stinging slaps, one to each side of the split pumpkin, and she yelped at each one.

"That's for your insolence. There will be a lot more later. Spread your cheeks!"

Obediently, she reached behind her and pried the pumpkin open. Her anus, still feeling the remnants of last night's reaming, looked cute and sexy. Reaching to the side of the arm chair, I picked up a jar of Vaseline I had hidden out of sight, dipped my middle finger into it, then quickly brought the finger, now coated with goo, to the exposed asshole. I circled the pucker once or twice with the tip of my finger, feeling it loosen slightly, then pressed all the way inside her. She grunted loudly as it entered her.

I lubricated her well, dipping my finger back into the jar for more goo, then eased two fingers into her on the next sojourn. I wiggled the fingers against the soft walls of her rectum until I felt she was loose enough for the next step of adding to her wearing apparel.

I reached to the side of the chair again and picked up a flesh-colored butt plug, tapered from its thin tip to its expansive knob, then tapered once more to accommodate her gripping anus. The flanged end of the plug was wide enough to prevent entry of the entire device into the rectal orifice. I coated the plug with a copious amount of Vaseline, then placed the tip against Beth's pucker.

"What is that?" she exclaimed.

"Just a little butt plug. Stay still."

The thinner front end of the plug went in easily. As the device got more wide, however, the entry slowed to a trickle. As I got nearer to its widest girth, Beth groaned in pain. I backed it out, let the sphincter relax, then moved it back in. It took almost ten minutes, with Beth gasping for air, but I finally pushed the plug all the way in, her anus hugging it tightly, its bulbous base rudely filling her much too abuse rectum. 

"Damn, that hurts!" she cried.

"Stay still, you will get used to it. At least you better get used to it. This is how you are going shopping."

"You're not serious!" she exclaimed.

"Very serious," I replied. "Stand up."

Beth stood, somewhat uneasily due to the protuberance sticking out of her ass. Her skirt fell into place. She turned and faced me, her face as red as I had ever seen it.

"I hope you are kidding," she said with an frustrated look on her sweet face. I watched a tear form at the edge of her left eye. 

"I am not kidding, Beth. Every move you make, every little step you take, will remind you of who your master is. To say that I have been displeased with your behavior today is an understatement. I expect obedience without question, immediately upon my command. I will let you go shopping, instead of whipping your little ass raw right this very minute, only because I love you. But when you return, you can expect to be punished for your indiscretions, young lady. You will not take that butt plug out for any reason. When you return home, you will immediately strip all of your clothes off and go down to the Punish Room. Do you have any questions?"

She paused, her mind spinning with a hundred different potential responses to my orders, but finally blurted "No, sir." Her reluctance to oppose my requirements saved her from a lot more pain. 

I had to laugh to myself as I watched her move gingerly out the door, pocketbook in hand. I knew the butt plug would be a grim reminder of her servitude the entire time it was inside her. I pictured her struggles just sitting on her ass as she drove the car, ensuring the plug would be deeply ensconced. But the plug would turn out to be the easiest "punishment" for her all day. Her insolence had left me with no other choice.

I was in the kitchen upon her return, perhaps two hours later. It was a shorter shopping trip than usual, and I think the butt plug may have been a deciding factor in coming home more quickly than usual. She dropped several packages on the sofa, then quickly took off her shoes, sun dress, and bra, the only items she was still wearing. Her face was red as a beet as she plodded on cat-like feet, totally naked, to await her fate in the Punish Room.

I finished my last cup of coffee of the day before meandering down the stairs to my waiting slave. Like a good girl, she was standing in the middle of the floor, facing away from me, her hands nervously fidgeting at her sides. The flanged end of the butt plug was easily visible at the base of her ass. I could only imagine how uncomfortable it must have been for her these past few hours.

I moved in front of her. She lowered her head, knowing not to look at me. "You displeased me immensely today," I said.

"I am sorry, Sir," she said in a tiny whisper.

"No, you are only a little sorry at this moment. By the time I am done with you, you will be very sorry."

She whimpered. Her lips trembled slightly. She was a scared rabbit, and rightfully so. She knew I was upset with her. Not playfully upset. Her chest heaved with each breath. She looked lovely, indeed. Some women do not carry their nakedness well; Beth was exquisite in hers. She had a pretty face, with brown, puppy dog bedroom eyes and a pug nose. Her lips were the way I liked a woman's lips to be—full and pouty. Blow-job lips. Her breasts were no more than a "B" cup, but they stood out proudly, with no sag whatsoever, capped by half-dollar sized areola and pink nipples that yearned to be sucked or clamped, depending on one's mood at the time. She stood erect, shoulders back, almost proudly, but not defiantly so. Her dark-brown, shoulder-length hair shimmered in the light of the room. Her ass was nicely rounded, dimpled where it meets the thigh. The hairs of her pussy stood out prominently at the base of her abdomen, matching the color of her hair above. Her legs were long and lithe, her ankles tapered perfectly. 

"I am going to remove the butt plug," I said. She answered with a nod of head, then bent at the waist without being asked to give me better access to the device. As I moved behind her, she opened her legs accommodatingly. "This will hurt a bit, but not as much as going in."

I grasped the end of the plug and pulled outward. Beth gasped in pain. I pulled harder and it came out more easily than I thought it would. She gasped out loud when the intruder finally popped out. I put the plug on the work bench, then took a riding crop from the wall of whips. The crop, lean and mean, was the only appropriate tool for my recalcitrant little slut. Since this would be her first introduction to the crop, I would not wield it full force. I only intended to teach her a lesson.

I moved in front of her once more. She was now standing once again, hands again at her sides. "I told you in the beginning, Beth, that I would never punish you when I am mad at you. Please understand that I am not mad. Displeased, yes, but not mad. This will be a lesson in deportment. Your behavior this morning was abominable. When I give you an order, it is to be obeyed without delay or, if it is something against your will, you may use the safe-word. There is no in-between. Do you understand?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes, Master."

"This riding crop carries a real sting. It hurts twice as bad when the cheeks of the ass are nice and taut. Like when you are bent over. You may do so now. Grab your ankles! Present yourself!"

Beth was so much more docile now than she had been earlier. Facing the crop has a strange tendency to make anyone immediately obedient. I moved behind her. The view of her nicely presented buttocks was enough to get the blood flowing to my cock. Her ass, so very spankable, was in perfect position to feel the effect of the crop. The end of the crop, like all good riding crops, had a triangular piece of double leather. The idea behind the this wider piece of leather is to strike both the flanged leather end and about three or four inches of the end of the crop at the same time. The unfortunate result to the recipient is a double-edged sting that is sharp and biting. I had used crops without the flange, but these seemed to be more cruel than I really intended. The goal was to turn Beth's pain into pleasure, eventually, and the crop in hand was more than capable of doing so. 

"I am going to give you six strokes, Beth, each one a little bit harder than the previous one. You will count each stroke, thank me for it, then ask me for a harder one. If your hands move even an inch away from your ankles, or if you lose count, we start all over."

"Please…" she whispered, but before the next words could come out of her mouth, I reached back and let the crop snap across her proffered buttocks with a loud THWAAAAAAAACK. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried out. "ONE! Oh, thank you, Master. Please give me a harder one." 

"Kinda stings, huh?" My question was rhetorical. The second stroke landed just above the previous one, causing has ass to ripple nicely.

"AHHHHHHH! Shit! TWO! Thank you, Master. Please give me a harder one."

I looked down and surveyed the damage—two beautiful stripes across her cute, white buns. She was doing well, however, taking it bravely. The third stroke was upward, hitting just above the juncture where ass meets thigh. Not a particularly sensitive area, but one that she didn't expect at all.

"EEEEEEEE! THREE!" This time there was a longer pause as she gained her composure. "Thank you, master. Please give me a harder one."

I ran the tip of the riding crop over Beth's already beleaguered ass, across each of the bright red stripes. I drew the crop back, at the ready, and watched her try to brace herself. Instead, I gently ran the pliable leather at the end of crop all over her exposed buttocks. Just when she thought she could relax, I reached back and drove it sharply across the center of the target area.

She nearly fell forward as the stroke landed, but she managed to keep her balance as she cried out loudly. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh, it hurts like hell! FOUR! Thank you, Master. Please give me a harder one."

Her words seemed to trail off at mid-sentence. "It might be nice if I were to hear a sincere apology for today's obstinance."

"Oh, Master, I am truly sorry for being bad," she said, half-sobbing her words.

"If you should ever be bad again?" I asked.

"Then I deserve to be punished," she admitted.

"You have two more strokes left."

"Yes, if that is your desire, Master…"

Prepared for the fifth stroke, the hardest yet, Beth took it better than any of the others. She yelped, grunted in pain once or twice, and took a deep breath. "FIVE! Thank you, Master. Please, may I have the last one. The hardest one."

I walked around my sweet Beth in a slow circle, holding the riding crop menacingly. She looked so beautiful, bent over completely, her breasts hanging down, her ass poked out provocatively. She had taken her first five strokes like a pro, and while I knew I would not deliver the last one harder than I thought she could withstand, it would be hard enough to get her attention for a long time to come.

I continued walking the circle several times, each time pausing behind her, letting her think it was time for the final delivery. Every time she thought she was about to receive the last stroke, she clenched her hands tightly around the front of her ankles in anticipation. I think I loved Beth just as much for her bravery as for her ability to withstand the first five blows of the wicked crop. 

Beth's tension filled the air so much you could cut it with a knife. At my third pass, I paused behind her and slid the tip of the crop through her exposed pussy, pressing against the vulva . It came out of the "V" of her opened legs with a copious amount of her moisture. She may have been as scared little bunny rabbit, but this little session was certainly leaving the tell-tale signs of arousal. 

I pretended to begin yet another circle around her, then suddenly paused, reached back, and let the crop whistle through the air. It cracked across her ass sharply, causing her to call out a long, painful "EEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAA." Somehow she was able to brace herself and keep from falling forward, which would have made me start from the beginning. "SIX! Oh… Oh…. Thank you Master. I deserved what you just did to me."

Her ass was a deep red, with six gorgeous streaks from top to bottom. I knew at that point that I would have to begin taking photographs to capture some of these moments, so we could look back at our beginning adventures into the world of BDSM and recall these wonderful memories.

"Stand up," I ordered.

Beth stood on wobbly knees, her breathing ragged, her brow more sweaty than I had ever seen it. Her head remained lowered in a true submissive's pose. "Have you learned your lesson, young lady?"

"Yes, Master."

"The next time you fail to act when I tell you to do something, it will be ten times worse than what you just experienced. There is no room for disobedience in this house. You may kneel down and worship me to express your willingness to serve."

She knelt, head still lowered, and moved her hands to undo my pants. "No!" I interrupted, "No hands for this occasion. You may use your teeth and lips only."

An exasperated look appeared on her pretty face, but she folded her hands behind her back and began to remove my pants with her lips. She struggled mightily, and, to my surprise, accomplished her task in a speedier fashion that I would have imagined. Once the pants encircled my feet, she never took her eyes off the bulge in my underwear. It took no encouragement at all on my part to have her remove the last barrier in the completion of her mission. As my cock sprung from its confines, standing at attention just inches from Beth's face, she leaned forward and began kissing lightly all over my turgid member. She licked the length of it with the flat of her tongue, swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, and slowly worked her mouth over it.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the one precious bit of expertise she had brought to our relationship. Beth knew how to suck cock. In fact, I had never known anyone who was better than her in that regard. She devoured me completely in one quick motion of her head, deep-throating me with such finesse that I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I grasped the side of her head and guided it up and down my shaft, more than once or twice tickling her throat with the cockhead. She moaned almost the entire time, leading one to believe from her sounds that she was the one receiving all the benefits of her wonderful abilities. 

"Be prepared to swallow," I husked.

I felt the beginnings of an orgasm long before my spendings shot deeply into her throat. I held her head once more, tightly, assuring all of the sperm would be swallowed. I held her head until she gulped the last drop, then released her and withdrew my sword from its warm, moist sheath. I held two fingers under her chin and forced her to look at me.




Submissive Blush Ch. 01



A few months ago, Molly accidentally discovered a BDSM website and was incredibly shocked at the pictures that popped onto her computer screen. This website had images of women being used and abused in various positions by various men and women alike. Some would think this website to be degrading and that was Molly's first thought. But, like a train wreck, she could not divert her attention elsewhere. After the initial shock wore off, she found herself ashamedly turned on by the scenes in front of her. Her experience with men was limited to say the least let alone unadventurous. To her dismay, she had never even experienced an orgasm and thought she never would. While staring at the screen, Molly imagined herself tied up, spanked and thoroughly fucked until she was absolutely spent. 

She happily envisioned all of her holes being used to their fullest potential pleasing the man of her dreams. But, that was it. She did not know who that man was and she did not know the potential of her dreams especially after stirring these dirty thoughts within her. "What type of girl wants to be used like this?" Molly thought to herself. Shrugging her shoulders to her question, she incessantly began clicking on every link she could find to look at more and more websites. She yearned to learn more about this forbidden side of her. She did not see the harm in it...especially since she had absolutely no intentions of acting on these naughty desires. She continually surfed more BDSM and fetish websites even though she was still embarrassed by how her body reacted; it was as if she was addicted to what she was seeing and needed to see more. She had never felt so horny in her entire life. Horny was not even a word in her vocabulary. Just thinking about it made her blush in shame. Amazingly, Molly was totally curious by everything she saw.

After much research through various websites, Molly finally admitted her submissive tendencies to herself. She already knew that she liked to please people. She was a "people pleaser"; that is how people described her. But, she had no idea how deep this desire ran in her. The more she read about D/s, the more she wanted to know...needed to know. She was positive she was submissive, but did that mean she needed a Dom if she was to be complete? At her core, she wanted to give up all control to a man sexually. She wanted to be used for his pleasure, whatever his pleasure may entail, which in turn would please her. After much consideration, Molly eventually joined an adult website in hopes of chatting with more experienced people in this lifestyle. Initially, she had no idea what she was getting into, but she desperately needed to learn more and hoped someone would school her online accordingly. 

Shortly thereafter, Molly found her Dom, Steven, online through this particular website. Actually, in the beginning, she never had any serious intention of pursuing anything in real life; that is, until she met him. He lit her flame of desire within the first conversation and intoxicated her with his strength and awareness of what she deeply wanted and absolutely needed. Immediately, he was drawn to her innocence and yearning in D/s and had to have her as his own. Without a doubt, he knew her inside and out. He knew that she was an everyday, sexually repressed, shy woman hiding the slut within. He knew she had basic sexual needs that were barely being fulfilled. Add that to her newly discovered submissiveness and inner kink and he was positive that he could mold her into anything he wanted. She could try to repress her urges as much as possible, but he was determined to learn all of her buttons and push them accordingly. 

Eagerly, Steven explained the D/s alternative lifestyle to her from everything to basic definitions of terms all the way to safe words and hard limits. She asked him about everything and he instantly answered fulfilling her intense need to learn as much as she could. From the beginning, he exhibited more than just dominant power and control...he was sure of himself in a way that Molly could not even fathom. All of her life she had been self conscious and timid and Steven was her total opposite. He was totally confident in himself that he could guide her and train her to not only be an exceptional submissive but to also be his extraordinary slut....and only his. His confidence and self- assuredness was an imaginable turn on for Molly, which only drew her closer to him.

Through all of their erotic and enlightening conversations, Molly kept thinking of herself as a "good girl" rather than as a "slut", even though she was having lusty fantasies based upon the scenes Steven described and the BDSM sites she visited. As long as she denied her wanton desires, they really did not count to her. Unfortunately, she was so hung up on the stereotypical definition of the word, "slut" that she was deeply afraid to let herself go to experience her own sexuality and desires. Her new Dom, Steven, wanted to introduce her to the slut within and teach her how to accept and embrace herself as what she was and always will be, a SLUT...now, HIS SLUT. In fact, he was surprised at how quickly Molly willingly submitted her mind and body to him during his training; proof, in itself, that she was a true submissive at heart. This greatly pleased him as he looked forward to discovering her limits.

Instantly upon chatting, they shared an intimate connection. He eagerly took her by the inexperienced hand and assumed the role as teacher and nurturer without hesitation. He wanted to open her eyes wide to D/s and patiently watched as she learned a little more with each passing day. They easily slipped into the D/s roles, but that was not all. They shared more than that...they shared emotions, too. They loved, respected and cared unconditionally for each other. Some thought that emotions complicate D/s relationships. Honestly, the opposite happened. Molly wanted, needed and loved him more daily. The D/s hook only added to Molly's submission to Steven as it was not only based upon her unyielding desire to please, but was also deeply based upon her love for him. He had her heart, mind, body and soul to do with as he pleased and he cherished this above all-else. 

Throughout the months, they shared many wonderful online scenes together before ever meeting in person. He would tell her to do things and she would immediately comply. He taught her how to bind her own tits with rope forcing them to jut out from her body. This caused them to swell and turn purple in a painful yet pleasurable way. This was Molly's first introduction to the fine line between pain and pleasure. A fine line that she was subconsciously drawn to and yearned to cross with and because of him. Knowing Molly's wanton potential, Steven pushed her even further. He ordered her to take nude photographs of her bound breasts. While blushing, Molly did as he asked and became absolutely wet because of it. She could not believe how turned on she became just by following Steven's instructions. She was amazed at her own slutty behavior and embarrassingly admitted her arousal to him. Pushing harder again, Steven even requested photographs of her gaping, wet cunt. Surprisingly, Molly was shocked by this request at first. But, her shock slowly turned into total excitement at the thought of Steven getting turned on by looking at pictures of her naked, watering slit. After that revelation, Molly joyfully did everything that Steven asked of her knowing that in the end it would please him. She did everything from clipping clothespins to her erect nipples to forcing various objects into her tight ass and hungry pussy all to photograph for Steven. After a while, Steven built up quite a photographic collection of Molly's slutty submissiveness and he absolutely loved what she was turning into. Alas, the online scenes left both Steven and Molly wanting more. They needed more than an online relationship...they needed to hear each other's moans of pleasure and feel skin on skin. Emotions were already in play, so the next obvious step was to take their relationship offline, on the phone and inevitably in person. 

Knowing this, Molly and Steven began chatting on the phone. His voice alone could make her melt. His deep tone sent shivers down her spine and jolts to her eager cunt. She did not know how he had this affect on her, but she knew that she was his to do with as he pleased. Unbeknownst to Molly, Steven knew this as well. These phone sessions were very similar to the online sessions as Steven told Molly what to do and she did as requested. The difference now was that Steven could actually hear Molly's "purrs" or so he dubbed her delightful moans. These "purrs" always brought a smile to Steven's face while forcing the blood to his cock in record time, making him adjust himself accordingly within his tight jeans. Finally, after flirting persistently on the phone, they had come to an agreement to meet for real. Steven could no longer take the never-ending erections and Molly needed to feel Steven inside her before they both exploded with wanton lust. 

After much discussion and planning, Molly agreed to meet Steven at his office. Knowing her intense nervousness, Steven insisted that they set up an "appointment", so she could arrive while his employees were still working. If she felt uncomfortable in any way, she could leave immediately with no questions asked. He understood her fear and wanted to alleviate it as best as he could. With that in mind, Molly accepted the "appointment" and stressed about it until it happened. The only thing Steven asked of Molly was that she arrived at his office without wearing a bra or panties; and, he also asked her to tie her tits up as she usually did for their online scenes. Once again, he exhibited his control over her and wanted to remind her of that while she drove to meet him, hoping to bring her inner slut out.

Finally, the appointment day was upon them and Molly dressed accordingly. Before dressing, she bound her tits up tightly almost turning them purple instantly. She felt the warm pressure building up within her breasts and realized she had to finish dressing or she would be late. Molly wore a blouse, unbuttoned a little lower than usual, a short skirt and high heels. She shivered as she walked out of the house as the air rushed up her skirt tickling her freshly shaved mound and forcing her nipples to become more erect than possible as her blouse brushed against her roped chest. Molly silently giggled to herself wondering what else she might be feeling after she arrived at Steven's office. With that thought came an intense feeling of fear and excitement all combined together. Molly quickly climbed into the car and drove to her "appointment".

Upon arriving at the office, Molly was ushered into a room to fill out paperwork while she anxiously waited to see Steven. Apparently, he had explained the appointment as such that Molly needed a job. So, following his lead, Molly filled out whatever paperwork was presented to her while shaking in her seat waiting for her Sir to finally introduce himself in person. It finally dawned on her that she was doing what she never thought she would do. Her interest in BDSM and D/s had started as curiosity and interest and she pursued it as such. When Steven entered her life, all of that changed and she was now heading down the path of total submission to her Sir, the man who stirred her within and left her wanting more. With that knowledge, Molly noticed her pussy becoming wet as her juices began trickling from her. She just hoped that no one would notice the puddle forming underneath her or the scent emanating from her opening cunt.

After a few minutes, a man slowly walked into the office behind her. Without turning her head, she knew it was Steven. She felt his strength and dominance in the air around her and timidly turned her head towards him. She quickly looked in his eyes and then forced her eyes downward noticing her heart was beating faster and faster. While Molly took deep breaths to calm herself, Steven smiled as he could see her literally shaking in her chair. He knew of her nervousness, but her shaking somehow made her total submission even more precious to him. In her heart, she wanted him to control her and was pushing through her fear to make it happen. He was proud of her for that and knew assuredly that she was HIS SLUT from this moment forward. 

After formal introductions, for the benefit of those employees watching, Steven casually guided Molly to his office. He told her to sit down and relax while he took his chair never letting his eyes move from hers. The intensity within that office was incredible and increasing with every moment. Steven noticed a faint blush appear on Molly's face and neck and then instructed her to completely unbutton her blouse. As she nervously moved her fingers down her blouse, Steven walked towards her and gently brushed his hands against her sensitive nipples. A slight gasp escaped Molly's lips while she lent into his body wanting to be touched more. He admired her handiwork with the rope and told her so. Without warning, Steven harshly began twisting and tugging her already purple nipples pulling them outwards from her body. She wiggled as he did this trying not to moan knowing there were people working right outside the office. After a few more firm tugs, Steven released her tits and whispered in Molly's ear.

"If you want to leave, you need to do so now as my office is closing and everyone is leaving. If you would like to stay, then get on all fours and crawl under my desk. I want to see those beautiful big bound tits jiggle as you crawl. Oh yeah... I noticed the wet spot you left on the chair and your sex scent in the air. You are as incredibly sexy as I imagined. The choice is yours.... make it now please."

Hearing those words, Molly, without hesitation, dropped to the floor and embarrassingly crawled under Steven's desk awaiting new instructions. Her fears ran through her and she wondered what was going to happen next. There was no turning back for her...she only wanted to move forward into the unknown. Suddenly, Steven sat on his chair and pulled it forward under the desk cramping Molly underneath. He quickly unzipped his trousers and told Molly to lock her hands behind her back and begin sucking him. While Molly eagerly bobbed on his cock, Steven continued on to tell her that she was fulfilling a fantasy of his. Apparently, he always wanted to get head while sitting at his desk and now it was happening. Knowing that he was pleased, forced Molly to start purring while her juices began running down her inner thighs. As Molly began sliding her mouth faster up and down his throbbing member, Steven began moaning in pleasure trying to keep himself from cumming. Yes, he wanted to cum...but he wanted to play more before he did. So, he quickly commanded Molly to stop her ministrations. Upon doing so, Steven lovingly smiled down at her shyly peering from underneath his desk resting her head on his thigh. After a minute or so of comfortable silence, Steven pushed his chair back from his desk and helped Molly stand up. He led her to another office chair, lifted her skirt and admired her creamy white ass. He even took notice of a large patch of discolored skin above the crack of her ass and filed it away in his memory banks as an intimate part of HIS SLUT.

As Steven grabbed a handful of hair, he painfully pulled Molly's head back while easily slipping two fingers into her sopping pussy. He chuckled at the warm squishiness he felt within as she began lustfully thrusting her hips back into his hand. Molly's inner slut was becoming unleashed and he wanted to see her in all her glory. With that thought, he forcefully pushed Molly's head down and removed his fingers from her contracting cunt while she moaned in disappointment. Suddenly, her empty channel was filled with his thick thumb jamming into her swollen pussy eagerly looking for the infamous G spot. Within seconds, he found her G spot and began massaging it quicker and quicker as her purrs became louder and louder. He felt her juicy muscles contract on his thumb as he awaited her impending orgasm. Then, her purrs turned into growls as she began roughly shaking her head back and forth as her climax peaked and slowly washed over her. To Steven's amazement, Molly squirted all over his hand, down her leg and even in her shoe. Her muscles endlessly contracted as her sweet nectar continued flowing from her spent cunt. Once Molly came down from her orgasmic high, Steven swiftly slipped his dripping thumb from Molly. Turning Molly around, he offered his thumb to her for cleaning which she did without being told to do so.

Pleased with her performance, Steven told her to get on all fours in the corner. Happily, Molly did as asked and waved her ass in the air anticipating what was to come. She heard shuffling behind her as Steven's hand grabbed her hips. She gasped in surprise as he shoved a large butt plug in her virgin ass. In previous conversations, Steven had mentioned taking her anal cherry and now he had done so with this unbelievably huge phallus. Molly groaned in pain longing for some kind of relief when she felt the head of Steven's cock teasing her swollen pussy lips. Diverting her attention from her stretching anus, Steven slowly slid his throbbing cock into Molly one inch and a time. Trying to increase her sensory overload, he reached around and rubbed her sensitive clit with one hand while grabbing a tit with the other all the while picking up his fucking pace. Eventually, Molly and Steven met each other thrust for thrust as each began moaning in delight. Unknowingly, Steven grabbed Molly's hips so tightly that he left bruises while pounding her hungry cunt harder and harder. Fucking Steven back, Molly felt his large balls bounce on her engorged clit with each thrust while being reminded of the butt plug every so often by Steven twisting it within her ass. Luckily, the butt plug no longer hurt; it just increased her sensitivity to everything happening to her body. Finally, the electricity increasing between them forced Molly and Steven to intensely cum together leaving both dizzy on the floor in a puddle of their mixed juices.

After catching his breath, Steven lifted Molly's chin, noticing that she was looking downward in embarrassment at her wanton display, and kissed her deeply. He caressed her exhausted body gently and told her never to be embarrassed by her behavior as her display was for him and only him. In fact, he told her to look forward to more of what had just happened as their relationship had just begun in the totally physical sense. Steven went on to explain potential scenes and limits that he wanted to discover with her. She blushed hearing the erotic things that he already had planned to do to her and with her. All Molly could do was lovingly smile and listen while Steven continued describing his future intentions forcing her pussy to throb in slutty anticipation for more. She had found the man who knew her inner desires, wants and needs. All she wanted to do was please him for as long as he would have her. 

Molly and Steven made an effort to see each other when possible. But, unfortunately, due to schedule conflicts, they were not able to see as much of each other as they liked. In a perfect world, they would see each other at least every other day for hours at a time if possible. Of course, this was not a perfect world, so they worked with what they had. Their lack of physical contact only added to Molly's burning desire to submit to him and please him even more so. He was always on her mind whether she was awake or asleep. It did not matter....his name was always on the tip of her tongue and she always felt his phantom caress on her skin causing shivers down her spines. He was an itch that she could not scratch as she was undeniably addicted to him...to his touch...to his kiss. Molly's body yearned for him to touch her leaving a trail of flames on her skin...for him to manipulate her body forcing her to cum for him...pleasing him, as he knew she could only cum for him. She was his slut.




Submissive Blush Ch. 01



After a great deal of anticipation, luck finally awarded them some much needed time together. Last week after matching their schedules accordingly, Steven called Molly and instructed her that they were to spend the entire next Saturday together. Molly was delighted beyond belief and curious as to what her Sir had planned for her. 

"I am so happy Sir that finally we get to see each other again. Where are we going and what will we do," Molly blurted out.

"Does it really matter, my pet"? He responded coolly trying to hide his enthusiasm.

"No Sir. It does not matter at all. I am happy just to be with you. That is all I need." She replied quietly.

"Glad to hear it. I will pick you up around nine am. Dress as usual and bring your bag just in case," He chuckled before hanging the phone up. 

Molly's heart was racing...her head was spinning and her clit was throbbing. "How does he do this to me? I may never know the answer to that." She blushed to herself. She could not imagine a whole day with Sir....she could not believe it. They had spent such limited time together and now they would finally get a whole day. That thought kept reeling in her mind over and over again as Molly lazily lounged on the couch in her silk robe getting noticeably wetter just thinking about him. Before long, she lightly squeezed her large breasts, tweaking her already erect nipples, working herself up even further. She knew that she was not allowed to cum without his permission. But, throughout their relationship, he asked her numerous times to bring herself to the point of excruciating orgasm only to deny her release. He instructed her to do that to remind her that although she was permitted to cum during their online sessions, he only came when he saw her in person. So, in all fairness, Molly kept herself horny for him at all times...in the hopes of unleashing the wanton hussy when she saw him next.

Molly felt her inner animal rearing its ugly head as she slowly slid her right hand down between her heaving breasts, over her tummy and to her freshly shaven mound. All the while, pinching her left nipple between her left thumb and forefinger tightly every so often to illicit a pain and pleasure moan, imaging her Sir biting her nipple and then sucking it ever so gently. That thought forced her hand to creep further down her mound feeling her swollen pussy lips...noticing her engorged clit jutting out from in between them. Leisurely, Molly circled her clit, like Steven had taught her, feeling her sensitivity grow making her slippery cunt open wider and wider for more playful ministrations. She envisioned her Sir playing with her body, forcing her opened for him...hearing her wanton purrs begging him to take her to places that only he could.

As Molly daydreamed of his hot breath on her throbbing pussy, she quickly shoved two fingers into her soaking slit wishing it were his dick pounding away. In her sexual haze, she imagined him banging her from above as she twisted her tits for him, begging for him to bite and suck on them. She suddenly tugged on her sensitive nipples harder and increased her finger fucking pace pushing herself closer to the edge. Suddenly, she hit the wall and knew that she had to stop or she would not be able to turn back. All of the muscles in her body tightened fiercely to the point of painful cramping. She was completely soaked and so close to cumming. But, she refused to go over the edge, knowing that she would displease him. 

Surely, he would not know if she had came or not...but, if she came, would she be able to keep it from him? Or would she feel the need to confess? With all of these thoughts running through her head at light speed, Molly could not control herself any longer and started fucking herself faster and faster in wild abandon....imagining her Sir there with her telling her to go over the edge. The naughty thought of him ordering her to fuck herself while he watched was the last push she needed to hit the wall of orgasmic bliss. A jolt of electricity started from her heated core as she suddenly squirted all of her love juices onto her silk robe...leaving an immense puddle underneath her. Riding her orgasm for all it was worth, Molly's breathing finally slowed down as she mentally returned from her fucking frenzy. Tears welled up within Molly's eyes as she realized what she had done. She knew her behavior would displease her Sir...but now she did not know what she would do about it. Tell him or not?