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The Making of a Fuck Toy

By: THIRDCOAST



Chapter One – The Perfect Storm

Everyone gets to a point in their life when things go out of control. Whether it was random or planned, wanted or feared, the perfect storm had occurred in Cassandra Mumford's life. Her parents had moved to a warmer climate. The boyfriend she shared an apartment with for the past year, up and left her. The temp job that she had been working for the past 3 months ended up hiring the other temp and let her go. 

Now she's sitting on the couch in her only clean pair of yoga pants and t-shirt, eating ice cream straight out of the carton. It's not that she was binge eating, it was the last thing in the refrigerator. She was out of food, out of money and it is the first of the month again and her rent is due. Cassandra barely kept from getting thrown out of the apartment last month. She had no clue what she was going to do this time.

As she sat on the couch, her mind wandered back to the debauchery that occurred the last time the rent was due. She'd gotten some money together for rent but it wasn't enough, she remembered. When she dropped it off at the office, Cass just slipped the envelope into the slot and left. That evening there was a loud knock at the door. Not thinking, she had opened it to find it was the slimy manager of the apartments coming to collect.

Mack Wiley was as sleazy as they came. His tight pants and half buttoned silk shirt were probably fashionable in the 70s. His receding hairline and yellow teeth did nothing for Cassandra, except make her want to throw up in her mouth. Mack pushed his way in the door and shut it behind him.

"Cass, you own me $200 more on the rent. I'm here to collect or you're going to have to move out."

"Come on Mr. Wiley. You know Mark left me holding for the rent. He took his things and left. No note, no excuse and no rent money."

"That's not my problem. My problem is you still owe me $200 bucks and I need it today." His voice squeaky. It sent shivers up Cass's spine.

"Please Mr. Wiley? There got to be some kind of arrangement we can make to cover until I can get you the money. I've got a check coming by the end of the week." She lied.

Mack's eyebrow raised at the word "arrangement." His beady eyes travelled up and down Cass's body. She shuddered with the thought of him touching her. He was licking his lips. This was getting out of hand really quick. 

"What kind of arrangement are we talking about?" His eyes still roving over her body.

"I was thinking I could help out in your office or something and take some of what I owe out that way." Her body shuddered again. She had noticed a small wet spot on the front of his tight pants. EEWW She thought to herself. No fucking way. He's not thinking I would...

Mack grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. He rubbed her hand against his growing bulge. "You can take care of this and I will knock off some of what you owe."

Cass tried to jerk her hand back but his grip was too tight. He repulsed her. There was no way she was going along with this. Not now. Not ever. "I'm not doing anything of the sort. Now give me my hand back."

"Well then, I guess you'd better start packing up your things and get the hell out of this apartment!" He said angrily. The fire in his eyes scared her.

"Wait. I have nowhere else to go Mr. Wiley. What am I going to do?" Cass said pleadingly. Tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"That's not my problem. I gave you an option. You either take it or leave now."

Cass was at a crossroads. She really didn't have another option. It was give sleazy Mr. Wiley a hand job or she'd be sleeping in the streets. So she reached down and unzipped his pants. Her trembling hand fished his little dick out of his pants. It was about 5" fully hard. Her hand started stroking him. She looked up and saw he had a big yellow grin on his face. Sweat was starting to form on his balding head.

"That's more like it. Now get down on your knees and get to work. You owe me." His hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down. 

Even looking at his tiny dick up close it was still small. Although she had small hands, they looked big wrapped around his cock. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her towards his cock. Cass tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Her lips parted and he thrust his cock into her mouth. He tasted of sweat and stale urine. She thought she was going to puke, but her tongue swirled around the crown of his dick. She leaned back and used her saliva to stroke his shaft with her hand. 

Just as he was about to pull her down on his cock again, it jerked and spewed his slimy cum across her face.

"Eeww, fuck. That's disgusting!" Cass squealed.

Embarrassed, Mack tucked his shriveling cock back in his pants. "That's good for $5, you still owe me $195. I'll be back Friday for the rest. You'd better have it or you're out on your ass. You hear me?" He didn't wait for an answer and left, slamming the door behind him. 

That was three days ago. Cassie puts down her carton of ice cream, having lost her appetite with the flashback of Mr. Wiley cumming on her face. She sat there feeling like her world was coming to an end. She halfway expected him back banging on her door. She was expected to come up with the rest of the money by tomorrow but she had nothing.

Chapter Two – A Stranger Comes Knocking

Cass was laying on the couch asleep in her yoga pants, an oversized t-shirt that Mark had left and her fuzzy cat slippers. The half empty carton of melted ice cream was still on the coffee table, when there was a knock at the door. She was startled awake by the pounding on the door. She quickly looked at her clock and saw that it was after 11pm. Maybe it was Mark, her old boyfriend, coming back to rescue her. She went to the door and looked through the spy hole. 

All she could see was some tall, dark, and handsome guy. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. Nope, he was still out there, and still good looking as hell. She cleared her throat. "Who is it?" Her voice cracking from her recent slumber.

"It's Eric French Miss Mumford. Can I come in?" His voice low and sultry like liquid lava. She thought she heard a bit of an accent but couldn't place it.

She opened the door but left the safety latch on. "I don't know an Eric French. Who are you?" Her eyes took in his muscular frame. He was well dressed in jeans, a button down shirt and jacket.

"Sorry to intrude on you at this late hour ma'am. Like I said, my name is Eric French. My company owns these apartments and I understand that you're in arrears for this month. I was hoping to come in and make some kind of arrangement for payment."

Cass noted his southern drawl. It was sexy as hell and he looked like he walked out of some 'Southern Living' magazine. He was certainly better looking that sleazy Mr. Wiley. "It's kind of late. Couldn't you come back tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid I have eviction papers here Miss Mumford. If I don't get some kind of agreement tonight, you're gonna be served with them tomorrow and have to get your things out. I was hoping to avoid you that embarrassment" His voice was even and not angry. 

Cass closed the door and unlatched the safety chain. She opened the door and let him in. He stepped inside and she gasped as he towered over her. His broad shoulders seem to block the lights from outside. She led him into her living room and offered Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, a seat in her Queen Anne chair, while she sat on the couch. He waits for her to be seated first. Where has such a gentleman has been hiding all my life? She thought. As soon as they were both seated, Cassie realizes her poor manners.

"Mr. French, would you like something to drink?" She says nervously, trying to let her voice crack.

"Sure, what do you have? And its Eric please."

She clears her throat. "Well Eric, I have..." Oh Fuck, she thinks. I don't have anything to drink. "Um, actually, all I have is cold water from the tap. Is that alright?"

"Water's fine." 

Cass sees a faint curl in his lip, as if trying to hide a smile. She gets up and walks into the kitchen. She pulls a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water from a pitcher out of her refrigerator. When she turns around to take it to him, she bumps into him, spilling some onto his shirt. Again, she's startled by how he towers over her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you followed me." She says, handing him the glass, then reaching her hand out to try and wipe it away from his shirt.

Her fingers touch his damp shirt. She can feel the hard muscles of his stomach beneath. A shudder runs down her spine, directly to her pulsing clit. Cass feels the dampening of her folds. She shyly turns and replaces the jug of cool water into the fridge. 

Eric notices her empty refrigerator, as he follows her back to the living room. He waits for her to sit again, then takes a seat. "Now Miss Mumford, you seem to be behind on the rent, and I don't think $5 hand jobs to Mack are going to cover it."

Cass blushes crimson. "But I..." She starts to say but is cut off sharply.

"No buts Miss Mumford. Mack said you were expecting a check and could make the rest of the rent today. I'm here to collect."

"The check didn't come. I don't have it today." She lied.

"Miss Mumford. You don't have a check coming. You've been out of a job for the past few weeks. Unless you're out on the street sucking cock somewhere, you don't have a way to pay what you owe me."

"How dare you. I'm not a whore. I don't..." She was cut off again.

"You were going to say you don't suck cock? Is that why your boyfriend left you?" Eric's brow was raised questioning her.

"I don't think that any of your business. I..."

"Ah, but you've made it my business because you haven't paid your rent in full. Don't take my easy manner, and southern drawl to be a sign of ignorance. You lied to Mack about having the money to pay today, and by doing that, you've lied to me. I don't take kindly to being lied to Miss Mumford. I think that calls for some form of punishment. Don't you?"

Cass blushed shyly. "Wait, what? You can't do that." Her nipples perk under the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her panties are wet at the thought of this big strong man taking her over his knee like some school girl.

Eric can't help but notice her short intake of breath through her flared nostrils. The pointy peeks of her aroused nipples don't go unseen either. But it's her dilated pupils that tell him that she is stirred by the thought. "I can and I will. That or I will serve this eviction notice and you'll be out of my apartment tonight."

"OK, what can I do to pay off what I owe you." She bits her lip, not able to look him in the eye.

"First, we have to deal with your punishment. I don't tolerate being lied to. Now come over here and get across my knee. Then we'll talk about some payment arraignment" His voice firm but not angry.

Cass is startled by his command but stands and starts to walk to him.

"Stop! I want you to crawl over to me."

"This is ridiculous. I'm not..."

"That will be ten more."

Cass drops to her knees and starts crawling towards him. She can feel her slick juices of her folds as she sways her hips. When she reaches him Eric grabs her by the hair and pulls her over his lap. His hand stays in her hair, as the other pulls down her yoga pants and her black thong panties down around her thighs.

Cass blushes as his hand rubs her exposed naked ass. She shudders from the humiliation of being over his lap. He pushes her head down, raising her ass higher. He brings his thick hand down on both cheeks of her ass.

SLAP. SLAP.

Her behind is hot from the stinging blows. She gasps but doesn't have time to think about it when his hand rains down more.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Ouch. That hurts." Cass whimpers.

"It's supposed to. It wouldn't be punishment if it didn't." His hand rubs her quickly reddening behind, before his fingers softly caress her naked folds. 

Cassandra felt his calloused fingers on her sex. She knew how wet she was. How embarrassed she was. The humiliation of it all, strangely made her all that much more aroused. As his fingers gently teased her pussy lips, a shudder went through her. She could feel her labia start to flower open with his touch. She hadn't had someone touch her in so long. Cass could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to well up, deep in her belly.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Cassandra, tell me why you were punished."

She hesitated for a moment, thinking of her answer. "F for lying to you."

"My name is Mr. French or Sir. Now give me your answer again, correctly."

"For lying to you Mr. French."

"Better. Now stand and remove your clothes. You still owe me ten more."

She stands, her yoga pants and thong still down around her thighs. Cass started to object but remembered he'd added more when she mouthed off to him. She kicked off her fuzzy cat slippers, and slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants and panties, sliding them down, and stepping out of them. Eric watches, as her breasts sway under the t-shirt. She has a lovely body and he means to put it to good use.

"Your t-shirt too. Until you pay me what you owe me, your body is mine and I want to see it all." He said gruffly.

Cass crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her Mark's old t-shirt. She lifts it over her head. Now she was standing in front of him naked. Her clit was humming with excitement. She'd never done anything like this before. The handsome stranger stood. He started to unbuckle his belt. Cass could see the outline of his cock in his jeans. He's certainly got more than Mr. Wiley's 5". Cass thought, as she licked her lips.

"On your knees here on the chair." His deep voice startled her out of her trance.

"Yes Mr. French." Cassie said as she did as she's told. 

Eric watched as the young girl moved into position. Her ass still red from her earlier spanking. He could feel the twitch in his pants as his cock responded to her obedience.

"Good, now Miss Mumford. Tell me what you're being punished for."

"F for not doing what I was told. Sir." She added late.

"Very good. Now these are going to hurt more than my hand but they will help you remember to follow my instructions. I want you to count them and enunciate your words. When I hear you utter the number correctly and clearly, I'll know that you're ready for the next one. Am I clear Miss Mumford?"

The naked girl steadied herself. Her thighs were together, but she could feel the cool air on her swollen pussy. She felt so exposed. She knew he could see the wetness forming on her nether lips, but there was nothing she could do about it. He was clearly in control and she had no other options. 

WAP.

Fire bloomed from her behind. Cass took a deep breath. "One."

"What is my name Cassandra?"

"M Mr. French or Ssssir."

"That's right. Now we will begin again and respond correctly this time."

WAP.

"One Sir."

WAP. 

"Two Sir."

WAP.

"T three Sir."

WAP.

"Four Sir." Cass squeaked, trying to cry. Her ass was on fire. She could feel the welts begin to raise on her upturned behind.

WAP. 

"Five Sir. "

WAP. 

"Six Sir."

WAP. WAP.

"Seven...eight Sir." Cass didn't dare mention the fact that he had added one before she could count it.

WAP.

"N nine Sir." She sniffled as she uttered the words he required.

WAP!

"Ouch. Ten Sir." The last one partially caught the lips of her pussy. 

His hand came down and soothed her burning ass. Her behind was tender and his hand felt cool compared to the fire that simmered on her flesh and down to her core.

Chapter Three – The Inner Slut is Released.

Cassandra didn't move after Eric was finished. She stayed on her knees bent over the chair in her living room. The soft supple flesh of her ass seemed to be on ablaze. The pain was radiating through her body as tears softly streaked down her cheeks. She was sure that her body would never stop shaking. No one had ever done anything like that to here before, treating her like some petulant child. As much as Cassie felt anger towards Mr. French, she felt strange tremors that were silently rumbling deep within her core. Cass could stay angry at the punishment that this stranger had given to her, but her body was telling her something different, something much darker. 

The humiliating act of being stripped naked and whipped with a man's belt had opened up something inside her. Her breasts, still heaving from her poor attempt to stop crying, were swollen with arousal and topped by her erect nipples. Her tight buds hung crinkled and pulsing with need. That throbbing desire raced through her body's neurons in a straight path to her aching clit. Cassie's most sensitive spot laid unobscured from its protective hood. The tender lips of her labia were swollen and flowered and her channel was flooded with her lubricating juices in anticipation of sex.

Cassandra's head was telling her that she should be angry at Mr. French, but her body was sending messages that she wanted him, she needed him. Eric didn't let this fact go unnoticed. He could see the girl's juices leaking from her pussy. She could deny the fact that she hated being treated this way, but her body was telling him that she enjoyed his ministrations. He'd come here tonight to see a woman about a debt owed to him. While he had been intrigued by Mack's story of how he had forced the young lady to give him a hand job, he didn't come here because of that. But seeing her body's response to him, his mind was reeling with where this could go, if he'd let it. His thick cock struggled for room in his jeans. He shifted the bulge to give it some relief.

After he'd rubbed the tender flesh of her ass, soothing the fire red welts from his belt, he had touched her nether lips and found them sopping from her juices. He growled at the thought of her arousal. He wet his fingers in it then pressed two against the entrance to source of the slick fluids. The sanguine and swollen lips flowered around the intrusion of his thick fingers. He teased the opening to her channel, torn whether he wanted to continue. It wasn't until she brazenly pushed back against his intrusion, that he decided he'd help this girl with her problem. She was a natural submissive, even if she didn't know it. He let her fuck his offered fingers. The slick sounds of her pussy sent a pulsing twitch to his cock. He watched her swaying breasts in their rhythmic lilting as her channel clinched his thick fingers. When he felt she was right at the verge of her orgasm, he pulled the digits and gave her a wet slap to her tender ass. Her body shuddered as an audible gasp escaped her lips.

"Down on the floor Cassandra, on your knees." His gravelly voice bringing her back to reality. 

Cass pouted, she was so close to finding some relief from the pent up sexual tension his ministrations had brought to her body. But not wanting to incur another punishment so soon after her thrashing, she moved to the floor on wobbly legs. 

"Get into a presentation position." His command intimidating her. When she looked up with a questioning look, he realized the naïve girl had no idea what he was talking about. "Spread your thighs, put your hands behind your head. Make sure your back is arched, so that your breasts jut out." She hesitated for an instant but moved to emulate the position he'd described. "Good girl," he praised her.

Cass felt humiliated with her naked body on display. Her labia were pulled open with her thighs this wide. Her puckered nipples that lay on the upslope of her breasts, tingled with arousal belied the feelings of her degradation. Her cunny was still clinching with need. Even with all the humiliating and degrading things he was making her do, she wanted to please him. He had said she was a 'good girl,' maybe if she pleased him, he would see to quenching her thirst, her need.


The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 02



Chapter Four – A meeting of Mind and Body

When Morning came around for Cass, it was brutal. She'd not slept much thinking about what had happened to her. She was disgusted with herself and the way he'd made her behave. He being, Big Mr. Eric French. Taking advantage of helpless women, Mr. French. She thought. Yeah, Mr. Drop Dead Gorgeous Mr. French. But the fact was, she'd thought about him all night. She'd brought herself off so many times, thinking about how he made her feel. She felt alive and disgusted. Cass's life had been turned upside down. With the loss of her job, boyfriend, and her parents move, she been left with no one to take care of her. No one until the long tall country boy, with his sexy accent and melt in your mouth body came along.

She was lounging around in bed when her phone went off. Cass rolled over to get her phone from the bedside table. She cringed when her, still tender ass, abraded on her sheets. She groaned but found his text and read it:

'Good morning Miss Mumford. I trust that the day finds you well rested and fully sated. By the way, how many times did you make yourself cum after I left? Hum? I believe I remember explicitly telling you to get some rest, that you'd need it. So you should expect to be punished again for not following instructions.'

'Meet me at my office at 5490 Huverton Dr. at precisely 11:30am. I'm on the top floor, the front desk will be expecting you. Wear something appropriate for business. I do have a reputation to keep. If you accept my offer, you will be spending the weekend with me. I didn't see any cats or dogs in your place, so I hope that you can make the necessary arraignments to be away for a few days. I will see you at 11:30.'

What an asshole. Who does he think he can order around? But the more she thought about it, she had no other options. She had nowhere to go. When he'd mentioned about punishing her for not getting rest. FUCK that makes me hot! And it was true. Cass's body was wet just from reading his text message. Her heart skipped a few beats when her phone went off again:

Cassandra, if you cum one more time without permission, I will staple your cunt shut!

Eric knew he would never do anything that horrible to Cass, but he wanted to keep the proverbial 'boot on her neck' for the time being. He thought she'd get the message.

Cass almost peed herself, because she had her fingers strumming through her wet lips re-reading his words. She looked at the time on her phone and only had an hour to get ready and be at his office. Having already been told to expect punishment, she didn't want to add to it. 

Cass quickly showered. She did take the time to remove all of the hair from her body. It had been a while since she'd shaved her nether region and was surprised he hadn't said something about it. She dressed in a grey pencil skirt and matching jacket. The silk blouse was sleeveless and had a ruffled tie. The outfit was conservative even with the way if fit her. It was what she wore underneath that was meant to be sexy. Cass picked out matching bra and garter set with matching stockings. The demi-cups held her ample breasts high but it was well hidden under her jacket. The heels she wore were not conservative at all. The 6" matching grey ankle strap Victoire Yana's were a gift from Mark for a Christmas party they'd been invited to a few years back. Fucking asshole. I'm going to have to be a whore because you left me hanging. Cass thought as she strapped on the heels. 

Her small bag for necessities was fit into a small clutch bag. She also had a small bag for a few things to wear for the weekend. She wished he'd given her more information about what they would be doing, or if they were going out somewhere. She though, if it came down to it, she could always swing by and pick something up later. When the cab arrived she was ready, which was a complete surprise to her. She was renowned for being fashionably late. During the short ride into the city, she took several deep breaths trying to calm her nerves. She had no idea what the future held for her and that was not even taking into account for the things that Mr. French had in store for her.

When Cass arrived at the building, she was impressed. How the hell does someone who owns apartments have an office this big? Cass cleared her head and made her way to the front desk. As Eric had told her, they were waiting for her. She never had to even give her name. Her bags were collected and she was told they'd be secured until she left. A nice looking security guard escorted her to the elevator and to the 9th floor with her. He gave her a big smile and told her 'good luck' and that he'd 'hope to see her later. It was exactly 11:30 when the receptionist walked her to the door.

Cass took one last deep breath and turned the door knob. When she entered, Eric was on the phone and deep in a conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. His gruff tone let her know that someone had made a big mistake. Cass wondered if they would be getting a round with Mr. French's belt? A shudder went through her body. 

He motioned for her to sit in one of the two chairs that were placed in front of his large wooden desk. By large, she meant LARGE. It wrapped around him like a fence. It was ornate and looked to be hand carved from a single piece of wood. There were latches and handles all the way around it, like there were drawers on the outside. There was a small lamp, several files, and a computer off on one of the sides. He seemed to be looking through a file on the screen and giving the caller a firm tongue lashing. When he finished, he hung up the phone and turned to her. He got up and walked around the desk and took her hand and gently kissed the top of it. Hey this is a little better than I expected, she thought to herself.

Eric pulled a file from his very organized desk. He opened it and pushed it towards Cass.

"This is a non-disclosure agreement. Everything that we do or say will become confidential. It's for your safety as well as mine, besides my lawyers insist on it." His smile lit up the room and the languid manner of his speech, belied his inner drive. There was nothing lazy about Mr. French, but it was his slow southern drawl that made Cass melt.

"Miss Mumford?"

His calling her so formally shook her from her auditory trance. "Yes, I'm sorry. Of course I understand." She signed the agreement without even reading it.

"Then the next item is your 'service' agreement. Basically, you're agreeing to provide this 'service' of your own free will, without any threats or coercion. The term of the agreement is for 90 days. At the end of the agreement, you will be provided with a sum of a million dollars. Meanwhile, your debt to me will extinguished." When he looked up, he saw that her eyes were blank and her face flushed. "We both know that the service you will provide is that you will be my personal fuck toy. You will be available for my pleasure at any time that I might desire. The text of this agreement does not mention sex but between you and I, it is implied."

Cass hesitated but cleared her throat. "A million dollars? That makes me a..."

"A whore. Yes, in a direct definition of the word, you will be my whore. Don't get all hung up on the idea of that. Let's just keep it that you are being given the opportunity to clear a debt and if you make it to the 90 days, you'll be set for a new start in life."

"B b but what if I don't like what you ask me to do? I don't..." She couldn't finish her question.

"Miss Mumford. What I will ask you do will be within your defined limits. We will be working on that this weekend. That's why I made time for us to be together. You will have safe words, so that I will know when you are reaching your limits."

"Safe words? What is that?"

Eric knew that she was naïve to what the BDSM lifestyle was all about, including the terms. It was part of her charm. So he took the next hour to explain, in as much detail, all that he thought she should know. When they both felt that she was up to speed, he offered her the contract to sign. He'd not mentioned the clothing stipend or the week paid vacation that was all included. When the contract was signed, he offered her a chance to freshen up in his private bathroom. When she returned, the tide changed.

"Miss Mumford, I have been less than a gentleman." He smiled. "I have forgotten to compliment you on how beautiful you look today. While the yoga pants/t-shirt combination was nice, you look absolutely stunning today." He hesitated for her to give the obligatory 'thank you.' "Now remove your clothing!" His voice suddenly stern and authoritative.

Chapter Five – Down and Dirty

While Cass was startled by the quick change in his demeanor, she had been expecting something like this. It had always been somewhat of a fantasy of hers to have a little 'office sex." So without much hesitation, she removed her clothing. When she was down to her bra and garter set, he stopped her.

"Very nice choice of undergarments. You look absolutely ravishing." His words were true. He thought that she was even more attractive then when he'd met here just last night.

"Thank you Sir." Cass said blushing shyly.

"As usual, we will get your accrued punishment out of the way so that we can proceed to something a little more fun." 

Cass was sure that he was trying to hide a smile. "Of course Mr. French." She immediately averted her eyes. Although she had been uneasy about the prospect of being punished again, her body seemed to be looking forward to it. 

Eric noticed that Cass's nipples were erect, as they laid so perfectly on the gentle upslope of her ample breasts. The thin material of her bra did little to hide that fact. Personally, Eric loved to see a woman in stockings, especially thigh highs even the cotton sock type that the younger girls wore. 

He watched as she became more comfortable with her state of dress. She was a true beauty. He couldn't imagine some guy just up and leaving her. He intended to get to the bottom of that story. But for now, it was time to tend to her bottom. He stood and walked to where she stood. He caressed the slope of her breast with the back of his hand. She gasped from his touch. Eric loved her responsiveness, it was another of her charms.

"I think we will start with the standard ten slaps on your bottom with my hand. Do you think that's fair Cassandra?" 

She loved when his eye brow raised in a questioning manner. It was so sexy. "Yes Sir. Whatever you decide will be fine." Cass swallowed hard, trying to ease her nervousness.

"Did you cum again after I instructed you not to?" His hand was stroking the ridge of her collar bone.

"No Sir." She hesitated. "But I was touching myself when I received your text." Her eyes never leaving the ground, even though she wanted to sneak a glimpse of his reaction.

"I think that your honesty is commendable. It shows that you have learned from your previous punishments. So in that case, I will add just a slight deviation from my planned punishment."

He guided her gently to his desk. He had her stand with her back facing it. Eric then went around and removed something from one of the many drawers. Cass really wanted to see what he was getting. When he returned he was holding some kind of 'choker" which he placed around her neck, securing it with a small lock. It looked like it was made of silver or stainless steel.

"This is my collar Cass. I've locked it in place and it will remain around your neck for the remainder of the 90 days. It is a symbol of my protection and ownership. You are now officially my fuck toy. I've taken the liberty to providing your collar with a tag. The tag has the name I will be calling you from this point on. Miss Cassandra Mumford, from this point forward you will be called many names, most of them meant to degrade and humiliate you, but my term of endearment will be 'Toy'."

Cass took a moment to take in what he was saying. The collar fit snug and she felt constricted by its tightness around her neck. She'd noticed the tag but hadn't had a chance to read it. But his constant soft touches had her body strumming. "Thank you Sir. I accept my new name and your collar with complete submission." Her voice demure and seductive.

"So how do you feel about being restrained? Being tied up?" He further clarified.

"I've been tied up before. You know, with scarves and stuff like that. I liked it." She smiles and quickly looked up. Their eyes met. She saw that he was really focused on her answer. That was comforting.

"Good. Let's have you lay back on my desk." He helped her to do as he said. He quickly took several cords and started securing her hands and feet together, right wrist to right ankle and so forth.

He made sure that each binding was secure but not tight enough to restrict blood flow. It was when he pulled her bound arms and legs back around her head and secured them to the desk, that she finally let an audible gasp escape her lips. It was a little uncomfortable but what really made her feel uneasy, was that her pussy and ass were lewdly on display. Her arms and legs were spread enough that her torso was open and provided easy access. 

Eric stood back and assessed his rope work. Her breathing had increased but she appeared nowhere near any danger. Since this was their first real encounter, he would be closely monitoring her responses. He stroked her skin, gently caressing the lines of her tight muscles. He ran his fingers through the locks of her hair, then pulled the long strands into a ponytail and looped an elastic tie to bind it.

Then he took a finger and ran it down the side of her breast, stopping and pulling the cup down, exposing her soft globe. Her pink areola showcased her thick nipple. It was already erect as he took it into his mouth. He sucked gently, then started to swirl his tongue around the sensitive nub. His efforts were rewarded when he released it, as she whimpered with need. His intention was to train her body to be in a constant state of arousal. He pulled down the other cup of her bra and exposed her other nipple. He gave it the same treatment and got a matching result.

Eric's hand stroked a line from her breasts, down across her belly. He noticed her shivers as his fingers reached the gentle curve where her hip bone sloped towards her vulva. His thick fingers teased along the seams of her thong panties. He chuckled to himself when she tried to move her hips to meet them. Such a wanton slut already. He thought.

When Eric got around between the girl's spread thighs, he noticed the copious amount of fluids that were soaking her panties. He ran his finger through the cloth covered folds. She moaned loudly. He could already see the outline of her erect clit poking against the soft material. He flicked his fingertip, caressing it.

"Please. Sir. Please." She cried.

"Toy you are in this position for punishment, so you can stop with your begging."

She felt her face flush. She needed to cum so badly. It was like her sex drive was an out of control train, rolling down grade with no brakes at all. Despite his reprimand, she still wiggled her hips trying to gain some friction from his touch. His hand came down on the back of her thigh.

"Ouch Sir."

"We'd better begin before you get another ten added for misbehaving." 

He reached for the seam of her panties and pull them out. He quickly snipped them with his pocketknife. He pulled the other seam and cut them completely away. He took the small cloth fragment and stuffed them into his toy's mouth. She whimpered as she was forced to taste her own arousal. Her face flushed anew. It didn't help that his thick bulge was pressing lewdly against her open pussy. He stayed there and bumped her sex rhythmically. It was driving her crazy with lust.

"Now Toy, I don't want to interrupt your enjoyment of the sweet nectar in those panties, so I won't require you to count. But I will get this over with quickly, for we have lots of things to do that are pressing." He watched as she nodded her understanding. He also noticed the hollow of her cheeks from her gentle sucking.

True to his word, his hand came down on her splayed ass. He was tempered and gave each cheek an equal thrashing. Her only reprieve was when he dipped and gave her throbbing pussy a few gentle licks. He sucked each of her swollen lips, pulling them as far as he could from her body before releasing them. Just when she was luxuriating in his excellent tonguemanship. He finished with a flurry of slaps that left her cheeks and inner thighs red and her pussy boiling over with need. He finished by grinding against her sopping wet folds again. She could feel his bulge pulsing. She wanted him in the worst way possible. He pulled back. She groaned with her displeasure. That earned her three sharp slaps to her pussy. 

"You're her needy cunt. Needy cunts get attention; don't they Toy?" He said with a chuckle as he moved up towards were her head laid. He removed her panties from her mouth.

She took in a fresh breath of air. "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir." Her eyes never left the thick bulge that laid right in front of her, albeit from an upside-down perspective. She licked her lips, preparing for what she hoped who be her first taste of him. She noticed that the front of his suit was dampened by her juices.

He moved right to her mouth. "You did such a nice job and cleaning the juices from your panties, why don't you do the same with my trousers?" He pushed his cloth covered cock against her mouth. She obediently licked and sucked her own juices from them. She moaned with his lewd treatment of her. His hand reached down and tweaked both of her tight nipples. Her pussy was throbbing and the jolt of electricity from his rough treatment of her buds only added to her agony or pleasure, she wasn't sure.

Eric reveled in his toy's responsive body. Her labia was red and swollen from his slaps and her arousal. Her fluids were clearly overflowing. Her tight areolas were crinkled and responding to his touch. His cock was throbbed with a need for release. Now that she was his, he welcomes the chance to sink his cock down her throat. He leisurely unzipped himself, as calmly as he could muster, hiding his own need from her. 

Cass was biting her lower lip, anticipating her first glimpse of his cock. When his hand pulled it out, she openly panted. He was around 8" long and had a thick girth. The crown of the head was extra thick and bulbous. It was hard to judge upside down and against his large hand, but it was clearly bigger than she'd ever seen. She could see a thick droplet of pre-cum emanating from the large slit on the head of his cock. She licked her lips, almost tasting it before he even offered it to her.

Eric could see that his toy was ready to take his cock. He squeezed his shaft and let the thick blob of pre-cum hang right above her mouth. He watched as she attempted to catch it with her outstretched tongue. 

"This is the reward for your honesty earlier. My cum will always be your reward, whether it be deposited in any of your holes. My holes. My pussy. My ass. My mouth." With that he let her tongue lick the head of his dick, lapping up his fluid. 

She moaned with her first taste of him. It was salty sweet. His manly scent almost made her go over the edge. The stirrings of her orgasm was precariously close to completion. When he slipped his cock between her lips, she swirled her tongue around the thick head. She made sure to bring her tongue up and brushed the underside of her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. He'd been right when he said that Mark had left because she didn't give head. She never liked the idea and would find any excuse not to do it. But there was something about him that made her want to, some innate desire to please him. Cass wasn't sure if it was his rough treatment, or something darker still, but she felt her cunny clench when her lips wrapped around his thick cock.




The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 02



Chapter Six – Nice to Meat You

Eric loved his desk. It had been made especially for him. There were hidden drawers where he kept some bondage equipment, ropes, clamps, even some leather slappers and small floggers. There were cleverly design restraint points to tie willing submissives to. Much the way his toy was now. Her wrists and ankles tied together and secured to desk, leaving her splayed wide for easy access. His cock was buried in her mouth now. He was standing on a pull out drawer specially design to give him footing to feed his cock into her. 

He was letting her take his cock at an easy pace. Later he would press her limits with regard to taking him down her tight throat. She was energetic but he could tell that she didn't have much practice in the art of fellatio. He would soon rectify that. She was laving his cock when there was a knock at his office door. He was expecting it. While she'd been 'freshening up' he'd ordered them lunch. He could tell by her lips tightening around his shaft that she heard the knock too.

"Enter." He said without taking his cock out of her mouth. 

One of his lawyers entered his office. She was a young and attractive blonde. She had two brown bags and a manila folder in her hands. She didn't appear shocked at the sight of her boss receiving head by a restrained naked woman on his desk.

"Mr. French, I have some papers that need your signature and your secretary handed me your lunch as requested." Her eyes stayed on the folder she brought with her.

"Thank you Liz. Where do I need to sign?" Cass moaned around his cock, thinking of how this looked to the woman. She was horrified but her cunny clinched with need.

Liz was trying to flip through the pages to find where Eric needed to sign. When the pages began to stick, she started to lick her fingers, but instead, reached over to the conveniently splayed pussy on Eric's desk. She slipped two fingers into Cass's tight slit. Both girls moaned in unison. Liz fingered the submissives pussy before removed them and used Cass's slick juices to find the page she needed.

"Right here Sir, and then I'll be out of your hair." She said clearly eyeing the writhing female her boss was feeding his cock to.

"You don't have to run Liz. Stay and have lunch with us. There's plenty to eat." He chuckled at his intended pun.

"As much as I'd love to eat that, I have tons of paperwork to get done before close of business. Can I take a raincheck?" Her smile bubbled over at the thought of sharing in the fun.

"Absolutely. Toy here will be around for the next several months, so there will ample opportunity for you to get to know her better. And Liz, don't work so hard. Nothing here needs to be so pressed that you can't leave early on a Friday. Have a good weekend."

"You too Sir. Looks like that's a no brainer." She said as she closed the door behind her.

The way that Cass was hollowing out her cheeks to suck hard on his cock, coupled with the thoughts of having some fun with Liz and Toy, was all that he could handle. His dick throbbed and pulsed when his balls tightened. "Here comes your reward Toy. Make sure you receive it all." With that he emptied his load into her waiting mouth. He could see her pussy muscles pucker with each rope of his seed that erupted into her mouth.

To her credit, he marveled at Cass's focus. She struggled to take all of his cum, with some slipping out from around his cock, but she swallowed more than he thought she would. She didn't stop sucking until he reluctantly pulled it from her lips with an audible 'pop'.

"Very good for your first attempt. I'm pleasantly surprised. You didn't even freak out when Liz came in. I'm impressed." Eric was stroking her hair before beginning to untie her restraints. 

When he'd gotten her untied, he worked his hands up and down her arms, shoulders and thighs. Cass moaned with his touch. Eric could feel her body trembling as his hands caressed her. When he felt that her limbs had regained adequate circulation, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms over to the sofa. He returned with their lunches and they ate without saying any words. Both were thinking about what had happened and what laid ahead for them. While Eric was sated for the moment, Cass's body was still pulsing with need. She caught herself whimpering even while she was chewing her food.

Eric watched his new submissive. She looked lovely sitting there on his couch, naked save for her garter, stockings and heels. Her full breasts were still held up by her bra which was pulled down under them. He could tell she was still on edge. He wanted her that way. He planned on keeping her that way for the rest of the day. When they had finally finished their lunch, Eric had her freshen up again while he made some phone calls.

When she came back, he marveled on her simple beauty. He could tell she'd probably been abused by men in her past. While he was doing the same thing to her, he felt that there was something different about her. Maybe something special. He loved how responsive her body was to him. As much as someone might look at their agreement, or her situation from the outside and think that this was outright extortion, Eric knew that she wanted this, maybe even needed this. She was already starting to get under his skin, even though that's not how he did things. Eric pushed that thought away. I don't have time for girlfriends. This ends at the end of the contract. Period. He thought to himself.

Eric instructed Cass to remove her bra, then had her lay back on the couch. His red marks on her soft behind made his cock twitch, it didn't get any softer when she lay down and spread her legs for him. Her pussy was red and swollen. Eric could see that her juices had started to run down her thighs. He knew she still hadn't cum yet and she wouldn't until tonight if she continued to do as she was told.

Eric still had his clothes on as he got down between Cass's splayed thighs. His hands ran up her inner thighs. He watched her as he got close to her sex. He gave her pussy a soft slap when she had pushed her hips towards his hand.

"This is not about you Toy. I want to taste what is mine." He said as he leaned in and laid kisses on the soft part of her inner thigh.

She could feel the rough stubble of his 5 o'clock shadow. It tickled her. The whirling vibrations in her belly made her moan as he continued to tease her. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and pull his lips to her flaming pussy. This was torture. She needed to cum so bad. He had her so turned on when he had her suck his cock earlier. It only got worse when that girl came in. They talked about her as if she wasn't even there. But the one thing that had surprised her, was when the girl had fingered her. OMG that was hot. Cass thought, as she fell her orgasm grow closer as he finally started licking her swollen pussy lips. She fought the urge to grind against him. Her cunny was stinging from the last slap it had received.

Eric ran his hand up and down on her labia, letting her pouty lips protrude between his fingers. When her clit popped out, he leaned in and gave it a quick swirl with his wet tongue. His fingers moved up and down. Her swollen lips teased the sides of her engorged clit, while his tongue continued to make soft licks across it. He knew she was really close. His hands stopped, still holding her lips between his fingers. Her sensitive bud was peeking out between them. 

Cass watched as he laved her wet cunny. When his hand came up, she watched as he tweaked her turgid nipple, twirling it with his fingers. Then he trailed over to the other and pulled it away from her body. She wanted to move with it but fought it, trying to please him. He let go and her breast swayed. His hand came up to her mouth and he offered her two fingers. Her lips parted before they got there without her even thinking. She took his offering and sucked them as if it was his cock. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked them hard, while her tongue swirled around them. Her eyes were locked in on his. He growled while his own tongue still flicked lightly over her clit. 

He pulled his fingers, slick now with her own saliva, and made a wet trail from her collar bone, down between her breasts. He continued over her tight stomach, which was quivering with need. His wet fingers traced the line of her hip bone towards her slit. When Eric slipped them inside her she let out a gasp.

"Please Sir. Please fuck me." She cried.

"Not yet girl. Remember, this isn't about your pleasure. Your just my fuck toy and I wanted to taste you." Eric said. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her until they were both tired and sated. But he fought back that thought, for now anyway. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her quivering channel. The wet sloshing sounds of her arousal just added to his own. "Spread your legs wider slut."

She complied by taking hold of the spoke of her heels and pulling them wide. His fingers curled up and softly rubbed the back of her clit from the inside. He opened his mouth and huffed hot air on her clitty. She moaned loudly. Eric smiled. Then he pursed his lips and blew cool air over her throbbing nub. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Eric could feel the muscles of her pussy clinch, milking his fingers. He couldn't wait to feel that around his cock. It took everything he had not to bury himself inside her right then.

Eric continued to alternate between blowing hot and cool air across her engorged clit, while his fingers teased her from the inside. When she would get close, he would still and let her regain control. She was being very obedient, even if she kept begging for release. When he felt that her muscles were getting tired, he removed his fingers and stood. 

Cass whimpered as her pussy was left strumming again. When he stood, she could see the outline of his thick cock. OMFG Why would he not fuck me? He certainly aroused. She bit her lip and kept her legs spread wide for him. He'd not told her to stop. But she did plead with her eyes. He licked her juices from his fingers, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. Is that a ring box? Oh hell. Her mind was reeling.

"I have something for my little fuck toy." Opening the box. "These are Duotone balls or BenWa balls. They help strengthen your kegel muscles. You will wear them every day for a few hours. While they will help intensify your orgasms, you will be wearing them so that your kegels will be able to massage my cock when I'm inside you."

"Yes Sir." Cass looked at the 1" balls in his hand. They looked harmless. She heard about them and always wondered what they would feel like wearing them. Her cunny clinched hearing them rattle in his hands.

Eric knelt down between her splayed legs and slowly inserted, first one ball, then the other. Because of her copious juices, they slipped in rather easily. "Now, just one more thing then we need to get out of here. We've got lots to do before I take you back to my home. Turnover and get on your hands and knees slut."

Cass quickly complied. She held her ass up and presented it to her Master, hoping that he was going to fuck her silly. She wiggled her ass lewdly, in suspense of what he would do next. She felt his fingers teasing her slit, then enter her. She gasped, but it came out more like a whimper. She felt so slutty on her knees, naked in his office. She looked out the window at the city below. He took his moistened fingers and teased her tight rosette. Cass had never played with her ass before. While it was something that interested her, she was still an anal virgin. But because of her aroused state, she openly pushed back against the intrusion. She moaned as his fingers slipped inside, past her tight ring. It burned a little but the light caress of his thumb on her clit helped with that. When his fingers moved further inside she felt full. He held them there, letting her adjust to their size. The movement of her hips gave her a tingling feeling inside her pussy. The balls he put there were stimulating her. 

Eric let her get used to his fingers, before he spread them inside her, stretching her tight anal channel. Then he slowly moved them in and out. He watched as her hips started to move in sync with them. He took a small butt plug and rubbed it in folds of her wet pussy. When it was lubed with her juices, he replaced his fingers with the plug. She grunted with the change in size, but moaned when the phallus slipped past her tight ring and was seated. He tapped gently on the base of the plug, it elicited a mournful whimper from his toy.

"Let's see you walk around with your new presents. Be careful not to let them slip out." He said with a wry smile.

Cass got to her feet. Her holes felt full. With her every movement she could feel the vibrations from the balls. She walked gingerly around the room. At one point she had to stop as she felt that one of the balls was sliding out. She tightened her stomach muscles, then took a few more steps. Every step was precarious. The plug in her ass reminded her of her place. Once she got the hang of keeping each toy seated, she walked over to her Master. 

Eric fingered the D-ring of her collar and pulled her towards him. Even in her 6" heels he was a few inches taller than her. He leaned in and their lips met for the first time. His stubble scratched her face as his lips devoured hers. His tongue pressed against her mouth and her lips parted obediently. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth and hers danced with his as he pulled her closer still. Her nipples abraded against his jacket. His hand grabbed her hair and pulled back. Their kiss broken. She whimpered from the rough treatment. He could see the vein on her neck pulse. 

Cass had never been kissed like that before. He'd left her wanting more. Needing more. When he leaned in and bit it her neck she lost it. So enraptured by his passion, one of the balls slipped out of her cunny and fell to the ground. It bounced and rolled a few feet away. She clinched her pussy but it was too late. She felt her face flush.

"Oh, you silly cunt. Now bend and pick it up!" Eric watched as she knelt down. "No. Pick it up with your slut mouth. Then I will put it back inside you."

She had a difficult time getting it into her mouth, but when she did, she knelt up in the presentation position he had taught her the first night they met. Cass made sure to tighten her pussy muscles so the other ball and plug didn't slip too. This only added to her frustrations. Her cunny was leaking profusely, to the point that it was now dampening the lace tops of her stockings. 

Eric watched as she knelt before him submissively. She was a picture of loveliness. He offered his hand and she spit the silicone covered ball into his palm. Her face was flushed and her breathing ragged. He bent down and re-inserted the toy inside her. His hand stroked her hair before he fingered her collar and helped her stand again.

"Good girl. Now let me get you a coat and we can run some errands."

"Yes Sir."

Eric slipped a small London Fog raincoat he had placed in his closet this morning in anticipation of their shopping trip. He wanted her naked underneath while they would be out and about. He knew this would push her limits, but that's what this was all about.

"Sir. Am I not going to put my clothes back on?" She asked shyly.

"No toy. You're perfect the way you are. We need to stop by my physician for some blood tests. Then we're going to do some clothes shopping. Remember to not let your toys slip out or you will have to pick them up just as you did and replace them. Now let's go. We have a lot to get done." He buttoned up her coat and took her in his arms.

They stopped at the security deck and picked up her small bag. They passed several people on the way down to the lobby. Cass felt like everyone knew she was naked underneath her coat. They went out to the parking garage. He opened the door of his truck and helped her in. Each step was tantalizing. She had to remain focused with every movement of face the embarrassment of losing one of her toys. The whole ordeal was very challenging for Cass. 

Chapter Seven – Clothes Make the Fuck Toy

They're first stop was at the doctor's office. She was surprised they didn't have to wait at all. They took her blood first and while they waited on the results, she was examined by a female doctor. Cass was completely embarrassed when she removed her coat and stood naked except for her garter, stockings and heels. It didn't get any better when the doctor found her ass was filled with the plug, or the two balls in her leaking cunny. But the doctor never gave any comments and went about her business very professionally. They left the office with the verification of her clean blood work along with proof of her birth control implant that her doctor's office had faxed. They also had a copy of Eric most recent results.

As Cass got back into her Master's truck, she felt the plug press further inside her. The full feeling made her tummy whirl with tingles. She welcomed being seated though, as this let her relax her pelvic muscles that were holding in the balls. She needed to cum so bad. She found herself whimpering with any bump in the road.

They pulled into the parking lot of a small shop that sold intimate apparel. Before they got out Eric fingered her collar. "You will do as you're told. Remember you can use your safe word, but this will end our arraignment. I won't let any harm come to you. You're under my protection. Do you understand?" Cass gulped hard and nodded, lost for wards. "Use your words toy. I want to hear your reply."

"Yes Sir. I will follow your instructions. You will protect me." She hesitated for a moment then furthered her reply. "I won't safe word Sir. I trust you won't let anything happen to me." Her eyes went to the ground.

"Very good slut. Now let's go get some pretty things for you to wear."

As they entered the boutique, they were greeted by a well-dressed young man. "Welcome to Play Pen Apparel. Can I help you find anything?" He said as he eyed Cass's coat suspiciously. 

"We'll just be looking for now. Is there somewhere she can try on some things?" Eric asked the man.

"Of course. There are private dressing rooms in the back. You're welcome to go back with her." He said with a knowing smile.

"Thank you Evan" Eric read from the man's name tag. "If we have any questions, I'll call for you."

Evan nodded and they moved to the racks of clothing. Eric went through a few racks not finding anything. He efficiently moved from one rack to the next until he found some things for her to try on. Cass followed obediently. When he had a good assortment of things, he led her to one of the private changing rooms. 

He had her try on a few corsets. When she put on a beautiful blue one. It pushed her cleavage up nicely and had garters on the bottom. Cass felt the constricting tightness of the ribbing. He nodded his approval. Next she put on a few dresses. The one he seemed to like the best was a nylon/spandex material. It had an open back and severe plunging deep V neckline that went almost to her navel. The hem line came just above her mid-thigh. Much shorter and more revealing than she felt comfortable wearing. Any quick moves and she would be flash her breasts or show her naked cunny and ass. But the lustful look in his eyes when he gazed at her, told her that it was the perfect choice.

After a few more dresses and corsets, she tried on some more intimate play wear. One of them was a leather body harness. It left nothing to the imagination and fit snuggly. Her breasts were cupped and all of her holes would be open for use. There was a chastity attachment that came with it. The thought of wearing this anywhere made her tremble with need. It made her feel very submissive. They picked several sets of sexy bra and panty sets, some thongs and boy shorts. There were several sets of high heels in varying heights, even a severe pair of thigh high leather boots. The last item was a full mesh open cup diamond V body stocking. Cass felt naked. She figured that she'd better get used to that idea. He had her spin around and model the last item. When she turned back to face him, he had a questioning look. 




The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 02



"I think we need an expert opinion on this one." He said before opening the door to the changing room. "Evan, would you mind giving your opinion on this last item?" Cass was abased at having to be seen in such a revealing way. "How do you think this looks on my slut toy?"

Cass felt so humiliated by his calling her a slut toy in front of the salesman. Evan eyed her closely. He had her spin around. He adjusted the open cups so that her breasts were centered. He had her turn around, then bend over. As soon as she did, Cass remembered she still had the anal plug in. Her face flushed bright red. When she felt Evan's hands between her legs, touching the seated plug, she almost came.

"It looks lovely on her. But I would have to insist that you pay for it anyway, as she seems to have soiled it with all of her leaking juices." He said coldly.

"Alright then, bag all of these up and let's check out. You've been more than helpful. Is there anything she could do for you to show her appreciation?" Eric smiled evilly. Cass's jaw dropped with his suggestion of her servicing the salesman.

"As lovely as that sounds, I'd much prefer something from you Sir."

"I'd love to help you out on that, but I'm strictly a ladies' man. But thanks for the compliment." Eric said as he watched Cass get back into her coat. 

Once they were alone again, Eric helped Cass remove the balls that had been teasing her the whole time they'd been shopping. He had her hold them in her mouth. She whirled them around with her tongue, tasting her own juices, something she was sure she'd have to grow used to tasting. It was a relief that they hadn't slipped out, and caused further embarrassment. Then he helped her with the butt plug. He had her wrap it in a few paper towels and placed it in a bag. Though glad to have the plug out, she was more pleased that he didn't have her put it in her mouth to clean it. After paying for all of the clothing, Eric escorted his toy back out to his truck, placing their purchases in the back. They drove the short distance to his apartment, or should we say Penthouse?



The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 03



Chapter Eight - A New Home

Eric pulled up to his private parking space. He helped his new toy out of the truck and grabbed their shopping bags. He escorted her to the private elevator and pressed the button. Her eyes were down and he could tell that she was attempting to take in deep breaths. This had to be a nervous moment for her in a day full of nervous moments. He chuckled to himself. When the door slid open, he motioned for her to enter. He watched as she took in the expansive foyer and great room. It was ten times the size of her small apartment. 

Cass couldn't believe her Master's Penthouse. It was huge and richly decorated in darker colors. There was leather furniture and thick oriental rugs throughout the main room. The centerpiece of the great room was a giant fireplace. Over the mantle was a large head of a moose. There were other mounted heads of animals, some that she'd never seen before. I guess Master likes to kill things. She thought to herself. He showed her around the place. She followed and was even more amazed with each room he showed her. He finally showed her to her room. 

"This is your room. It has everything you will need. If there's something you require that's not here, just let me know. Right now, I'd like you to shower and meet me downstairs by the fireplace. I'll be waiting there for you." Eric said, his eyes watching her take in the room.

Cass turned to his voice. "Yes Sir. Do you want me prepared in a certain way for you?"

He smiled at her eagerness. "Just clean your body and come down naked." He smiled.

"Yes Sir."

With that, Eric turned and left her to her task. He went to his room, showered and changed into some clean clothes. While he was waiting for Toy, he busied himself by starting a warm fire and opening a bottle of wine. He put on some soft instrumental music on the stereo. The light music came out over the penthouse wide speaker system. He was sitting in his overstuffed recliner when she entered. 

He looked at her when she walked into the room. She was positively ravishing. Her body looked supple, her skin moist and health. He loved the glow of her face. He wondered if she'd pleasured herself while she showered. Part of him wanted her to have broken the rules so he'd have an excuse to punish her again. That thought alone made his cock twitch. But his heart wanted her to have obeyed his rules. At any rate, when she walked over to where he was sitting and knelt at his feet, his heart leapt. He was amazed that someone with as little knowledge about his lifestyle would learn so fast. She was a natural submissive, something precious. While he intended on educating her deeper in the finer points of submission, he inwardly thanked the gods for his luck in finding her.

"You look presentable. Simply beautiful." Eric said with a growl.

"Thank you Sir." She said shyly. 

Cass knelt with her eyes down, in the pose he had showed her that first night. She arched her back to present her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She'd teased them so that they would pleasing to her Master on their first night in his home. Cass made sure that her thighs were spread as wide as possible. She'd secretly hoped that he would see that she was still very aroused and take her for the first time. She longed to have her Master's cock inside her. Her body trembled with need, of her own need of course, but also a deeper need to please him.

"You've mastered that position very well. I'm very pleased." Cass swelled heart swelled, and delighted in his words. "I have many more things I want to teach you, but only a few things tonight. I want to take the rest of your body and claim it as mine." The liquid lust of his voice made Cass's channel flood with her slick juices in anticipation of her Master's cock.

He instructed her to bring him a glass of the wine he'd opened. His eyes watched as she gracefully rose and went to the wet bar and poured the glass. She brought it back to him. She started to hand it to him. He showed her how he wanted it presented to him.

"Toy, submission is filled with rituals. One of them is handing your Master something, like a glass of wine. You're to kneel at my feet with your head bowed properly. Then with both hands cupping the item, in this case the glass, you offer it up to me. You'll wait until I decide to take it from your hands." He watched as she did exactly as he had instructed.

Cass's body shuddered with his instructions. She knelt as he had told her. She gracefully lifted the glass she had cupped in both hands. "Your wine Master." She said sweetly.

Eric took the offered glass and stroked her hair. His toy purred with his touch. He pulled her face so that it laid on his thigh and he continued to run his fingers through her soft hair. He could feel her soft supple breasts press against his leg. They both enjoyed this time of bonding. Him, enjoying the submission of a beautiful creature, and her, content in being owned by a strict but loving man. They stayed this way for several minutes. 

Cass was luxuriating on his thigh, remembering their first night when he made her cum on his boot. She could feel his bare foot beneath her. She held her place but longed to grind on it, the hair from the top of his foot, tickled her cunny. Her body was humming with need, but she was content for now with his fingers stroking her hair. When his hand gently pushed her back, she returned to her kneeling position.

Eric stood and towered over his new little fuck toy. "When you're in this presentation pose and I come up to you, I want you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, offering your mouth to me. This will be done every time. Understand Toy?"

"Yes Master." Cass acknowledged shyly. She was looking up at her Master with her mouth opened and tongue out. He looked so good to her. He was only wearing a pair of dark jeans that were unbuttoned. His broad shoulders started the perfect V that ended at his hips. The thick coat of hair that covered his chest and stomach ended at his open jeans. She stared at the opening of his fly, hoping that she would see her Master's cock again.

Eric loved her fervor and eagerness to learn. The simple sight of a submissive kneeling, offering her mouth to him, always made his cock pulse. Eric reached to the table next to his chair and picked up the two nipple shields. He watched as she followed his hands. Her pupils were dilated and her nostrils were flared. 

"These are for you. They are non-piercing clips for your nipples. They will keep them erect and give you a subtle stimulation while there're on. I want you to wear them while at home. You will only put them on when I am here, during the day you may take them off. It will be part of your daily preparation for my coming home." He said as he twirled the shields in his fingers.

"Yes Master. I will wear them in anticipation of your coming home and while you are here. Thank you Sir." Cass repeated. She bit her lower lip when he bent and placed them on her nipples.

Eric pulled her left nipple slightly, and slid the silver bangle on her erect nipple, then repeated the same with her right. He stepped back a bit to gaze at how the jewelry enhanced her appearance. When he was satisfied with the result, he moved back in front of her. She leaned her head into the bulge of his cock. He stroked her hair.

"Remove my jeans Toy." His voice soft but commanding.

"Y yes Sir." Cass squeaked. She was nervous tonight. She'd been wanting to feel his cock inside her all day, for the past two days for that matter. Her belly tingled, the sensations rippled through her body. 

Eric watched as her shaky hands fumbled with his jeans. When she got them down, his hard cock sprung from its hiding place. She jumped with eager anticipation but stayed with her mouth open and offering to service him. He lined his cock up and slid it into her willing mouth. She closed her lips around the crown and swirled her tongue on the underside of it. He let her lave on his cock, before he placed his hand on her head and guided his cock further down her throat.

Cass gagged when his dick hit the back of her throat. She fought back the reflex. He kept moving his shaft in and out of her mouth. She loved the feeling of him taking her there. This was quickly becoming something she looked forward to. When he pushed further in again, she gagged and coughed when it hit her tonsils. Her eyes watered as she fought off the urge to empty her stomach. She brought her hands up to hold his shaft, maybe in a way to protect him from going too deep.

"No hands Toy. I will use your mouth as I see fit." He took control of her head with his hands and began to take her throat. "When you've learned to take my cock down your throat, you will be allowed to finger yourself." She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations almost made him release early like some school boy. 

Cass struggled with taking him deep but she doubled her efforts and relaxed her throat to let the thick head of his cock press against the entrance of her tight opening. He held her head still while his cock nudged forward. Cass tried to calm herself, fighting the need to breathe. When he pulled his cock out, a long thick rope of saliva extended from her mouth to the head of his dick. When he fisted his shaft and wiped the wetness on her face, Cass shivered. She had been near climax all day and she now fought to hold back her orgasm. She was finding that his degrading treatment only made her feel naughtier.

Eric held his cock in his hand, after rubbing her own saliva on her face, he slapped her cheek with his shaft. "Go over to the ottoman and get on your hands and knees slut." 

Chapter Nine - Claiming of Toy's Cunt

He waited for her to assume the position. He moved to stand beside her, his hand moved her shoulder. "Lay your head down on the cushion with your arms outstretched above your head." He watched as she moved to his command. "Now spread your legs wide." She opened her stance, the position left her feeling open and exposed. "Very good. Now arch your back." His went to the small of her back. His fingers feathered her dimple just above her ass. "This puts your pussy and ass in a position that brings the most pleasure to whoever's cock is inside you. It's called the Ass up position. If I call or text you and instruct you to get into this position, you will immediately go to the foyer and present yourself in this position. Do you understand Toy?"

"Yes Master. If you text or call and instruct me to assume the Ass up position...Ohhh Sir! I will prostrate myself in the foyer and wait your arrival." She repeated his teaching.

While she spoke Eric ran his finger through her wet slit. The touch had flustered her but she was able to continue her response. He reveled in her good behavior. He knew that she had been struggling with not having climaxed since he'd warned her not to touch herself the night before. It was because of this good behavior, that he was about to give her the pleasure she'd been waiting for these past 24 hours.

"Good girl. Now reach back with your hands and hold your cheeks open for me." His voice strong and commanding.

Cass was startled with his forceful command, but she quickly did as he had instructed her. When her sex was pulled opened and waiting, she gasped as she felt his thick cock at the opening of her cunny. She felt him rub the bulbous head up and down her wet slit. A shudder rippled through her and she almost lost her position. She pushed back against him, letting his cock slip inside her. She whimpered as her Master's shaft entered her channel. He let her adjust to his girth, then she felt him push deeper. She curled her hips up and down, hoping that it added to his pleasure.

Eric placed a hand on the small of her back, keeping her back arched. Then he started giving her more of his cock. He enjoyed her whimpers and moans, as he took what was his now. She was so wet that his cock slipped effortlessly into her channel. He had a hard time keeping himself for letting loose with as much as her pussy was milking his cock. She pleased him by how much she had done today for him.

He stopped when he was deep inside her. "Toy. Because you've behaved so well today and pleased your Master, you may cum whenever and as often as you require." Almost before he could finish his acquiescence, he felt her spasm on his cock. Her juices flooded out around his shaft. He fought with everything he had not to follow her over the edge. He wanted to bring her to climax a multitude of times before the night was through. 

He held off a few seconds, then started fucking her again. This time he grabbed her wrists that had been holding herself open for him, and started driving his cock deeper still. The little fuck toy erupted again, her voice almost gone from her screams of pleasure. Her words were incoherent and garbled, but he recognized it as her attempt to thank him. He didn't relent and continued his onslaught. 

Cass's body was giving out on her. She held her position but could feel her arms and legs giving out. If he'd not been hold her arms behind her, she would have surely fallen off the ottoman. Her Master kept fucking her and she kept cumming. OH MY GOD!! She screamed in her thoughts, as her voice was too weak to be heard. When he finally eased to a slower rhythm, she was able to catch her breath. His thick cock slid in and out of her slippery channel. The lewd sounds of her juices sloshing about embarrassed her but she also reveled in the fact that he'd let her cum because he was pleased with her.

Eric let her slowly come down from her multiple orgasms, then slipped from her damp hole. 

"Kneel." 

He waited when she didn't move at first, lost somewhere in her post-orgasmic stupor. When his command organized in her frenzied brain, she scooted down to the floor and knelt obediently at his feet. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He smiled down at her, pleased in her remembering his previous instruction even in her present state of mind.

"Good girl, now clean my cock." His voice gentle but authoritative.

Cass hungrily took his cock in her mouth. She pushed her head down as far as she could go with her arms behind her. She wanted him down her throat in the worse way possible. She wanted to show how much she wanted to thank him for giving her the best orgasm of her life...EVER! She hummed on his stiff member, pressing ever further down. She moaned and made lewd sounds as her Master's cock hit the back of her throat. She excitedly sucked him, laving her tongue across the underside of his shaft. When she got frustrated and not being able to throat him, she pulled back and looked up at him.

"Master? May I use my hands to steady myself? I want you down my throat. Please Sir?" Cass pleaded with her eyes. She blinked when he smiled.

"Since you asked so nicely, You may."

"Thank you Master." She brought here arms forward and placed them each on his thighs. Using just her lips, she bent down and sucked up the end of his cock into her mouth. She took a deep breath to relax herself, then she opened her throat and edged him through the tight ring of her throat. Cass's eyes were closed and she pressed her Master deeper down. When his course hairs tickled her nose, her eyes flew open and she blinked. Cass moaned with her accomplishment.

Eric was amazed that she'd been able to deepthroat him. It was not something that someone just learned to do overnight, but she had, and had earned a reward. "I want you to finger yourself while you have me down your throat Toy." His lip inched upward when she gurgled what he assumed was a 'thank you sir' while he was still in her mouth. He was starting to grow very fond of her, but he needed to remember that this was just a contractual thing, not permanent, not forever, not...love. He shook his head to shake that thought from his head. He looked down at his fuck toy and watched her hungrily devoured his cock. With her fingering herself, her whimpers and moans were sending tacit messages through the vibration it caused.

He pushed her away, then moved back to his chair and sat down. He saw the little pout she gave him but he let it go, she'd been more than he expected. "Come ride my cock girl. I want you to fuck me like you were just sucking me." He growled.

Cass jumped to her feet even though her knees were a little sore and weak from their play. She started to climb onto his lap but he turned her around so that she was not facing him. She huffed a little as she longed to look into his eyes while he was inside her. So far he'd only made eye contact when she had him in her mouth. But she did as she was instructed and presented her ass to him. He guided his cock back into her tight pussy, the post coital spasm she had when his cock slipped in, only encouraged her to please him. She'd had two huge orgasms already, once when he fucked her on the ottoman and the other when he told her to finger herself with his cock down her throat. There were others of the smaller aftershock variety. She wanted him to cum more than anything in this world right now.

Eric laid back and fixated on her ass and how her swollen lips seemed to swallow his cock. She was fucking him just as energetically as she had throated him. The way she curled her hips in and finished the stroke with a swirl that had him tittering on the edge of bliss. This girl can fuck! He set back in awe. He could tell by her little noises that she was enjoying herself too. He slapped her wiggling ass as she continued to drop her pussy down onto the long thick shaft of his cock. 

"Yes, yes, spank me Daddy." Cass yelled as she edged closer to another huge orgasm. His cock felt so good filling her channel and bumping her cervix. Her legs ache from riding him but she wasn't about to stop now.

His ears perked when she called him Daddy. When she had referred to him as Master earlier this evening, it had elicited a twinge in his crotch, but this was even better. He watched as she lost herself on his shaft, her pussy tightly squeezing his, milking him, until he finally released into her wetly spasming channel. He felt her rhythm slow to a gentle rocking, trying to extract every ounce of his seed from him. Eric reached up and pulled her back onto his chest. His strong arms wrapping around her, one hand cupping her breast while the other slipped down her belly to her clit. She threw her head back on his shoulders. He kissed her softly on her exposed neck.

Cass shuddered when his proficient hands fondled her body. Coupled with his lips gently kissing her neck while she laid impelled on his still blood engorged shaft. She felt like her trembling would never end. Please don't ever make me leave this place Daddy. Cass thought as they both basked in the afterglow of their port coital haze. She drifted off in a peaceful slumber, her need assuaged by her Master, her Daddy.

Eric felt her body become listless, her gentle breath confirmed that she'd fallen asleep. He held her tight not wanting to let go. He breathed in her sweet smell and gently stroked her supple skin. She stirred only when his cock slipped from her warm pussy. He secretly basked in the feeling of her in his arms. He felt completely sated. She'd done everything he's ask of her, and had satisfied him totally. To him she had no flaws. When this thought entered his mind, he thought of his many flaws. Why he couldn't allow himself to grow fond of her, why he had to separate his feelings for her.

He cradled her in his arms and carried her up to her room. As much as he wanted have her in his bed tonight, even forever, he knew it just couldn't be. He pulled back the covers from her bed, and laid her down. He returned with a warm wet cloth and wiped her body clean, taking extra care of her swollen labia and rosette. Eric kissed her gently on the forehead and tucked her into to bed.




The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 03



"Good night Baby girl." He whispered softly.

"Good night Daddy." Her softly uttered reply shattered him.

Chapter Ten - Tenuous Start to the Day

Cass rolled over in bed. Her body ached but she had slept better than she had in as long as she could remember. When her eyes slowly opened, she momentarily didn't know where she was. Then it registered that she was in "her" room in Eric's condo. Why do I have to sleep alone? Why can't I sleep with him? The questions would go unanswered. She fingered his collar that was still around her neck and she remembered her place. The sun lightly peeked around the thick curtains of her room as she sat up and stretched her sore body. Cass wasn't sure what to do. He'd given her no instructions because she'd fallen asleep. She bolted upright and quickly jumped into the shower to clean off. She needed to find him and start another day of service.

Eric had risen early as usual. He showered and checked his phone and e-mail. Being the owner of a large company never ended. He'd been working every day for the past several years, ever since his parents had died. His love life had been scattered with occasional submissives, but they were all short lived and were mainly just to quell his needs. It had been a fairly lonely existence but that had not been important. His drive to make his father's business grow. Actually, he'd been his step-father. Eric had never known his own father. His mother had remarried when he was only 2yo and grown to think of her second husband as his own.

He had decided to let Cass sleep in today. There was no pressing reason for her to be up. They'd gone to bed exhausted and hadn't even eaten anything for dinner. So after sending off a few e-mails, he went down to the kitchen and started preparing a big breakfast. He had some country music playing softly on stereo, but had it playing only in the rooms downstairs. This was his comfort zone. Alone in his kitchen. He had always loved to cook and busied himself with the task of preparing something that would provide the nourishment they would need.

Cass toweled off after her shower. She kind of liked that she didn't have to find something to wear. After brushing her damp hair and putting it into a couple of dog ear ponytails, she went downstairs to find him. She could hear the music softly laying through the speakers and could smell something wonderful cooking. When she turned the corner to where the kitchen was she stopped. He was in a pair of faded jeans, no shirt or shoes, and he was cooking. Cass leaned against the corner and just watched how he efficiently he went about the business of making breakfast. He was a picture of organization. She thought of how he had been last night, so caring, and patient with her. It wasn't like she'd thought it would be. She thought that she would be constantly fucking or sucking him or someone else he wanted to see her with. Those thoughts sacred her. He did do some things that pushed her, but in the end he'd been there to protect her, and ok that man could fuck.

He saw her staring into space. She looked lovely in his collar and nipple shields. She'd showered and put her hair in pigtails. She looked much younger, even more naïve. It's what had drawn him to her, her innocence. "Good mornin' Sunshine." His voice easy and calm. 

Cass startled to his voice that brought her back to the present. "Good morning Sir. I'm sorry for flopping out on you last night. I'm ready to be punished for my bad behavior." She dropped down on her knees where she stood.

Eric continued to cook, but turned around to see her in position. "What, I'm not your Daddy this mornin'?" He chuckled.

"W what?" She stammered.

"You called me Daddy last night when you were lost in the throes of an orgasm." He smiled at her.

"I'm sorry Sir,,,uh...Master. I don't know why I did that." Her voice 

"Come child." He watched as she struggled to get up from her kneeling position. She padded over to where he was standing. "I have to say, I've never been called that before, but I kinda liked it. You don't remember?" He smiled and pulled her into an embrace.

Cass tingled with warmth when he held her. "No Sir. I was in seventh heaven. You can be quite intoxicating Sir...Daddy." A warm flush of blood warmed her face and sent an early rush of fluids to her pussy. 

"MMMmmm. I like the sound of that Baby Girl."

She watched as he finished the meal with one hand, just as efficiently as he had been doing with two. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Sure, you can set the table and pour us up some orange juice or milk if you'd rather have that." He kissed her forehead.

She accepted his kiss but wanted something more, but she scurried off to do as she'd been told. She found the plates and silverware, and poured them each a glass of juice. He brought the food to the table and started doling out some of everything on her plate. It was more than she could have ever finished. She pushed her food around on the plate, eating bits and pieces of things. She liked the waffles that he made with strawberries and whipped cream.

They didn't talk much while they ate and when he'd finished he took his cup of coffee and went out on the balcony. Cass busied herself with clearing the table and washing the dishes. When she'd finished with putting everything away, she took her glass of juice and went out to where he was.

Eric looked out over the city. He loved this condo, yes it was really a penthouse, but he liked it for the view it afforded. Although, he'd rather be living on a large ranch somewhere, his father had always said that he needed to be close to where things happened. He remembered his mother had moved from Texas to be with her new husband but always longed to be in an open space just like him. But you can't run a business from afar, so he settled with this place, high above it all but near his work.

He cursed himself for settling for what his dead father wanted for him. He didn't love it here. He didn't like what he did for a living. Sure it made him a rich man, but it didn't challenge him, it didn't fill a void. Eric also cursed himself for letting her get under his skin. She'd waltz right into the kitchen this morning and he just fell for her again. You can't have her Eric. You're too busy, too broken. He would have to get his head together or this was going to end ugly.

Cass walked out of the open French doors onto the balcony. He was standing at the rail, looking out, lost in thought. She moved over next to him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight.

"On your knees slut!" His voice harsh and commanding.

She dropped her glass, breaking it and spilling its contents on the ground. She fell to her knees and got into position. She quickly remembered to open her mouth and she jutted out her tongue, offering herself. She felt the sting of a shard of broken glass cut into her knee. What did I do now? She thought, holding her tongue, not wanting to anger him more.

He turned and pulled his cock out and pushed into her open mouth. His hands grabbed her head and pushed his cock deep into her throat. She immediately started gagging. He felt her try to push him away but held her tight. When he did release her, she fell back on her behind, he thighs splayed. She had tears in her eyes. He wasn't sure if it was from her crying or from her gag reflex. Eric realized he couldn't do this. Not now, not while he was angry with her. No, angry at himself.

"Go to you room Toy. Go and think about your place. What you are here for." He said in a gruff voice.

Cass hesitated there, staring up at him. She fought back her tears. "Please Daddy, use me. I know my place. I'm Daddy's fuck toy." She turned and got on all fours, in the ass up position he'd taught her. She reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her holes to him. "Please Daddy, use me for your pleasure."

Eric watched as she bent and presented herself for use, her sex glistened with arousal. He knew this was wrong. He couldn't use her in anger. She'd done nothing wrong, this was his problem.

"I said go to your room. Now!" His voice commanding but less angry.

Cass rose and started to pad off to her room. She turned towards her Master. "I don't know why the fuck you have me here if you don't want to use me. I should just go home and pack my things and go live on the street. I'm sure someone will find a way to use me." She turned and started again for her room.

Eric was startled by her angry response. "STOP!" He moved towards her in a deliberate manner. When he stood in front of her, he lifted her chin with his finger. "Now part of this is my fault. I have some problems with relationships and I'm having to work those things out. But, I can't sit by and let you speak in that tone and manner to me. As much as I hate to, I'm going to have to punish you for it. Even though I was the cause of it."

Eric hooked his finger into the O-ring of her collar and pulled her over to the ottoman. He sat down and pulled her over his lap. She silently complied and didn't struggle. His hands stoked her gently on her back, lightly tracing the dimple at her hips. Then his hand moved down and cupped her upturned behind. He squeezed her supple cheek. 

She moaned softly. Her pussy flooded with a fresh supply of her juices as she laid over his lap, his hands softly stroking her. The way he had her over his knee had her off balance, but she felt safe in his possession. She spread her legs slightly to give him access to her holes.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling back sharply. "This is a punishment, so they will be hard. You will receive 10 slaps with my open hand. No need to count them, but you will mind your manners when I'm finished. Now why are you being punished Toy?" His voice terse but not angry.

"B...because I spoke rudely to Daddy." She replied shyly.

He didn't wait any longer. His hand came down hard on the bottom. The hard slaps came at a blistering pace, each cheek getting equal treatment. 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

With each blow her cries got louder. Each time his hand connected with her bottom, her breasts wobbled and caused her turgid nipples to abrade on the cloth of the ottoman. Cass swore her pussy was leaking onto his jeans. Her belly tingled with an impending orgasm that she fought to control.

Eric's hand gently rubbed her quickly reddening ass. "You have two more to go. Where would you like them my pet?" His voice calmed by her submission.

"Where ever Daddy would like." She said coyly, but she knew where she wanted him to strike next. 

"No. I want to hear where you want them."

Cass blinked. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly. She wanted him so badly. "D...daddy, I want them on your toy's pussy. Please Daddy? Whip your toy's pussy." She said breathlessly now. Her orgasm right on the edge.

"As you wish, but Toy, I can tell that you are very close to coming. If you do, I will whip your wet little cunny until it is so swollen, you will have to spread your lips to pee. Understood?"

"Oh yes Daddy. I'll be a good girl." Her voice determined but scared.

Eric brought his hand down hard in rapid succession right between her splayed thighs.

SLAP! SLAP!

Cass's body trembled with need but she was able to hold off her orgasm. "Thank you Daddy. I'm sorry for being rude to you."

"All is forgiven Baby Girl. Why don't you pick out a movie and we can lay here and watch it." Eric watched as she padded up to the TV. Her soft ass was red and swollen from her punishment. He chuckled to himself. The little minx had gotten into his heart. When she turned and he saw her red and swollen labia, his cock twitched. She had chosen for him to whip her soft little cunny, not because she was a pain slut, but because she knew it would please him. So when she had decided on a chick flick, he didn't care. She had earned a reward.

Eric had moved over to the couch and patted the space beside him for her to lay down. She did as he instructed and laid her head in his lap. His hand pulled the warm afghan off the back of the couch, tucking it in around her naked body. He ran his thick fingers through her soft hair. She purred, nuzzling his throbbing dick. He doubted they would get through the closing credits.

Cass relished her time in her Master's lap. Her bottom still stung from her punishment, but she cooed with lust as he ran his fingers through her hair. It seemed to lessen to sting some. While they watched the movie, she couldn't help but feel his cock against her cheek. She tried not to snuggle against it, not wanting to raise her Master's ire, but she longed for him to fill her with his shaft.

They shared a bonding, luxuriating on the couch. During one of the steamier scenes, Cass couldn't take it anymore. She crawled up into her Master's lap, straddling him with her wet cunny against his throbbing bulge. "Please Daddy, fuck you little toy." She begged. He nodded his assent. She kissed him sweetly and reached between her legs and unzipped his jeans, releasing his thick cock. Cass lifted slightly and sank down onto his shaft. Because she was so wet, her pussy was able to take his girth with little effort, slowly ground on his cock, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swirled her hips, feeling his thick shaft hit all of the walls of her channel. He let her set the pace. 

He reached around and cupped her ass and found them still warm. She moaned as the sting was renewed. She tightened around his cock. "Please Daddy, may I cum?"

"Yes, cum on your Daddy's cock." His voice gravely with lust. He felt her body immediately tense, as the spasms washed over her. He didn't force the pace, but let her writhe on his cock. He could feel her clinching, milking him. He fought off the urge to follow her. He wasn't finished with her yet. She slowed to a stop but kept swirling her hips slowly. When she'd come back down and her breathing was calmer. He slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her up, cupping her bottom. He squeezed her tender ass and brought her up and down at a feral pace, his cock sloshing in her wet pussy. She fell into the crook of his neck as he took what was his. His tempo was thunderous. She mewed and whimpered with each savage thrust. He could feel his scrotum tightening. Before she could beg, he said. "Cum with me Baby Girl."

"AAAAhhh t...thank you D...dadddyyyyyyy."

They both stiffened and fell over the edge of the abyss together. Their lustful sounds, echoing throughout the great room, until his pace slowed. They laid there in each other's arms until their heartbeats synced. A thin sheen of sweat glistened from their bodies. Their bodies clinching, until all was calm.

Cass sat in her Master's lap with his softening cock still inside her. Her fingers running through the thick patch of hair on his chest. "Thank you Daddy." She purred.



The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 04



Chapter Eleven – Claiming Her Ass

The next several weeks went without much incident. Eric spent much time as he could at home teaching protocols and rituals to Cass. But there were still times when she was at home alone for her to practice. It went well for the most part. He gave her encouragement and praise when she accomplished a task well, and punished her when she made mistakes or breaches in the things she'd learned. They both fell into a smooth rhythm. Eric continued to be amazed with his Baby Girl's enthusiasm and ability to retain as much as she had. 

As she grew comfortable with serving, and presentation, Eric thought it was time for a live test. So on Wednesday evening, he told her of his plan to have a business meeting at his home that following Friday at noon. He explained to her exactly what he expected of her with regard to her behavior, what he wanted in way of a meal or snack, and her manor of dress for that event. Since it would be at home and the attendees would be his employees, he expected her to be in regular home attire, which was naked with her collar and nipple shields only. He was not surprised when she didn't even blink at his command. 

Cass felt like she had struggled with learning the new protocols that her Master had laid down. She focused her days alone at home studying and practicing the rituals and skills. She loved the praise she received almost as much as the punishments. When he'd told her about the planned business meeting, her heart nearly stopped. It was one thing to perform for her Master, but she'd never done anything in front of others. The thought of making a mistake and embarrassing him, weighed heavily on her mind.

One of the new trainings that Cass was doing was anal training. Her Master had started her out with her wearing a butt plug for four hours a day while she did chores. She eventually had gotten up to wearing them all day. Her Master would inspect her in the morning before he left for work and then remove it before bed at night. The only deviation from this ritual was Thursday night. Every Thursday night, she and her Master would spend the evening watching movies.

Eric came home the Thursday before the planned business meeting. He knew it was 'movie night' and that Cass always looked forward to snuggling on the couch with him. But he felt like she needed a distraction from all of the stress she'd been placing on herself about the business meeting. So he decided that he would finally claim her last slut hole. She had worked hard with her anal training exercises and religiously wore her plug all day for the past several weeks. He felt she was ready for the real thing. 

When Eric walked in the house that evening, Cass was in the Ass up position in the foyer. She' been waiting for him for about 45 minutes. He'd stayed in the truck for an extra 20 minutes to give her time to let the anticipation build up. He'd texted her before he'd left the office and told her to prepare herself, mind and body to be claimed anally. 

Cass had been waiting for what seemed like hours before her Master came in the door. She was excited to finally have her Master's cock in her ass. She'd worked hard to train and prepare for this moment. Her little surprise for her Master was the pretty little cat tail butt plug that she'd ordered with her own money. So when the door opened, she wiggled her tail for him.

"Ah my pet. You look resplendent, with your pretty little tail. Daddy is going to claim his Baby Girl's last slut hole tonight. Are you ready?" His voice deep and jovial. 

"Yes DADDY! This slut is SOOOO ready for you to claim me totally. I've been soppy wet since your text message. Please Daddy claim me." She cheerfully responded.

Eric set his briefcase down by the door, and picked up her leash that was hanging on the coat rack by the door. He clipped the end to her O-ring and led her to his playroom. He turned back several times to watch her seductively crawl behind him. She was so fucking hot, he had to force himself not to take her in the hallway. He felt like such a school boy when she was being extra naughty. 

When they both entered the playroom, Cass noticed a new piece of furniture in the center of the room. How the hell did he get that in here without me noticing? She thought to herself. It was a large flat padded platform. It had to be about 4" thick with several D-rings along the edges of the padding.

"Alright my pretty little pet, hop up on the center of the pad and get on all fours." He said in his breathy Dom voice.

She readily complied, with an extra little swish of her tail. He then tied her wrists together in a 'cat paw knot", Eric grin to himself thinking it was appropriate knot for her little kitten tail surprise, then pulled them above her head and secured them to the edge of the pad. Next Eric laced a 'Lark's Head knot' to her thigh and ankle, wrapping it around the leg and securing it with a 'surgeon's knot'. He repeated the same knot on her other thigh and ankle, then secured them along edge of the pad on opposite slide. The result was a variation of a frog tie. It had her the perfect position to access her pussy and ass. He walked around her, checking to make sure that each knot wasn't cutting her circulation off.

"How does that feel my little kitten?" 

"So fucking hot Daddy. Your kitten is in heat for you." She breathlessly responded.

"Language pet. Have we not discussed this? I think that you're asking for some punishment." He replied quizzically.

"Yes Master. My body is yours to punish and ravish." She said both mournfully and excitedly.

Eric went over to the near wall and pulled a rattan cane and two crops. One a small rider's crop and the other a feather tipped crop. With her eyes facing forward, she couldn't see what he'd retrieved. As he walked behind her, he swished the rattan cane through the air. He noticed her tail move when her tight opening clinched in response the terrifying sound of the implement. Canes were something that she'd told him she feared. He had no intension of using it on her, only to get her attention and put her on edge. He succeeded on both accounts. 

Eric kneeled behind her and gently removed her precious little cat tail. He placed on a towel for her to clean and put away later. Then he stepped back and took the rider's crop and teased her displayed rosette with the 1" wide leather keeper. Because of her tight restraints she couldn't move. He flicked the crop and slapped her rosette gently, teasing it. Then he moved around, tapping her inner thighs, cheeks, then back to her tight hole. He laid several precise stings to her tight hole. She flinched but moaned with his ministrations. 

Eric moved to her side and gave her some well-placed slaps to the sides of her hanging breasts. She whimpered but was loving it. He then returned to behind. He reddened it methodically, before returning to her tight hole. He focused on bringing it to a nice crimson color. When he felt that she had received enough punishment for her language, he dropped the crop on the floor and picked up the feather topped one. He teased her skin and reddened areas. She wiggled as best she could, trying to avoid the teasing toy. He thought that the tickling was more painful than the actual strikes. He made a mental note about that.

"Are you ready kitten? Daddy can't wait any longer to take your last slut hole." His gravelly voice proclaimed.

"Oh god yes Daddy." She said with a whimper.

Eric moved behind her and took a generous amount of lube and warmed it in his hands. He applied it to her opening and then to his throbbing cock. When she was opened enough to take him, he pressed the thick tip of his cock against her hole, teasing her.

"Tell me what you want kitten."

Cass still felt the stink from his cropping her asshole, but she moaned in anticipation. "P...please Daddy, claim your sluts last hole."

"That's my good girl." She purred hearing those words.

He pushed slightly and the crown of his cockhead slipped through the tight ring of her rosette. He stayed still, letting her adjust to his girth. Her training helped in relaxing, and baring down on his entrance. When she had relaxed enough, he pressed further, sinking into the depths of her bowels.

Cass could feel the thick cock of her Master sinking inside her. She felt so full with him inside. It burned a little but the pain was not that bad. She wanted so much to push back and take him deeply, but her restraints prevented that. He was in control; she was just a hole to use for his pleasure. She reveled in that thought. She had now become his true three-holed fuck toy. While the slight pain from his intrusion of her ass was spread across her whole body, she understood now why he'd cropped her body before. The stings from the crop on her breasts, ass and thighs, had given her something to focus on, thus minimizing and distracting her focus on the pain of his claiming.

Cass writhed as he worked his cock in and out of his toy. The steady rhythm was pleasing to them both. Her breasts wobbled with each of thrusts, her nipples abrading against the pad. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, letting his cock sink deeper still. Her kegels were clinching his thick shaft as it pleasured him. He'd taught her that the exercises would add to both of their pleasure and he was right. She moaned with the beautiful mix of pain and pleasure.

"Please Daddy, may your slut cum?"

"Not yet my pet. Hold it for me."

His cock was buried inside her. He was close himself, but wanted to make it last just a bit longer. He could feel her muscles clinching and knew she couldn't hold it much longer, nor could he. He slapped her ass with his open palm and rode her to the finish line.

"P...please Daddy! Oh p...please!" She begged.

He hesitated, wanting it to last. Then the time was right. He simply said...

Cum." And she broke into a million pieces around his cock.

They both climaxed together. Their sweaty bodies caressed each other's. Eric slowly caught his breath and reached around to remove the tight wrist restraints. He rubbed her wrists, to quickly return circulation and relieve and cramps she might have. Still buried in her ass, Eric reached up and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back. Her back arched and he towered over her, until they met in an upside-down kiss. His mouth devoured hers. The long passionate kiss sent another wave a pleasure through her body. He gaping ass clinched around his thick cock, milking him. Eric reached for her leg restraints and loosened them. When he was finished, they both fell into a loving embrace. It took several minutes before their heartbeats synced again. 

"Ah thank you Daddy. You're so good to your Baby Girl." She said breathlessly.

"You're welcome kitten."

Chapter Twelve – The Test

When Cass woke on Friday morning, she knew that it would be different from the rest. She would have to perform for her Master in front of others. She had practiced and prepared for weeks to get the protocols down. She felt ready but didn't want to let him down. She was still sore from his claiming her ass last night, but reveled in its pleasant distraction. She prepared herself for the day as usual. She showered, placed her shields back on and her butt plug in, then woke up her Master with his morning blowjob, then started breakfast. She had him out the door and on his way to the office on time. Now she needed to start on lunch and preparing for the business meeting at noon.

Cass already had everything she needed for a nice lunch. She decided to set up the dining area. She set out 4 place mats, with plates and silverware. The center piece was from Eric's flower garden. It was a lovely mix of roses and lilies, with a smattering of daisies. It brightened the table well and made the room smell fresh. Then she went about marinating the chicken and prepping everything so that when they arrived and started the meeting, she would just start the meal and it would be ready when they finished.

At 10:30 there was a knock at the door. Cass answered it and was surprised to find it was Liz, the lawyer from her first day at the office. She blushed remembering when Liz had fingered her while she was restrained on the desk and being throated by her Master.

"Come in Ma'am. May I take your jacket?" Cass asked graciously. 

"Hello Toy. That would be lovely. Eric sent me over here to make sure you were alright and ready for today." Liz said as she eyed the naked playmate of her boss.

Cass had noted Liz's conservative business suit. The grey jacket matched her tight pencil skirt that came just above her knees. She had white stocking on and very expensive heels. She was a beautiful young lady. It was when she removed her jacket that Cass first saw that she wore a very sheer silk blouse. Liz was very petite and didn't seem to be wearing a bra. Her full B breasts were both capped off with very erect nipples that seem to be wanting to poke their way through her blouse. 

Cass tried to focus. "Everything is going well. Thank you Ma'am. Could I get you a glass of wine?"

"Sure, I need something to take the edge off." She followed the pretty submissive into the kitchen.

Cass poured her a glass and handed hold the glass in the upturned palm of her right hand, while the stem was steadied by her left. The practiced protocol appeared to go unnoticed by Liz. Cass smiled anyway at her first test. She turned and started to prepare the chicken. She wrapped the fillets of chicken in saran wrap and started to pound them with a wooden mallet until they were all flattened. Cass pulled the layer of wrap off and placed a slice of prosciutto over each breast than sprinkled it with cheese. She then rolled them up, lightly battered them and set them aside.

Liz had pulled up her skirt and sat on the bar stool watching the pretty submissive prepare the chicken. While she sipped her wine she secretly fingered her clitty. She had been enamored with the young woman ever since she first saw her in Eric's office.  

"I love your collar and that nipple jewelry makes them look so fetching. Have you ever thought about getting them pierced?" Liz said as her fingers teased her erect nub. 

"I don't know. I wonder if it would hurt?" Cass asked shyly.

"Mind did, but I love a little pain."

"You have pierced nipples?"

"Yes, would you like to see them? My labia and hood is pierced too."

"MMMmmm. Yes." Cass replied.

Cass came around the bar and saw that Liz had her skirt up and was fingering herself. She watched as the young blonde unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her breasts. Each nipple had a silver bar bell horizontally through her thick nipples. Her own nipples tingled with the thought.

"Oh my god, your stockings." Cass eyed the suspenders of Liz's stockings. They were held up by four labia rings and pulled sharply. She could see the glistening juices on her fingers as she toyed with the large bar bell that protruded above her engorged clit.

"Yes, I love and hate them. They keep me aroused all day and can be very distracting." Liz said without stopping her open display of fingering herself.

Cass wanted to finger herself too but couldn't without permission. Her pussy flooded with a fresh supple of her juices. "Oh my, that is so sexy. I'd love to be with Master out somewhere being teased by his rings. That would be so lovely." Her nipples peeked with arousal, thinking of wearing rings for her Daddy.

Both girls were lusting for each other when they heard someone at the door. Liz straightened her skirt and buttoned her blouse, just as Eric entered the kitchen. He moved to Cass and gave her a kiss. He noticed that both girls seemed flustered and smiled. 

"Hello Liz. Thanks for stopping by early and checking up on Toy." He turned to Cass. "How are things coming?"

"Everything is ready to start. I will help get everyone seated then I will start cooking when your meeting starts Sir." She said nervously.

Eric left to go get his things ready for the meeting. The girls giggled at almost being caught. "That was close. You'd better get busy with the meeting so I can focus on the meal." Liz kissed her as she slipped off the stool and followed Eric into the study. Cass went back to preparing the Brussel sprouts and salad.

After about twenty minutes, the doorbell chimed. Cass washed her hands and went to the front door. She opened it to find two young men in nicely tailored suits. "Good Morning Sirs. Come in. May I take your coats?" Cass offered. They each let her remove their jackets and watched as she hung them up in the foyer closet. She escorted them to Eric's study, where the meeting was to be held. 

When they reached the room, they found Eric and Liz going over the notes for the meeting. He looked up when they entered. "Welcome gentlemen. I see that you've met Toy. You already know Liz." He gestured to both women.

Cass waited until her Master had finished introduction. "Sir, would any of you like a drink or a glass of wine?"

She took their drink orders and scurried back to the kitchen. She returned later with their drinks. She offered them with practiced precision. When she looked up at her Master, he wore a proud smile. Then the doorbell rang again. She went back and answered it. It was an older man. He eyed her naked body as she invited him in. When she took his coat, he squeezed her breasts, teasing her nipple. 

"Are you the entertainment today Sugar?" He said while he groped her ass. 

"I'm only my Master's Fuck Toy, Sir. Would you like a drink?" She said trying to avoid his wayward hands.

"Give me a Double Blended Scotch with a twist." He said as he tweaked her exposed nipple again. 

Cass fixed his drink and escorted him to the study. He touched her the whole way. She felt dirty and wondered if her Master would have her service the men before the evening was through. She wasn't sure how's she felt about that. When they arrived at the study the meeting was underway. 

"Thank Toy. We will be finished here in about an hour. Will lunch be ready then?" Eric said, not noticing Cass distress.

"Y...yes Master. I have everything set for the dining room. Lunch will be waiting when you're finished here." She said, cutting her eyes to the old man that had groped her.

"Then be off with you and we will be there soon. Thank my pet." 

Liz watched as Cass left to do as her Master had commanded. She noticed her nervousness. She also thought that Max, the man who'd just arrive, had something to do with it.

Cass returned the kitchen and started the finishing touches of lunch. Twenty minutes later she was pulling the Chicken Cordon Blue out of the oven. She heard everyone gathering in the dining room. So she placed the bowl of salad and carafe of blue cheese dressing on a silver tray and went into the dining area. Everyone was seated and she started serving everyone. She started with her Master and was moving around the table. When she got to the man who had groped her, she hesitated, but then served him his salad. Then she went to Liz. When she went to pour the dressing onto her plate, she felt the man's fingers touch her wet folds. Cass dropped the carafe onto Liz's plate.

She picked up the carafe quickly and set it on the table. "I'm so sorry Master. It slipped out on my hands. I can quickly make more." She bowed and returned to the kitchen. Eric followed closely after her. 

He found her crying while leaning against the bar. He wrapped his arms around her. She jumped from the touch. "What's wrong my pet? Don't be upset, you've done well." He consoled her. 

"No I haven't. I've embarrassed you in front of your workers. " She continued to cry.

Just then a loud noise came from the dining area. Some heated words were exchanged and then footsteps. When the front door slammed, they both went to see what happened. What they saw was Liz holding the now empty carafe of dressing and Max, the man who had groped Cass was gone.




The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 04



"What happened?" Eric asked.

"Max had to go. He needed to wash the dressing off his suit before it stained it." Liz said to everyone's laughter. 

Cass went to Liz and took the empty carafe of dressing. "I'll go make some more. It won't take me a minute." She said, mouthing the words 'thank you" to Liz as she turned.

The rest of the meal went off without any more incidents. When everyone started to leave, Cass helped each person with their jacket. When she was helping Liz with hers, Eric came into the foyer. "I think you two have some explaining to do. Follow me. Both of you." His voice commanding. They both complied.

Eric was sitting in his chair when they entered the great room. Liz sat on the couch across from him. Cass knelt at his feet in a presentation position.

He looked at Liz. "No tell me what happened with Max and how he mysteriously got dressing on his suit." His eyes fierce and questioning.

Liz looked at Cass kneeling on the floor, then back to her boss. "Well, I think 

'Mad Max' was being a little forward with Toy here, so I put him in his place. HR has been trying to fire him for months now. He has a history of sexual advances at work. I couldn't stand him getting away with it again. He ruined Toy's, Cass's dinner. One that she had gone to so much trouble to prepare." Liz took a deep breath. She knew Max was a dear friend of Eric's.

He looked at Cass. "Is that true? Did he touch you?" His voice calmer, softer.

"Y...yes Master. He touched me several times when I took him to the study, then when I was pouring the dressing, he touched my pussy Sir. I didn't know what to do. I thought you had told him it was OK." She said, holding back more tears.

Eric reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her face down on his knee, consoling her. "Oh my pet. I would never let anyone touch you. You're mine." He said softly. 

"Thank you Master." She purred.

"I may at some point like to see you with someone's else, but it will be with your full knowledge and agreement." His hands softly stroked his pet. 

"Why don't you get Liz and myself a nice glass of wine, while we talk about a few things." 

She looked up to see his smiling face. "Yes Master." She scurried off to get the drinks.

When Cass returned a few minutes later, she placed the bucket of ice with the wine bottle and two glasses down on the table. She poured one glass and turned to her Master. She knelt and held his glass up to him, holding the stem with both hands and her head down. He waited for a moment, basking in the perfection that was his Toy. Then he took it from her, thanking her. Cass then rose and poured another glass for Liz. She knelt and held the glass up to her, just as she did for her Master. Liz raised her eyebrows inquisitively, but took the glass from her. Then Cass returned to her Master's side.

Eric looks down at Cass. "First of all, Max has been a longtime friend but he will no longer be working for me. There was no excuse for his behavior. Secondly, Liz tells me that you've expressed some interest in her piercings. Is that true?" His eyebrow raised, but smiling.

Cass blushed. "Yes Master. She showed me before you arrived. They're lovely. If it pleased you, I would wear them for you."

"Nothing would please me more. We will set up an appointment as soon as possible."

"Thank you Master." Turning to Liz. "And you Ma'am. Thank you for what you did for me today. I will never forget it."

"That is not my last idea for this evening. While I think getting you is pierced is a nice reward for your work on protocols and the business lunch, I think Liz here deserves a reward of her own. Don't you think Toy?"

She looked into his eyes and saw lust in their sparkle. "Whatever I can do to reward her, I would gladly do Master."

"Have you ever been with a woman my pet?"

"N...no Sir, but if it pleases you, I would gladly do it."

"Strip her garments." His voice low and commanding.

Cass gracefully, rose from her kneeling position and padded over to where Liz was seated on the couch. She offered her hand and helped her rise to a standing position. She started to unbutton her blouse when Liz leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She felt her face flush as Liz's hands cupped her face. Their lips mashed together. Cass felt the teasing flick of Liz's tongue as their mouths opened and their tongues danced. 

Cass's hands, still down on Liz's blouse, cupped her dainty breasts. She could feel her hard nipples and the bars that were pierced through them. Her body shuddered from the thought of having hers done and with the onslaught of Liz's wet tongue. Cass heard Liz moan when she twirled her nipples. With that, Cass was more determined to bring her pleasure, so she broke the soft kiss and returned to removing Liz's blouse. When she had unbuttoned it, she slipped the silk blouse off of her shoulders, kissing where ever new flesh was revealed. She kissed up her arms, to her shoulders, then across the gentle ridge of her collar bone to her neck. Then she softly kissed down to her breasts, taking her left nipple into her mouth. She softly sucked, while her tongue flicked across the hard bud. Her fingers twirled the other nipple. Cass released the tight nub and licked trail to the other and gave it the same attention.

She slipped her hand down across Liz's trim belly and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Liz stepped out of it and Cass picked the clothing up of the floor and folded it neatly and placed it on the nearby table. When she turned, she saw Liz in all of her glory for the first time. She was naked except for her stockings and heels. Cass saw the gentle pull of the garters on her labia rings when she moved. She could see the glistening evidence of how aroused Liz was. Her own pussy flooded with a new puddle of juices. 

Cass fell to her knees and crawled back to Liz. She guided her back to the couch and had her sit with her ass at the edge of the cushion. She ran her hands up the stocking clad legs of Liz, then started kissing her thigh where the stocking ended. Cass was surprised to find the lace wet with Liz's juices. Cass licked the juices from her delicate skin. She followed the trail up her thigh to the source of the wetness, then she started back with the other leg. She took her time, much to the dismay of Liz who laid writhing on the sofa. 

Eric watched as the two young girls passionately embraced. He could tell that Cass was slowly gaining confidence from the loud moans that she was making Liz elicit. She had started out very tentative, but had been ravenously covering Liz's body with soft kisses. As Liz laid splayed on the couch, Eric watched as his toy was pleasuring a woman for the first time. His cock was about to rip a hole in his suit. He adjusted his cock to give it some more room as he surveyed the lurid acts before him.

Liz could feel the trembling in her belly. She'd wanted this beautiful creature since the first day she saw her in Eric's office. The taste of her sweet pussy had lingered on her tongue all day. When she'd gone home to her own Master, he'd found her completely soaked. As he took her while over the kitchen counter, she thought about having another chance with pretty little Toy. 

Now she watched as the submissive was licking her way to her pussy. She grabbed the stims of her high heels and opened her pussy for her. The garters attacked to the rings of her labia opened her pussy for her. She moaned from the stretching of her lips. Their gentle teasing had kept her at full arousal all day, waiting for this very moment.

Cass finally reached the splayed lips of Liz's pussy. She looked at them for a few seconds. She'd never seen a pussy up close like this, not even her own. The delicate folds of the outer lips, and the soft pink inner petals of her flower. Cass licked at the bottom of her opening and with long, slow strokes, licked upward, first up one side then down the other. She could feel Liz quiver with need. 

Cass loved the taste of Liz's juices, much different from her Master's salty sweet cum. She loved them both but relished them for their variances. She pressed her tongue into the wet folds, moving in and out of the tight opening. She felt Liz's fingers in her hair, guiding her. Her tongue flourished inside of Liz, as her nose pressed against her erect clitty. She could feel her tight hole clinch her tongue, like she was sucking it. 

She removed her tongue and stuck two of her fingers in her mouth. The two girls made eye contact. Cass could see the lust in Liz's half-lidded eyes. When her fingers were slick with her saliva, she entered her channel and took her clit into her warm mouth. She sucked gently as her fingers moved in and out of her wet pussy. She felt the hand pull her down harder on the tight bud. Cass flicked her tongue between the hood piercing and her engorged clit. Liz whimpered softly. Cass's fingers curled up and toughed the sensitive spot behind Liz's clit. The duel sensations sent Liz over the edge.

Cass reached up and flicked her finger across the bar bell in the girl's nipple as her face was flooded with the juices of her orgasm. The sloshing sounds of fingers, added to the primal level of their moment. Cass didn't let up on her clit, and teased her overly sensitive nub through a few more spasms, extending her orgasm. 

Cass eased her fingers from the wet channel and licked them clean, hollowing her cheeks as to get every last drop. She then softly lapped up all of the copious juices that her lover had deposited. The longs licks kept Liz trembling. When she saw that her lover's breathing had slowed she kneeled up and mouthed the words 'thank you'. Liz leaned down and they shared her tangy sweet juices.



The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 05



Chapter Thirteen - Lunch at the Office

It's been several weeks since the business meeting. Eric had made good on his promise to get Cass some piercings. She had decided to get her nipples and her clit hood done. While it limited rough play for at least a month, it did little to interfere with their D/s relationship. Cass still did her daily rituals. Eric was kept sated and happy with his arraignment. Time seemed to go by rather quickly though. The end of their contractual arraignment was growing near. Neither was sure what would happen then.

During the past month, they had played many games. Eric always found ways to challenge his young submissive. They had gone out to dinners, where he teased her incessantly. He had her wear the BenWa balls out dancing one night. He worried that she would pass out before he scooped her up and brought her home to ravish over and over. She continued her anal training and he took her there almost every night. She'd grown fond of pleasing him with her tight hole. Her toned Kegels acted like a pulsing suction cup, milking him to the point where he could stand it no more and would release into her bowels over and over again.

It was Friday morning and Eric was doing his final inspection before leaving for work. He stood at the foyer of his penthouse and marveled at how far his 'fuck toy' had progressed in her training. Every move was graceful and practiced. The few times he had people over, her adherence to protocols had been flawless. Eric had trained many submissives in his years as a Dom, but never one so perfect. He wasn't sure how he would do without her here. That time was rapidly approaching, but as he stood there admiring her form, he was lost in her beauty. Her pierced nipples stood erect, begging for attention. When he'd placed her butt plug in, her clitty was exposed and swollen with need. He liked the way her piercings kept her ready to please him.

"Sir, my birthday is Saturday. I wondered if this slave could make a special request?" Her eyes down, her voice a shy little whisper.

"Absolutely my pet, anything you want. By the way, how old are you? I can't believe I've never asked before now."

"I'll be 24 Sir."

"My God, you're nearly half my age." He shook his head. "So what would you like to request?"

"Silly Daddy, age is just a number." She smiled. "Sir, Liz keeps telling me about a club that her and her Master go to. If it pleases you, I'd like to go there."

"You mean Rose Noire - Black Rose? I don't know my pet. I haven't been there in several months. I'm not sure you're ready for that." His voice edgy and terse.

"Please Daddy? I've heard so much about it." She nuzzled his thigh as she begged.

Eric nervously tapped the side of his pant leg. He had distance himself from the club since she'd been with him because he was well known there. As much as he'd like to get her to a club setting and see how she would perform, he wasn't sure if she could handle it. But he thought it over a few more minutes. "OK my pet, if you insist. We will celebrate your 24th birthday at the club. I will contact Stefan and let him know we're coming." He ran his fingers through her hair.

"Who is Stefan Master?"

"He's the co-owner and Liz's Master."

"Thank you Daddy. I look forward to it."

"Since I'm doing this for you. I want you to come bring me lunch today at the office. You will wear only thigh highs and heels. You may wear a coat to cover yourself until you're inside the office. Be there promptly at noon. Am I understood?"

"MMMmmm. Yes Master. Lunch in your office, at noon, wearing only heels and thigh high stockings."

"Very good. I will see you then." With that he turned and left her there kneeling.

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At 11:45 Cass was pulling up to the front of his office building. Cass felt that everyone knew that she was naked under her coat. Three months ago that would have bothered her, but today, she didn't give it a second thought. She proudly wore his stainless steel collar for everyone to see. If he wanted her to strut naked except for her heels and stockings, she would without hesitation. She was his Fuck Toy and proud of it. 

She'd made fried chicken to surprise him. He was always talking about his grandmother's fried chicken and she'd found the recipe In some of his notes. She'd practiced several times until she felt like she had it just right. Today would be the test. As she approached the receptionist to his office, she blushed remembering the first time she'd come here and how she'd ended up restrained and throat fucked on his desk. Her little cunny was moist and ready for whatever he had planned for her today. She was so excited about going to the club that she would do anything to please him today.

The receptionist got the door for her as her hands were full. "Thank Maggie." She said graciously.

"You welcome Toy." She said with a knowing grin. "He's been pacing all morning. Maybe you can set him at ease."

"Oh yes Ma'am. I plan to." They both giggled.

When she entered the room and the door was closed behind her. She set down the container of food and removed her coat, hanging it on the rack. He was on the phone but was watching her every move. She picked the container back up and sauntered over to his desk. She set the container with his food in front of him and knelt at his feet, head down, knees apart, arms folded behind her, and her back arched, presenting her body for him.

She waited for his call to end. "Master your lunch."

Eric leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you Baby Girl." He opened the container and saw the freshly fried chicken, home fries, and a small container of cole slaw. "You've out done yourself. I'm very pleased."

Cass blushed at his admiration and her cunny flooded with the knowledge that he was pleased with her. She waited with baited breath for him to taste it. She dared to sneak a peek at his face. She saw him smile and heard his moan and knew that she had succeeded in making it to his grandmother's standards. 

"MMMmmm. Baby Girl, you've absolutely amazed me. Not even my Mother could make Grandma Hellen's fried chicken." She squealed with delight.

She waited patiently while he ate his meal. Every other bite, he would offer her a morsel, placing each bite on her lips. Every scrap he offered was like manna from heaven. It fed her belly, and fed her soul. The sounds coming from his throat with each bite only added to the fire in her core. When he finally finished, he offered his greasy fingers. Her lips parted automatically, as she licked and sucked them clean. Her cunny was so wet that she knew the lace from her stockings would be soaked with her juices. 

When his fingers had been licked clean, he sat back. Cass could see that her sucking his fingers had had a pleasant effect on him. His thick cock was straining against the front of his trousers. She licked her lips, as her mouth watered at the thought of having him there.

"It looks like my Fuck Toy is still hungry?"

"Yes Daddy. I'm always hungry for your cock." She giggled.

"Then you shall have it. Now suck your Daddy's cock." His voice deep and commanding.

"Yes Master." Her own voice, drenched in lust.

Cass crawled over between his thighs and unbuckled his belt, removing it in case he wanted to whip her with it later. Then she unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. Her tiny hands reached into his boxers and grasped his thick cock. Her mouth was drooling with the anticipation of having him in her mouth. When she pulled his cock out it was throbbing. She could feel his pulse in the veins that pumped blood to his organ. This had been her singular focus for almost three months now. Pleasing her Master's cock. Each day she saw that it was pleased like it was the last time she would see it. As each day counted down to the end of her contract, that thought became more real. 

Eric watched as she took his cock in both hands and squeezed. She licked the large drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit of his bulbous head. Her eyes were half-lidded already. When she started three months ago, she had little experience with sucking cock, now she was the best he'd ever had. She wrapped her soft lips around the crown and sucked, hollowing her cheeks. Her hands still grasping his cock, twisted in opposite directions as her mouth went up and down on his dick. The multiple sensations that this caused had him right at the edge of coming. 

She sensed that her Master was fighting off his release and she eased up her stimulation. She placed her hands submissively behind her back as he had taught the first time. Now she took long slow strokes with just her mouth. Each time letting his cock escape her lips with a loud 'pop'. She knew he liked that. When she felt like he had regained his composure, she pressed the cock further down her throat. When the head of his dick touched the back of her throat, she shuddered. Over the past three months, she been able to orgasm from giving him head. She loved the subservient feeling of giving herself over to him in this rawest of ways. As her Master's cock slipped through the tight opening of the throat, her cunny hummed with pleasure.

Eric felt his dick slipped down her throat, when her muscles quivered as she swallowed, he felt as though her throat was massaging his dick. His hand went to the back of her head and held her there. He let her come up for air but pushed her right back down on his cock. She eagerly complied. Her moans only muffled with his cock in the depths of her throat. Her saliva dribbled down onto her breasts each time she came up for air. The last time she swallowed him, she looked up with his cock completely down her throat. Her eyes begging for his cum. His balls tightened and he sent thick ropes of his release into her waiting belly. He leaned back in his chair as she suckled him, milking the last precious drips of his cum. Even though his cock was sensitive after his orgasm, he loved how she nuzzled his dick. Before they left the office that afternoon, they had fucked in every way possible. He had to steady her as they walked out of the building, his cum oozing from her pussy. 

Chapter Fourteen - Rose Noire

The day started like every other one since Cass had submitted to Eric in their contractual arrangement. She woke in her own bed, showered and prepared her body for her Master. She woke him with her morning worshiping of her Master's cock. Then she went to make him breakfast. It was Saturday, her birthday and the last weekend of their contract. After this weekend, it would end and she would be set for life with the million dollars he had promised her for finishing the service contract.

Cass didn't want the contract to end, but he'd never said anything about extending it or anything else for that matter. So while the day was a happy one, there was also the finality of it looming. She finished his omelet just when he came down to eat. He was dressed in faded jeans, unbuttoned and teasing her with the trail of hair that led from his broad chest to his thick cock. She never felt like she could get enough of him.

Eric had found her like most morning, dancing while flitting around the kitchen. She always took his breath away every time he saw her voluptuous body. Her curves seemed to be made for him alone. He knew the contract was drawing to a close. While he'd love to continue as if nothing would end, he knew he couldn't be committed to someone full time. His business required too much of his time. He'd been spending much too much time with his fuck toy and it was time for him to get back to work.

"Your breakfast is ready Master. Is there anything else you require?" She said with a smile on her face.

"No, I thought we'd relax and enjoy the day watching a movie. Tonight, you're gonna need all the rest you can get." His smile scared her and excited her.

They did spend the day lounging around. When late afternoon arrived, Cass went to prepare herself for their trip to Rose Noire, the BDSM club that Liz had been talking about for a month. This was going to be a celebration of her 24th birthday. She had been so pleased that her Master had agreed to go, even though he seemed reluctant. Liz had been raving on and on about all the things that happen there. It left Cass wet every time.

Once she had taken another shower, she prepped her body in case her Master wanted to use all of her holes tonight. When she stepped out of the bathroom she found a couple of boxes laying on her bed. She opened the first one to find a beautiful golden satin dress. It had spaghetti straps that crossed in the back but went to the apex of her bottom. The deep V in front went down between her breasts and stopped below the navel. The length came to mid-thigh with slits up each side. When she put it on she felt so sexy. It was like wearing nothing at all. Her piercings were clearly visible through the thin fabric. It teased her body with its delicate touch. Any quick move and she would flash her body to the world. The thought of that excited her, sending a shudder to her core. The note attached to the box read: 

This is for another night Baby Girl, when I take you out for dinner and dancing for your birthday.

Daddy*

Her body shuddered with the thought of dancing with her Master in that dress. Cass took the dress off before she ruined it with her juices and hung it up in her closet. The next box was smaller. When she opened it, the box contained a small black band of latex, matching latex garter set and a pair of expensive silk stockings. The note attached to it read:

This is what I want to see you in tonight for the club. I hope that you're ready for this step. 

Happy 24th Birthday Baby Girl.

Daddy*

Cass finally figured out the band went around her chest, barely covering her nipples. Surprisingly, it held her breasts together for some nice cleavage. Her nipples abraded on the latex and sent a nice tingle of electricity to her clit. The stockings felt wonderful and were topped off with a bright red pair of 5" heels. The rest of her body would be bare. When she went downstairs she found her Master standing at the fireplace wearing a pair of black Levi button-fly jeans, a button down black shirt, and a pair of black Tony Lama cowboy boots. Cass stopped in her tracks. He literally took her breath away. She'd seen him dressed up before, but never in full 'Dom' mode. Her cunny contracted when she took in the full view of him. She wanted to fall to her knees right there.

When Eric saw Cass come down the stairs wearing the skimpy latex outfit he'd picked out for her to wear, his cock twitched. She has no idea how beautiful she is. He thought, as he watched as her breasts wobbled but held by the thin strap of latex across her nipples. The matching garter framed her voluptuous hips and shapely legs. He could see her lips glistening already. He hoped this night turned out the way she wanted it to. He had some reservations still, but it was her day, and he would accommodate her tonight.

"Cass, you look absolutely stunning." He cupped her face in his strong hands and kissed her on the lips. His tongue slipped in without any resistance. Her breath hitched, then he released her. "Tonight is your night. Whatever you want to happen, it will be up to you. I will just be there to protect you."

"Thank you Daddy." She said giggling. "You look very handsome Master. I'm going to have to beat the other submissives off with a stick." That prophetic statement only hinted at what would happen tonight.

Eric wrapped her coat around her and escorted her to the waiting car. They were taking a limo tonight. He held her hand and felt her shivering. He asked her if she was cold, but she told him that it was only her nerves. He held her tight in his arms. They each had a few glasses of champagne on the way over to the club. He had told her since they might end up playing, she could only have a few. He reminded her that she would responsible to not get too intoxicated. She promised and snuggled into the crook of his neck for the rest of the way.

They arrived about 10pm at the club. The red heart surrounding a black rose was on the front of the building but no other signs or symbols gave an idea of what was inside the dark building. The valet helped her out of the car and she took her Master's arm as he escorted her inside. The foyer was brightly lit. Music could be heard down the hall but was muffled by the doors that led inside the club. After signing in she found out that he had paid her membership already. She was given a black band to wear on her wrist. He told her that it signified that she was a claimed submissive and no one would bother her. She found comfort in that. When they approached the double doors to the club, they were met by a very imposing black man, his arms folded across his thick chest.

"Good to see you, Boss. It's been a while." The black man shook Eric's hand.

"Good to see you too Marcus. How's the family? That girl of yours still keeping a tight leash on you?" He laughed.

"You know it Sir."

"This is Toy. Toy this is Marcus a trusted friend." Cass shook his offered hand. His huge hand swallowed hers.

"If you need anything tonight pretty lady, you let Marcus know." His smile was warm and real.

Cass squeezed Eric's arm as they walked through the doorway. The music was much louder inside. He led them over towards the bar area. But before they could get there, a young women approached them. She was blonde and was wearing only a simple black collar and belly chain.

"Master Eric! It's so good to see you. I've missed you. Are you going to play tonight? I could use my ass whipped." The bubbly blonde girl exclaimed. She had come right up to Eric and was brushing her body against him.

Eric politely pushed her away. "Eva, you look lovely, as usual. I've been busy training Toy. Toy, this is Eva." Eric gestured towards Cass. The girl acted as if she'd not even noticed her before.

"Oh, Hi. Toy is it? How cute." Eva turned back to Eric. "So are you going to whip my ass Master?" Her hand was on the center of his chest.

Cass was getting mad. Doesn't she see that we're together? I am wearing his collar. She thought as she pulled Eric's arm a little so they would move on.

"Excuse me Eva, I have other plans. It was nice to see you again."

With that Eric and Cass were headed to the bar. When they arrived, Liz was already there. Cass wanted to run ahead but held her excitement back. Liz was wearing a white corset with matching stockings. She had a frilly crape skirt that did little to hide her body. Her heels were red and very high. When they finally reached the bar, Eric let her free to hug Liz. The girls kissed, then they all sat down at a table.

"Where's Stefan?"

"He's coming. I texted him you two were here. He's curious to see what's been keeping you away from the club." She said with a wry smile.

"Oh is he now?" Eric's smile was equally sardonic. 

A waitress dressed in a haltered fishnet dress approached them. Cass eyed her suspiciously. She sat down in Eric's lap. "Can I get you anything, and I mean anything?"

Eric, somewhat embarrassed by this open display of affection, helped her to stand. "We'll have a bottle of your best Champagne." He waited for her to leave but she still stood there. "That will be all for now." The waitress gave a 'pfft' and walked off. She returned several minutes later with a bucket of iced Champagne and three glasses. They shared the bottle, having a few glasses each. 

"Did you come here a lot Master?" Cass asks shyly.

"Yes, I did before I met you." He answered directly. "I'm actually part owner with Stefan."

"Sir, you never told me that. And those girls, they were submissives from before?"

"Yes, I've played with several of the submissives here, but I am here with you tonight." His hand took hers.




The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 05



Before she could ask another question, a tall imposing man entered their space. He had long dark brown hair that was pulled up into a man bun. He wore a strip of branded leather around his thick neck. He was shirtless and his smooth muscular chest tapered down to his narrow waist. He had an impressive six-pack and his Adonis muscle disappeared into his tight leather pants, which brought Cass's focus to the large bulge that was clearly defined by his tight pants. The sight of it took her breath away.

He took her hand in his. "You must be Toy. I'm Stefan. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I see why Eric has been keeping you hidden." He leaned in and kissed her hand. 

Cass had never been one to garner much attention. This was over the top. She could barely take a breath and she was sure that he could hear her heart bounding in her chest. Her mouth was too dry to respond, so she just smiled.

Stefan looked over to Eric. "Does she talk. Or do you have her muted for tonight?"

"No she talks." He looked at her. "You should respond to someone if they are speaking to you directly."

"I'm s...sorry Sir. This is all a bit overwhelming." Her eyes went down. 

"That's alright Sugar, I can understand how this must all appear to someone that's not familiar with the lifestyle. How are things going with this big lug?" Stefan gestured towards Eric.

"Our contract ends after this weekend, but it's been quite a learning experience Sir."

"Well I hope that you enjoy your night tonight and Happy Birthday Toy." He kissed her hand again. She hadn't realized he was still holding it.

"Stefan, could you have Becky wait our table tonight?" Eric asked.

Stefan looked back to Cass. "Absolutely, I'll send her over. I've got to go check on the front door. I'll be back in a bit."

Cass watched as Stefan walked away. He has a gorgeous ass too. She thought to herself. She looked back to Liz. "Girlfriend, you have one hunk of a man there." They both giggled.

"He knows it too." Liz replied.

Eric wasn't too pleased by her comments but didn't say anything. She was only his for another few days. She could do or say anything she wanted.

Liz saw Eric's reaction to their comments, so she changed the subject. "Why don't you show Toy around the club? I'll hold our table.

"Sure, would you like that?" He said looking at Cass.

"Oh absolutely. Maybe you'll find a reason to whip my ass." She said sarcastically, repeating what Eva had said earlier. Cass wasn't sure why she was jealous of the women he'd been with before. He already said that he was with her tonight, but it hurt her just the same.

Eric stood and took her hand. They made their way through the crowds of people that were mingling. They were stopped occasionally by members that wanted to say hi. Each time he introduced Cass as his 'Toy'. He watched as she kept her back arched and her posture perfect for him. He was proud to have her by his side.

Cass was astounded at the sheer size of the place, not to mention all the people and their dress. She saw so many naked people, it almost became normal to her. They were heading to a doorway towards the back when she looked and saw a man bent over a table. He was being fucked by his Mistress with a huge black strap-on. At first she wasn't sure he was enjoying it until she saw his erect cock swinging like a pendulum with her every stroke. Cass's cunny clinched at the sight of it.

Eric held the door for her and they entered a long hallway. There were doors on either side along the way. Each one had a window. He'd told her that this was for the protection of the members. That monitors were assigned throughout the club to make sure that all activity was safe, sane, and consensual. Once they got to a door towards the end of the hall. Eric gestured for her to enter. Inside there were chairs like a gallery. There were several people sitting and watching through a glass partition. Inside another room, she could see a large woman with her arms secured above her. Her Dom was flogging her while another man with a black hood on, was licking her pussy. Cass recognized her screams. The woman's large breasts heaved as she took her the pain of her Master's flogger and the pleasure of the other man's tongue.

As they sat watching the show, Eric slipped his hand along her inner thigh. When it reached her pussy, Cass let out a moan. She was soaking wet. This place was oozing eroticism. She shuddered with his touch. She needed her Master's cock inside her. Before she could ask to cum, his hand moved to her nipple. He flicked his finger across her engorged nub.

"Shall we continue the tour?" His voice gravely with lust.

"Y...yes Master." She whimpered.

Chapter Fifteen - Happy 24th?

He led her back out into the hallway. They found an elevator and went up the top floor. When the doors opened they stepped out and into what looked like giant living room. They was a large crowd of people, most of them dressed, but there were several girls in stockings and heels. They all wore red collars and were servicing several of the members. There were single men and women, as well as couples there. 

"This is what's called the Sanctuary. It's for the elite of the club. All types of debauchery happen here, and what happens up here, stays up here. The slaves with the red collars, they are employees and work this floor. They are highly trained in the arts of pleasing both men and women." 

There was a slave crawling around the room, being led on a leash by her Master. Cass watched as she went from person to person, offering her service. Her Master kept cropping her ass as she crawled around the room. Cass wondered why no one seemed to use her, she was very beautiful. Just when she was about to ask her Master, they were approached by another slave.

"Master Eric, would you or sub like any refreshments?" Her voice soft and demure.

"No thank you slave Anna. We've about had our limit for tonight."

"May I be of service to you in anyway, Sir?" Her eyes down, and in perfect posture. 

Cass again felt a tinge of jealousy with her offer. She knew that her Master had every right to partake of any person here. She was just his fuck toy, not his girlfriend or wife. These thoughts only brought anger. She was mad at herself for allowing her feelings to cloud her devotion to her Master. This silent battle went unnoticed by Eric. They spent a few more minutes watching the various scenes in the great room, before deciding to make their way back to the bar. Just as they were at the door to the elevator someone called out.

"Master Eric! It's good to see you back at the club." A loud bellowing voice called out.

Eric and Cass turned to the sound of the voice. It was the Master and his slave, who was still crawling behind him. "Hello there, Master Drake. It's been a while since I've seen you here as well." Eric said, trying to hide is displeasure with the man.

"You must remember Jasmine, wasn't she your slave a few months back?" Master Drake said looking straight at Cass.

Eric didn't answer right away, hesitating to pick the precise words to say. "Of course I remember Jasmine." He nodded her way. "This is my current submissive, Toy. We are here celebrating her 24th birthday." He gestured to Cass.

Master Drake took her hand and kissed it. His eyes trailed down her body. "Happy Birthday Toy. She's quite lovely. You know how to pick them." He didn't let go of her hand. "Is she as insatiable as Jasmine?"

Eric didn't feel that his question merited a response. "We must be getting back to our party, if you will excuse us." Eric took Cass in his arms and turned for the elevator.

"Let me offer your Toy with a Birthday present. I'd like you to have my slave for the evening. She will be at your service." He handed the slave's leash to Eric, who accepted it reluctantly before handed it over to Cass. As the elevator door was closing, he offered a response. "Thank you Master Drake. Good evening." His voice terse.

The three of them were silent as the elevator descended. Once they were in the main room, Cass led her slave by the leash back to the bar. When they arrived, Liz did not appear pleased. She obviously knew of Jasmine. The four of them sat back down. Cass talked about all the things she had seen during the tour. Eric sat there wondering how this night had gone wrong. He knew this was a difficult situation with one of his ex-slaves here with his current one.

Cass had just finished telling Liz all about the tour when the slave interrupted her. "Ma'am, may I service you?" She asked pleadingly. 

Cass wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't happy that her Master's last slave was at their table. "No, not right now." She turned back to Liz to say something, then she heard the slave start moaning. When she turned back to see why, she saw that the young woman was openly fingering herself, she was looking right at Eric.

"Master, you still like to hear your slaves to be vocal don't you?" Her fingers were moving over her erect clit.

Eric hesitated in responding. "It's very erotic to hear a woman be pleasured."

Cass became even more angered at the blatant behavior of the slave. She turned to Eric. "Master, when the waitress comes back, would you order another bottle of Champagne?"

"Why wouldn't you be able to do that yourself?" He replied.

"Because my mouth will be filled with your cock."

With that she fell to her knees before her Master. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Cass reach in and pulled out his erect cock. She licked her lips as she looked into his eyes. "You can watch the slave, but know that it is my mouth that is giving you pleasure Master." She could feel her body tingle with need. Having her Master's cock in sight made her want to jump on his lap and ride him to her own orgasm. She fought that thought back. 

She took his length in one move. She fought her gag reflex as the head of his shaft pressed against the back of her throat. She bobbed her head along its length, taking the head and swirling her tongue around the crown. He groaned with her laving on his cock. 

While she was servicing her Master she heard the slave say. "Would you like to see my pussy up close Master?" 

Then Cass saw the girl climbing up onto the table. Each of her legs dangled on either side of where her head bobbed on her Master's dick. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth. She doubled her efforts to please him. Instead of leaning back and enjoying her efforts, he was leaning forward. The slave moaned loudly. He was licking her pussy while she sucked his cock. His cock was throbbing and she could tell that he was nearing his release. She opened her throat and took his length all the way down. She used the swallowing motion to milk his shaft with her throat muscles. He grunted and spilled his jism down her throat. She kept him buried inside her mouth until all of cum was emptied, even though she was seeing stars. 

Cass made sure that every drip of his cum was cleaned from his cock before putting it back in his pants. She was craving for some cock to fill her completely. Then she stood and turned to the slave. "Go back to your chair." Her voice commanding. Eric took note of her domineering manner, marveling in seeing this side of her.

Eric watched as the slave, not having reach orgasm, moved obediently back to her seat. The waitress arrived with the fresh bottle and poured three glasses. Cass gulped hers down and poured herself another. The next several minutes went by with no one speaking a word.

The slave having not orgasmed, started to finger herself again. Her legs were splayed and she had three fingers were inside her red and swollen labia. Cass saw that her Master's cock was regaining status. She looked to the slave. "Did I tell you that you could pleasure yourself?" Again, her voice was domineering. 

"No Mistress, b...but"

"I want you to slap that fucking cunt until I tell you to stop!" Cass said in anger.

"Y...yes Mistress." With that the slave began slapping her pussy. Her wetness splashed over her inner thighs and belly, but she didn't stop.

That was when Master Stefan came back around to the table, hearing the commotion. "I see that the table is having some action. Is there anything I can get for you?"

Cass turned around to see Stefan behind her. "Yes, you can fuck me with that huge dick of yours." She stood and bent herself over the table, offering her pussy to Stefan.

He looked to Eric, who gave his silent consent. Eric knew that he had told her that she could do whatever she felt comfortable with doing tonight. He hadn't expected this, but he was in no real position to stop it. At least it was with someone he trusted in Stefan.

With Eric's nod, he unzipped the fly of his leather pants and pulled his cock out. It was impressive by anyone's standards at more than 11" long, and thick. It was covered in veins and pulsed with every beat of his heart, ingorging it even more. He fisted it and rubbed it through Cass's splayed folds. Her marveled at how wet and willing she was.

Cass shuddered when his thick crown furrowed through her sloppy slit. She pushed back against the intrusion. He didn't wait for her to do that again. He buried his throbbing cock inside her with one massive thrust. Cass let out a loud moan that reverberated through her body, just like the ripples of her impending orgasm. Her pussy felt like it was being spit in two. She'd never had anything that large inside her. If it had not been for the copious amounts of her juices, she probably would have.

Eric gave her no chance to adjust to his girth. She wanted to be fucked and he was going to fuck her like never before. He could feel her pussy try to clinch around his shaft, but he just kept pounding her relentlessly. He could feel her moving towards her orgasm. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled back. She broke over the edge. He fought back his own release, not wanting this to end just yet. He did let her catch her breath, but he was surprised when she when she spoke.

Cass had just had one of the best orgasms of her life, but she was not satisfied yet. Not with her Master's previous slave at the table. She looked her way. "Get over there and ride my Master's cock with that cunt of yours." She was still pushing back against Stefan's throbbing dick. She motioned for Liz to get up on the table. When she did, Cass started to lick her friend's pussy as she continued to take her Master's massive cock. Her body quivering with each stroke.

Liz didn't take long before she was in the throes of her own resounding orgasm. She gushed across Cass's face. The area smelled of sex and sweat. Cass licked the spilled juices of the pussy before her. Her second orgasm was fast approaching.

Eric sensed the sub's cunt milking him again, her pussy closing in on another orgasm. He slowed before pulling out. His hands on her behind, holding her cheeks spread, looking down at her gaping hole. He plunged back in, his thick cock pulling on her outer labia as he entered her again. She moaned into Liz's pussy. He kept this up for several strokes. He could tell that it was frustrating her. Her legs were shaking and her body trembled. She was right on the edge and he wanted to keep her there.

Cass was about to explode. Her body was a bundle of nerves and each time Stefan pulled out and reentered her, she felt it to her core, the pain and pleasure of it. "Please." She begged, but he was relentless. She had never been used like this by her Master. She felt like a true fuck toy, her hole being used for his pleasure now. "Please Sir." His thrusts hitting the bottom of her cunt, taking her breath with each thrust. "PLEASE SIRRRRRR." Begging for her release.

Her pleas were almost matched by the slut riding Eric's cock. But she didn't care at this point, she only wanted to feel Stefan's cum erupting inside her. She was like a rag doll as he fucked every inch of her cunt. Every nerve of her pussy was abrading on the thick cock inside her. When she felt it swell even larger, she knew his release was coming. When she felt the thick ropes of his warm cum splash against her cervix, she broke into a million pieces around him. Stars shot across her eyes as they rolled to the back of her head. If it hadn't been for his hands on her ass, she would have collapsed to the floor. He held her down against the table until her breathing slowed. 

When Cass was finally able to stand, her latex strap had slipped down and left her nipples bare. Her piercings tingled as another small shudder raced through her. She was truly sated, but those feelings were interrupted by the slave's loud orgasm. It was like a dagger through her heart. Even though she had been the one to instigate their coupling, it didn't take the sting out of seeing them fuck.

Without saying a word, she gathered her belongs and headed for the door. Stefan and Liz were the only ones to see her leave, Eric and the slave were still in the throes of their orgasms.

Cass made it to the double doors leading to the exit. She saw Big Marcus. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks. "C...could you get me a cab Marcus?" 

He helped her get her coat on. Then walked her out to where the cabs were waiting. "Are you sure you're alright. Why don't you wait for Master Eric? You shouldn't be alone like this."

"I need to be alone Marcus. I've got to get away from here. Please understand." She sniffled as she replied. Her hand on his massive chest.

The cab took her back to Eric's penthouse. She handed him a hundred-dollar bill and asked him to wait while she went up and got some of her things. She got the doorman to let her into the condo. She grabbed her old clothes, throwing them into a bag. The one thing she did take that he 'd bought her was the golden satin dress. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was the way it made her feel when she tried it on. When she returned to the cab, she gave cabbie her old address and he pulled away.

When Eric found out that Cass had left, he quickly followed behind her. When he reached the front door, her cab was pulling away. He sat down on the curb with his head in his hands. The only woman he had truly loved was gone. How could he ever explain to her how much he loved her, cherished her, needed her.



The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 06



Chapter Sixteen – The Abyss

Eric made his way home from Rose Noire alone. When he made it inside he went straight to her room. He saw the discarded outfit she'd worn to the club. The room looked like someone had left in a hurry. He hadn't really expected her to be there but he had held out some hope that he'd be able to catch her and talk this through. He went back down to the great room. He made himself a stiff drink and sat down on the couch. Somehow, it felt colder and emptier without her.

This girl had gotten into his heart, as much as he had fought the idea of ever being able to allow someone into his life, she, above all others had. Now she was not here, not a part of his life and furthermore, he had no idea how to get her back. He could easily say that it had been her idea for his previous slave to fuck him and while he had been turned on by watching her finger herself, he should have been in more control of himself to say; 'thanks, but no thanks'. He was a man who was always in control, but somehow, that night he clearly wasn't.

Cass had showered as soon as she got back to her apartment. She stripped herself of everything that she could that reminded her of him, her Master, her Daddy. His only remaining mark was the collar that was still locked around her neck. As her fingers touched the cool steel, it brought no comfort, as it had when he had placed it there. The thought of it having ended this way completely crushed her. She knew it would end at some point because it was only a contractual arrangement. He hadn't ever made any kind of show that he wanted it to continue. He never said he wanted it to end, but it had, and it had ended badly. Now, sitting on her couch, in her pajamas, she was back to square one. She still couldn't pay rent and because she'd left a day before the contract was supposed to end, she'd not be entitled to the million dollars he had promised her.

Neither of them slept a wink that first night. When dawn broke they both were still on their couches. Who was really to blame? Was it Cass, for insisting that the slave fuck her Master, and her letting Stefan fuck her? Or was it Eric, for taking her to the Club at all, or not having more control of the situation? Most would say it was a little bit of both. But how would this end? Who would make the first move? Or would either make a move at all? Both seemed crippled by their loss. The person who would make the first move was the one person who loved them both, who knew that they both loved each other. It was Liz.

Liz had seen the train wreck before it happened. While she was somewhat of an innocent bystander, she knew that Cass loved Eric and was totally devoted to pleasing him in every way. She knew that Eric loved Cass like no other person she had ever seen him with. So on Sunday morning, after not sleeping herself all night, she went to Eric's penthouse. She knocked on the door. After what seemed like an hour, he answered, still in the black jeans and shirt he had worn the night before. His hair was disheveled his face was covered in stubble from the night's growth of his beard. He looked like shit. This was not him. 

"She's gone Liz. She's gone and for the life of me, I don't know what to do." He said with his head in his hands. 

"I know Eric, but this can't end this way. It just can't." She said, trying to make him see.

"But I screwed this up. How the fuck could I have let this happen? I'm a fucking idiot!" His anger rising to the top.

"Look, you both have some blame in this. I'm sure I can talk some sense into her."

"Do you think you can? Really?" His eyes fixed on her response.

She took her boss into her arms and held him. She'd never seen him this way but absolutely expected it from him today. The Eric that she'd known for years was the guy who never took a minute off from work, he'd missed days at a time when he'd been with Cass. She'd never would have thought of him as a family man, but seeing him with her, she thought that someday, he would be bouncing children off his knee. No something was definitely different about the man he was now, and that could only be explained by having had her in his life. 

"Yes Eric. I think giving her time to think about what happened and what she misses about being with you, she will come around." She said, trying to convince herself too.

Eric went into his study. When he returned he handed Liz an envelope. "Would you give this to her. It's the key to her collar and a check for the money she earned from the contract. Please give it to her and explain that I don't want it to end, but if she does, I understand." He ran his hand through his tousled hair.

"I'll take it now and let you know what she says. Just keep yourself together, she needs you to be strong Eric and so do I." She gave him a kiss and went out the door.

 Chapter Seventeen – A Proper Thrashing

 Cass had gotten up and taken a shower. Out of habit she had done all of her morning rituals in preparing her body. When she had gotten to the point where she would go and wake up her Master by worshiping his cock, she fell to her knees and started crying. She felt empty inside. She fingered his collar, it didn't help. She curled in on her knees and pushed her arms up over her head. Her Master had taught her that position and told her that it would allow her to re-focus her thoughts. That helped some, but still inside she lacked something. It was him. She lacked him. For the past three months, every day, he had been her focus, his needs, his rituals, his pleasure. Her needs and desires were always secondary and controlled by him. He'd always seen that she was taken care of, she'd never gone long without him tending to her needs. 

She laid naked on her bed, she ran her hands over her body. With her eyes closed, she tried pretending that her hands were his, exploring her eager body. Her fingers teased her nipples that were peeking with her gentle touch. She felt a light surge of need pulsing in her clit. While her fingers teased her nipple rings, her other hand slid down her tight belly, towards her clit. Her fingers slipped through her folds, picking some moisture and bringing it back to her clit. Her finger tickled the bar that was pierced through her clitoral hood. She felt a tickling sensation and her clit pulsed. Cass thought, if these were his hands, I would be begging for release already. But she was left with an empty feeling, one that would not allow her to climax. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Her phone pinged with a text message and it startled her. Maybe it was her Master, telling her to come home. She rolled over and picked the phone off the bedside table. It was from Liz. She wondered now if she was upset with her too.

Cass, I'm on my way over. We need to talk. I have some things for you. Please tell me it's OK. Love Liz.

She didn't seem mad. Liz had always been someone she could talk to, who understood what she had been going through when she signed the service agreement with Eric. Maybe she could help me get past the way she was feeling. She punched in her reply;

I will leave the door unlocked. I need to talk to someone, and I'm afraid you're the only one who will understand. Thank you. Love Cass.

Liz was glad she had gotten a reply. Now if she could just get Cass to listen to what she had to say, maybe this could all be fixed.

When Liz got to Cass's apartment, her door was unlocked as she had been told. She entered and found Cass in her bed, curled up. She went and laid down next to her and just held her for a while. The two had shared many intimate moments since they had met three months ago, but this was more of a bonding moment. Cass cried and Liz just held her, no words were spoken, she just provided comfort to her friend.

After Liz felt she had calmed a bit, she asked. "Cass, what are you planning to do?"

"I don't know. I need to find a job, so I can pay the rent, but I just can't focus. I'm lost Liz. I'm lost without him." She started crying again. Liz pulled her closer.

"He sent a check for the money he owes you for the contract. You don't need to work." She consoled her.

"I can't take that money. I fucked it all up. The contract didn't end until today."

"You don't have to take the money; he'd take you back. Cass, he's just as lost without you as you are without him."

"I can't go back. I let him down. Besides, I found another way to get money and find another Master. There is a slave auction at this club Marcus told me about. I can go and auction my services off." Cass told her friend.

"Cass, I'm telling you, you don't have to do this. You have money, and Eric would take you back in a heartbeat." Liz pleaded.

Cass turned to her friend. She cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her. "I know you mean well Liz, but I have to do this on my own. I can't share my Master with someone else. It hurts too much. I need someone who will be with only me. Love only me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do Cass, and I know that Eric is that man. He adores you. What happened last night doesn't have to end this." Liz said frustrated. Why does she not listen to me.? This is crazy. They both love each other but won't tell the other their feelings. Liz thought. 

"What I need Liz, is someone to hold me right now. I've tried trying to cum all morning, but I can't, not without his permission. I guess he trained my body well." She turned away and started to cry again.

"I can't help you with that, but maybe there is something I can do, but you're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. Understood?" Her voice more authoritative now. "Kneel."

Responding to the command, Cass slipped down to her knees before her Mistress. Her body automatically assumed it's proper position. Knees wide, arms behind her, eyes down, and her back arched, presenting her body for inspection. Liz was amazed at how fast her friend had submitted. She walked around her, admiring her form. Eric had turned her into the perfectly obedient submissive. Her fingers grazed Cass's shoulder. She saw her body shudder. Liz's own body started to respond. She'd had a small crush on Cass ever since the day she'd met her on Eric's desk. She'd grown to love her and wanted what was best for her, and that moment she knew that was for her to be with Eric.

"Now get over my knee. I'm going to give you a proper thrashing."

Cass complied. With her behind elevated, Liz brought her hand down on her friend's behind. Cass yelped as Liz's hand rained down several blows on each of her ass cheeks. When she stopped she whimpered again.

"This hurts my hand and you need to feel this more. Go get me something to whip your ass with. " Cass went to stand. "No, you're to crawl. You have not earned the right to walk just yet."

With that Cass crawled to look for something for her friend to whip her ass with. When she returned, it was with Eric's belt that he'd left the first time they'd met. It was so apropos. The one person she'd let down, his belt would be the instrument that would inflict pain to her ass. She crawled back to Liz with his belt in her mouth. Her pussy was dripping with the thought of 'his' leather raising welts on her supple behind.

Liz took the belt, as Cass crawled back onto her lap. "Whose belt is that?" Liz asked.

"It's Eric's." She replied.

Liz brought the folded leather belt down hard on her ass. 

WAP!

"Whose?"

"Eric's, Mistress." She corrected herself.

WAP!

"Whose?"

The fire that was enveloping her upturned behind was only cooled by Liz forcing her to say his name. "Eric's Mistress." Cass replied again.

WAP! WAP! WAP!

"Is that what you call your Master?"

"He's not my Master anymore, Mistress." A single tear formed and slide slowly down her cheek.

WAP! WAP! WAP!

"Whose collar is around your neck slut?" Her voice commanding.

"It's h....his Mistress." Her pussy tingled with the pain that her friend was inflicting upon her supple behind.

WAP! WAP!

"Then what does that collar make you slut?" 

Cass couldn't say it. She tried to get up but Liz held her in place.

WAP! WAP! WAP!

"WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU? ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

"Don't make me say it, please."

"You will say it or tell me to remove it."

Cass hesitated. She was still wearing his collar, but only because she didn't have the key to remove it. She was still 'his' until it was removed. She thought long and hard about her next move. Liz did not push her. 

"R......remove it." Her body went limp.

"Oh Cass, that's not what I wanted to hear." Liz started to tear up herself. She'd hoped that his belt and the pain would open her mind to the idea that she was still his. It didn't. So she resigned herself to the simple fact, that at least in Cass's mind, it was over. "Kneel up."

Cass slid off her lap and returned to the kneel position. Her tears were more evident now. She didn't try to hide them. Liz moved around behind her and slipped the key into the lock of the collar. With a small twist, it came free. Her hand went immediately to where the collar had been for months now. Although she hadn't been wearing clothes most of the day, she truly felt naked now. She fell to the floor in the surrender position that Eric had taught. Her legs were under her body, her arms pointed back but by her side, her head on the floor. He had told her this was a position to regain focus through meditation. All she did was just cry. It didn't make her feel any better. She felt Liz's hand on her back, softly stroking her. At first, it didn't help, but soon she began to feel more relaxed, more calm.

Liz felt awful seeing her friend in this much pain. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Stand." Her simple command was gentle.

Cass rose slowly. Liz took her into her arms and held her again. Liz kissed her forehead softly. Cass shuddered at the emotion the kiss brought. Her knees weakened as she fell onto the bed. Scooping her into a loving embrace, Liz cradled her friend close as they laid side by side, their heartbeats slowly syncing into unison, each held the other's hand, trying to stay connected at least physically. They laid there for hours until they both felt better.

When Liz finally got up to leave, Cass told her more about the auction. She told Liz about her plan to find another Master to cherish her and protect her. It would solve her feelings of emptiness and that of her being able to support herself. While Liz listened, she thought that Eric could still be the one to provide all of those things, if only Cass would give him the opportunity. Liz asked if there was anything she could do to help her. Cass thanked her for being here today and letting her relieve at least some of her tension. She told her that this is something that she was going to have to do on her own. Cass promised to call and let her know how things turned out and where she'd landed. They kissed at the door and Cass was once again, alone.

 Chapter Eighteen – The Auction

Cass had prepared her body as she had been taught. She removed all body hair and applied moisturizer to her skin so that it would be soft and supple. She cleaned herself inside and out, prepping her tight hole so that if her new Master wanted to claim her there she would be ready. Her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail. She had not really thought about what she would wear, assuming that for all intents and purposes, she wouldn't be wearing it for long. But when she was in her closet, the beautiful golden satin dress that her Master, that Eric had bought, jumped out at her.

When she'd put it on, it made her feel sexy as it had the first time she'd tried it on. The shimmering fabric brought out the color in her eyes. It's thin material clung to her body and accentuated her curves. Her body was on show. Months ago before he took her, she would have never worn anything this revealing, now after being naked most of the past three months, she felt overdressed. She put on her overcoat and headed for the taxi. The club was the next town over and she was there in only a few minutes. 

She was escorted to a room where she signed the appropriate papers, so that once the buyer had made his or her purchase, she would be whisked away to where ever she was to be taken. The way the auction was set up, the slaves would be escorted out onto a staging area. They would walk the stage, then asked to remove their clothing and walk the stage again. The bidding would start and the highest bid would win her services for the next six months. Her fee would be $100,000 and a percentage of the final winning bid. If for any reason, she didn't conclude the contract, her fee and percentage would be returned plus a damage fee of another $10,000. 

Cass took in a deep breath. She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. Who would this new Master or Mistress be? Would she be able to submit as easily as she had with Eric? There were many more questions that were still yet to be answered. What it came down to is that she had very little options at this point. While she was scared and unsure, she'd felt the same way with Eric. Or had she? Looking back, it all felt so right with him. Sure he pushed her limits, but he was always there to catch her, to comfort her. Now she would have to submit to a new Master, would he be as kind, as nurturing and would he be able to turn her on like Eric had. He body hummed as she was called to go onto the stage.

Without allowing time for a second thought, Cass stepped out onto the stage determined to make this work. She was met with a room full of murmurs. She made an extra effort to sway her hips. The high heels she'd picked out made that easy. The gentle sway of her breasts, coupled with the openness of the dress showed her body well. Her pierced nipples abraded on the sheer fabric. They were so erect that they ached. Cass could feel the stirrings of her pussy, something that made her feel at least a little bit at ease.

When she stood up on the block at the center of the stage, her heart fluttered a bit. This was it. The moment when her life would either be taken on a course of new discovery or go further into the abyss. The room was darkened and she couldn't see anyone or anything. The bright lights shone her naked body to perfection. She was instructed to kneel, turn around, and at one-point bend over and pull her cheeks apart to show her open holes. While it was very degrading, she couldn't deny that her pussy was absolutely dripping from the act.

The whole time a lit board flashed the current highest bid. The number was staggering. It started with $1000 and quickly climbed to the tens of thousands. Her mind was reeling. Would some rich person just buy her and put her out to pay for the amount he or she had to spend to obtain her? What if he was a sheik and carted her off to some foreign land. Her mind pondered these questions, but body was on edge. She fingered herself, pulling some wetness from her slit, then softly rubbing her piercing against her sensitive clitty. Her other hand cupped her left breasts and fingered her tight nipple.

Cass noticed the bid had reached $45,000 then it went silent. Then the board flashed $150,000. The room filled with murmurs again, some of the bidders talking to each other, but the board remained silent. Someone had tripled the bid in one fell swoop. She waited just like the rest of them until a buzzer sounded and the bidding was over. The winning bid of $150,000. She was escorted off the stage and into a private room.

There was a card leaning against a vase of beautiful flowers. They were pretty roses. Cass leaned in and smelled them. She picked up the card and read it;

Slave

You have been provided a training collar. Put it on. Then climb into your cage and lock the cage door. This will be your new home until I feel you have earned better accommodations. Once that is done, I will enter the room. My intent is to claim your beautiful body right here in this room or if I prefer, back out on the stage for everyone to enjoy.




The Making of a Fuck Toy Pt. 06



Your New Master.

A ripple of spasms ran through her body. Did she want to be taken in front of a crowd? The last time she had fucked someone in public it was a complete and utter disaster. Cass opened the box next to the vase and completed all the tasks she had been given. Her final task was done when she climbed into the cage and locked the door behind her. It felt very small. Cass barely fit inside on her knees, but she waited obediently with her eyes down, for her new Master.

It wasn't long before the door opened and she heard footsteps grow nearer to her. She wanted to sneak a peek at who had purchased her but she didn't want to anger her new Master. When the footsteps grew near, she was able to see that he was wearing cowboy boots. When she saw them the urge to look up was almost too much for Cass. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure that he could hear it pounding in her chest.

"Hello Chica. So you are mine again."

"Hello Sir. My body is yours." Cass could barely speak. She had secretly hoped all along that he was the one bidding on her. She didn't hold much hope that it would happen but it was what helped her through being degraded on stage. "Sir, may I speak openly?"

"Yes, you may."

"Thank you Sir. I wanted to apologize for my behavior........" She started.

"Stop. That is enough about that. We will have plenty of time to talk about what happened. Suffice it to say we both had some blame in what happened. The majority of the blame rests with me. I should have told you how you were making me feel. How much you meant to me. I will not make that mistake again. While this is yet another contractual arrangement, I intend to never release you." Eric hesitated to let his words sink in. "I want you as my submissive for as long as you will have me. Do you understand?"

Cass sat up more proudly. "Yes Sir."

"Yes Who?"

"Yes Daddy. I want that too."

"That's my good girl. Now, who are you?"

"I'm Daddy's Fuck Toy."

"Very good. Now show me. Show me your holes are ready for Daddy."

"Of course Daddy." Cass came to the edge of the cage. 

She watched as Eric moved closer to the cage. His cock was out of his jeans. It was thick, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum from its bulbous head. He placed it against the metal rungs of the cage. It was too big to fit through the rungs and Cass was forced to only lap at her Master's cock. She whimpered not being able to take it in her mouth. 

"You want Daddy's cock don't you Chica?"

"Oh Yes Daddy. More than anything."

"Show me. There is a dildo in your cage. Show me what you want to do with my cock."

Cass looked around and found the dildo he was talking about. She picked it up and brought it to her lips. She looked him directly in the eyes and licked the crown of the phallus. When it was wet, she took it inside her mouth and sucked on the fake cock. She whimpered that it was not his but her body flushed with need because she was doing it for him.

"Good girl."

Encouraged, Cass pushed the cock further down her throat. She felt the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged on the thick cock. Her saliva flooded her mouth and she just let it drip from her open mouth. Cass forced it over and over down her throat. She wanted him to know that she wanted him to throat fuck her just as she was doing to herself. 

She pulled it from her mouth. "I want your cock Daddy. I want you to take my mouth with your thick cock."

"Very nice. Now show where else you want my cock."

Cass leaned back against the back of the cage and spread her legs. She fingered her wet pussy. She brought the juices to her mouth and licked them clean, then buried them inside her again. 

"Daddy's pussy is so wet for him." She could see that he was watching her shove three of her fingers in her wet pussy his pussy. "I want your big cock in my pussy Daddy. I've missed you."

Cass picked up the dildo, still wet with her saliva and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. She looked into his eyes, as the dildo slipped inside her, she closed her eyes for a second, thinking of how good it would feel to have his cock inside her. Her body shuddered with the thought. She pushed the thick phallus deep inside her. Her orgasm was nearing and she knew she didn't have permission to cum yet, but she continued to fuck herself for him.

"Daddy, I need to cum for you. Your cock feels so good inside me. My pussy, your pussy is squeezing you tightly. Milking you." She whimpered with need. 

"You will not cum just yet Chica. This is my pleasure, not yours. Now show me that your ass is ready for me."

"Yes Master." Cass turned over onto all fours and reached back and fingered the tight opening to her ass. She was glad that she had taken the time to prepare it for him. Her finger slipped in with little resistance. She moved it around then added another. She looked back to see that he was watching her. 

"Daddy, my ass has missed your big cock filling it." Cass now had three of her fingers inside. She worked them deep inside her tight hole. She wanted him to know that this was the way she wanted him to take her there. "Oh Daddy, I can't wait to have you inside my ass. Please take me Master. I need you so bad."

"Not just yet Chica. Believe me, I want you just as much. Take the dildo and fuck your ass for your Daddy."

"Yes Master." She said, trying to hide her disappointment. 

Cass picked up the dildo still wet with her pussy juices and pressed it against her tight hole. Instead of letting it slip in slowly, she pushed it hard and buried the phallus deep inside her. She moaned as she impaled herself on the dildo. 

"Oh God DADDY! Your slut wants you sooooo bad! My tight hole is clinching around your thick cock. I want you to take me roughly just like this. I want you to claim your fuck toy and let me know whose holes these are Daddy. Please fuck me Daddy. Please." She begged. 

Eric couldn't wait any longer. He stepped towards the front of the cage and unlocked it. She was waiting for him. He offered his hand to her. She took it as he pulled her up into an embrace. His arms went around her, pulling her tightly into his chest. They both breathed a sigh as their bodies were united again. When he pushed himself away, his hands cupped her face and he leaned down as the their lips met. 

Cass felt the softness of his lips mixed with the forcefulness of his kiss. She moaned when his tongue forced its way into her mouth. His hands held her steady, as her knees went weak. She had never been kissed like this before, never. His kiss consumed her. Her body warmed by it, but he was only toughing her face, not her body. 

Eric had never kissed a submissive before, not like this. He wanted her to know that things had changed. That he would own her but that it had nothing to do with some contract, that this was real, forever. When he could hold out no longer, he scooped her up into his arms. She gasped as she was carried over to the bed that was in the corner of the room. Eric felt that he was losing control, that he had to have her body, his fuck toy. So instead of placing her gently on the bed, he threw her down. She landed on her belly. He pulled his jeans off. He fumbled with the buttons until he just ripping his shirt off. The buttons flew everywhere. 

He got onto the bed behind her and lifted her up by the hips. She moaned as his hand took control of her again. She kneeled in the ass up position, presenting herself to him. Eric fisted his cock, instead of gently taking her, he thrust in with one thunderous lunge. His cock buried inside her. If it were up to him, he would never leave her warm pussy.

The air from Cass's lungs felt like it was pushed from her body as he took her. She felt so full from him. It felt right. After a week without him, this was where she was supposed to be, under him, filled by him. His cock was pistoning in and out of her. She was nearing her orgasm. She fought the feeling, wanting to focus on his pleasure. She tightened the muscles around his cock, wanting him to feel how much she wanted to pleasure him. This was his hole, for his pleasure after all. 

Eric grunted when she tightened around him. He felt like a school boy again, as he neared his release. He slapped her upturned ass as he continued to pounded her relentlessly. He was determined to make her go over the edge first before he claimed her. She moaned as he continued to slap her ass. She mewed, and whimpered but didn't resist his torment.

Cass's body shuddered when he started whipping her ass. She was so close. "Please Daddy. I need to cum for you." Eric didn't respond, but kept pounding her. "Um Daddy? Um. Um Daddy?" 

He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Cum for me Chica."

Cass's body finally let go. She'd been holding it in for so long that her orgasm totally consumed her. He continued to pound her pussy as the ripples of her release ripped through her body. She was held up only by the hand in her hair. Her tight nipples abraded against the sheets of the bed. When he finally let her hair go, she fell forward on her belly. 

Eric let her fall to the bed, but stayed buried inside her. He pushed her legs together and let his weight press against her back. His hips continued to press against hers. She meekly tried to meet his thrust. But she was too weak to continue. That didn't stop Eric. He leaned onto her and nipped at her neck. His teeth bit her tender flesh, not enough to break skin but still feral and primal none the less. She moaned under him. He was in control of her and she knew it. When his lips touched her ear, she felt his warm breath. When he spoke she lost it again. 

"Who are you Chica?" He grunted in her ear. 

"Daddy's Fuck Toy!" She screamed as she broke over the edge again. Her pussy quivered around his thick cock. She had not been able to cum since she left him. So her shudders only sealed the fact that she was his. His fuck toy.

Eric could hold out no longer. Her words and actions were all it finally took. His cock emptied into her depths. He stayed inside her as he rolled over, pulling her with him. His arms reached around her and held her tightly. Her pussy milked him weakly, not letting him go. She wanted him to stay inside her forever. 

It took a long time before their pounding heartbeats synced again. When it did they slowly got dressed and he escorted her out to his waiting car. When they entered his home again, Cass excused herself to go take a shower. Eric stopped her.

"There will be changes Chica. You will no longer be sleeping in your room. It still will be a place of respite but you will be living and sleeping with me, in our room."

"Thank you Daddy." Cass jumped into his arms. She was back where she belonged, with him.



Epilogue - Ceremony of Roses

It is a beautiful June day off the east coast of Martinique in the Caribbean. The island went by the name of Îlet de la Grotte, or in Antillean Creole, Island of the Cave. On the shore you could see a small gathering of people. The closer you got the more it became clear it was some type of ceremony.

Eric and Cass were standing just off the beach of the island they now called home. Their friends had been there visiting for the past few weeks. The men had gone fishing, the women did some shopping on the mainland. But mostly it's been morning beach combing, afternoon swims, and cool evenings by the fire pit, sharing drinks and stories.

But this morning was special. For it was the day Cass and Eric had picked to join their two souls together, forever. They were both a long way from that night at club Rose Noire, when it almost ended them both. The men were dressed in all black, jeans and shirts. The women were in silver garters with white stockings. Cass wore a blue garter on her right thigh. Marcus, the hulking black bouncer from the club was standing between Cass and Eric. 

"Welcome friends. We are gathered here today to witness a special bonding ceremony to signify to all that Eric French and Cassandra Mumford wish to commit their lives to each other, and lay in bondage of one another. This commitment is without end, depth, breadth or height. It is immeasurable, cannot be seen, touched or felt by anyone more than them. It is a locking of hearts, minds, spirits and souls. It strengthens them and makes them one." 

The couple turned and faced each other. Cass knelt down before Eric. A small woven basket laid beside them. On its lid was a small candle. Its flame softly dancing with the gentle ocean breeze. Beside it, a beautifully ornate vase containing a white unopened rose and a red rose in bloom, a new formal collar, and a white towel with 8ft of steel chain on it.

Marcus continued. "The white unopened rose signifies the purity of Cass's submission, and the fact that it has not come into full bloom. It never will. Submission is ever deepening, ever growing, and Cass will never reach a place where she cannot open a bit more for Eric."

Marcus watched as the two looked into each other's eyes, then continued. "Eric's almost fully opened red rose signifies his dominance. The color red represents his passion and desire to possess and protect Cass at all costs, though it may require Eric to spill his own blood to do so. The rose is almost in full bloom to symbolize that he is ready and mature enough to accept the responsibilities required of him."

Eric took the collar off of Cass's neck that he had given her when her when he won the bid for her at the auction. He passes the new formal collar through the flame of the candle, and then placed it on Cass's neck and locked it.

Marcus spoke. "This passing of the collar through the flame symbolizes the removing of all impurities from the circle of ownership provided by Eric. All outside influences are burned away in the heat of his desire to protect and defend Cass.

Eric cleared his throat. "My beautiful pet, will you accept my collar and wear it with pride and honor, and as you carry this symbol of my devotion and ownership of you, will you swear that you will live each moment for us and bring honor to our House?"

"Yes Daddy." Cass replied.

"I will protect and guide you Chica, for all of eternity." His finger brushed a wayward strand of her hair, placing it behind her ear.

Cass took a leather strand with a golden ring on it, and passed it over the flame of the candle. "This ring was given to me by my Grandmother. It was her wedding ring. It means the world to me. It's a symbol of their undying love." She then presents it to Eric. "Will you accept my token of submission, wear it on your heart, and will you swear to live each moment for us and bring honor to our House?"

"I will." Eric replied.

"I will surrender my all to you for eternity." Cass declared.

Eric picked up the red rose and pressed the thorn against Cass's middle finger, drawing a drop of blood. He then took her hand and dropped 2 drops onto her white rose. Cass then took her white rose and pierced Eric's finger, and he let two drops fall on to her white rose, one alone and one on top of a drop of hers. The two then pressed their fingers together and made their vows to be joined by blood.

Eric and Cass then said in unison. "Same flesh, same blood. We are now joined for eternity."

Marcus took chain off of the towel and passes it through the flame, then wraps it around the two of them. "This chain is a series of links that represent all the events that have led Eric and Cass to be joined. Each one interlocks with another to complete the chain. Passing it through the flame symbolizes the purification of all the events in their time together as well as their pasts. All bad things are burned away into forgetfulness and only the good remains. Wrapping the chain around them symbolizes the binding of their souls into one." Marcus looks to the couple. "You will now say your vows to each other."

Cass looked up to Eric from her knees. "I kneel before you Master, and offer you this girl, bound by chains that hold my soul, yet free my life and makes me whole. I give you my heart, my mind, my body, my soul. To serve you is my only wish. To please you is my need, whatever path you choose, I will follow."

Eric looked down at Cass. Thank you for coming into my life and wanting to be my girl. I accept your offering of submission. I give my promise to cherish and to carefully guide you and lead you safely in my footsteps. Your happiness, health, and wellbeing are in my care and I will thoughtfully tend to them because you are a part of me."

Marcus removes the chain and wrapped in the towel. The two roses were placed in the one vase. Then he handed both items to Eric and Cass. Then he took both of their hands in his. "By the ceremony of the roses, I pronounce your souls as one." 

The small crowd cheered as Eric leaned down and kissed Cass. Their story of these two people had ended, but the story of their joined souls had just begun.



The Making of a Fuck Toy



Eric couldn't believe his luck. Here before him was a truly submissive creature. He was a busy man, and didn't have time to take on a new submissive. Certainly one that obviously didn't know what being a submissive meant. But seeing her body presented in such subservient way, coupled with how responsive her body was, he thought maybe he should make time to take her under his wing. She had angered him with her not having the rent money and for her lying, but her vulnerability was a real turn on to him. She was someone he could exploit for his own pleasure. 

"Come closer Cassandra." He motioned for her to straddle his leg. 

She complied without hesitation. She pressed her body against his knee, her breasts on either side. She felt him lift his cowboy boot up and rubbed her aching pussy. She sat down on his boot, grinding against the soft leather. His hand reached for her hair and pulled her face down on his thigh. Her cheek felt the corded muscles of his thick thigh. She luxuriated in the rough touch of his jean covered leg, as she ground her wet lips against his leather boot. His fingers stroking her hair as she laid her head on his thigh. Her hand went up and touched the bulge in his jeans. She found his thick shaft and gave it a squeeze. When he growled it sent shivers through her body. The animalistic sound released a flood of her juices to her cunny. 

"Please." She begged. She wanted to feel him inside her.

Her suppliant moans only made his decision easier. He would make her an offer. In her vulnerable state, financially and sexually, he knew it was an offer she couldn't refuse. He rubbed his boot against her splayed pussy. She reached her arm around his leg and shamelessly humped his leg like a wanton slut. 

She felt him reach down and grasped her turgid nipple and pinched it, pulling it away from her body. Because she was already pressed tight against his leg, she couldn't relieve the taunt stretch of her nipple. Her pain was the trigger that set off her release. The tremors started deep in her belly and rippled out through the rest of her body. She squeezed his cock as her orgasm racked her body, sending shudders up and down her spine, down to her quivering pussy. Her juices shamelessly flooding the leather of his boot. Cass held tight to his leg as the vibrations of her body slowly died down. He released her aching nipple. She gasped openly as the blood rushed back into her bud. The sharp pain sent another wave of pleasure through her. 

His hand now rested on her head, softly stroking her hair. He let her breathing slowly return to normal. He could feel her heartbeat against his knee. Eric loved that she had been so responsive that she had orgasmed from grinding on his boot. Although she'd cum without permission, she wasn't his submissive. Not yet anyway, but he would soon rectify that. As much as he'd like to sink his thick cock into her wet pussy, he needed to her to submit to him in a contractual agreement. 

Eric pushed the submissive slut off his leg. She tumbled to the floor. The flush of her face and chest let him know that she'd had her release. But when she righted herself and returned to the presentation position, ready for his next command, he had to hide his satisfaction with her. Her body was covered in a sheen of lust. Her nipples tight and swollen. Her pussy, slick with her juices, was red and engorged from rough grinding on his leather boot. 

Eric looked down at her wet fluids on his boot. She followed his gaze and her face flushed more with the embarrassment of having orgasmed from his degradation. 

"I see you've made a mess on my boot. What do you think we should do about that Cassandra?" His voice, rich in tone, went straight to her core.

"I will get something to wipe it up Sir." She said as she broke position and reached for her t-shirt.

"I'd rather see you clean it with your tongue. Now get down there and get busy." His voice strong and demanding.

Cass didn't hesitate. She had been sated and didn't want to be punished again for not following his order. She bent down and started licking her own juices from his boot. The damp leather was tangy sweet. Her position had her turgid nipples abrading on the carpet, her ass, still red and stinging from her recent strapping, was high in the air. Her pussy flooded with new juices as he forced her to clean his boot. She felt so humiliated, but licked until there was no hint of her lust left on the leather.

"That's enough. Hand me your phone."

She moved quickly and retrieved her cell, handing it to him. He took it and punched in his personal cell number, then tossed it on the couch beside him. When he looked up, she had returned again to the position he had taught her. Such a good girl. He thought. He stood, grabbing his belt, doubling it and wrapping it around her supple neck. He lifted it lightly and she stood with him. He led the naked slut by his belt to her front door. He abruptly pressed her against the wall in the foyer.

"I will text you tomorrow. I want you to come to my office at lunchtime. I'm going to give you a chance to settle your debt. That is, if you can handle it." His breath was hot on her neck. "You're going to be my personal fuck toy. If you don't think you can handle that, start packing your bags."

Cass could feel the thick bulge of his cock pressed against her still tender ass. She wanted him inside her, now, not tomorrow. Why do I want to subject myself to this? Her body answered her as she felt the stirrings of lust well up from his rough treatment.

"Get some rest slut. You'll need it tomorrow." He released the belt from her neck and turned to open the door. He walked out and turned back to see her hiding her naked body behind the door. "Never hide yourself from me slut." She obediently stepped out into the open doorway. "That's my good girl. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Yes Sir." She replied, as she watched him walk to his truck, still standing in her open doorway. She didn't care if anyone could see, as long as he did. When his truck drove off and out of view, she turned and went back inside her apartment. She closed the door and leaned back against it. She reached to cup her breast, while her other hand fingered her wet pussy. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep with all that was going through her mind right now. Her body shuddered with the thought of what he had planned for her. Can I degrade myself more and become his personal fuck toy? Her body answered the thought with a resounding orgasm right there leaning against her door.