0 comments/ 6633 views/ 1 favorites The Righting Desk By: mcfreeman Chapter One Claire began to think of all the times where and when she would get in trouble as a child for "fidgeting" as she wiggled on the dildo and played with her clit. It was her favorite chair in the whole of the house this writing chair, she thought as she swayed, circling the large black dildo inside herself her eyes fixed on a point high above her on the ceiling of the room as the memories of her childhood played in the darken theater of her mind. She was now out of her body. The wet pussy dripping over the ivory rubber shaft was of another woman's. The taunt nipples and wet fingers belonged to another. The soft moans she heard were from another's throat. And the crescendo's waves of orgasm were far far inside another body as Claire rocked and swayed thinking of her story. It now seemed to her like a lifetime since she had come into this home. Her invitation was like a new birth of herself and she could not truly remember the before of herself. They had named her Claire and from that moment on she thought only of herself as Claire, a new sexual creature of this two story house. Had she thought about the house more she would have called it Gothic with its vaulted ceiling and its gabled roofs and its watch tower spiral. But Claire had the new eyes of a newly awaken being and her focus did not remain fixed on anything for long. As it was Claire had not seen the outside of the house since her arrival. Her "chores" had taken her to the Master bedroom, the kitchen, and the dinning room, but as yet she had not even seen the much mentioned basement or the many other bedrooms of the mansion. Her own room was her sanctuary and her 'righting" desk was her joy. As she stuffed herself with the dildo and wiggled herself comfortable, she took out of the thin middle drawer her writing tablet and her favorite pen. This was to be her journal of her new self and she had been ordered to enter into it every day. She was to express her inner thoughts about her new life and her new found sense of self. Claire thought back, as her mind often did, to when she was denied all that she could do now. To pleasure herself, like this, would have been unheard of in her old life. But, now she could fulfill her own desires. So, she wrote this down: 'Today while cleaning the kitchen, thoughts of being taken by the young male working in there, filled my mind. Then thoughts of the Master, coming in and finding us, had me wiggling.. for I know he would have beaten us both.. even that has me turned on to want to try it one day.' Fantasies were more and more frequent now. She realized that her mind carried them like pages in a book and she wanted to write them all down for the Master. Knowing that the Master could and did read her journal, Claire recorded all she was feeling. How and at times it did not feel like her body being self pleasured, or how and when she had a fantasy of the Master finding her and the male kitchen workers fucking. Being discovered by Master while in the middle of a male staff gang bang became a strong re-occurring fantasy for Claire as her daily chores brought her within ear shot of the kitchen and its many male voices. She knew exactly how horny she was by the number of men she fantasied using her body. Once she flashed that four men held her while three men used her body. It was 9:15 AM when she came and her orgasm almost made her moan aloud. Those were some of the things that her personal journal held. Often she would talk to her journal like it was her closest friend. As if the journal knew her motives and could explain to her why the house and the Master held such a power over her will. 'Tomorrow, journal, the Master has asked me to once again clean his room. I am to wear that short 'maid' outfit, and nothing but the apron and hat. The feather duster has a strange handle, but I was told to bring it with me. I have traced my body with the feather duster.. and the sensation that ran through my body.. still brings a smile to my lips.' Journal, I dreamed that Master and I were brother and sister last night. It was a wonderful dream. I felt free from all care, all fear. I felt free! Her First Story: The New Morning Sister wakes up and loves the feel of her brother around her body.. feeling safe.. and loved by someone other than her mom.... she feels her brother's hard cock against her ass cheeks and his arm around her body just below the curve of her tits, and his hand cupping one breast with fingers around a nipple.... She responds as he pulls her into him. 'He is manly', she thinks and a smile breaks over her mouth as she wiggles onto his cock. "It is ok...mom said ...to fuck me..." It was the end of the dream and his body stirred around his sister's. His cock was enormous, wedged into the crack of his sister's ass. He lifted his arm and adjusted his cock so that it pointed straight into the pussy which now he wanted so badly... " It is ok to fuck her...." the voice inside him said. She starts sliding back upon the hard cock, slowly it starts to enter, when he pulls her closer with a hand between her legs, till she has his cock inside her tight asshole. A gasp of intake breath, she wiggles more at the feel of him filling her to the point of making her feel that she can not take any more. Her hand covers her brother's that is between her legs and she moves his between her moisten lips so he knows what he is doing to her. The her other hand pinches the nipple that her brother is not touching. James knows his sister wants to feel the love he is about to send into her as he begins to rock, moving his sensitive cock up into the warm wetness of her. He smiles as her hand leaves him and he hears her begin to twist the sheets as he seats his cock far far up inside her, his sister, his new fuck toy. She kept hearing her mom's voice saying this was what she wanted for her little girl, to be with her brother, taught by her brother, loved by her brother, and she begins to rock with her brothers trusting cock. "More, more, more," she breathes as her ass sucks the cum from her brother's massive cock. Chapter Two Claire had just finished her "morning" chores, and wanted to write in her journal again, something she thought of about her life before she was brought here to this new life. She had lived in a small town and life was very boring. Now however her former town held an almost pleasant memory in her mind. She was from somewhere, she thought. Her chores reminded Claire of her father and her mother. She had heard their lovemaking in many of her nights long before she understood anything about sex. She still hears her father's directions to her mother as he told her to get on her hands and knees so he could use her asshole as his cum bucket and her mother's squealing responses as her father fucks her mother's anus. Her Second Story: Sexy Wants More Sexy wanted more, needed more. Her small town had become a bore and her prison. She wanted to travel and needed to know that it was a possibility. Then she met him. Her eyes had not beheld anything like him before, and her mind traveled all over, while she sat there in the park. Her fingers moved with a mind of their own, down inside her jeans, between her legs to her shaved cunt. Dipping inside her already wetness. With her eyes meeting his, she sucks her fingers and smiles. He had noticed her and was mesmerized as she fingered herself in public. Even in this one horse town, empty on a beautiful day, she was doing the unthinkable and he wet his lips knowing that she was one of those special women. Her like comes along so seldom, he thought, and for him to find her here in this park, on this day, was a small miracle and he had no choice but to approach her and ask, "May I lick your fingers, dear?" A smile cross her lips as she dips her fingers inside not once or twice but till they are coated before removing them as an offering to his mouth. "How is this, mister?" Her voice softly spoken. He sucks her three fingers into his mouth, tasting her cum, and smelling her in his nostrils. He moans as he suck her fingers clean and reaches out to touch her tit and feel its hard nipple. His mind has jumped ahead of this amazing encounter to picture this woman on his cross rack with his dick in her moaning mouth. Vision of sex with him, somewhere far away. Not another care for her to worry about or even to think on. Doing what this man said, sent shivers through out her body, and caused her to moan as her juices flowed right there in the park. "You want to give me every part of you, don't you? You want to lose yourself and this town, and everything to my voice, don't you? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want to be a slave to my wishes and you will do anything I ask, won't you?" Her mind said run and don't look back; and at the same time, it screamed for more of him. His words caressing down over her senses placing her under his control. She only knew that she wanted his presence to fill her. To make her part of his world, she would willingly place herself at his mercy. She only knew that she did not wish to see him leave without her. 'Danger, Warning' her mind yelled at her, for she did not know if he could or would ever show any mercy. The way she looked at him, and the way he made her feel, she knew she did not care, one way or the other. "You want more," he continued, "you want to escape this dullness which has a hold of your soul. You want the adventures you know you deserve; have always deserved and now you need. I can give you that. I can take you away from the empty room, the empty bed, and that ache in your heart. You know it is true...from the first moment you saw me, you knew it was true. All I ask is that you believe, obey, and please." The though of adventure, something she has dreamed of for a long time, to be possible is what makes her agree to at least give it a try. For who knows, she thinks, she might just like what he has to offer her. With his eyes that hold her, the voice that can calm her and make her willing to do anything for him. But, could she believe and put her trust into the sexy, and dangerously handsome stranger? Dare she do so? Yes, she thought, I want to do this. Before she can change her mind again, she looks in his eyes again and just above a whisper says, "I will go with you. To see what it is you have to offer me." "First show me you trust me and accept my blindfold. I want you to follow without knowing where you are going. Blinded and helpless. Wanting and willing. I want you to need me as I lead you into your new life." He slipped a black silk scarf around her eyes and tied it firmly making her day disappear. She stays in place as the blindfold is placed over her eyes, turning her day to night. The thought of giving complete control to him, is making her so fucking hot and wet. She wishes that he would just fuck her here. Fear he would do so also. This is just so much more than she ever thought she would be willing to do. Yet for this man, she did not say a word. Her pants are starting to get wet and showing that wetness. "Yes, I will follow your lead. Take me away to a new life." He slides his hand roughly under her pants and feels her pussy and her wetness. 'She is willingly,' he thinks as he leads her with a gentle pull through the park to the sidewalk and to a house on the edge of the park. "Careful," he warned her, "this is a basement apartment." And he leads her down into a cool stairwell, stopping to unlock his door. "Don't remove your blindfold. But remove all of your clothes. I want you to enter into your new life naked, without any past, without any reservations." The thought of being naked in the stairwell, sends shivers down her body with a heated and wanton craving. She lifts her top off, and lets it drop to the ground. Her hands remove the wet jeans, as she slips her shoes off, giving him total trust and free will with her naked body as she leaves her past life behind as of that second. "As you wished me to do. All are off, and I am ready." He opens the door and guides her inside. The floor is cool to her feet and her nipples harden as she enters and hears the door close behind her. He puts her clothes in a near by chair and guides her to a sofa. "Bend down," he instructs loosening his own pants and pulling out his cock. "Place your arms on the back of the sofa and spread your legs." The coolness of the floor feels good to her. The hardening of her nipples brings her a new sense of life, and now she feels more alive then ever before. Her hands find the back of the sofa and she steadies herself, spreading her legs as she was told, not sure what he has in mind; but the way he said it, she knew she had to obey. As she wanted to obey his words. Her heart starts to beat faster, waiting to feel what he was going to do to her. As she was at his total mercy and found she loved the thought. So, she stood there in a way, bent over hanging onto the back of the sofa, with her legs spread wide for this stranger, and seeing that she had given her will over to him, too. Suddenly she felt her ass buttered with a cool gel and her anus poked with a thumb pushing lube inside. "Don't move." It was a strange voice that commanded her and she shuttered as she obeyed, feeling the hand work her ass with a pressure that was uncomfortable, filling her with a fear she had never known before. She dared not move. Staying where she was as her ass was being violated, for never before had anyone dare touch her there. Blindfolded still, the voice did not match that of the guy. She did not know if it was the same person or not. But, a fear was gripping her, a fear she had never known before. This was madness, what was she doing here? Did she dare speak? Her body tremble with both fear and excitement with what was happening. Did she really want this, is this what she really did crave? Something told her, that this would be only the beginning of that new life he promise her. He worked her asshole with his thumb, with his middle finger, with two fingers, and worked the lube deep into her asshole as she moaned her surprise, her discomfort, and her growing lust. She tried to move away, when he used his fingers to lube her up. Each push he did, made her ass sore; and yet, her lust for him grew. Once he removed his fingers, she relaxed just a bit, thinking he was done with her tight ass. He then poised the head of his cock at her virgin asshole, pushing the head slowly into her. "Yes." He said, as his cock penetrated her and stuck inside her, swelling as she twisted in pain and pleasure. When he penetrated her ass, with the head of his cock, she almost leaped forward screaming. She kept trying to get away from him and his cock. Begging him to stop and remove himself from her sore ass. She felt violated now. She wanted to get away from him and run. She did not even care that she was nude. "Please, don't." She dared to speak and begged him to stop and not use her ass. "Don't do this to me. Please do not go further in me .. not there." All the while moving forward to get away from him. But it is of no use as he grabs hold of her hair and forces her to her knees and standing in front of her warns, "Do not ever refuse me, again, you slut. You will never be free of this small town, this small life of yours, unless you obey your MASTER." Tears run down her face, something she has not done since her parents had died over ten years ago. She was now terrified of him, this man that she thought was something else. Oh, he was something else alright. He was a MASTER, and she walked into his lifestyle willingly today. Her ass still hurts her, and when her eyes met his, the rebel buried in her still shows through her eyes. She would fight him, till she left, or he broke her will and made her submit to his. She would fight him her eyes vowed. He saw it immediately and knew she must be broken and he grabbed her hair and drag her to a dimly lite room where there was an X rack, complete with wrist restraints and ankle cuffs. "Here is your path to freedom." he laughed as he shackled her to the rack and spread eagle, her resistance into useless struggle. Shackled as she was, still she fought, twisting in the restraints, though they cut into her skin. Eyes now showing fear... real fear of what this man could and would do. "This is freedom? How?" Her voice held the fear like her eyes, but there was more she said. "Is this the only way, you can feel strong and in charge." As soon as she had spoken these words, she knew she would regret them. But, she had to stay strong for as long as she could. He now grabbed a vibrator, silver and cold, from an ice bucket. He applied it to her pussy, holding it between her legs and pressing it to her. "This is step one." he sneered as she twisted in the shackles. "You will regret all this futile struggle later." And he pushed the dildo inside her pussy. The coldness sends her squirming against the restraints more, the way he was using it on her, made her want to leave; but, it was impossible. She screamed in pain as the vibrator/dildo fucked her. "Stop this! Why are you doing this!!?" She was not thinking, only trying to get him to let her go from where she was. "Please ... stop.. please" Her begging and pleading, were making her lose her voice against what he was doing. "No one can hear you scream, your protestations are of no use to you or anyone. You will live through this. And you will come to enjoy this. So to struggle is pointless." And he applied the vibrator directly to her clit and held it there as she struggled and writhed. Gradually, even as she struggled, she felt the warmth growing inside her. Almost on the verge of tears, she cried, "Ohhh. God, fuckin, damn it. You bastard! What are you doing to me!?" His cock is now stiff again and he says, "I'll show you what I am doing to you!". And without any warning, he thrusts himself into her pussy. "THIS..IS..WHAT ..I...AM DOING!!" And he bangs her pussy driving hard against her twisting and screams of terror. "Do...you...feel ....THAT....? Do YOU?" "Yes... but... what... the... GOD....?" Her screams continued beyond her words. "Who.... are ... you ...... really?" "I AM THE VOICE INSIDE YOU...THAT DANGEROUS ONE...THAT DARE YOU HEAR AT NIGHT...THAT LONGING YOU FEEL AS THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN WHISTLES IN THE NIGHT...I AM YOUR DESIRE....THAT UNQUENCHABLE FIRE...YOUR LONGING FOR SOMETHING MORE...THAT CONSTANT NEED YOU HAVE FOR MORE AND MORE...." All she could do, was take what was being done to her. She now knew part of what she had been fantasizing about. What it would feel like to be completely at the mercy of a man that knew what he wanted and not afraid to take it. One that could and would teach her about being a slave, a real sex slave in her lifetime. Chapter Three Today, Claire had been told to stay put onto a chair that has a dildo in the seat, she had been given her journal and told to write what was going through her mind. Claire impaled herself upon the dildo and reached for the writing pad nearby. Her Third Story: Breaking New Grounds She is still scared of the man that has her shackled to the rack. For he had turn her to face the rack, her ass is now facing out for his use. She keeps trying to see, but the blindfold is still over her eyes. "Please, what? Why? Please stop.... please, mister.. just stop and let me go..." She feels his ice cold hand stroking her skin and shutters. Her mind is racing in a thousand bewildered circles. How did this happen? How did she go from being seduced to being a prisoner? What change this man from a seducer into a dungeon master? And what was he going to do to her next? "There...there," he cooed and stroked. "Don't worry. Feel and learn!" The Righting Desk Then she felt a cool cold gel on her....in her..deep in her. "I'll be breaking new ground in just a moment." he said. The coldness she felt had enter her anus channel, and it brought on more fear, her body started to tremble under his hands the feeling of his finger pushing the coolness in her, pushing pass the tightness of an virgin anus. "Please.. don't.. don't do this.. please.?" "Shut your mouth, slut." he ordered his voice now as cold as the room and the lube penetrating her. "Or I'll gag your mouth closed." She shuts up for the moment.. shaking as much as the shackles will allow her body to do so. Her fear is growing with this man, but for now she shuts up. Though she still whimpers in a moaning low resignation. Now she feels a pressure on her asshole and a warm body close to her back. She closes her eyes and faces away as a shadow descends onto her skin. Bringing her cunt towards the rack to get away from the pressure against her asshole. She feels so close to tears; but she remain silent as she feels his cock's head enter her. Once he has enter her..once her ass adjusts to his cock's size, he pushes in a steady hard motion until his shaft is fully in her. "FUCK," is all he says now fully butted in her. She screams as he enters her all the way, for the pain itself burns her ass, the place she had never allowed another to enter, her hole of safety. And, he takes that away from her, blindfolded and shackled in his apartment. And she starts to cuss at him. He is inflamed by her struggles and and her vulgar protests and her now fucks her ass...growing larger as he plummets her, over and over, slamming her against the rack with each thrust. "GOD stop... Stoppp you bastard... Fuck you..... stopppp....." She screams at him, with each of the inward motions. "Get out of me now." She says thinking that he will listen to her now if ever. "Sssssttttttooopppppp plllllleeeeeaaaasssseeeee" But her words, her begging, her tears are nothing to him....this monster fucking her. He fucks her asshole without mercy...slamming her more and more and he feels his cum building inside his shaft. He likes the feel of the lubed tunnel he now fucks. He is consumed with his mastery of this woman, ignoring her crying and pleas. She continues to struggle as much as she can, not willing to admit defeat, not willing to submit to him. To this merciless man that had walked in her life, while she was enjoying herself in the park. "Stop, please, I have done nothing to deserve this from you. Take yourself out of me... please just ... just stop" Her pleas and begging were slowing down.. as she was losing her voice, but she continue to struggle against the shackles. "Please stop, please, please, please." He wanted her to fight him as each thrust was hard against her and her fighting made her asshole tighten up more, which meant more pain for her as he fucked her ass harder and harder non stop the whole time she was begging and pleading with him to do so. The pressure building up in him. as he knew he would explode in her tight ass soon all the cum that was coming to a head. He grabs her hair and pulling her head back, whisper in her ear as he arches his back some spilling his spunk in her ass. "I do this because I can, I am Master here, Your God, the one that holds you within my plans and will to you as I want." And he explodes deep in her asshole. Once and then again, as she bucks to his explosions so deep in her bowels. "You will learn to accept my cum, in any hole, at any time,,,and thank me for the great gift." She slowly stops struggling as the fight in her is dying for she knows she has been broken. "What.. what if this is not what I want? Does that not matter here? Does my wishes not matter?" Her eyes can not even cry, she is so spent. "Your wishes are nothing. It is your duty to serve," he explains, "It is my wishes you serve. It is me your body services, each opening is mine, any one I wish is mine, your mouth, your ass, your pussy.....all are now only to service me. Do you understand?" Chapter Four Today, her Master had placed a plug in Claire's ass, and told her to keep it there while she does her chores. Almost immediately, Claire was thinking of how this could be turned into another fantasy for her journal. While she goes about her chores, her mind wanders in and out of fantasies and reality. It is more and more difficult for her to focus on what she is suppose to be doing and not her ass. Sucking her Master's cock was slow and time consuming. Bathing her sister was almost a distraction. Claire want to write about the waves of fantasies now flooding her mind even as the waves of orgasms flowed through her pussy. Her Forth Story: Something New He wet his lips in satisfaction. The room was taking shape. And it turned him on thinking about it. His mind was like that, it went to extremes. His dreams oozed a river of sexual fantasies. Every morning his shorts were soaked from his admissions. He began to rise earlier to hide the evidence of his evening licentiousness. He was a prisoner of sex. She was the object, the subject, the victim of his lust. And he was certain he could have her. His pants were wet with the pre-cum of his lust. Now looking at the room he was satisfied that it would serve him well once she was inside. She liked all of the toys he had showed her so far. Now he had only to tell her that her room was ready, that her training would begin, that she would obey, that he would reward her for her submission. Already she had accepted his butt plug to wear for a day. And his mouth watered thinking she would arrive back soon. She hesitated before knocking on the door, the door which held the unknown for her. It had been a long day at work and she was now nervous. It had been difficult wearing his specially designed butt plug, walking around the classroom, bending over to help the children with their problems, tying their shoes, and a few times the plug threatened to slip out of her now dried ass and it was with extreme mental concentration that she was able to clench her butt cheeks to keep it safely in place. The other night at the retirement party for one of the teachers, she met him. Right from the start she knew there was something different about him, something that had held her attention, drew her in. She didn't know what or even tried to understand it; the pull was there and could not be denied. He was dark and seemed to be the brooding sort, not at all her type, but yet here she stood outside his door, unsure of herself, only knowing that when he called last night and asked her if he could come over she didn't dare to turn him down. Last night was, well she couldn't really describe what last night was, not even in her own mind. There were no words for it. It was really pleasant but strange at the same time. They had spent the evening chatting and drinking some wine that she had in her refrigerator, it was not that but the topic of their conversation that had left her with this feeling of unease. She had never heard of BDSM. Maybe in the content of an off colored joke, but that was it. When he brought up the subject she listened and was horrified, horrified within herself to find that the topic intrigued her and the thought of actually submitting her body to another, to their will without any say was a turn on. When he brought out his toys that he had brought in a bag, the mere thought of the joys and pain that could be inflicted upon her body left her breathless. She did not think twice when he left her with the plug with instructions on its use for this day. "Insert it in the morning and wear it all day. If you do this, then you will understand." he had told her, no ordered her. Slowly with trembling fingers she pressed the doorbell to his house. His answer shook her when he open the door, smiled, and wordlessly waved her inside. "Go over to the back of the couch and bend over. Lift up your dress; I want to see my plug." She complied like a child ordered to her room. She walked to the couch and bent over its back and hiked up her dress revealing her naked ass and the plug. "Don't touch it. I want to see this up close." He ordered, as he came behind her, kneeling on his knees before placing his hands on the cheeks. He spread her buttocks and the plug fell to the floor. He gazed at the hole now swollen red and open. "That's right," he said more to himself than to her. "Does it hurt?" Not waiting for her answer he grabbed her hand and led her to his bathroom. "Sit." And she complied. "Now relax. Tell me about your day. Relax, let the pain go away. What were you thinking about every minute today?" he asked standing in front of her undoing his belt. Not sure where she was to sit or what she was to say, she cautiously moved towards the toilet where she placed the lid down before sitting carefully on her tender behind. Willing herself not to squirm around, she quickly withdrew her eyes from the progress his hands were making on his belt buckle. Oh my God, what did she let herself into? Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, she found words escaped her as she tried to answer his question. Scared of upsetting him by her slow coming in words, she found herself stuttering. "I, uhmm, I thought ..ah ...ah ..about you today Sir. About tonight and what would happen. The things you said. About last night. I meant, last night. The things you said last night." She knew she sounded like an idiot. Closing her eyes she forced herself to focus, to get a grip of her raw emotions. His silence told her that he was waiting for more from her and she didn't want to upset him, strangely enough she wanted to please him. She dared not question her feelings right now. Daring to open her eyes, she looked up and saw that he had his belt off and holding it in his hands, looking down on her. Taking a quick indrawn breath, she released it while rushing out her words, seemingly as if once the breath was out, her chance for talking would be over. "I'm scared Sir, but I do want to be here and to please you. Please give me this chance to learn how to do so." There the words were out. He knew she would be a pet, and then a slave, and all he had to do was help her behave. "Don't be in fear. Soon your release will be here." Not sure what he meant, she whispered, "Release Sir?" As his belt came off his pants, he wrapped it around her neck and her eyes silently questioned him as he buckled it saying, "You are going to earn this collar." "PULL...my pants down...look how wet you have made me today....is that any way for ME to BE?!?!" She reached out and grabbed his pre-cummed stain briefs and pulled them down to see a half hard cock flapping in her face. Suddenly she could feel the cool water in the toilet, she could feel her ass slightly stuck to the seat, and she sensed she was more alive than she had ever been and it was this cock that had done this. She bent over and kissed it. And then she licked its head seeing its slit like a perfect little mouth begging to be kissed. Chapter Five Today while Claire was working, she overheard a couple of the girls talking about a machine the Master had in the dungeon. One of them said that it was pain and pleasure both for the lucky girls that got to ride it. She said she was one of them, but also that she was never to talk about it. This allowed Claire to let her thoughts roam. Claire had sensed there were secrets in the house and this partial conversation, only half heard, confirmed what she had come to suspect about the house and its many women. "You should have heard her. She was shaking. As much as you could strapped down like that. Shaking while that machine fucked her. And she was struggling to get it deeper, I swear. "What was she saying?" "Christ," she was almost shouting, "More, God more. And, Yes, God Yes!! She was panting and crying and begging...and she came like nothing I ever seen." Claire now focused on the Master, who ordered the comings and going of these women, who was responsible for both their unhappiness and their joys. Her Fifth Story: The Machine "Now," he commanded his voice taking on a different tone, "Come with me. There is something YOU will learn to love." He led her to his downstairs and in the far corner of the unfinished basement, he pointed to a machine near a bench. "There," he said. "That will be your work out bench." She had no idea what he was talking about, and part of her wanted to run as he pulled her closer to the contraption. "Sit. Straddle it. Now!" She did and waited, as his voice left no room for refusal. "Take your dress off. I want you naked for this. Now lay back and put your legs over your head. Now. You must learn to move faster." His voice was her will and she compiled trying to please that voice. "I'm going to put your feet in these cuffs and I going to strap your arms to the side of the bench. Don't be afraid. You will come to like this machine and the joy it is going to give your body. You will. Oh, you will. You will see." He was pleased beyond hope at her willingness, her lack of fear or struggle. She tried to look around her body, past her butt or over her tits to see the thing which pointed directly at her now up turned ass. She twisted and turned trying to see what it was. In her mind, she had thought about this moment. She had seen this moment on X-Tube; but in her wildest imagination, she had never thought that she would be now a victim of such a device. The idea of being actually impaled by a mechanical dildo now sent a shutter through her whole body and her pussy gushed her fear into the air. The machine was well designed, a top of the line model. The platform, on which the recipient lay, was a sliding platform for comfort and protection. The device had an entry mode and water adjustments for three pleasure centers. The attachable dildos were colored and varied in sizes and purpose. The DP mode was labeled "caution". "You have your own water. Don't you, my slut?" he said watching her ejaculation. "Hmm, it tastes good. Thank you for wanting this," he said lapping her mound and crack. "Such a tasty desire I was not expecting." "Chirst...is this going to hurt?" Sexy asked. "Let me strap you in." he said, placing Sexy prone on the bench with her legs in the stirrups. "No, pet, this will give you joy until now unknown to you in this world." Sexy waited for the machine to start up as his words were drawing her back to contentment to serve and please him. "Joy, it is to bring me joy, like this?" Sexy still had the belt around her neck like a collar and leash. "Are... are you sure?" Master James positioned the double penetrating dildo at Sexy's asshole and smeared the dildo with lube. He adjusted her body so her pussy felt the other head at her slit. "Are you ready?" Master James asked, telling her...."It is best you take a deep breath and breathe out and relax...as much as you can." With that, Sexy hears the machine start and immediately the duel heads enter her. Sexy took a deep breath, but as soon as the duel heads entered her, she tensed up and screamed. "Gods no... not both holes" She had forgotten to relax and so it hurt her at first. "Please .. please stop this... make it stop." Sexy was not sure how much she could take from this, this machine of his. She gush out again, crying out for him to make it stop. "Mister.. please enough is enough... make it stop.. now." Sexy cries out, as the machine fucks her without stopping, both holes filled. And she hates him, and his toys, and hates herself for doing as he had said. The pain of being fucked like this, the humiliation, and helplessness; and yet.. yet the joy of it! And she realizes she can get joy from this machine..from being fucked like this. Almost against her will, Sexy cums at that moment, hating herself. "Please stop .. the .. this .. please" Was she begging him to stop the machine, stop her joy of being fucked like this, or just begging him .. like a slave begging for something from her Master. Sexy was not totally sure herself. And still the machine fucked her, now shooting water over her as it pushed in and out of her ass and pussy. Sexy realize begging right now was doing nothing for her, but the machine kept penetrating her, non stop, all her senses were lost with the beat, in.....out in ... out... in ...out.. what was happening to her? Was this what she wanted? Not that it matter, for she was hooked up and she could not reach the buttons to shut it off. "Aren't....you....here!!!.....wouldn't .....you....fucking....stop......this?" Sexy now begged, "please... oh please...more.... damn it ... no stop this.... more... oh GOD..... what is fucking happening!!!? Please... please answer me.... oh fucking God..." And Sexy gushes her own fountain, just as the machine shoots more water on her. The uncaring and non stopping machine continued its in...out.. .in...out. Now half crazy with her orgasmic joy, Sexy was starting to like this device and it's relentlessness..... but fears telling her torturer. Sexy started begging for more, more of this, but only deep within herself for now. She was now not sure if she ever wanted it to stop. For her fear and pain, had turned to wanting, craving, needing more .. more of this from the machine. 'Oh God, what is happening to me, I want more, more of it, yet, and yet it should stop.. no .. no.. I want this.. I want this...' "Oh... please.... more... more.... " Sexy was now begging whomever was around her for more. "Please, I want this... oh.. how.. did you.. know... oh please... " Sexy was saying the words out loud, begging for this, as she started to crave the beat, in... out, in .. out, in .. out. Both holes at once, she needed it more.. more.. more. Never getting dry as her own body gushes out, and the water the machine sends on her. Soft sounding footsteps enter the room, kitten is MJ's pet. she has been hearing the girl cry out, and knows she must be getting thirsty. kitten was given orders by her Master to feed this girl, His cum from the cup. As Master's pet, His little kitten does, always does as Master says. "Is any ... one....th.....ere?" Sexy cries out, her voice is starting to get rough. "I heard you enter, pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee, oh God .... an swe er me." Sexy screamed as she gush out more cum, the machine giving her no peace at all. kitten walked slowly near her, "i have a drink if you are thirsty." kitten said as she stroked the girls hair, trying to calm her down. "my Master said i was to give you this to drink, and only this." she steps out where the girl can see her, she has no discomfort like the girl, who turns her head away. Sexy says, "You are naked! Where are your.......cl... clo... clothes?" She was overwhelmed again with another climax, seeing the naked girl. 'She does not look like she minds walking around here naked, what is she? who is she?' "Who are you? and What are you?" kitten smiles at the girl and strokes her hair again, her cunt close to the girl's face, though kitten sees nothing wrong with it. "my Master, Master James, calls me, kitten. I am His pet. Are you thirsty?" Sexy begs, "Please, please can I have a drink." Kitten takes the cup and places it to her lips, helping her sip at Master's cum. kitten held her envy in check, as she loves MJ's cum. "Slowly, you need to take it slowly." kitten used her soft voice to make the girl do as she wanted her to do. Make her take it slowly so she got the full taste of her Master. Sexy took a sip and almost spit it out, but she was so fucking thirsty from her pleading and begging. 'What the hell, what was this girl giving her to drink?' Sexy had to stop as another wave of her cum came gushing out. The Righting Desk Kitten smiles to herself. 'Master has gotten Himself one that will fight for a while yet.' kitten tells the girl, "Here you must drink, for it is Master's wish." kitten once again, hold the cup to the her lips, for her to drink Master James' cum. Sexy accepted it this time, taking another sip, slowly. All the while the machine never stopped penetrating her holes, in was like a perfect rhythm, the way it enter and exit her body. Smiling Kitten puts the cup down and bending down to sucks on her nipple, like a baby would its mom, trying to bring the girl over the edge. Sexy screams with both shock and pleasure at this girl sucking on her nipple which is now perked up in the mouth which captured it. Kitten tries to keep time with the machine, with the sucking, sucking deep as the machine goes in, letting up as the machine's double cocks exit. 53 Chapter Six Claire started to have fantasies of having another female chained to her and to service the Master as sisters. Either as a pet or a slave, someone that loved having sex with both male and female.. now she never was with another female.. but there was a new girl, one with a sweet golden brown skin that she used to write out her next fantasy about. The girl was almost petite. She had small tight breasts with dark brownish nipples, which showed through her blouse whenever she reached over her head to clean or take down a thing. She knew Claire watched her and Claire's eyes excited her. She liked how her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her blouse whenever Claire's stare made her excited. She vowed that she and Claire would be great friends. Her Sixth Story: Sisters Both girls rose off the bed, and went to kneel before their Master. He leashed them again to the double collars and led them from the room. At the stairs he had them rise to their feet so that they may go down them with ease. At the bottom of the stairs he had them get back down to hands and knees and crawl behind him as he led them to the kitchen. "I think tonight you sluts deserve some kind of reward." Going to the refrigerator, he took out the bottle of wine that he had placed there earlier and went to the cupboards where he retrieved two dogs drinking dish. Filling the bowls half way full of wine, he placed them on the floor before the girls and told them that they may enjoy the drinks, told them that the refreshment might serve them well for the rest of the night and what he had planned for them. Sitting back at the table sipping on his own wine, he grinned down at the bowed heads that were busy lapping up the drink with tongues, watched as their bodies swayed in unison in their gyrations on the floor. "Kathryn I want you to bring your personal things over tomorrow and get settled in your new room downstairs. You will only need your clothes as I have already supplied the room with everything else you might need. If you find something missing and I deem it is something needed by you, I will supply it. Of course you will need your clothes and make up for work, but while at home, unless stated otherwise by me, you will be naked. Is that understood?" Kathryn looked up from her bowl and nodded her head in consent. "As long as you behave, OBEY and do your best, I think we will all get along quite well. Sylvia will help you when I am unable to be here, she will answer your questions and show you how I like things done." Kathryn liked hearing this last part. "Yes Master, I will be more than happy to help Kathryn. I am pleased that you decided to give me a sister and I will enjoy showing her the way of things." Sylvia acknowledged licking her upper lip for any memory of Kathryn's taste. "Good girl, I knew you would. Kathryn do you think you will be happy living here with us, serving me as I see fit, helping your sister with her chores, being a play thing when I need one, being a fuck toy for my pleasure?" "Yes Master, this is something I want to do and be. Thank you Sir for letting me have this opportunity. I will do my best to please you." "You're welcome slut. Now drink up so that we may go back upstairs and enjoy getting to know each other a bit better." He watched his pets lap wine from their bowls seeing it dribble on chins and slid in rivulets down their skin, red against white and red down golden brown. "Lap it all and clean up each other," he said. And the two vixens splashed the wine with their faces, slurping and tonguing their excitement. The Master knew what they wanted, they wanted to clean each other of the wine. And he knew exactly what he would do. "Pets, bring yourselves over to me...on your knees..and knell here." They obeyed, a small fear growing inside of each. When the Master dropped down in front of them and ordered, "Cup your tits, sluts. Present those nipples for my tongue. Lean back and accept your MASTER." He then kissed each nipple presented to him right to left and left to right. The MASTER then sucked each tit, nipple towards throat and underneath. Both Kathren and Sylvia giggled as he did this. "What is this disrespect?" he queried. "Don't you sluts want your master to be happy!?" They both understood what had happened and looked at each other. "You ungrateful bitches..COME down stair with me...NOW!" and he yanked them to their feet and rushed back down to the dungeon room with his disobedient pets in tow. "I think I'll suspend you both in a basket from the ceiling and let you both have a taste of some punishment." The open weave of the baskets which he had in mind were design to expose the pussy of the woman who sat in one. The position bend the woman almost double are her ass was almost totally exposed. It was an old form of punishment and it always delighted both slave and Master in the opportunities it provided. Many a woman had been lowered onto a princely cock while inside such a basket. Usually the suspension ropes had been twisted so the woman twirled around once penetrated. (This required several willing hands and so for now the Master was going to use them only as a confinement for his two frisky pets). Once both women were inside their baskets and hoisted a few feet off the floor, James brought the water hose over and sprayed them each with cold water saying, "I want you clean, my sluts." Then Master James went to each pussy now dripping wet and fingered them with fingers and then fist. "Kathryn watch Sylvia take my hand," he ordered when Kathryn had closed her eyes after his fisting. "That is the way you will learn to do it. You will cum when I enter you like this slut has just done." With his five fingers wedged inside Sylvia's pussy and pushing hard to enter her deeply, he said, "Talk to me Sylvia. Tell me how it feels and what you want." "Deeper, Master...I want all of it...deeper, Master...please..." "Do you want to cum, slut Sylvia?" "Yes, master, but first give me pain..." "See, Kathryn, my slut wants my whole hand inside her small pussy. She knows what I want to do. She accepts it. And she knows I will go until she can not take it. She doesn't remember the last time she screamed in pain." And with that he slapped Sylvia's ass with his other hand as he thrust his fingers deeper into her, until Sylvia gasped, "no, no, no, no, no..please, no." Kathryn was now nervous and cramped as she watched her sister's punishment. She was unsure of herself, whether to respond to Master James or not. She was on new ground, well beyond her own imagination. She had no idea what to expect as her sister began to beg for release and she could feel her own pussy and the cool air of this basement. Kathryn became dizzy as her nipple grew hard and she felt herself having a orgasm. His fingers now covered in juice, Master James withdrew his hand from Sylvia and licked each finger looking at Sylvia he said,"As always my slut." He then lowered her out of her basket and giving her a moment, told her to go "put on your toy". He then began twisting Kathryn's basket around and around. Sylvia came back and James told her to take a mat and lay down underneath Kathryn and position her. As she was lowered onto the dildo that pointed up from Sylvia's body. "Once she is impaled let go of her and lie back," James ordered. As the smooth strap-on entered Kathryn, she screamed, "I'm too dry..God..damn...it hurts...please..ahhhgh..shit...please Master..." When Sylvia let go of Kathryn's body and laid back, Kathryn began to turn slowly and slowly, Master James lowered more onto the dildo. Kathryn went nearly 360 degrees before she was stopped by Sylvia's body. Kathryn scream was a mixture of pain and joy, and tears streamed down her face as Master James raised her body off of Sylvia. "The slut almost tore off the strap-on, master." Sylvia reported climbing up to help lower Kathryn to the mat. Kathryn was shaking and sobbing as James and Sylvia released her, lowering her legs and head to the mat. Her eyes were rolled back and her body shook in spasms. Her nipples were hard and every part of her body was sensitive and she sobbed, "Please.. please..don't touch ...me yet..." She then gushed a stream into Sylvia's hand. Kathryn's Story: I gasped as I felt my vagina exude hot liquid pleasure onto Sylvia's hand. My vagina throbbed with pain and a tingle of erotic sensuousness that I had never experienced before. I was nervous not knowing what was going to come and how it was going to feel. Watching Sylvia get fisted in the basket made me nervous; but also turned me on wondering what pleasure it was going to give me. Making me watch made my anticipation grow inside of me and I wanted to finger my self while he was fucking her with his whole hand; but I couldn't. I was strapped down and it would be disrespectful to my Master. Oh finally my turn!! I open up for Sylvia to enter me with the strap on at my Master's request. Damn I'm so dry it hurts; but it feels so fuckin good. I wanted to tell her to fuck me harder; but I couldn't and I knew that I would be punished if I said anything, so I stayed there hoping she would fuck me harder, trying to tell her with my eyes. If she doesn't understand the way I talk with my eyes she will begin to understand. Oh..... it feels so good I want to cum but I can't until my Master tells me its okay. Chapter Seven: The House of Sluts As she touched the black studded collar around her neck, Claire began to look at the house and its people in a new way. She began to notice that some faces were seen regularly, but not every day. She observed that only some of the other girls had "chores". The Master was one of the few men Claire knew she could be sure was "of the house". Most of the women were seen for limited times and most of the men were seen only passing through the room of the house. Her Master was a constant for Claire and she wore His collar with great love and pride as she became a Mistress of The House. Claire's Last Story: Dear Diary I like the feel of cum on my face, especially when I can lick the goo, those white sticky wads of wet sticky man cum. I do. The idea of cum in my asshole makes me hot and I have orgasmed just thinking of a cock blasting wads into me. Diary, I love sucking cum out of cock, and the more cocks the more I like it. (I have sucked five cocks in one night). Dear Diary, I am a slut. A house slut of my Master. I love eating pussy as my asshole is fucked. I love a cock down my throat and another in my butt. I love cum from cock. I love the way my body shakes and rocks. Dear Diary, I like to be fucked, to be used, to surrender. I love wearing Master's collar and doing his bidding. I love to surrender myself to his voice, his desires, and his friends. (Master has such sexy friends with such nice toys.) Dear Diary, I love a cock rubbing itself on my clit. I want to feel Master's cock push inside me. I want to gush as he takes his time entering my slit and demands that I not cum. (He is so mean and nasty to me and I love him for it.) Dear Diary, I love the feel of a man's thick white cum. I love a cock after it has ejaculated and it's small mouth still leaks fluid as I rub it over my mouth and tits through the wads of cum it has just spit. Dear Diary, I wear my Master's collar, but I am Mistress of this house. I have fucked all who enter and every man and woman has used me. I am the reason they have stayed and I am the reason they all return, if they leave. My sex is unmatched and I am both slave and slut. I am the heart of this House. I am sex itself. Dear Diary, I have come to love pussy. Eating my sisters is such a thrilling joy to me now. I love my sisters' sexuality. Using a dildo on another woman is wonderful to me now and the taste of female cum is so great. Dear Diary, I am in love. This evening I met and had sex with my first she/male. She was a beautiful black statuesque tranny of a grace which I found captivating. Sucking her soft wonderful cock while she in turn ate me was the best sex I have ever had. I completely fell in love with this exotic creature and begged her to fuck me all night. Sucking her cock as she ate me was so great; but when she fucked my ass with her tool I went over the edge as her hard black cock pounded my hole and I came over and over shaking with each lustful thrust of this Nubian princess. I love her as much as I do Master. Dear Diary, I want both, my Master and my princess. I am now obsessed with the desire to have both my Master and my love fucking me at the same time. I want my Master's cock up inside my ass and my lover fucking my pussy. To be sandwiched like this is now my great goal.