2 comments/ 36560 views/ 1 favorites Talon's Downfall By: taknbistorm ***** I would just like to say before you read this, that this is only a fictional story. In no way do I ever condone domestic violence on any person be they Woman, Man or Child. If you are offended by anything to do with domestic violence please stop reading now. This story is not meant to offend anyone.***** Hello there, my name is Talon. I want to take a few moments to talk to you before my husband comes in. My husbands name is Devlin. You might be wondering why I am laying here, tied spread eagled to this bed, in this strange room. I want to tell you about where I am and how I got to be here. If you want you can stick around when my husband comes in but you must be quiet. Ok? Where I should I start? I know, how about where I am. I am in Devlin's playroom. That's what he calls it anyway. The room is painted in a deep shade of purple. It has two built in wardrobes. One is filled with toys and clothes, Devlin told me. The other holds his work tools, as there are additions he would like to make. Along the wall there are chains with locks for hands and feet. Some more dangle from the roof. There is a table in the right hand corner of the room. The only other furniture is the double bed. (The Infamous Bed) Along the walls are shelves that hold burning candles. These candles are the only source of light in the room. He built this room about 1 month ago, soon after he found me in bed with another man. What a sticky mess that was! Oh...hehehe well the pun wasn't meant, but it is appropriate. Anyway, there I am in bed with my lover having a wild old time, finally after we both had climaxed I heard a voice. It was my husband. He had been watching the whole time! I have never seen a man move so fast but when Devlin growled and made moves towards my lover, he just picked up his pants and hightailed it. My husband followed him all the way to the door. This allowed me to at least get dressed, although when I look back at it, it seems ridiculous that my first thought was to get dressed. I was standing in my t-shirt when my husband strode back through our bedroom door. "You Bitch!" He snarled at me. Devlin strode towards me, every step was taking him closer to me and I started to back away, suddenly fearful of what was going to happen. I backed away as far as I could until I banged into the wall behind me. His face was like thunder, he was furious with me. I held my hands in front of my body to protect myself as I was unsure just what he was going to do. He stood looking at me with contempt, as if I was dirt beneath his feet. I have to tell you that I was already feeling bad that I had got caught and now the guilt was coming. I had hurt this man and I could see it. I lifted my hand to his face and said softly "Oh Devlin, I'm sorry." Devlin slapped my hand away and I could see the red mark already forming on the back of my hand. "Sorry? You're sorry? Not half as sorry as I am Talon." He stood there staring at me; his steel grey eyes locked with my brown tear filled ones. "Tears? Why? Because you got caught?" He sneered at me. I was shaking my head back and forth vehemently denying his accusation. "Oh please, don't tell me its because you love me and never meant to hurt me. Please Talon spare me. You always were dramatic." Devlin's voice was full of contempt. "What are you going to do Devlin?" I asked. Fear had my mind racing, all I could think was that he was going to leave me. And honestly, who could blame him? I was in our bed with another man. I don't really know why the affair started anyway. Boredom is such a lame excuse. With his face inches from mine, Devlin said nothing to me. Instead his hands reached out for my shirt and in an instant I felt the tearing of the material as it dug into my skin where it was ripping. I cried out that it hurt but Devlin didn't care, he kept ripping until the seams had given way and I was standing before him naked. He grabbed me and practically dragged me into the shower. The water was cold and I stood there shivering, not daring to leave the shower or to complain. One look at my husbands face told me that wouldn't be wise. Finally the water heated up and Devlin handed me a flannel and brand new soap. He told me to scrub every inch of my dirty body and watched to make sure I did exactly what I was told. I was ordered to scrub my breasts, my pert little nipples were sticking out and very sore by the time I was allowed to stop. My pussy felt very tender as the flannel ran back and forth over my private parts. I was told to turn around and Devlin watched as I washed my arsehole again and again. I washed with soap inside my pussy sticking it as far in as I could go, all the time Devlin watched me with a hard determined look on his face. At last, I was allowed to leave the shower, however I was not allowed to have a towel and I stood in front of Devlin dripping and naked. I was watching his face, trying to figure out what Devlin had planned for me, but his face was inscrutable. He stood there, staring at me, while my breasts heaved as I grew more and more anxious. His eyes rested on them before he looked further down to the pink lips that hid the part of my body that had gotten me to this point. Even while Devlin stared at me I saw a moment of longing his eyes, a mere flicker, but it was enough to give me hope. He raised his hands and stroked my wet hair, and I moved my head to enjoy the feel of his touch. I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself as Devlin's other hand rose to my nipple and started to rub his hand roughly over the very tip. I felt myself growing wetter, as the hand stroking my hair trailed a drop of water, following its path towards my other breast. Devlin's strong hands grasped each of my tits, massaging them as the pleasure started to grow inside me. I sighed and my head started to move back on its own accord exposing my throat to a lovers kiss. Suddenly my head snapped back up as an intense pain filled my senses. I looked down and saw that Devlin's hands were squeezing my breasts tighter, and tighter. I cried out and tried to move away, but Devlin was having none of that. He brought his foot behind me, and I had no choice but stand still or fall hard to bathroom-tiled floor. I stood still whimpering, and begging for Devlin to stop. The pain was becoming unbearable, and I looked down and saw that they were turning a very dark red where the oxygen wasn't getting thru properly. Devlin squeezed until I screamed and then he stopped. The pain when he released me was just as bad and I longed to sink to the floor. Instead I stood there trying to rub my tits better. Devlin grabbed my arms and pinned them to my side. He then swung me around and marched me towards the bed. I was pushed face first into the mattress and stuck my hands out to stop the fall. It didn't matter and I felt my teeth rattle in my head. I heard my husband undoing his pants and thought that Devlin's form of punishment might just be to use me, fuck me hard and rough and teach me a lesson. I thought I could handle that, if it is what it took to make him forgive me. I turned to say something to him and as I did I saw too late what was coming my way. THWACK! A deep burning pain was immediate. And the belt withdrew, as Devlin raised his arm once again. I screamed and tried to move, but Devlin grabbed my ankle, and told me to keep still. His tone was very frightening and I lay there wondering how I was going to get of this. "Please Devlin, I promise, never again." I begged. "I'm so sorry. I don't even know why I did it. He means nothing to me. Devlin, you, you mean everything. Please Devlin stop this. It hurts." Devlin said nothing, but actions speak louder than words sometimes, and the arm was lowered again, this time savagely and I screamed louder than I ever have before. I felt sure that I had been cut. The force of the hit was so hard. I writhed all over the bed. My hands were holding onto my arse and I was sobbing deeply. I felt the blood as my hand traced along the wound. But Devlin wasn't thru. This time I felt it on my thigh. I saw the 2-inch red line forming, and knew that I was not going to be able to take much more. Devlin grabbed hold of me and brought my hands behind my back. He then held me as he raised his hand and smacked me with his hand. I swear by the time he had finished my arse was tingling, burning and bleeding. I lay there sobbing. I was past the point of crying out or pleading for this to stop. Devlin released his grip on my hands, and I suddenly realised that my hands had grown numb. The circulation coming back did not ease the incredible pain I was under. Devlin rose and got off the bed. I lay there sobbing. I wanted to move, but as soon as I tried to my body started to protest. I collapsed back onto the bed, buried my head into the blanket and cried. I felt a tugging on my ankles and I was being drawn to the edge of the bed. Once my knees were near the edge of the mattress Devlin was satisfied. It showed my arse with the bruises already starting to form. He smacked me lighter than he had before but it didn't matter. Pain was pain by that time. It was hard to distinguish which hit was worse than the last. I felt hands prying my arse cheeks further and then felt something cold. I jerked away suddenly realising what was going to happen. I tried desperately to persuade him not to. I was begging. My eyes were sore from the tears I was shedding. My nose was running and I was sniffing a lot. "Devlin. No, you know we have talked about this. Occasionally a finger yes, but not you. It hurts. You know it does. We have tried before. I'll do anything else, anything! Just please not that." "Talon, I don't give a shit what you will or will not do. Honestly do you really think I would care? You're so willing to go and fuck any guy you see. I bet you give it to anybody who approaches you. You're such a slut. And you know what I think about sluts, they are just dirty little pieces of trash. I should make you a t-shirt up that says "Will fuck anyone -try me today." He was working himself into a fine rage by now. "So here is a news flash for you, Bitch. I am going to fuck you when I want, how I want and where I want. You will always say yes. You want to be a slut Talon, you will be. My slut. I will treat you with the respect you deserve –none! Now get your arse back here or I will flog it a second time!" I couldn't believe it. My husband was saying this to me? Ok, so I had slept with James, it was only a fling. And so was Daniel. So twice I have cheated? All right three, no biggie. But I had never let them fuck me in the arse before. Devlin made moves towards me and I realised there was no way out of this bedroom. The look on Devlin's face said it was going to happen one way or another. I conceded and scuttled back towards him. When I was finally in a position that Devlin felt happy with, he said me, "Because I still loved you, I will use some lubrication." I thought about asking him if he loved me enough to stop, but before I could speak I felt the head of his cock on the rim of my anus. Automatically I started to tense up. "This will only hurt more if you tense up Talon. Relax and it will be better for you." I tried to concentrate on my breathing. Focus on anything but what was happening. When Devlin thought I had relaxed enough he forced the head of his shaft into the entrance of my arsehole. It hurt so much! My arse was being stretched further than it ever had before. My breathing became erratic again as I tried to move away from Devlin. I changed my mind. Let him flog me. Not this tho. God no! Devlin grabbed my waist and, with a giant tug pulled me towards him, causing him to impale my anus up to the base of his 7-inch cock. I screamed I couldn't help it. "Oh God! Devlin! Devlin it hurts, please Devlin stop, I love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please Devlin! No don't move, please stay still let me get adjusted to you at least. Devlin? Devlin you're hurting my arse where you smacked me and made me bleed. Please don't go in so deep. Oh please.... No no no, Devlin, Devlin!" After a while I stopped pleading with Devlin he was deaf to my pleas and he kept on pounding away behind me. The feel of his skin rubbing on my painfully sore, whipped body was blotting out all other pain, until Devlin withdrew part way from my arse. When he did that I felt unexplainable pleasure. The stretching feeling was till there and it hurt, but not as bad as it first did. I began to dread the impaling but long for the withdrawing. My pussy was starting itch and I longed to be fucked there too. Nervously I asked Devlin if he would stick his fingers in my pussy or rub my clit. Instead of responding Devlin increased the hardness and quickness of his thrusts and before long I felt a hot moistness inside of my bowels. As Devlin withdrew from me his trail of semen followed. He scooped it up as it dribbled from out of my arsehole. He then bent forward and rubbed it into my hair and along my face. At the same time he said, "I christen you to be Slut. From this moment on if I call you Slut you will answer, regardless of where we are or whom we are with. Once a month you will be punished for your indiscretion. I have already made up my mind what it is to be." He paused for effect and then continued. "Once a month you will be given to a person of my choosing. You will submit to their every whim, no matter what it is you are asked to do. If you fail to do this you will be whipped and punishment will increase to twice a month until I feel you have learned your lesson. If you want to leave you can do so now. You still have a choice, but if you continue to live with me then you will agree to any condition that I have set or will set in the future. Is that clear?" I nodded my head, I had heard what he Devlin had said, and I knew the choice was mine. I decided I had to think about it. I heard Devlin grab his pants and leave the room. At the door he turned and looked at me. "Oh, and by the way, I will be in the room at all times." With that, he left the room. I lay there on the bed crying over the feeling of used and abused. Thoughts turned in my head as I recalled what Devlin had just told me. I decided to give it a try. To try to take this on so that my husband could forgive me and we could move on. If my husband wanted to watch me being fucked by other men, then so be it. I was rather intrigued although wary of the part about submitting to their every wish. But for Devlin, I would try. So. Here I am tied to the bed awaiting my punishment. This is the first time for me. Like I said you can watch if you like. You just have to be quiet so Devlin doesn't see. Here, hide in the closet. No! Not that one. That's the one with the toys. He will find you. Yes, go in the next one. That's it. Just remember shhhh! Quiet now, here he comes. Talon's Downfall Ch. 02 Excerpt from Chapter One "Once a month you will be given to a person of my choosing. You will submit to their every whim, no matter what it is you are asked to do. If you fail to do this you will be whipped and punishment will increase to twice a month until I feel you have learned your lesson. If you want to leave you can do so now. You still have a choice, but if you continue to live with me then you will agree to any condition that I have set or will set in the future. Is that clear?" I nodded my head, I had heard what he Devlin had said, and I knew the choice was mine. "Oh, and by the way, I will be in the room at all times." Chapter 2: It's Time. The playroom door swung open creaking, as it got wider. A set of fingers appeared as a hand helped the door swing slowly further open. At last Devlin walked through the door and approached where I lay on the bed, tied and waiting, in the shadows of the scattered candles. The smell of jasmine incense was in the room. I must admit, I am nervous and wary and I wonder if I have made the right decision in staying. Devlin gave me the choice of whether to go or stay, maybe I should have gone. As my husband slowly made his way towards me I tried to read his face carefully. I couldn't see through the darkness of the room, but as he approached where I lay bound, the familiar characteristics that I had known for so many years became clearer. His face held an almost sadistic smile that reached his steel grey eyes. "Talon, I will give you one more opportunity to leave, if you decide to leave, the divorce papers will be waiting for you on Monday to sign. If you decide to stay I will accept no complaint or defiance from you. Is this understood?" I nodded my head, I could not speak my mouth had gone dry. Divorce? I didn't want a divorce! I didn't want this either though. I tried to bring enough saliva to my mouth to at least try to talk to this man. "Devlin." I began in a raspy voice. "Devlin, please I have apologised so many times! Isn't there some way we can work all this out? I don't want us to get a divorce! Can't you forgive me and we can move on?" Devlin shook his head almost ruefully. "Talon are you really that stupid? Did you think I didn't know about James already? Or Daniel, or Pete? My friends told me what you were like I just refused to listen. Maybe that was my fault too, but you must carry most of the blame. It was not me who was unfaithful. It was not me who destroyed the trust in this relationship. It was YOU!" I turned my head away and closed my eyes. I couldn't admit that he was right. A strong hand reached out and my head was forcibly turned so I was looking straight into my husband's eyes. Every time I moved my eyes away, he shook my head. Eventually I felt compelled to meet his gaze. My eyes started to tear up I couldn't help it. I kept blinking in an effort to stop myself from bawling. The ice in his voice chilled me to the bone. His honesty was brutal. "For all of our marriage I have treated you like a Queen. I have given you everything you asked for. I've worked my arse off to make sure you have everything you want, from the jewellery you wear to the expensive brand name clothes on your back." "You lack for nothing, you never have. You have taken, but you have never given anything in return, except heartache. Well, I have had enough! Again, I will give you the chance to leave. You have ten seconds to make up your mind. If by the time I have finished counting you still haven't said anything I will take it as your consent." He let go of my cheeks, allowing me to move my head. I watched him as he slowly stood up. His eyes roamed my body and I felt very exposed. "TEN. NINE. EIGHT." "What have I done?" I thought to myself. How could things have gotten this far out of hand? They were only flings. Fun, while my husband was at work. A little bit of ME time. Did I really want to do this now that it had come to this moment? I really am unsure. Was I prepared to let my husband watch while another man fondles me, touches me, fucks me? I am not keen on being my husbands Slut, let alone a stranger's. "THREE. TWO. ONE!" "Time is up Talon." Devlin stood there, staring down on me, a peculiar smile on his face, as I realised, too late, that he had stopped counting. "Well. Lets get on with this then, shall we?" Devlin said, almost conversationally. Devlin laid a strip of red silk between the cleft of my breasts and trailed it down until it hid my cleanly shaven pussy. His hand touched my clit as he positioned the silken strip to a place he was happy with. An electric thrill ran through me and I hissed out loud. This was the first time that I had been touched anywhere sexually since that fateful day and I could feel myself grow wetter with each brush of his hand. That isn't to say that Devlin had gone with out. I've now given more head jobs in the last month than I have in the whole five years of our marriage. I have learnt how to deep throat with gagging. Well almost. I have never enjoyed that really tangy hot strong taste of cum, yet I've been made to sit with it in my mouth for what seemed like hours and then told to swallow. The first time, I nearly threw up. I have now learned to swallow without wanting to vomit afterwards. My tits have been covered with more cum than a Sperm Donor Storage Facility. Devlin has forbidden me from touching myself, and I must admit, this has been very hard for me to cope with. The times my fingers do stray I am too wary to really enjoy it and I stop, not willing to take the risk of angering this man again. My arse fortunately for me, has been spared any type of invasion. Finally the silk is in place. I look down and think in the candlelight, I don't look too bad. My belly looks flat and my breasts look perky. Devlin steps back to admire his handy work. He seems satisfied by the look that he has created. "There is just one more thing needed". Devlin said to me, and from out of his jeans pocket he brought a blindfold. Immediately I was in total darkness and could only rely on my other four senses. I felt very on edge. I heard him leave the room and shut the door. I have no idea how long I waited. It gave me a chance to reflect on what he said. Was I really that selfish and spoilt? OK so I like the finer things in life. I like things that have quality and look great. OK so I get bored easily and I enjoy wearing new jewellery, and love new clothes. I really enjoy it when people come over to my house and say, "Oh Talon you are so lucky, you have a husband who is devoted to you, a beautiful house with everything you could ever wish for. You always look so beautifully dressed, and I just love that new bracelet you are wearing." And yes, I admit that I do like to have sex with different men. Now I had to face up to the truth and see that, perhaps I did push things a little too far. Maybe, I can try not sleeping with other guys while my hubby is at work. Maybe, just maybe, I need to find another hobby. Eventually I heard our doorbell ring. I strained to hear more, but it was pointless the sounds were all muffled. I heard footsteps approach the playroom and the door swung open. Vaguely I thought someone needed to oil the squeaky hinge. It unnerved me. Not one word was spoken as I heard footsteps walk towards where I lay, bound, blindfolded and defenceless. I was in the process of asking who was there with Devlin, I thought I had a right to know, but as soon as my mouth opened a round ball shape quickly sealed it. My head was roughly pulled upwards and the sound of a clip was heard. I had been gagged as well as blindfolded. My stomach was in hyper drive with butterflies that seemed to be doing races inside me. I was starting to panic and my breathing was severely hampered by the ball in my mouth. My nostrils were flaring as I was breathing heavier and heavier, hyperventilating. No one helped me. I felt hands touching me and recognised the feel of the calloused digits as fingertips ran up and down my body. My breathing started to calm down when I realised it was Devlin who was stroking me. From the tip of my pussy to my breasts, around the nipples, tracing lightly. Upwards and downwards they went until I was moaning as much as I could behind the gag. Suddenly I felt other fingers touching me. The feel of the skin was softer and there were...what the? Long fingernails? A woman? Talon's Downfall Ch. 03 Excerpts from Chapter 2 I felt hands touching me and recognised the feel of the calloused digits as fingertips ran up and down my body. My breathing started to calm down when I realised it was Devlin who was stroking me. From the tip of my pussy to my breasts, around the nipples, tracing lightly. Upwards and downwards they went until I was moaning as much as I could behind the gag. Suddenly I felt other fingers touching me. The feel of the skin was softer and there were...what the? Long fingernails? A woman? * Talon's Downfall Pt 3 In the here and now. Frantically I started to thrash my head from side to side in a definite negative motion. I tried to move out of the way of this woman's hands on me. I have slept with quite a few men I admit that, but never a woman! This wasn't right! Devlin didn't say anything about watching a woman have sex with me. But then again, Devlin never said it would be a man either. Oh Fuck! I was still thrashing my head and my body was jerking all over the place when I felt the sting of a thin hard piece of what could have been wood. The force, the pain and the surprise made my body arch high up as reflex took my body over. Desperately I tugged at the bindings on my feet and hands, but I just wasn't pulling hard enough or, perhaps that was the problem, because the harder I tugged the tighter the straps seem to get. I was screaming behind the gag. My thigh was on fire! What ever it was that had hit me hurt like hell! The woman's voice interrupted my enthrallment with the pain I was under, it was a deep, husky voice, that was also strong and her tone told me she would brook no messing around by me. I was fairly sure it was she who had hit me. "Talon, listen to me carefully." I listened. I tried to calm my breathing, forget the burning feeling. My chest was heaving as I concentrated on the voice above me. One hit was all it had taken. "You are here because you have been a very, very naughty girl." Her tone was almost playful. The whip, I am pretty sure, is being trailed up from my feet, that twitch out of reflex, to my knees. Here, it pauses and begins to make circular trails of my kneecap. This is another ticklish spot. Has Devlin told her all my secrets? And what did she mean by "I've been a very naughty girl?" By now I feel the thin piece of wood at my thigh, being pressed harder into my body leaving red scratch marks on my pale skin. I wince as the thin cord of wood is running across the red line that had formed after I had been flogged that first time. "Yes, a very naughty girl. You're husband has told me all about you. This pussy has been well used from what I hear. I can't wait to find out for myself." The Mysterious Lady went on. I felt the lash as it ran across my clit. I tried not to enjoy the feel of pressure even for a few seconds on my tender button. The silken material enhanced the pleasure for me. The smoothness of the fabric was a complete contradiction to the rough feeling of the lash. Across and back. Left to right. Over and around. The whip kept a constant movement and I was soon writhing as much as my bonds would allow. I was really starting to enjoy the feel of my clit being manipulated in any way. Suddenly the lash ceased abruptly. "Slut." The voice was my husbands. I cannot describe how humiliated I felt. It was a deep intense shame that flooded me to the very depths of my being. I knew my body had turned a bright red, as I could feel the burning of my cheeks, my heart was racing. A thousand scattered thoughts were swimming thru my head. The teasing started again, this time tracing around the outline of my breasts, making zig zagging patterns that just touched the nipple. Instantly they seemed to harden as the silk was moved over my skin. "Tonight we are going to see just how much of a slut you can be." The Lady went on. "You are going to learn how to please a woman. You are going to lick my pussy and suck my clit till I tell you to stop. If you refuse you will receive ten strokes on your bare arse. If you do not please me, you will receive ten strokes. If you do not obey any instruction that is given to you, you will receive ten strokes. I am going to fuck your well-used cunt until I have had enough. Your pleasure means nothing to me. If you cum before you are given permission you will get ten strokes. If the whip ceases to give you enthusiasm for your new found position then, be assured slut, I have many more accessories to, shall we say, keep you on track?" Oh my! My head was swirling. I had heard what this woman had said to me, I was horrified and mystified, and very, very horny. "I am going to remove the gag from you, on the understanding that you will not talk before you are given permission. The blindfold will remain. You are to answer in a respectful manner at all times. You will address your husband as Master and myself as Lady at all times. If you do not answer us in a satisfactory time or you refuse to answer you will be whipped. If you do not use our titles you will be whipped. Nod if you understand me." There was so much to take in! But I nodded as quickly as I could. I did not want to be whipped. I felt hands around my head and I heard the gag being unclipped. Suddenly my mouth was free, although my jaw was aching from the force of having it wide for so long. "slut." Said the Lady's voice. "Are you aware of what we are doing here?" "I am being punished." I replied in a small voice. THWACK! "Arrrrrgghhhh!" I screamed. My other thigh was on fire. "I am being punished by who? To whom are you speaking? Use my title." "Lady! I am being punished by my Master, Lady!" I screamed. Oh God the pain. "Much better." She said. "Your Master tells me that you are here of your own free will, I would like to hear it from you. Are you here because you truly want to be?" "Dev- I mean Master! Master said that as punishment I must do what He says, when He says. That if I didn't want to do this He will divorce me. I don't want a divorce. I love my hus- Master very much, Lady." "That is not the question slut, the question is do you WANT to be here? Do you understand what you are getting into?" "I want my marriage, it is important to me. Do I want to be tied to this bed, blindfolded and helpless, not really; but I will do what I must to prove that I love my Master." "slut, I am a Dominatrix, I take pleasure in control and discipline. I expect you to fight me to some degree, as this is part of the challenge for me. I will use you for my own enjoyment; you are here for my amusement only. Your desires will not matter to me. I will play with your body until I am ready to stop. I will spank you if I feel the urge, but I promise you that in giving me my pleasure, you will also receive it." Here the Lady paused. Her fingers ran across my stomach in light fluttery motions. "But it is not going to be as easy as you may think. Oh yes, I will give you sexual release, but to receive it you must earn it. I am not a harsh Mistress, and I always use safe words. If at any point in time you feel that you cannot cope then use this word and I will cease what I am doing. Know though, that a safe word is only for use when you think you are in danger, or, the pain gets too much. I will not stop what I am doing just because you cannot take a few smacks to the backside. Your safe word is Ocean. It is there for your protection. Repeat this word back to me and tell me what its meaning is, so I know that you have listened and understood." Hesitantly I began, "My safe word is Ocean Lady. A safe word is there to stop you hurting me. If I think I can not take anymore." As I spoke these last few words I realised that I did have some protection, if this Lady meant what she said. Internal relief rushed through me in a wave of optimism as I thought it wouldn't be to bad if I could stop at anytime. "So, you know what a Dominatrix is, but do you know what a Slave is?" The Lady asked me, as I felt her put her knee on the bed next to mine. Around this time her hands found there way to start caressing my arms, and around my neck. The light touches were distracting as I applied my self to concentrating on her words. "Being a slave for some people is what they want the most in the world. To live and serve another person they love and trust very much. It is an honourable position to have, and slaves are genuinely happy with the lives they are leading. For some, being a slave is a release, a way of letting go of control, because they are always in control. It is not only about the whips and the chains and the leathers that seem to be the vanilla way of viewing it. Although, admittedly they do have their part. Most of it is not the sex involved at all; we don't all go around having sex 24 hours a day after all. A slave, or submissive is someone who takes care of their Master or Mistress, as it is the role of the Master or Mistress to care for the slave. I am here to teach you both how a Master or Mistress is to treat a slave, and how you slut, can become good in you new found path." "Have you any questions for me slut?" she asked me. "Lady, I am scared. I hear what you say, but I don't want to be whipped or anything like that. The last time my Master did that it hurt so much, and I carried bruises for days. Will you be going near my backside, because if you are can I beg you not to please?" At the thought of remembering the pain from my first punishment a flood of tears swamped my eyes. "Sshhh." She soothed. "Your Master told me what had happened, and while I can not say that all Masters are not like that, if I am instructing new clients, then I make sure that none of that happens that I am aware of. slut, your Master lost control that day, however you had lost control long before he did. No one should be taken with force. A D/s relationship is very complex but the Master/Mistress must remain in control at all times. While I can not promise that you wont leave with bruises from today's lesson I can tell you that it will get easier to bear it, and soon you will see them as a mark of love, not hate or anger." Her fingertips started to gather strength as she moved her caresses along my body. "Now, I would like to see the merchandise on offer to me." With that I felt her move her body down so that she was level with my thighs. I felt my pussy lips being moved apart as she inspected me. I heard her inhale and felt the end of her nose close to my lovehole. "That's one very sexy smell you have here slut." She told me huskily. I felt her hands probe further, as they ran a trail on the inside of my labia. Her fingers continued to pry my lips aside, until she reached my clit. There her other hand began to massage me sending spikes of pleasure through my body. I squirmed as much as my limited movement would allow. Her fingers started to alternate pressure, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and gentle. My breathing started to get faster, my chest heaved, I was moaning and writhing. I felt juices running down the crack of my arse cheeks and experienced a moment of embarrassment before the pleasure came to the fore and I was once again into the here and now. All the while she was touching me she was talking to me as well. "You like this don't you? You like me playing with your pussy? You want my fingers deep inside your hot little cunt don't you? You like the way my fingers are touching your clit? You like it hard like this?" I moaned and gasped as she continued her ministrations to my clit. It must have been the only answer she needed as she chuckled and spoke once more. "Mmmm yeah I thought you would. How about this then, nice and slow?" I could not help but try to open my legs even further. "Oh slut you just cant get enough can you?" Her fingers were pulling on the hood of my clit and soon had exposed the hard little button to the cool air and more importantly, to her wants and desires. Two fingers grasped either side of my hard uncovered clit, and squeezed, hard. I gasped, trying to escape the manipulation, as my clit was released. Squeeze, release. Squeeze, release. Until I was writhing and moaning, pleading for it to stop. "I asked you a question slut. In fact I asked you several. I didn't hear you answer any of them. Well, I am sure that you will start to remember soon enough that I expect an answer when I question you." "Bring me the small flat plastic paddle." I heard her demand. "Yes, that one. Thank you." The bed rose as she removed her weight and I could feel this Ladies presence as she came and stood next to me. The silken material was removed from my breasts and my nipples started to harden from the cool air and the added knowledge that my body was being viewed. "Keep still." She warned. Suddenly I felt a sharp stinging pain on my left tit. I barely had chance to react when I felt another on my right breast. Restraint was not in my head at that moment, and I forgot her warning to keep still. I moved away as far as I could, but it wasn't very far at all. I was still within easy reach as the spatula once again confirmed. I heard it move towards me and felt the connection as it once again flayed my body in sharp stinging motions. I could not predict which breast was going to be inflicted upon. I could not anticipate from which angle the slap would be laid as the paddle continued to assault both of my breasts. By the time the Lady had finished I lay breathing heavily, trying to contain the sobs that wished to be released. I sensed the Lady bending towards me and I wondered what was coming next, when I felt her mouth enclose my right nipple and suck gently. The burning, stinging sensation combined with the sucking and pressure around my nipple once again brought me back to sensual reality. Her mouth moved towards my left breasts and my body arched in its own accord to receive her moist mouth. Instead, or perhaps because I had anticipated it, she moved away from me and with a chuckle said "Slut." Once again I felt myself blushing. "Now I will ask those questions of you again, shall I? This time slut, I want you to answer." I waited. "Did you enjoy me looking at your cunt?" Oh God. "Yes Lady, I liked you looking at my cunt." I whispered that last word. I could barely believe I was saying it to myself, never mind a woman I had not ever met before. "Louder! I want to hear what you have to say to me! I didn't ask you to whisper did I? We will try again. I can see you have a lot of training ahead of you slut. Did you like me playing with your clit, did you want me to fuck your pussy with my fingers?" "Yes Lady, I enjoyed you playing with my clit. Yes Lady I really wished you were fucking my pussy!" I cried out. "Better slut. Much better. But it isn't enough. You have disobeyed me quite a few times now and although you have been punished already, during that you still disobeyed because you could not keep still. On top of that I have told you to speak loudly and to give me answers when I wanted them. Help me." She said. I heard my Master approach and my ankles were released from their bonds. As soon as the ties were undone, the material bracelets were replaced by cold steel and I heard the cuffs as each clasp was latched. My hands also were unbound and again cuffed. I was led, shuffling towards another section of the room. Here, I was stopped and told to raise my arms above my head. I did what I was told to and held my arms high in the air. I was conscious of the look my body would have as I stood there naked before the man I loved and this dominating woman. I was told to put my arms down and to kneel down on the floor. This I did as quickly as I could. She came and stood before me. "slut, you have been disobedient. You have on many occasions not answered my questions even when given instructions on how to answer. Even worse when you allowed yourself to be so caught up in getting your cunt fucked that you did not answer me at all. You were told to keep still, and yet you could not do that. You were instructed on which names to use when speaking to either your Mistress or Master, you could not do that either. You deserve to be punished slut. That little arse of yours deserves to be turned bright red, the burning will be a reminder to you that you will do what you are told when you are told." I felt her move closer to me until her crotch was near my face. I could smell her female juices from where I was kneeling. I wondered just how turned on this woman was. I was going to get my answer as I felt her hand on the back of my head, moving my face towards her moist core. With a jolt I realised this Lady wore no clothes and my nose was pushed between her moist cracks. "I will give you a chance to lessen your punishment. I know you have not ever tasted a woman, I hope you are a fast learner. Make me cum, if you do I will take five strokes of my whip off your punishment." I opened my mouth and my tongue slipped out from between wet lips, lips that were wet mainly from the Ladies juices. Her taste was totally different to my husband. Her juices less, the only word that comes to mind is, strong. After a few hesitating licks her hand forced my mouth harder onto her feminine core. My licks became harder and longer, I began to get into a rhythm of dipping my tongue briefly into her sopping wetness and then sliding all the way up to her clit, stopping to circle her nub with my tongue before journeying all the way back down to her ripe opening. My mouth began to fill with her juices and my saliva, I needed to swallow and yet I sensed that she wasn't ready for me to stop what I was doing. Her hand guided my head and when I dipped my tongue into her pussy after another tongue tour of her self, her hand seized my head and held it there. I could only stick my tongue further into her pussy. I fucked her with my tongue as hard and as fast as I could. She started to grind herself into my face as her hips moved faster. I could feel her clit as she mashed herself to me. My face was becoming wetter as she used me to bring herself to orgasm. I felt the warm wet gush as it landed in my mouth. I sucked and drank as much as I could of this woman. Her pussy felt hot and smooth. Finally she released her grip on me and pushed me back. I lay there panting and swallowing. Every swallow a reminder of what I had just done. "That was very good slut. You have done well. Stand up now." I stood on wobbly legs, still trying to get my breath back and my body under control. My own pussy was throbbing. I was so turned on at this point, I longed to have some kind of release. "Raise your arms again slut." I raised my arms and heard the chains of my cuffs being attached to a chain from above. "slut. You were very good for someone who has never sucked another woman's pussy. Maybe you have been keeping secrets all along." I was shaking my head back and forth denying her allegation. Her fingers found my own pussy and began to stroke my clit. I moaned and my legs buckled. I could not help but move myself on her hands as I tried desperately to cum. Her voice came just next to my ear as she said "No." Her fingers left me and I hear her walk away. Soon she was back, and she told me what was going to happen next. "Your little arse is going to be whipped with this." I felt a wooden paddle between my legs, sliding its way to nestle with the crack of my pussy lips. She used the paddle to rub on my clit as she continued. "Before you sucked my pussy so well, I told you were to be punished. I also gave you a chance to lessen that punishment. You succeeded. So, instead of getting twenty smacks with my friend here, you will receive fifteen. You are to count each contact, loudly and proudly." Talon's Downfall Ch. 03 My wobbly knees almost collapsed as I imagined each smack. But even more, I was enjoying the contact made to me by the paddle. I began to move back and forth, glad for the movement, the opportunity to find my release. "You really can't get enough can you?" The Lady chuckled. I opened my mouth to speak but her fingers touched my lips as in a shush motion. The paddle stopped. She moved away and behind me. I was not prepared when she raised her arm and let the paddle connect with my bare backside. "OUCH!" I cried. "That is incorrect slut. It is ONE!" Her voice was hard and angry. "We will begin again. Try to get this right, dear; you don't want to undo all that good work from your previous effort. You could be licking my pussy all night, however as tempting as that sounds that is not for tonight." Her voice was patronising as she spoke to me. I hate being called 'Dear'. This time I was more prepared. The moment that piece of wood connected with my arse I called out loudly "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" I continued on with every slap. My arse was very sore, but I dared not move in case I angered this woman more. "FIFTEEN!" I managed to call out when finally the blows came to an end. I stood, whimpering, the cheeks of my arse felt like they were on fire. It was stinging and sore. I felt her leave me and heard her going through the toy closet. Soon she returned to once again take her stance behind me. This time I felt her rubbing my sore arse. The smooth felt like material was moved gently over my stinging arse. Every touch was a paradox as it hurt and felt nice all at the same time. I was groaning, each time the felt moved in circular motions around my sore bottom. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have acknowledged how really good that felt. It stopped. Briefly. The Lady used her hand to smack my arse. The material was then rubbed back over the offended arse cheek. Smack! Rub. Smack! Rub. My head was a swirling mass of emotion. How could something that hurt feel so good? This was nothing like the time Devlin had taken me roughly. The hardness combined with softness. My pussy was dripping. I knew this because I could feel it running down my legs. I was so turned on right now. Someone approached me and the smell told me that it was my Master. He released my bonds, and rubbed my arms with the same cloth the Lady was using behind me. I felt her press herself up against my back as she continued her caresses on my arse, I could feel her breasts as they rubbed up against me. Master stepped away from me at the same time the Lady withdrew her support. I was left standing naked, handcuffed by my hands and feet. Smacked and turned on. "Get on your knees slut." She commanded. I knelt down. "Crawl to me, follow the sound my voice. Turn left a little. Yes keep turning. Stop now. Move straight girl." It was very hard to do in cuffs. The chains gave me limited movent in my hands and I had to keep my feet higher in the air than normal. Eventually I worked out an easier way and kept following her directions. "That's it keep coming, you're getting closer. Keep coming slut. You should see the way your tits sway when you move. It looks very sexy. Stop right there slut. Lean up now. Wiggle your tits for me. Yeah shake them little titties. That looks so hot. Move your legs apart let me see your pussy. That's it. Take your hands and play with your tits. Pinch your nipples, harder, harder. You like that, don't you?" "Yes Lady, I love my tits being played with." "That's enough now. Continue crawling. Move straight." I kept going. The carpet under my knees and hands felt rough and sore. I wasn't used to crawling. Her voice was getting closer and closer until I was between her legs. I thought I was to stop, but that wasn't the case as she said "Closer." I moved and inch. "Closer." Another inch. "Keep going till I tell you to stop slut or you will be sorry." I kept moving until I had to stop. I was forced to when I could go no further and my face was pushed up against her pussy. I kept my face still. Not daring to move in any way. "Eat me." She commanded. I dove in tasting her hot woman juices. Drinking and feasting on the clit before me, on the lips that surrounded this wonderful erotic pleasure was decadence. The pussy that continued to overflow with fluid gave me thrills that went from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Never had I felt this way before. My own pussy was hurting from the physical need and wants of its own and all that I wished for I gave to this woman. My tongue began to fuck her pussy. I drove myself as far inside her as I could go. I continued picking up speed as I went. My tongue was getting sore from maintaining this pressure, but I did not want to stop. I just wanted to continue doing what felt so fucking good! I moved to her clit and began to suck on it as I would a nipple. She told me to stick my fingers inside her cunt. I slid two fingers in her easily. She felt so smooth, so hot. My fingers continued until I found the spot that I always liked to have touched and went back to sucking her clit while my fingers moved in and out of her pussy. I added another finger and continued my ministrations. Pretty soon the Lady was bucking beneath my mouth. I heard her moaning and increased speed of our finger fucking. It wasn't long after that I felt her tensing up and knew that soon I was going to be rewarded by her juices. Her pussy clenched my fingers, locking them in a vice like grip as she went through the waves of her orgasm. I kept sucking her pussy and her clit until she roughly pushed me away. I raised my still wet and sticky fingers to my mouth and sucked her juices from my hand. Suddenly, my hair was grabbed and I was forced to crawl quickly to the bed. I was laid down on the bed my hands and feet rebound. A buzz was the next thing I heard and I felt the cold plastic as it touched my nipple. The vibrator moved around my nipple causing it to jut out arrogantly. I gasped and mewled. It felt delicious. The vibrator moved to the other nipple and soon that was standing as erect as its twin. My breasts moved under the whir of the little implement. I felt fingers between my legs, moving towards my open and exposed pussy. I was desperate for her touch. The fingers skirted my pussy and began to trail another path down the other side of my cunt. This was frustrating! All the while the vibrator was alternating between my two tits, keeping my nipples firmly parading in grand display. Again, the fingers trailed a path close to where I wanted them to go. Again they avoided my need. "You have to ask me slut. You have to tell me what you want right now. I know what you want. Your legs are shaking, your pussy is so wet, and your clit is so large. I want you to beg me. If you want it so much, prove it to me." "Oh please Lady, I want it desperately. I need to cum. I feel so tense inside. My stomach is tight and there is a drawing feeling deep within me that makes me want to scream. I beg you Lady please help me cum!" "I don't help you slave. I give you. Remember that as you try again." "Lady! I beg you! Please let me cum, I need to Lady, I feel so horny and tight inside, I hurt I want to be fucked so much. Please Lady!" I begged and pleaded hoping that my desire was enough to sway her, Her fingers touched my clit and I nearly jumped high in the air at the sudden and very wanted contact. Her hand briefly stayed at my clit before moving down. Without warning three fingers were thrust deep inside my cunt. Yes! Finally! My cunt felt so alive. I could feel every movement of her hand inside me. The withdrawal. The plunge. The vibrator ceased its movements on my nipples and trailed a path down towards my clit. At the first touch I nearly screamed. I all but died a thousand deaths when it was laid against my clit. My back arched and I lost myself in the orgasm that was building from deep within me. The Lady knew though and stopped her motions abruptly. I screamed and begged and pleaded for her not to stop. I was so close! So damn close! She knelt above my left thigh positioning her knee very close to my cunt. I felt a vibrator enter my dripping feminie core and my pussy gripped it. Her knee held it inside me. I could feel her pussy and her clit rubbing against my thigh. I was so turned on by the feel of her smooth wetness, and also by the hard cock like toy inside my own cunt. She moved against me and every motion sent the vibrator in and out of me. Slowly at first so I didn't notice it, the vibrator was being turned on. But when my clit started to hum I knew. I started moving on my bonds as much as I could, trying to fuck this woman as much as she was fucking me. She moved above me and I felt her tit as it landed in my mouth. I suckled hungrily. Rolling her nipple around my tongue, sucking. Gently running the tip of my tongue over her erect nipple. With a loud plop her breast was pulled out from my mouth but was quickly replaced with the other. I repeated my actions until the Lady deemed it enough and resumed her own use of my body. Once again my thigh became her own pleasure ground. However now my own cunt was being fucked as well. The vibrator increased in speed as she humped my leg. My pussy was a mass of quivering nerve endings. My clit was thrumming. My head was swirling. I could feel my orgasm build. It started at the base of my spine. Every thrust, every slide of her pussy as she ground herself down on me was just one more thing to bring me to my climax. "Oh Lady!" I cried. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Yes slut, take it all. Your cunt is so wet. It's hard keeping that vibrator on track. I want you to come for me slut. I want you to come hard. Do it for me slut, do it!" I gave in. Yielding to the feelings inside me. I was consumed by my urgent need. Driven by my deep desire to feel that mass of adrenalin. That one moment that captures your spirit and soars away, carrying you with it. My orgasm started at the base of my spine and slowly crept up till it had consumed me in a fireball of emotion. As my orgasm burst upon me I screamed loudly. My head thrashed from side to side, this time not in rejection but in reaction to the total ecstasy in my body. As my body shuddered and my hips moved in reflex to my climax, I heard and felt the lady riding towards her own orgasm. My leg dripped from her juices. She sighed deeply and loudly and then abruptly seized her moving as she too came. She kissed my lips tenderly before removing herself from my body. The vibrator slipped out of my sopping cunt and my clit finally ceased moving. "She has the makings of a good slut. She has much training to do, but she will get there. I will be in contact with you." I heard the door of the playroom open and without a word to me the Lady disappeared. "You have been very good tonight Talon. I presume you enjoyed it. From my viewpoint I couldn't see you stopping it too much. You have pleased me. You have a long way to go before you have atoned for your sins, but we have time. You will make the perfect obedient wife that I have always wished you to be." I heard him approach me and I was unsure what to say. Now that the moment was over it was easy to recall what exactly I had done. But, it hadn't all been bad. I was almost looking forward to next time. Master began to untie the bonds of my feet and hands. His hands were gentle on me. The most gentle they had been for a while now. "Keep still." I was instructed. It wasn't long before I felt and smell the familiar spurt of my husbands cum as it landed on my face and breasts. Then the blindfold was removed from my eyes. Devlin was looking at me in a way he hadn't looked at me for such a long time. I smiled at him glad to see that I had made him happy. Then we heard a noise. It came from the closet next to the toys. Devlin turned to look that way before looking back at me. We heard another noise. Devlin looked at me again. I averted my gaze. I suddenly remembered, the other closet. I looked up. Oh God! Devlin was walking towards the closet! * Author's Note: Thank you to those who wrote and left reviews, both good and bad about my stories. To those who reacted so strongly to part 1: thank you. That is what I wanted. As you saw it wasn't done in love but in true anger. I am not that proud of it myself, but felt it was necessary to set up the rest of the story. (You will also notice that I did not want it rated or voted on.) This is where we leave Talon and Devlin. I leave it to your imagination what goes on from here. Thank you once again. I hope you enjoy many more stories from me.