2 comments/ 6830 views/ 2 favorites The Backless Dress By: restrainedqueen Hot tears scorched my face as I heard his shouts ringing in my ears. Maybe they were tears of disappointment, or fear of what was to come later. This morning he told me that he was taking me out to a party- I was so excited. It had been a year and a half since we were married. I still remember the first few days- he was so handsome- tall, thick set, tanned from working in the sun, with tousled dark hair. He looked almost Middle Eastern despite his Irish roots. I loved his cheeky smile. He was playful and elusive, he had two sides to him. He was sweet- he loved his nieces and loved babysitting them, watching movies with them, plaiting their hair and painting their nails. He was hardworking- he worked two jobs, one on his family's farm and bartending on evenings. Then there was the side that made me go wild- it seemed as though my need to be dominated resonated with him. His taste for brutal, abusive sex was right up there with mine- I obeyed his every command in bed and soon I gave him my virginity that I had guarded for so long. As the months went by I tried to be the best wife that I could to him, he often showed me affection and treated me like a princess. I took care of him- cooking, cleaning. He couldn't wait to have a "brown" baby with me, he joked. Yet there were times that he showed me that he was not only physically abusive but emotionally abusive as well. If I was tired or I refused to do something that he wanted in bed, he would shut off and ignore me. "Why the fuck did I marry you then?" I soon believed that this was what the Dom/sub relationship entailed, the one that I had fantasized about having for so long. Then there was the punishment. He definitely got off on it. He tortured me in many ways but by far his favourite was painful beatings. Sometimes my protests in bed or simple daily transgressions would warrant me these, far beyond the threshold of my pleasure. Many days would end up in me being dragged, tied up and whipped mercilessly- with leather belts, belt buckles, canes, cables, paddles. Whatever he fancied as he breathed heavily and sweated profusely from his satisfaction of beating me, followed by the use and abuse of my three holes. It was clear that he was a disgusting sadist that was out of control. "Shut the fuck up about the dress, already!" He shouted. This was not the delightful afternoon that I was looking forward to. Beyond my wildest imagination it was a party for Masters and slaves. I was so confused- was I a slave? The dress was my greatest concern-it made my heart sink. It was extremely thin and flimsy. Beige coloured silk with hints of glimmering gold dust that would look glamorous against my bare caramel skin. It was see-through, no bra would have gone with the dress. Plus he said, no panties, you might as well be naked. The top of the dress was basically just the front half. From the middle of my shoulder blades to the crack of my ass would be bare. The cave in my thighs amplified and the shake of my ass easy to see. My back would be open to the air, emphasizing the welts, streaks, and gashes of numerous whippings. The scars of too many lashes would not be hidden to the world. "No one will be shocked. You will see." He comforted. I knew it was not an option. As we arrived I felt nervous, I had never been so exposed in public before. In fact he was the only man that saw me naked. As we stood at the front door I felt the urge to writhe from his tight grip on my waist and run down the street. It was so absurd. Dimmed lights, at least 6 other couples were there, drinking champagne and having hors d'oeuvres. Jazzy music playing softly in the background. It was like a normal cocktail party except that all the females were naked except for a few odd items worn, like a collar or nipple clamps. The men were variably dressed, like Sir wore his purple plaid shirt and jeans, yet there was this one man who was stark naked, with a huge obscene hard-on as he talked casually. He went to get drinks and I stood there, shifting uncomfortably and trying to blend in with my ridiculous surroundings. I wanted to laugh when a huge breasted lady wearing nothing but tall leather boots strut by with her male slave pulled roughly along by his choke collar, wincing and howling in pain as the metal clenched his neck. I noticed that since I walked in I gained a few long gazes. Women commented that they loved my dress- my wavy black hair that was twisted to the side and adorned with gold trimmings, my seductive makeup. Men whose eyes lingered on my dark nipples and thick lipped cunt. As they stared I placed my hands strategically in front of my cunt or across my chest. At least those that noticed my scars, my back would be turned to their stunned expressions. "Come and meet the hosts of this party, toy." He grabbed my hand and pulled me. I looked up shyly to meet his friends and feigned a smile. The woman was a bit older than me, in her 30s. She was petite with pale, flawless skin. Golden blonde wavy hair that fell way past her tiny size A breasts and almost touched her small V opening. She was a neat, athletic package. When I looked up at her Master I met his gaze briefly but quickly lowered my eyes. His large veiny hand rested heavily on his slave's frail shoulder, claiming, overpowering. He intimidated me with his smirking expression, his deep set blue eyes. I didn't like him at all. He was taller than Sir, maybe 6 feet 3. Broad shouldered, strong built, maybe 250 pounds. He was blonde and handsome, but had an overconfident air. Seemed like the type that hunted hard, and got what he wanted. They exchanged suspicious glances and I flinched, my face showing confusion. Sir grabbed my hand and led me through the dark corridor, hot on their heels. I heard keys rattle and a door swing open. We stepped inside a huge bedroom, decorated lavishly with hues of gold, red and burgundy. In the middle was a king size bed, plush and inviting in between solid dark wood posts. Yet there was an aura of sexual suffering and unbridled violence. The Master locked the door behind him and took a seat on one of the large ornate arm chairs on either side of the bed. Sir had already occupied one. The green eyed slave took her place kneeling at her Master's feet, in the position I knew all too well. Sir pulled me onto his lap and looked up at the serious faced Master until he whispered in my ear. "He thinks you are so exotic and beautiful, he wants to have you tonight. He has never fucked an Indian girl." I cringe visibly and my heart beats hard in my chest. "Well, we can do this two ways." He continues as he feels me tense up. "I can beat the fuck out of you in front of them, tie you up and make you ready for him. Or you could be an obedient, well behaved slut and do as you are told. Either way he is going to fuck you and I am going to fuck the hell out of his tight bodied wife." I gasp for air loudly as tears well in my eyes. I sob uncontrollably. "Now, lie on the bed." I shuffle meekly and sit on the edge, and then use my shaky hands to shift back, until my head hits the lush accumulation of pillows. I place my hands snugly to the sides of my body and close my eyes as though I were in my coffin, in anticipation of what was to come. I feel the mattress shake and look up to see the green eyed slave crawling up the bed, towards me. She is smiling, her eyes show pure deviance and excitement through her tangled mane. She stops near my feet and seductively bends over, her breasts drooping to touch my feet. Suddenly she slaps my inner thigh. "Open up, honey, you will enjoy it." She murmurs in her unmistakable American accent. I open my legs and she comes forward, grabbing hold of the edge of my dress and sliding it slowly up my legs, pass my thighs, my soft belly, my breasts, until I raise my hands for her to take it off. The material caresses me and makes my nipples hard. She smiles in approval. Out of the corner of my eye I see my Sir's cock out, hard and throbbing in its 8.5 inch glory as he strokes it passionately. I knew this was Sir's fantasy, many times he tried to convince me to lure one of my girlfriends into having a threesome. However, the Master is unmoved, but looks on intently. I figured she was undressing me for him. I am surprised when she moves her face towards my cunt lips, parting them slightly with her tiny well-manicured fingers before I feel her wet tongue on my clit. I was scandalised- in high school I had kissed my girlfriends in fun but I never had any lesbian action so to speak. I tried to slam my legs shut onto her head but she slapped my thighs again and pushed them forcefully apart before continuing. "Relax, honey, stop tensing up." She buried her head back between my legs, I looked down at her mass of golden waves bobbing. She licked my clit up and down, bit it ever so gently and kissed my inner lips. It was teasing and I felt myself getting wetter. I relaxed. Then she slid her two fingers in, and jerked them slightly in and out while continuing her tantalising tongue fuck. I closed my eyes and felt myself slipping into a pleasurable zone. It felt so good. Involuntarily I bucked my thighs into her and buried my hands in her hair. I groaned and looked down, meeting her bright eyes with my narrowed ones as I thrust several times and screamed in ecstasy, before settling down back into the bed to recover. It was mild, but the longest most pleasurable orgasm I had ever had. In a daze I feel Sir picking me up from the bed and placing me onto the Master's lap, my back to him and my legs spread-eagled over the chair arms. I was so small in comparison to him, my head rested on his chest. He smelled good, fresh and masculine that I couldn't help but take him in. My ass rested on his bulge, I felt it rock hard through his sweatpants. Sir undresses hastily, pulling off his shirt and stepping out of his jeans. He glances at the Master and as if gaining approval he climbs and kneels on the bed. The slave looks up at him, smiling playfully and wraps her pink lips around his cock, and with one smooth move takes all of it in. He grunts as she begins slamming it to the back of her throat, pausing to suck on his balls and rim his asshole. My breathing quickens and I try to swallow the lump in my throat, trying to keep my composure. "Turn around, bitch." She spins around almost robotically and I see the string of spit making its slow way to her holes. He momentarily rubs them and then with one thrust he enters her small V, slamming his length as she falls forward and braces herself with her tiny arms. He withdraws and slams into her pink asshole, and then when satisfied he plunges repeatedly into the two holes, taking turns abusing them. I was most surprised by her reaction, she turned back to look at him with such a face of pain tinged with disgust as she maintained her low key groan. I was astounded because I thought as a slave she was accustomed to such a pounding. Sir was so turned on. I was crying, silently, not like a woman whose world had fallen apart. It was more shock than anything else. I was numb and all I remember was the Master's strong grip pulling me back onto him as I slid off momentarily. I recalled the Cum Phrase punishment, when he brought the woman home and fucked her in front of me. But I seriously was stupid enough to believe that it was a one-off incident to teach me a lesson. But he was so eager to fuck this bitch, he didn't once look at me since we entered the room. I realised that he was accustomed to fucking other women and thinking back, it made sense. I didn't care to look anymore. I turned my head to the side and all I heard was the Master's gruff deep voice booming in my ear. "Get the fuck out, go finish somewhere else and leave us to it." The green eyed slave sprung off the bed followed too eagerly by Sir, and they scurried out like teenagers caught in the act. Sir took the opportunity to speak before he left. "You are a lucky man, she's never fucked anyone except me." I had no fight left. I was sad, disgusted, irritated and felt like a fool. I just wanted to get over this brutal beast fucking me and shrivel up and die. "Now stand up and face me." I stood up weakly and stepped back for him to survey me, avoiding his eyes. "Now turn around." I made a shy spin and paused for him to look at my back, my ass, and then faced him again, tears streaming down. "Now if you were mine you would have marks like that not only on your back, but all over your body." His words made fresh tears emerge. "But the marks would not be lasting, your floggings would be more pleasurable than anything else. Your supposed owner thinks that you are a circus animal that can be beaten mercilessly and trained into doing tricks. Contrary to what you may think, I don't get satisfaction from seeing tears of pain and suffering from a woman. Now stop crying." I open my mouth, but decide against it. "You may speak freely in my presence. Anything you want." "You say these things but you asked my husband to fuck me. And you gave your wife to him." "Well I am a man who knows what he wants." His face lights up as he smirks. "Now I want to enjoy all of you. I won't fuck you till you are ready, but I am sure when you are you will be begging for it." I shrugged. I never begged for a cock because I really wanted it, I begged for it because Sir made me. He pulled my naked body towards him and held my hips in his large hands. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and looked up at me. Our eyes met intensely for the first time. He reached up and stroked my hair, slowly, then cupped my face in one of his hands and pulled it down until my lips brushed his. His lips barely touched mine when I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, dominating, consuming. He tasted sweet and his light stubble grazed my face. I pulled away. He seemed unphased and scooped me up, walking over to the bed and placing me gently in the middle. He stood at the foot and began undressing, maintaining eye contact with me. I was curious, I couldn't help but look on as he undressed. He was an attractive man. First he peeled off his casual tee, revealing his slightly tanned chest and stomach. He was indeed well built, not ripped or muscular but strong, with the square torso that I always loved on men. His legs were also thick and strong from his thighs to his ankles. Between them his cock stood hard and ready. It was about 8 inches and better looking than my Sir's. It was thick around and ended in a perfectly large pink head. It was veiny and I anticipated how those ridges would have rubbed against my cunt walls. He kneeled between my legs and looked down on me. "You are gorgeous, I wish you belonged to me. I would treat you right and you would know the greatest pleasure- mine and yours. I know this is not the best way to meet, but we are here so try to let go and enjoy it. Normally my slave makes me cum three times. Let's go for number one. Kneel between my legs, put your ass in the air and wrap that rosebud mouth around my cock." I shift around and he centres himself on the bed and I do as I am told. He never takes his eyes away from mine as I stretch my small mouth over his member. The sides feel like tearing but I push my head further down to take more of it in. "Stop. Don't force it all in. Just suck gently on it- no gagging. And use your mouth only, no hands." I place my hands behind me on the small of my back and start my sensual blowjob. I run my wet mouth on the first half of his cock, and he begins groaning. His sounds of pleasure mixed with our locking eyes was such a turn-on. I ran my tongue around his head, down the shaft and sucked on his balls. He reached down and slid his hands in my hair, tugging on it lightly as I sucked him off for the final few minutes. Then his hot cum filled my mouth. "Swallow." He whispered. I obliged, gulping the mouthful down. "Good girl." He smiled. He gripped my waist and spun me around so that I lay on my back. He grabbed my two wrists in my hand and held them above my head- he kissed me again, hungry and passionate. Sucking my neck, running his tongue down to my breasts, circling my nipples. And his hands were busy too, rubbing my thighs and caressing my belly. It was dominating as he claimed my small frame under him, yet soft and sensual. I never had been touched like this before. I felt myself becoming more open and wet. I moaned as he bit my nipples. "Looks like you are ready for me." He stopped and propped himself up, glazing over my body from my hair to my glistening cunt, like a hunter who was ready to go in for the kill. He slid two fingers into me, and rested one on my clit. He began his slow finger tease in and out my hungry cunt. I moaned further and my clit throbbed when he pressed his hard penis against my opening. He looked me dead in the eye. He breathed heavily, and so did I. "Tell me you want it in you, tell me you are ready for my cock." I writhed and moaned desperately, as he rubbed its veiny exterior along my wetness. I bucked my hips towards him. My voice cracks as my body betrays me. "I want your cock in me." Before the last word escaped my mouth I felt him slide into me, stretching and filling me. It was a tight but comfortable fit. He groaned in pleasure as he began thrusting in and out, his rhythm was steady and slow. Then he withdrew completely and then entered again, and for a few brief seconds pounded furiously before withdrawing again and repeating the pound. The sensation was driving me wild. I wrapped my legs around his hips and soon I screamed out for the longest I had ever as my cunt clenched around him. Then I felt the sticky wetness from him fill me too, along with his gruff cry of ecstasy. He rested his sweaty forehead on me momentarily. He sprung up and kneeled, and lifted my already exhausted body onto him. "I want you to feel all of me from this angle." He manages between stifled breaths. He parts my cunt lips with his fingers and guides his half erect cock to the hole. He pushes me onto it and I grind my hips slightly until I feel it fill me up again. He looks down as he relishes the feel of all of it before withdrawing. With half narrowed eyes he starts his violent yet controlled fuck. I throw my head back in pleasure and groan like a wild animal, pushing my thighs towards his cock, as if I couldn't get enough. My breasts bounced around achingly and my hair felt heavy with sweat. "Fuck," he whispered, "You will make me lose control," as he slammed into me while grabbing my throat. The beast was unleashed. He flipped me over and my body thumped into the mattress. He pulled my ass cheeks up and then grabbed my hair and pulled me so my ear was near his mouth. "You sweet, tight fucking slut, I want all of you." With that he pressed on the small of my back and slid his finger from my wet cunt to my asshole, lubing it and massaging it until he fit three fingers in. I enjoyed the slow luring of my hole for the cock that was about to pierce it. Then I felt the large head entering and then the shaft with one swift movement. It was slow and each stroke made me feel like I was about to cum. There was a soft pressure building deep inside and I found myself pushing back, wanting more. He wanted more too, he held one of my legs up past his shoulder so I was doing somewhat of a sideways split on him. "Play with yourself." On command I began rubbing my clit furiously. I was aching. I was in a zone, I closed my eyes and it began. A consuming rush throughout my body as I shrieked and shook on him, the feel of gushing squirt juice gushing out my cunt and my asshole clenching around his cock. Bucking so wildly that he slipped out but his hot cum hitting my leg was unmistakable, just as his angry curse words. The last thing that I heard before my world went black. The Backless Dress I woke up in a daze, looking around at the room illuminated by the warm sun rays that penetrated the nearly opaque curtain. I inhale a familiar scent from my fleshy chest pillow, one of divine male cologne and sweat. He looks down on me and smiles, and the night's events come rushing back. I scold myself for falling into an exhausted slumber after my showery display. "Where's Sir?" I mumble. "He's out with her. Took a walk to the beach, it's almost lunchtime." I feel the pang of hurt and betrayal flooding back. I think of what I gave Sir, and how he treated me all this time. I think about the physical and emotional abuse I endured from my first "Dom." I thought of last night-the unbridled pleasure that this Master brought me, the promise of sexual gratification- one that came undoubtedly with experience of extracting pleasure from understanding. Perhaps a relationship based on love but no loyalty. Then I make the most important decision of my life. I spring off the bed and grab the dress that I abhorred the day before. I put it on and wrapped my hair up quickly. I looked at the Master one last time, perhaps my eyes lingered for far too long as I considered the possibilities- but I snap back to reality. I exited the sex scented room and the filthy house that was still littered with food, empty glasses and decorations. I ran out into the street and decided there and then which direction to take, once I was away from it all. That was the day I became the restrained queen.