10 comments/ 26456 views/ 9 favorites The Slap By: Joe Wordsworth "Higher", I told her, "Get your ass up higher for me." I ran a hand over her smooth bottom as she spread her knees apart and arched her back. Her red thong running cleverly between her cheeks and gently covering her sex. She was worse than merely naked, as naked comes with a sense of finality--she was exposed and could be further exposed, and if she had a moment to think about it, she probably would have closed her eyes and flinched at the idea of what she must look like with her breasts crushed against the bed and me rolling my eyes over parts of her that had never been in such a position of scrutiny before. Oh, it could have been embarrassing, just a little... but that takes time. And time, when too much of it is given, is the enemy. I wouldn't give her time to think about being self-conscious--and she'd love me for it. I stopped my finger grazing over her skin and breathed her in. Nuzzling her pussy just a little while dragging my hands under and over, here and there. She gasped and forgot what she might look like; having only enough time for quick contemplation of what she was feeling for the next hour or two. If I could paint, I'd paint you the picture. Beth is a woman, though I call her My Girl, she's got the curvaceous body of a woman. With hips moving narrowly into a waist and rising out to a magnificent set of breasts. I use the word "magnificent" sparingly, not prone to dramatic language in general. The only way to describe the shapely body before me, looking like an animal in heat... rich brown hair splayed forward on the bed, hands forward with her wrists almost unconsciously crossed, back arched smoothly upward and her round ass in the air... oh, it was hot. It was stirring me up and I could decide whether to roll up behind her and start fucking all sensibility out of her or drag this out, let the mood get thicker. I chose mood over gratification. We'd be playing with something new, tonite, and I didn't want to spoil it. I nuzzled my hand against her pussy, the thin fabric of her thong almost radiating heat. She grabbed the sheets at my touch, wrapped up tight in the sensation of my fingers drumming slowly over her clit under the cloth. It I kept it up, I knew she'd cum.... if there was anything Beth was good at; it was cumming at the slightest touch. I never knew if it was me or her, or both of us... but it rarely took more than a few firm touched, some well placed words, and permission for her to get off. "You're enjoying this, I can tell...", I eased into a regular cadence, "So exposed, in the perfect position for anything I feel like doing. You want to cum right now?" A breathless "yes" escaped her lips, her eyes were tightly shut and he shuddered slightly every time I petted her. Long, slow strokes along her spine; long, slow strokes over that gorgeous ass. If nothing else about the night was to go right, that was excellence. I would have her just like this, if I were to have her. I rolled my fingers against her pussy one last time, and curled my hand into a fist. "Grind your pussy on my hand", I started off... little things at first, big things come later. As desperate as she was for her first climax, she rolled her hips sensually. Rocking up and back, as though she were fucking someone crouched right behind her. She slid forward and backward against my fist, letting the knuckles on my hand serve as reference points for the occasional hard grind against her clit. She started breathing heavier and heavier, moaning just a little as she worked herself into a bit of a subtle frenzy. I reached for the whip... she hadn't seen it and didn't know it was there. "Move quickly, pull the thong off now", I directed her. She fumbled quickly to remove it, but in the position she was in, she couldn't slide it off of her very fast. The first crack came down on her ass--SsssWHAP! "Ahhhhnnnnn", I could see her grit her teeth. I could feel her tense her entire body. The pleasurable sensations were broken by the sharp crack of leather on flesh. "Ass up, move", I barked, "faster"... SssWHAP..."Move faster"... SsssWHAP. Each time it made contact, she muffled a soft cry. "When I tell you to move"--SssWHAP "You..."--SssWHAP "Will..."--SssWHAP "Move..."--SssWHAP "Fucking..."--SsssssWHAP! "Faster..."--SSSSWHAPP!! "Do... you... under... stand... me?"--I unleashed a torrent of strikes, alternating this way and that, bearing down fiercely. I half thought I might draw blood, as carried away as I was getting. The very act of whipping her was getting me aroused and excited. This little sadism meant so much. And she went from muffled cries to yells to screams. But not once, not even once, did she move from the position I had her hold. "Yes, sir... yes, sir... I understand.", she whimpered and thrust her ass up higher to pacify me. "Now hold still, hon, I want to see", I calmly relaxed her. She un-tensed and let me explore her body, rubbing strong hands over red welts. Maybe soothing them a bit with contact. I grabbed her pajama bottoms and slid them around her neck, her surprise was expressed in a brief tensing--but as I started fingering her pussy, she nearly forgot about the tightening clothing around her throat. I twitched and diddled fingers around her clit and told her to cum for me, I wanted her to cum so badly. As she approached her climax I wound more and more tightly on the pj's until at that perfect moment where the only thing she could concern herself with was cumming--then I jerked them hard, backward, cutting off her oxygen and she stopped making all sounds as her body quivered with a strong orgasm. Her eyes fluttered a bit and she almost collapsed into a pile on the bed as the world went from rising and rising and rising heat to explosions in the dark. I continued fingering her cunt as she caught her breath and whispered a barely audible "Oh my God... Oh my God... oh... oh, fuck." This was new, she'd come to count on the unique novelty of our sex life, and surprises were seemingly part in parcel. "Good girl", I told her as I ran a hand down to her pussy--already wet and expectant, "Good girl." I licked my thumb and explored her cunt, feeling her moist lips and twitching in and out of her gently. Her sighs told me everything I needed to know and I pressed deeper and deeper into her. She was so tight... I wondered if I might hurt her, but she only let out deep breaths of satisfaction as I plunged my thumb into her pussy. She quivered as I wriggled, and drew a sharp breath as she felt a finger massaging her ass. "Relax, hon... just relax. You did really good, you want me to keep fingering you like this?", I asked plainly. In between moans, she expressed her affirmation. She nodded deeply into the sheets and rolled her hips against my hands and what they were doing with her. I pushed my finger first one knuckle, then two deep into her ass, wriggling my thumb against her G-spot and watched her buck and writhe against them. She was fucking my hands, fucking my fingers, looking for that sharp quaking climax that she would only get so far with. "What am I doing?", I prompted. Knowing that this was generally the hardest part for her. Talking. "Huh? What am I doing right now?" She whined lightly in between moans, whimpering in her way for me not to ask her to say it. I'm not sure she expected it so soon afterward, but the next thing she felt was the emptiness as I pulled my thumb away from her pussy and landed a hand sharply smacking across her ass. "What!", I jabbed, "What am I doing right now?" She whispered out a shy "You're... you're f-fingering my... my ass." "Good girl, that's right. I know it's hard for you to say, but"--I slid my thumb back into her pussy and started fiercely fucking her ass--"you know I like hearing it, don't you?" Her eyes got wide as the tempo went from 0 to 60. Her moans gave way to grunts, her shyness disappeared. "YEsssss! Oh...." she cried out as I fingered her almost violently. I hooked myself deep into her and demanded "You want it just like this? Huh?" "Mmmmm--GOD, YES!!! Please!!", she no longer had control over her body or her mind. She started rambling sharp series of moans after another and I could feel her climax hit her only a moment before her whole body shook and tensed, gripping my fingers and not letting go. She screamed out "OOHhhhh, Sssssshhit!" and shuddered again and again. I quickly passed my hands over her body, laying her down before we ended the foreplay. I held her briefly as she came down a bit, still shuddering against me. I slid off the bed and beckoned her to follow--"Come on, up." Her knees wobbled as she tried to stand, so I grabbed her and kissed her deeply--she was my girl, and I wanted her to know that I loved her before what was coming next. "Get on your knees", her eyes flashed out of their haze as she recognized where this was going. Was she ready? Was I going to go too far? "Open your mouth, honey", I told her as I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my cock out. She looked long at it, and took it into her mouth eagerly. She ran her tongue underneath as she wetly dropped her lips over it. Bobbing up and down quickly, she was determined to satisfy me. That eagerness, as any guy could tell you, is half the battle. But, this wasn't about a blowjob--something I love, from a Dom standpoint, and just don't get to experience as often as I'd like--this was about more. "C'mon", I taunted, "Impress me. If you're going to suck my cock, baby, you're going to have to do better... c'mon." I started directing her more and more, giving her little bits of advice in a stern and almost challenging manner. "Put your hand here, hold it, yeah... that's right." She grabbed my cock by the base and started redoubling her efforts, almost devouring me in the process. "If you don't put more into this, I'm going to have to do it myself, you know that", I continued egging her on, "All the way down, c'mon." She brought everything she could to bear and swallowed half my cock before gagging. "Not good enough, c'mon... all of it", I snaked a hand behind her head and tightly grabbed her hair. She took a deep breath and tried again, gagging lightly but forcing more and more of me into her mouth until she'd made most of it disappear. I was in heaven, but it wasn't enough. "Fine... you want me to do it? Is that it", I tightened my grip and stood up. I reached down with the other hand and stroked her face, grabbing her jaw lightly in my hand. "Open your mouth, tongue out just a little." I eased myself into her mouth. "Just a little bit at first, like that, just a little, then--"--I grabbed her hair tighter and forced her mouth down around my cock. I pushed back into her throat and continued pressing until I could feel myself slip further. Her eyes watered as she looked up at me, and she gagged. "Yeah... just like that", I said as I again teased her mouth before fucking her throat, pulling out just as she started gagging too much. I slid back and forth, gently fucking her perfect little mouth, pleasing myself to no end. Holding her hair tightly in my hands, I relished the feel of fucking this girl's mouth. Hearing her choke and whimper and moan.. ...and moan? Moaning? Caught up in my pleasure I failed to notice that her hands were down between her legs. Playing with her little pussy as I used her mouth like a slut. Without thinking, without even intending to, I jerked myself out of her mouth, let go of her hair, reared back and... SMACK!!! She rocked to her side as I landed a slap across her face, forcefully. "You don't touch yourself unless I tell you to, do you understand me?", I charged. Whimpering, her cheek red, she managed a "Yes, sir... I'm s-ss-orry", before I grabbed her hair back again and forcefully shoved my cock down her throat. So fast, without warning. "You want to suck my cock, don't you?", she let a muffled nod stand as her confirmation, "My little cocksucker", I was lost in the feeling of her throat as I more aggressively used her mouth how I saw fit. She was almost crying, from the gagging? From the slap? I almost didn't care. She was gagging and choking on my cock, her breathing becoming labored when I let her breath. I forced myself in once again, this time I pushed until I couldn't anymore, holding it there. Then she convulsed a bit, she gagged and turned her head pulling away. She needed to catch her breath and I could see that she was more turned on than maybe she'd ever been. I pulled her up and flipped her onto her stomach, crouching behind her ass and over her thighs, my cock swaying heavily behind her. She'd barely had time to catch her breath all night, and now I was going to fuck her until she barely remembered her own name. I prefaced it with no introduction, I didn't play or preen or pretentiously orate... I was worked into a frenzy after fucking her mouth and she'd been such a good girl for me all night. I needed to make her scream my name. I eased into her, wrapping my left hand around her throat and interlacing my right hand with hers. It was love and control, it was her knowing I could choke the life out of her or pleasure her. It was where I was meant to be and where she needed to go. I slid my cock, hard and almost angrily erect, into her tight and wet pussy. I wasn't here for relaxation or gentleness, and I jabbed forward--hearing her gasp and utter unintelligable cries of pleasure as I started relentlessly pounding her. I fucked her like a man possessed. I fucked her until she was screaming for me to keep it up, to fuck her harder and harder. And I did. I was grunting with my impending climax and fucking her delicious pussy recklessly. Her fingers tightened around mine, my hand tightened around her throat, and I felt her pussy tighten around me. She screamed my name as she came again and again, she rocked up and back against me, trying to milk my cock for all she was worth. I pulled out, and pulled her over, sliding between her legs like I was about to continue fucking her... but instead, as she caught her breath and let her orgasm fade, I jacked off fiercely over her. I came from somewhere deep behind me and almost lost my balance as I shot over and over across her tummy. My toes curled and my breathing was short and labored. I slid down to her and pushed my tongue into her mouth, and we kissed like a young couple in love. We played with new toys that night, and were evolving with every moment into creatures that could only ever find themselves satisfied in the arms of each other. So natural. So perfect. The Slap Kit was in the yard, scooping out the pool in her pretty blue and pink floral bikini when she heard Nathan calling out to let her know that his two best mates had dropped over for a BBQ. Kit walked up to say hello, she knew them both really well from their former playing days at the Rugby League Football Club where she worked for the CEO and as very close friends and teammates of Nathan's. She considered them to be her friends as well. Embracing Bryan and Eric, she apologised, saying "I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were coming over, or I would have put some more clothes on." Eric chuckled and said "doesn't bother me Kit, you can take them all off if you want" he grinned, winking at her. Eric could be very cheeky, just like Nathan, and she flicked his ear to scold him which he wasn't quick enough to dodge. "Ouch!" he laughed pressing his palm against his stinging ear lobe. Kit was just about to offer them all a beer, (which Nathan knew full well she would do, being the ever gracious hostess) when he slapped her backside and said "don't just stand there woman, go and get us a beer". The slap was slightly harder than Nathan had intended and he laughed to himself, thinking 'Oh shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. She’s not gonna be happy about that' but he kept his poker face. Kit yelped and spun around on the spot with her hand on her backside to glare at him through narrowed eyes. Nathan simply continued taking his seat in the deck chair not breaking eye contact with her. “Oh My God, I cannot believe you just did that!”, Kit says, rubbing her backside. “You’re such a Neanderthal! And what is it with the right cheek, why is it always the right cheek?” “Come here then and I’ll smack your left one for you.” Nathan grinned at her. “Yeah right!" she scoffed. "Not gonna happen buddy.” Kit said, shaking her head. And there it was, that look in Nathan's eyes that Kit recognised all too well, the one that says, 'Bring. It. On.' A thrill runs through her body. Eric and Bryan are both looking on with amusement. "Come here." Nathan says enunciating each syllable clearly in a deep voice, beckoning her slowly with his hand and looking at her under his eyebrows. “No way! You’re insane, you know that don’t you?” Kit says with false bravado and putting her hands on her hips, but taking a step backwards at the same time. In an instant Nathan springs up out of his chair and Kit squeals. Even though she fully anticipated the move she's still startled. She jumped, turned and leapt off the deck in one fluid move and sprinted down the backyard at full pelt. Eric laughed, shaking his head and saying “Fuck me, she’s quick.” amazed at how fast Kit got away from Nathan, he totally expected Nathan to have grabbed her straight away, instead she had a good 3 or 4 metre head start on him. She slowed down half way down the yard to look over her shoulder to check whether Nathan was still chasing her, and he was! ‘God Dammit!’ She stopped running and turned to face him, pointed her finger at him and yelled, “get the hell away from me you mad man, have you completely lost your mind?” she was panting and laughing at the same time. God this man thrilled her. Nathan kept trotting towards like that fucking cop out of Terminator. He was so menacing and even though she knew he was just playing with her, the guy was a former front row forward and still maintained his fitness. At 6’2” and weighted 110kg, with muscle on his muscles, he was intimidating without even trying! Kit was quick on her feet though and very agile, managing to evade him twice as Nathan grabbed for her. Her lack of clothing was a definite advantage in this situation, as were her years of ballet. Eric and Bryan were watching from the deck and enjoying the fun. "Shit, she's got a better side step than some of the players in the League!" Eric laughed. “You’re not wrong mate, better than most of the players I know, but I can’t see Nathan giving up, he’s too determined and look at what he’s chasing!” Bryan said. They both laughed and watched the sport continue. Kit eventually found herself cornered and she started begging for him to leave her alone, laughing breathlessly the whole time. “Oh, you’re in a world of trouble now Sweet-Cheeks” Nathan laughed at her. “Please Nathan, no, control yourself you crazy man. Get away from me. Help me, somebody. What are you two fools doing just standing up there for God’s sake” she yelled out at Eric and Bryan. "Can't you tell a woman in distress when you see one?" she shouted out to Eric and Bryan. Kit was crouched down, trying to make herself as small as possible and trying to fend him off pathetically by flapping her hands at him, half laughing half sobbing, “no, no, no, please Nathan, no.” Nathan simply picked her up without any effort at all, she was practically half his weight and he was almost a foot taller than her – it was no contest. He placed her over his shoulder, no need to throw her, she weighed nothing to him and it was one of those things that turned each of them on so much, that he could manhandle her so easily, she loved sensing the physical power he had over her. He made his way back to the deck, patting her backside on the way and saying “and now I’m going to teach you a lesson!” Kit started to wriggle in his massive arms. Nathan was well known for his huge 'guns' achieved through pure heavy lifting, not the steroids those pathetic cheats used just for looks. Kit had no chance of escaping, but that didn't stop her from trying and making a sincere effort, squirming and trying to kick her legs. Nathan practically had her in a 'fireman's hold', gripping her thighs and taking hold of her wrists as she threatened to get away. Nathan absolutely loved her feistiness, the harder she fought, the harder his dick got. Kit was shaking her head and said, "No Nathan, no, don’t do this, don’t do it, stop, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry." Nathan asked “what are you sorry for babe?” “I don’t know”, she said with a mock sobbing, easily mistaken for a laugh. "I’m sorry you caught me?" she suggested, giggling and they all laughed at her. "Ok, just put me down now Nathan, you’ve had your fun” Kit said, trying to put a serious tone in her voice and adjusting her bikini top which was dangerously close to becoming a wardrobe malfunction after all her wriggling. ‘I am going to put you down Babe” Nathan says, “I’m going to put you down over my knees” he says, sitting back in his chair and flipping Kit over his knees as if she was weightless. “Nathan!” she squeals, “No, don’t you dare! Let me go you maniac. You’ve completely lost it." Kit’s arse is pointing at both Eric and Bryan and they’re staring at her butt and her covered pussy, pouting between her legs, and even though she can’t see them, she can feel their eyes fixed on her backside, easily imagining the sight they’re enjoying. Eric and Bryan can both feel their cocks twitching. “Now it was the left cheek you felt was being neglected wasn’t it Kit?” Nathan asks in pretend seriousness. “Don’t you dare touch me, you lunatic” she said as she started squirming and bucking frantically in his lap. Nathan glanced over at his mates and raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘Are you seeing this? Can she get any sexier?’ Eric and Bryan were both enjoying the show immensely, as evidenced by the slight bulges in their pants. Kit had been a favourite fantasy of each of theirs since they first met her over 5 years ago. Nathan peeled back her cossie to reveal her left arse cheek and, in the process, her pussy lips as well. Eric and Bryan glance at each other to confirm that they were both seeing the same thing, upon confirmation, they returned their gaze and couldn't take their eyes from her. “Oh my God Nathan!” Kit gasped, she felt the cold air on her pussy lips, surely he hadn’t . . . had he? SLAP! ‘Owwww!’ Kit howled as Nathan’s hand came down smartly on her backside and she jolted in his lap, lifting her hips and revealing more of her pussy to her spectators. "Now", Nathan said, "tell me how much you like it." "Let me go and I’ll let you live!" Kit responded defiantly. This cracked them all up, especially Nathan, he loved the fight she displayed. Kit screamed ‘You’re all bastards!’ as Nathan’s hand slapped her again. Kit drew breath sharply as she felt the sting. “Say it babe, tell me how much you love me spanking your sexy ass.” Nathan commanded. “Nathan, I’m going to kill you!”. God she was defiant, Nathan thought, with a smirk on his face. She was such a handful. SMACK! “Owww! Nathan! Ok, ok, ok. You win, let me go. Please baby.” Eric and Bryan were amazed, they were both sure Kit’s pussy was getting wet, but it was such an unreal sight they could hardly believe their own eyes. SMACK! “Say it”, Nathan warned. “Okaaaaay, Babe, I just love it when you smack my arse!” SMACK! “Hey!” she protested at the additional slap, unfairly handed out since she’d said what he wanted to hear. “I know you do” Nathan chuckled and rubbed the red hand print on her backside and leant forward to kiss her butt, resisting the temptation to bite it. Nathan flipped Kit over and sat her in his lap, holding her arms behind her. He grabbed a handful of her long dark hair and pulled her towards him, kissing her fully on the lips in a big noisy smooch. She returned his kiss with passion and then leaned in to his ear, “You’ve made me all wet now, you sexy bastard” Kit whispered, so the others couldn't hear and then she sucked his ear lobe and dragged it between her tongue and teeth making his cock jump. Quickly, she jumped up off his lap, snapped her cossie back into place and skipped past Nathan, giving him a wide berth so he couldn't grab her again, saying “Get your own stupid beer you Neanderthal”. Nathan moved to get out of his seat again, when Kit bent at the knees instantly and gave him the double handed stop sign, laughing and saying “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, okay? Settle, I’ll get your beer. Geez, the guy's got issues!" she said to herself walking away shaking her head, intentionally loud enough for them all to hear and it got the laugh she expected. Kit came back with two six packs in an esky full of ice to keep them nice and chilly. “Let me grab you a chair Kit, you’re gonna join us aren’t you?” Eric asked hopefully, I haven’t seen you in ages. Kit giggled and said “It's only been a week Eric and I think you just saw more of me than you ever have, don’t you?” she asked playfully and punched him lightly on his arm.” “Yeah, but we’re greedy like that” Bryan added smiling at her pretty face. Kit says “Yeah, I’ll be out soon, I just want to . . . um . . . take care of something inside, I won’t be too long at all, I'm sure.” She tells them all. As she turned, Nathan winked at her and asked, “Do you need a hand babe?” raising his eyebrows. Kit blushed and said "No thanks, I can manage" and clipped him on the back of the head, skipping out of his way, narrowly avoiding his long reach. Once Kit went back inside, Eric told Nathan he'd overheard what Kit had whispered to him on his lap and Nathan just chuckled and said “She’s an absolute handful mate, just when I think she there’s nothing that wouldn’t surprise me, she shocks the shit out of me again. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, I fucking love her to bits.” You know what that 'thing' is she’s gone inside to do is, don’t you? He asks his mates. They both shake their heads. “She’s gone to do a bit of manual handling” imitating the female masturbation technique between his legs. “That’s why I asked if she wanted a hand.” “Shit!” Bryan laughed “I’ll give her a hand.” he said, then quickly added “Sorry mate, I know she’s your missus, but she’s fucking hot. Watching you spank that cute arse of hers just now has given me half a fat!” “You’re not wrong.” Eric added, “I might have to go inside and join her.” he said squeezing his dick. “You know what?” Nathan asked, “Kit would never admit it, but I know for a fact she probably wouldn’t mind if you did both join her. She’s often told me she fantasises about fucking each of you.” “Bullshit!” Eric almost spat his beer out. Bryan was half coughing and half choking on his and said “Get fucked! No way?” “Nah, I’m serious mate! We talk about stuff like that, it’s cool, well no, it's actually very hot, she really gets off on it when we talk about it. Besides, I know she’d never leave me or do anything behind my back, so as long as it’s all above board, we’re good.” “So, if we went upstairs now, she wouldn’t freak out?” Eric mused. “Well, she would if I wasn’t with you, but if I went in first and then you two joined us, then she might be persuaded.” Nathan said. It occurred to Bryan that Nathan might have planned this whole scenario. “What the hell are we doing sitting here then? Let’s go.” Eric joked, pretending to take off for the door. Nathan chuckled, shook his head and said ‘OK, Come on then” standing up. Eric and Bryan looked at each other and Eric said "Fuck off mate, I was kidding!" and Bryan said "Piss off, you're not for real!", looking at each other incredulously. "Yeah, serious, c'mon, follow me." Nathan said walking inside and indicating that they should follow. Eric just shrugged at Bryan and they followed Nathan, both a bit confused. They climbed the stairs quietly and walked towards the main bedroom suite. Silently Nathan turned the handle to the room and pushed the door open slowly. He gestured to his mates to stay outside for a moment and walked in cautiously peeking around the corner to see Kit spread eagle on the bed. She'd removed her bikini bottoms and she was definitely enjoying herself, gently rubbing her favourite pink vibrator between her bent legs, pushing it into her wet little pussy but mostly vibrating her clit. She was moaning quietly and wriggling her hips against her toy with her head tossed to the side, and eyes closed. Nathan suspected she was fantasising about the two men who were standing outside her door waiting to come in. Nathan enjoyed the view for a moment then sat gently on the bed beside her. Kit gasped in surprise as Nathan grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head and kissed her deeply, leaving the humming vibrator in her pussy. Kit returned his kiss with passion, but when he stopped she hissed, “what are you doing Nathan, Eric and Bryan are still here, aren't they? It’s rude to leave them downstairs to entertain themselves, they’re your guests. Not to mention the fact they might come looking for you, quick go and close the door.” which she'd notice he'd left open. Nathan just smiled at her, grabbed the string to her bikini top from behind her neck and untied it revealing her small firm breasts. He rolled her over slightly to undo the other tie and removed it completely. Squeezing her breasts and sucking her nipples, before taking her hands over her head again and proceeding to tie them together and onto the bed head with her bikini top. “Nathan! What the hell? This isn’t what I call closing the door. I swear to God, if Eric or Bryan walk in, I’ll kill you!” She was still doing her loud stage whisper routine, even though she thought they were still down stairs out on the deck, not standing just outside her bedroom door and listening to everything. “Really?” asked Nathan, “how are you going to kill me Babe? Are you going to fuck me to death?” he laughed and Kit just giggled "Well I’d have fun trying!" she laughed. Nathan tested her binds, not too tight but she was definitely not going anywhere. Next he reached into the bottom draw of the bedside table where they kept their toys and got a blindfold out, placing it over Kit’s eyes and then started fucking her with the vibrator. Instantly she responded and started moaning and grinding against it, but Nathan wasn’t having any of this. He pulled it out of her slowly and dragged it along her slit before turning it off and returning it to the draw. You won’t be needing that Miss Kitty, that's a promise. There was something in Nathan’s voice that Kit wondered about momentarily. “Seriously Nathan, you pick the weirdest times to get all kinky.” Kit giggled. She couldn’t help but remember the time they went for what she thought was an innocent bush walk and he’d tied her to a particular smooth barked gum tree in the shape of an elongated 'S' that supported her butt, wide enough to spread her legs and had branches perfectly placed to tie her arms to. It was just off the main tourist track, and he fucked her hard against it, taking photos of her with his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the tree afterwards. He'd obviously planned the whole thing. God he made her hot! She then felt him move off the bed and waited for whatever it was he was going to do to her next and her mind was reeling, it could be anything going on past experience. Her every sense was heightened, trying to work out what he was up to. She didn't hear him walk over to the door on their soft carpet however, where he gestured to his mates to come in and close the door. Eric and Bryan walked in quietly as Nathan stood at the end of the bed and said to Kit, "Ok, the door is closed. So tell me, were you fantasising about Bryan and Eric just now? Tell me the truth or there'll be consequences." Kit giggled and just said "Maybe" turning her head shyly into one of her raised arms, blushing. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Good girl!" Nathan praised her. "Okay, let's pretend they're here watching you now, tied to the bed and unable to get away. I want you to do as you're told Kit, spread your legs apart so we can all see your pussy." Kit slowly parted her legs slightly, keeping them straight and flat on the bed and stretching her shapely muscular legs, pointing her toes as if she was doing a ballet pose. "Wider" Nathan ordered and Kit complied. "Wider, I want you to part them completely" and Kit obeyed again, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. "Ok, now bend your knees so Eric and Bryan can see your pretty little cunt open up for them." Kit's heart was racing as she imagined being completely exposed to the gorgeous men she'd so often fantasised about. Kit bent her knees, tucking her face into her arm shyly, and they could all see her pussy contract as it throbbed with excitement. Eric just mouthed "fuck me" as he shook his head in amasement and stared at Kit's gorgeous pussy completely exposed to them all on the bed in front of him. Not to mention her very sexy body, stretched out and tied to the bed. She definitely had the whole package. "Now we're going to take our clothes off and then we're going to play some more." Nathan said, nodding to Eric and Bryan to strip all at the same time so Kit wouldn't hear multiple shorts and shirts being discarded. The boys performed a synchronised strip and Kit thought she was hearing in some sort of weird stereo. Eric and Bryan tried to be as quiet and as quick as possible. If Kit had removed her blindfold at that moment, she would have seen three very excited, large muscular men towering over her at the end of the bed, staring at her lustfully and each sprouting an enormous erection. "So, are you ready for us Kit?" Nathan asked. "I'm ready for you babe" Kit said. "No, us" Nathan repeated, keeping Kit thinking Eric and Bryan were in the room. Kit giggled and wriggled and said "Ok babe, I'm ready for you all. I want you all to fuck me hard, I want to suck your cocks and to fill me up with your cum." Kit said, thinking Nathan was just role playing with her and she was just playing her part. "Excellent!" Nathan said, kneeling between her legs, pushing her knees up towards her chest and sucking on her pussy lips, swirling his tongue gently around her clit. He held her legs firmly in his large hands waiting for her reaction to what was about to happen. "Well then, I think you should start with a kiss hello for Eric and Bryan." The Slap Nathan nodded to Eric and Bryan to give Kat a kiss. Eric knelt on the bed beside Kit and, leaning over her, said "Hey sexy, I'm going to make sure you enjoy yourself this afternoon" and he kissed her passionately. Kit just froze. "Oh! Nathan, what's going on?" she whispered as she attempted to sit up, close her legs and free her hands. Nathan held her legs apart and it took some effort as Kit was much stronger than she looked. “You said yourself it was rude to leave Eric and Bryan downstairs to entertain themselves, so I asked them to come upstairs so you can entertain us and we can entertain you.” Nathan explained. "Shhh, it's ok. Don't worry sweetie, we're going to take good care of you", Bryan said as he held her face in his big hand and kissed her deeply and squeezed her breast gently in his other hand and tweaking her nipple. Kit's mind was in a whirl. Yes this was her favourite fantasy, but to actually live it was surreal. She couldn't believe that she was naked in front of them all, not just naked but tied up and her legs couldn't be any further apart, Nathan had her spread so wide, and not only that, Nathan was licking her out while they undoubtedly watched. She couldn't imagine anything more lurid and when she pictured it in her mind a thrill rushed through her, her struggles subsiding slightly as her body responded to Nathan's sucking and licking. Bryan sat on the side of the bed and proceeded to suck her breasts and play with her nipples. "Hmmm", Kit moaned and writhed on the bed as the sensations went straight to her cunt. Nathan continued licking her pussy. Bryan and Eric were both watching, mesmerised. They couldn’t take their eyes off her bald pussy as Nathan spread her flesh apart to their lustful gazes. Kit was still feeling extremely self-conscious, she was shocked but her body was reacting to the delicious tongue lashing Nathan was giving her clit. “Oh . . . “ is all Kit could manage to say in a quivering soft voice as she felt her body thrill. This was one of her favourite fantasies and she couldn’t believe Nathan had orchestrated it, and she was still a bit unsure about how she felt, now it was coming true. She truly loved Nathan and he was the only person who turned her on so intensely. Eric and Bryan were great guys and she considered them true friends who happened to have fantastically sexy bodies, but, she thought, even though she fantasised about them, did she want it to really happen . . . she was confusingly undecided. Nathan could tell Kit had kind of switched off and was pondering her situation. “Just relax Babe, I promise you’ll enjoy every moment of this, I’m right here Kitty Kat.” With that, Kit couldn't help but put her trust in Nathan and whispered “okay” quietly and biting her bottom lip. Nathan had never, ever let her down and unfailingly kept his work, she took a deep breath and relaxed her body and Nathan knew she had submitted. Eric and Bryan had moved to now each hold an ankle. Bryan was gently rubbing her thigh to quietly reassure her. He didn’t want to touch her too intimately without her consent, even though she did admit to wanting them to fuck her and that being forced was a turn on for her, and he had to admit, for him as well. Eric was also stroking her leg, lightly tickling his finders up and down the inside of her leg. Once they both heard her say okay, they looked at Nathan who winked at them and said “Be gentle with her boys, at least at first!” he chuckled patting her rump lightly. “Nathan, don’t start that again!” Kit giggled. She'd pondered her situation and had decided to enjoy herself. This opportunity might never come again and she knew she would quite possibly regret it, if she let it pass. Eric took the chance to start kissing Kit's legs all the way up her inner thigh towards her pussy which he could see was deliciously wet and pulsating. Nathan had given him a good head start. He gently rubbed her clit before leaning in to lick her cunt. Kit moaned and writhed on the bed. She could tell it was Eric because she could feel his goatee against her bald pussy and thighs. This was fucking freaking her out, Eric was eating her pussy and to say he was enthusiastic was an understatement! She couldn’t help moaning as his talented mouth controlled her reactions expertly, bringing her close and then letting her quieten only to rouse her even more. Eric repeatedly tormented Kit until she couldn’t take it any longer, she was so close to coming she groaned and said “Oh please Eric, please, fuck me!” pushing her cunt up into his face as he flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly. Kit couldn’t believe the words had escaped her mouth and if her hands weren't tied above her head, she would have covered her mouth, but with a confirming nod from Nathan, Eric lined his throbbing cock up against Kit’s burning pussy and sank into her tight, wet little hole. Nathan waited to see Eric’s expression, he knew exactly what he’d be feeling. “Oh fuck! . . . Seriously . . . . Fuck, that incredible.” Eric groaned as his cock bottomed out against Kit’s cervix and her tight walls gripped his cock in a wave like motion as she felt him fill her completely. Eric’s expression was a mixture of astonishment, lust and pure ecstasy and Nathan couldn’t help grinning, “you should see his face Kit. I think he’s gonna pass out” Nathan said chuckling. Eric just grunted as he started to fuck Kit hard. It was a bit weird to be fucking Kit in front of Nathan, Eric thought, but there was no way he would do it behind his back, so this was the only scenario he could imagine having his way with Kit, as he’d often fantasised about. It didn’t take any time for his animal instincts engulf him and he was soon fucking Kit shamelessly. Thrusting into her little hole with pure desperation. Kit had raised her hips up to meet Eric’s thrusts and was on the fast track to her first orgasm. Bryan had moved beside Kit's head and put the head of his cock on her lips. She licked his pre-cum instinctively as Bryan fed more of his cock into her open mouth. She was clearly enjoying the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of her mouth and subsequently down her throat in a more subdued version of what was happening to her cunt. Bryan was trying hard not to blow his load in the first five seconds. Kit’s warm mouth and talented tongue was sucking and pulling at his shaft with unbridled enthusiasm. “Fucking hell, this ain’t gonna last long.” Bryan groaned to no one in particular and Nathan chuckled. “You’ll be lucky to last 5 minutes for your first round.” Shit thought Bryan, Nathan was obviously expecting this to be more than a ‘wham-bam’ event, how much fucking was he prepared to let his wife endure. He was determined to be a gentleman but he wasn't sure how much control he would have over his natural instincts. Bryan was watching Eric give Kit a thorough fucking and he could tell, not just by the way her body was writhing but by the deep moans that were vibrating around his cock. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” Bryan growled, pulling out of Kit’s mouth to finish off on her tits or tummy. “No!” Kit cried, I want your cum, let me swallow you. You too Eric, fill me up baby.” Eric couldn’t believe what Kit had just said about wanting his cum and he’d made eye contact with Nathan who was still playing with Kit’s breasts. Nathan read the question in his eye and simply said “You heard the lady, fill her up mate.” Kit had clearly decided to get into this. Bryan shuddered and groaned as Kit took his dick back into her mouth and resumed her eager sucking. It was as if she was trying to suck his balls dry. After entering her warm sensuous mouth again, the change from the cold air was more than he could endure as his balls clenched and he felt his seed shoot out of his cock with such gusto he felt momentarily weak and had to grip the bedhead to keep his balance. Kit swallowed load after load of his hot delicious cum. It was thick and creamy and she swirled it around in her mouth, running her tongue around Bryan’s shaft, before swallowing. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, shuddering again, Kit smiled wantonly licked her lips and Bryan could see his cum in her mouth, on her tongue and a little bit had dribbled onto her bottom lip that she wasn’t going to waste, licking her lips to gather it all. “Fuuuuck” was all Bryan could manage to say before he flopped down on the bed beside her and kissed her mouth sensuously. Eric couldn’t believe what he’d just seen, Kit had swallowed every last drop of Bryans cum. He’d actually slowed down slightly to let the pair enjoy their mission and also because he was enthralled, watching Kit give such expert head. He was also trying to process what Kit had said about wanting his cum inside her cunt. Once Eric noticed Kit had refocus her attention on him, he grinned and said "hold on baby" putting her legs over his shoulders and fucking her with renewed vigour. Eric experimented with speed and angle and quickly found Kit's hot spot, easily recognised by the sudden clenching of her cunt around his cock and the way she lifted her hips off the bed as she cried "Oooohhh, yes!" Kit was still tied to the bedhead and she was gripping the ties and pulling against them forcefully as she began moaning, “oh yeah, right there baby, right there, right there. Oooooh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop”. Eric was holding back with superhuman strength, he wasn’t about to let Kit down and as she climaxed, her whole body shook and her pussy contracted around his cock as he released his pent up load into her quivering hole. “Oh, fuuuuck yeah” Eric grunted as he made his final few thrusts before falling forward onto his hands over Kit’s prone body and gently pushing his slowly softening cock into her. “Oh man, that was intense” Eric said as he leant down to kiss her and then flopped onto the bed beside her, stroking and squeezing her gorgeous breast. Kit moaned, stretched and rolled onto her side against Nathan's broad chest. He took her face in his hand, as she was still blindfolded and kissed her passionately, he was seriously turned on and couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride that Kit had ‘serviced’ his mates so well that they were both completely spent and still recovering. Kit squeezed her legs together enjoying the aftershocks from the solid fucking she’d just experienced at Eric’s hands but as soon as Nathan kissed her, she felt her passion fire again and she pressed herself against him with obvious intentions. “Shit Kit”, Eric said, “are you ready to go again? Fuck, it’s gonna take me a week to recover from that!” and they all laughed. Nathan gently untied Kit’s arms from her binds and eased her arms down gently as he realised they would probably be a bit stiff. “Hmmm” Kit moaned as she rubbed her hands over Nathan’s chest and then lower down to feel whether or not his cock was hard. “OMG” Kit thought to herself, 'I don’t think I’ve ever felt it as hard as this.' “I think you enjoyed that almost as much as I did” Kit laughed gripping his cock and moving down his body to take him into her mouth. “Ah, ah, ah” Nathan admonished her, and moving away from her mouth. 'What the hell?' Kit thought “Hey!” she said, reaching out for him, the disappointment evident in her voice. Nathan chuckled at her, “Now Kit, you’re the one who was so insistent that our guests not be ignored, you can’t start now!” and with that he picked her up and positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees. She knew full well what was coming, but she was hoping Nathan would be a part of the fun this time, she didn’t mind who else joined in, she was just so hot for Nathan right now. Kit was kneeling in place obediently waiting for the next move. Nathan nodded to Bryan towards Kit’s rear and he leapt up off the bed enthusiastically with a huge grin on his face and practically ran around to take his place behind Kit. His hands ran over her arse, enjoying the sensation of her smooth soft skin that was still showing marks from her earlier spanking and he spread her cheeks apart to look at her twat and her tight little rose bud. Bryan ran his fingers gently along her slit, careful to moisten them before delving any further. He found her little clit and slowly and gently started playing with it. Kit responded by rubbing herself against his fingers eagerly and moaning as he inserted two fingers deeply into her pussy. Kit was getting off on what Bryan was doing to her pussy, but she was excitedly waiting for him to enter her with his cock and was starting to feel frustrated that she wasn’t able to see all these gorgeous bodies that surrounded her. As if reading her mind, Nathan removed her blindfold and she looked up blinking at Nathan and giving him a gorgeous smile. Nathan bent down to kiss her deeply and she took the opportunity to grasp his cock, stroking it gently in her small hand. It looked enormous in comparison! “Do you want some cock baby?” he asked her with a grin, “Yes please.” And with that, Nathan winked at Bryan, who was lined up ready to fuck Kit from behind. Kit gasped as Bryan thrust deep into her pussy, butting up against her cervix and grunting as he pushed himself as far into her as he could go, holding onto her hips and impaling her on his rigid dick. “Oh wow!” was all Kit could say as Bryan had her firmly in his grasp and was obviously not letting her go anywhere other than back and forward on his cock as he sawed in and out of her sexy body. Nathan smoothed Kits hair back from her pretty face and then grabbed a handful at the nape of her neck as he prepared to feed her his cock. Kit opened her mouth readily for him and licked the pre-cum off the tip of his dick. Her mouth was watering, she absolutely loved sucking his cock, especially the pre-cum. As she swallowed his dick as far down her throat as she could manage, Bryan hit her sweet spot as he changed angles slightly and Kit squealed with her mouth full of Nathan’s cock. “Oh fuck yeah, do that again Bryan.” Nathan laughed. Bryan had definitely found her g-spot, he could feel it swollen up and rubbing the underside of the head of his cock as he fucked her. Now he had something to aim for, he was relentless in his pursuit to blow Kit’s mind. “Uuuugggh” was all Kit could groan repeatedly around Nathan’s cock and the vibrations were sensational. Nathan threw his head back as he tried to cope with the feeling coursing through his entire body. “Oh fuck yeah baby, take that cock.” Kit was now bucking her hips as the intensity of Bryan’s fucking was almost overwhelming, but he was holding her tight and ramming her against him when he decided to slap her arse as he’d seen Nathan do earlier. She heard Nathan chuckle, he knew what her reaction would be and he just hoped Bryan was holding tight. Kit squealed and reared up on her legs transferring her weight from her knees to her feet and hands and lifting her arse high in the air as her instinct was to pull away from Bryan, but he kept her firmly speared on his throbbing cock. He was almost ready to blow and thought Kit was only a few thrusts away as well. Bryan made a few more deep plunges against Kit’s spongy little g-spot as Nathan shot his load into Kit’s mouth, she was so overwhelmed by Bryan’s fucking, she hadn’t realised how close Nathan was and he enjoyed taking her by surprise for a change. Cum squirted out of her unsuspecting mouth and down her chin, she opened her mouth in surprise as Nathan squirted another load into the back of her throat and Kit was gasping and swallowing and trying to keep up with Nathan’s ejaculating cock as he aimed it at her beautiful mouth. She was licking her lips and consequently missed another shot, her lips and chin were covered in his cum, and she was reeling from the almost brutal fucking Bryan was giving her. “Oh, oh, oh, oh no, oh no, no, no, no, nnnnnngh” Kit’s back arched dramatically as her entire body shook, jerked and convulsed against Bryan’s body and the thick cock that was stuffed into her up to the hilt and being held there so forcefully. Bryan and Eric had never seen a woman come so completely and as for Bryan, whose cock was buried inside the pulsating, tight little cunt, it was almost verging on being painful as his load squeezed and squirted out of his tightly gripped shaft. Making a few final stabs into her body as the last of his cum was expelled from his dick, Kit was still quivering with each thrust, so he continued to jab the head of his cock against her cervix and each hit made her shudder in ecstasy. She looked drowsily up at Nathan who was collecting his cum off her face with his finger and feeding it to her lapping little mouth, as she sucked his finger sensuously swallowing the last of his cum. Momentarily exhausted, Kit climbed back up the bed next to where Eric had been watching the pummelling Kit took from these two men at each end. “Are you ok sweetie?” Eric asked kindly brushing her hair back from her sweaty forehead. Nathan felt a sudden wave of gratitude towards Eric with his concern for Kit. Kit laid down beside him and snuggled into him and she wrapped her arms around him. She looked up and gave him big but somewhat tired smile “I'm better than ok babe” she said giggling softly, and Eric couldn’t help but steal a kiss from her, not as deep nor as passionate as Nathan had kissed her earlier, but it was gentle, sensual and loving and it made Kit feel shy to accept it in front of Nathan. She glanced at Eric, smiling sweetly and he just winked at her and said “thank you”. Kit obviously had no regrets and now neither did Nathan. These guys were fantastic mates, they could fuck like animals which thrilled Kit, but they still showed care and consideration and Kit was now completely relaxed in this situation, which pleased him immensely. Apart from meeting Nathan and succumbing to his charm, this had to be one of the best days of her life, Kit thought to herself and yet it still wasn’t over, she was soon to realise. Nathan walked around to the other side of the bed and laid next to Kit, she slowly turned after kissing Eric again to snuggle into Nathan's arms and instinctively pressed herself against him. She never ceased to amaze him, she’d just been fucked hard and fast by two of his best mates and yet she still yearned for his cock. God he loved this woman! Kit had her head buried in Nathan’s chest, tucked under his chin and she was rocking her pelvis against his groin in a steady rhythm, rousing his cock back to life. Nathan just looked at Eric and rolled his eyes. Eric shook his head with wide eyes, he couldn’t believe she was still fucking horny. He grabbed his dick as he was still aroused from watching Kit with Nathan and Bryan, who had gone to recuperate on the chase longue against the window. With one arm behind his head and one leg draped over the edge of the lounge, Kit snuck a look at Bryan reclining and thought he looked like some sort of Greek god who’d fallen from the sky, he was so fucking sexy. They all were and she couldn’t believe her good luck. As Nathan’s dick grew harder, he gently eased Kit’s leg over his hips, spreading her cunt lips apart as a mixture of Bryan's and Eric's cum oozed out of her pussy. Kit was grinding her hips against him now and trying to line his cock up with her pussy. Nathan was teasing her a little, moving subtlety each time she had him lined up to sink onto. She was making the cute little mewing noises Nathan loved so much. She attempted to reach behind her and guide his cock in with her hand as this just wasn’t working out for her and she was starting to feel frustrated, she wanted Nathan, but Nathan grabbed her wrist and said “ah, ah, ah, no hands baby.” She just mewed louder and Nathan chuckled quietly in his deep throaty way. The Slap Eric meanwhile was lying on his side watching the two lovers interact as Nathan finally relented and eased his cock into Kitty’s cunt. Nathan lifted his body off the bed and Kit tucked her leg under his waist and hooked her ankles behind his back, stretching her pussy lips even further as Nathan’s impressive cock seemed to only just fit into her and she seemed to be stretched to capacity and . . . it was fucking hot to watch, Eric thought. Nathan’s hands moved down to Kit’s arse and he spread her cheeks apart and started slowly fingering her arse. Kit responded by groaning and grinding against his cock and fingers alternately rocking her hips against him. “Oh, fuck me” Eric moaned pitifully and Nathan chuckled. He was well aware of the view he was giving Eric and he could see Bryan watching intently as well. “Wish I had a fricking camera” Eric laughed. “Hey Bryan, top shelf of the walk in robe you’ll find a handy-cam, wanna do the honours?” Bryan sprung up off the lounge in an instant. “Nathan!” Kit hissed “Babe, it’ll just be for us, no one else will see it, I promise.” And with those potent words Kit again gave him her full trust. As Bryan was getting the camera sorted, Nathan had indicated to Eric to line his cock up with Kit’s arse. Eric’s heart was racing as he realised what Nathan intended him to do to Kit. Could she take it? She already seemed stretched to capacity! Eric moistened the head of this cock which was already pretty well lubed from all the pre-cum he was leaking. He ran the head of his cock around her arse and then gently pressed against her sexy little hole. Kit merely whispered “oh my . . . “ as she pressed against Eric’s thick rod. Kit could sense Bryan standing at the foot of the bed and there was no doubt in her mind where the camera was focused. She took a deep breath, relaxed her muscles as she exhaled and sure enough the head of Eric’s cock popped into her arse. The two men stilled as they gave Kit time to adjust to the new ‘intrusion’. It was an incredible feeling for Kit, to be so completely stuffed with cock. Eric gripped her hips and gently pushed his cock further and further into her arse and he could feel her reaction as he slowly fucked her arse with the entire length of his cock. Gradually Nathan and Eric built to a steady rhythm between them and Kit was purring in the middle of these two hunks of men in blissful ecstasy as mini-orgasms pulsed through her body and ricocheted against each of the cocks inside her. Nathan decided a change of position was in order as he wanted to penetrate Kit even more deeply. “Give us a sec while I flip Kit on top.” Nathan said to Eric. Eric withdrew gently from Kit’s arse and he could see the gaping void he’d left behind, but it still didn’t look big enough to take his cock, or any cock for that matter. Nathan kept Kit skewered on his dick as he rolled onto his back then sat up and walked to the end of the bed where he sat down again and pulled Kit tightly onto his cock as he laid back on the bed, grunting as he butted the head of his cock deep inside her pussy and they took a moment to fuck sensually, Kit obviously getting off on the sensation of Nathan's cock, the one she loved best. After a few moments, Nathan gestured for Eric to stand behind Kit where he could fuck her arse from a standing position with much more control, but also, much more penetration. As Eric lined his dick up, he felt like he was in a porn movie with Bryan by his side filming every move. He again gently pressed against Kit’s arse and sank back deep into her arse, much more easily this time however, and now she had much more of Nathan’s massive cock inside her too, the sensation was overwhelming. Kit gave a deep guttural groan into Nathan’s neck as her entire body shuddered and he hugged her tight as Eric gripped her hips and arse and started fucking her earnestly. “Oh fuck yes!” was all Kit could repeat as she was thoroughly hammered by these giants. She felt so wanton and lustful. She pushed herself onto her hands and kissed Nathan passionately and started biting his neck and ear lobes. “Mate, I think Kit needs something to do with her mouth, come and film from up here.” He said to Bryan. “Not if she’s being all bitey mate.” Bryan said and Kit giggled into Nathan’s neck. Bryan walked to the edge of the bed and put one leg up on it as Kit grabbed greedily at his cock and almost inhaled it. Nathan had full reign over her tits now and playfully squeezed them and pinched her nipples and slapped them playfully. This reminded Eric how much Kit enjoyed a spanking, so he slapped her arse as she groaned and mewed around Bryan’s thick dick. Nathan could see the saliva collecting over her lips and her nostrils flaring as she attempted to take as much of him in her mouth as she could. Bryan held her head in place as she cried out around his cock from the slap Eric had given her. Nathan groaned as he felt her cunt clench around his cock. Each of their movements were in perfect synchronicity, each affecting the other. Kit was almost growling around Bryan's engorged cock as Eric spanked her again. She was bucking her hips again, but Eric was shoving her down onto Nathan's cock again as her cunt pulsed and he pumped into her arse. Bryan and Eric came almost at the same time. Kit could feel Eric's cock shooting his load deep into her arse as the warm liquid filled her and his throbbing cock hardened and swelled even more at his last thrusts into her arse. Bryan was also spraying his cum into Kit's welcoming mouth as she gulped his load down, gasping as he shuddered the last trickle onto her waiting tongue and she stared into his eyes, lovingly sucking his now very sensitive cock. Finally, she had Nathan all to herself and he had her in turn. She was hot, sweaty and full of cum but had never felt so lustful. She wanted to show Eric and Bryan exactly what Nathan and she had between them. She sat up and straddled his gorgeous body with his cock deep inside her cunt. Placing her hands on his chest and taking her weight on them, she slowly and sensuously fucked his cock, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles and making Nathan groan. As she took his full length into her, she took a deep breath. It always took her a moment to adjust to having him completely inside her when she sat on him. Then she began to rock her hips over his groin, rubbing her clit against him. Nathan grabbed her hips and lifted her partially of his cock before thumping her down onto his thick rod again and again and again. It drove Kit wild to be forced and manhandled. Nathan was just enjoying himself, using Kit's body to pleasure himself for a moment before switching to the important task of making her cum like the mischievous sexy little minx she really was. One moment Kit was upright on his cock, the next thing she knew she Nathan had flipped her onto her back and he was leaning over her and kissing her passionately before commencing to fuck her seriously. He lifted her legs up over her head, then spread them apart completely and Kit was doing the splits under his body. She was still incredibly flexible from the dancing days and Bryan and Eric's minds were racing imagining all the positions they could fuck her in. It wasn't long before she felt pressure building in her abdomen. Nathan had been ramming against her g-spot and pressing against her tummy to increase the friction. It had been ages since she'd been so fucking horny that she'd squirted but she suddenly realised that was about to happen. Oh Eric, please get me a towel babe. He was back before she even knew he'd left and Nathan lifted her arse off the bed and Eric and Bryan placed two towels under her. She felt foolish momentarily, to be worried about bedding and carpets but once the towels was there she surrendered herself to the overwhelming feelings Nathan was provoking. "ooooh, oooh, ooh, OH!" she cried as her pussy squirted and Nathan withdrew, only to instantly plunge into her again. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, oh please." she breathed as another wave swept over her and another gush of liquid seeped out of her cunt. Nathan slapped his cock against her swollen saturated pussy lips before pushing deep into her once more. Her whole body was shaking and writhing now and she was trying to back away from Nathan as the pleasure was almost too intense. One final stab into her cunt sent her plummeting over the edge of ecstasy. She'd been gripping Nathan's wrists desperately as he held her hips, but how she flung her arms out beside her and grabbed the bed covers beneath her, writhing and thrusting up against his cock like a woman possessed. Shuddering and struggling within her own body she came one final time, emitting an almost siren like scream as her cunt pulsated and Nathan emptied his load into her cunt and then all over her pussy as he coated her in his cum. Kit grabbed her pussy as if to save it, but the sensation was too much for her pleasure drenched body and she jerked against her own hand as cum squeezed between her fingers and she flicked her clit. Eric and Bryan both squeezed her tits hard and pinched her nipples. Her entire body was a complete writhing, shuddering mess and Kit had curled up against Eric again, her face buried in his tummy and he held her head gently against him as her tremors slowly subsided. Nathan was breathing just as deeply as Kit as he hung his head down and his hair hung in his sweaty face leaning on the bed. "Fuck me Kit" said Nathan as he sunk to his knees. Kit just giggled and said, "you're gonna have to give me a minute babe" pretending to take his comment seriously. "Oh, shit!, you're too much Kit" Bryan laughed as he headed for the shower. Nathan climbed up the bed, grabbing Kit on the way and placed her gently between Eric and himself as they gently stroked and caressed her beautiful body and she drifted off into a very satisfying sleep. Nathan and Eric whispered over her slumbering body. "Man, you have no idea how lucky you are" Eric said to Nathan, "Mate, I reckon I do. I'd kill for this woman, she means everything to me, but I'm glad you appreciate her." Eric looked at his mate and said, with feeling "I understand, I'd kill for her too. Today was awesome though, I hope she enjoyed it as much as she seemed to, I'd hate for things to get weird between us." Well, that's why I was thinking, maybe a spa later when she wakes up, keep the vibe going and then a meal together and maybe you guys could even stay the night. It doesn't have to be like it was just now, she loves a gentle slow fuck during the night or early in the morning." Eric just laughed and said "No wonder you're so fucking fit Nath!" and they just grinned at each other. Later that evening, they were all naked in the spa together and teasing and joking with each other. Bryan and Eric had suddenly become slightly protective of Kit though, taking her side against Nathan's ribbing where previously they had remained neutral and just enjoyed the banter. Eric and Bryan were giving Nathan a hard time when he was pretending to suggest he was just a poor victim in this crazy relationship and trying to provoke their sympathy. "Oh! Poor Nathan" she said, floating over to him and kissing him passionately. "Hey" Eric laughed and reaching over to grab her sexy little body and drag her back between Bryan and himself, keeping his hands on her as she settled between them "he doesn't deserve your kisses, we do!" he said leaning down to kiss her passionately, followed by Bryan. Kit just giggled and pushed them away and Eric winked at Nathan to indicate he was just playing, even though his cock was hard again. “You know”, Nathan tells them, “this is how out of control she is. The other day, I got back from a media job and came out the back here, where she was watering the garden to, say hi. Anyway, she’s pretends she can’t hear me so I walk down to the grass there to give her a kiss, and she turns the fucking hose on me, full pelt. I’m in my fucking suit and she’s spraying my face and everything while it’s on high stream!!” “Fuck me!” Nathan laughs and shakes his head. “You know, she got me for about 5 seconds before I backed up closer to her and then she flicked the switch and took off down the yard screaming, just like earlier today. Man, I shot after her, yelling at her to get back here ‘Crazy Woman’. She was laughing so much she could hardly run, could you Kit." Kit was giggling and biting her finger nails as she remembered the incident and grinned up at Eric who was tweaking her nipples and Bryan had taken her hand and put it around his cock. Nathan continued "Just as I got close to catching her I fucking slipped over on the wet grass. Jesus! but I managed to ankle tap he and she went sprawling too. Fuck it was funny, but I panicked and scrambled over to where she was cause I thought she was gonna get away again and god knows what would happen next, so I just flopped down on top of her and pinned her arms over her head. ‘Man I said, are you gonna cop it now, this is a brand new suit, cost me almost a grand, you’d better hope it’s not ruined’ and then you know what she does, she starts pushing and grinding against me saying ‘oh, I hope it’s not ruined either, you look so sexy in it’” Nathan says in a falsetto voice, mocking Kit. I’m tellin ya, the second she flicks the switch over to ‘sexy-minx’ I’m fucking gone. There I am, lying on top of her, soaking wet in my suit on the grass in the back-yard and I’ve got a massive hard on, and she knows it – grinding her pussy against me. Don't deny it, you know you fucking have me on a string" he says, pointing a finger at her and smirking. Kit just bit her lip, smiling cheekily. "I tell her, 'you’d better be careful babe, or your gonna get yourself fucked out here on the lawn' and she just giggles and pushes against me again! I tell her, I mean it, 'right her right now' I say, and she says I wouldn’t dare! So that did it for me, I unzipped my fly, pulled my cock out, yanked her undies aside and fucked her. Goddammit, you were so fucking hot and so wet, weren't you Kit? I was determined not to wait for her this time, I just fucked her, so hard she couldn’t speak, she just grunted every time I slammed into her, and she still fucking came before me. And, no kidding, when I came, it felt like the hose she’d just sprayed on me, it was full fucken blast. God, I just collapsed on top of her after that and then she starts giggling again and tells me 'I can’t breathe' in a croaky voice. I just say 'good' laughing at her. I tucked myself away, picked her up and we cleaned up in the shower." "Well, you actually made me a little messier before we cleaned up, but basically, yeah, that's a fair recount." Kit grinned at him. "I tell you, every time I see her coming, my dick twitches and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s so fucking sexy or it just gets scared", he laughed. "Get over here" he commands and she dives over to him, pushing water into his face before straddling him and kissing him deeply. "I'd love a glass of champagne and before she knows it Eric and Bryan are both offering her a glass. Kit laughs openly at this, throwing her head back as Nathan holds her against him and sucking the breasts that seem to be just begging to be played with. "oooh, that's nice." Kit says, staring at Nathans gorgeous brown eyes and taking the glass of champagne from both Eric and Bryan. She laughs and just says "Wow, it didn't take you long to figure out that I like more than one at a time." smiling at them and giggling at the double entendre. 'Oh, man, the three guys all thought to themselves, it's gonna be a fantastic night!' as Kit takes a big sip from each glass, winking seductively at Eric and licking her lips lasciviously at Bryan as Nathan continues to play and suck her tits, his cock swelling and pressing against her tummy. 'Here we go again' Kit thinks to herself. "Oh yeah!" The Slap I've never been much of a rebel. A responsible adult from approximately 11 years of age, I never thought much about rules, because doing the right thing was just, well, what I did. Wolf's and my relationship has been that of Dominant and submissive right from the start, but we've always been pretty easy going about it, and the only rule he had ever enforced was one that was very important to him. I am never to criticize myself. I am his, and speaking badly of myself insults not just me, but his judgment for choosing me. All relationships evolve, however, and ours is no different. Wolf knows me better than anyone ever has, and in fact, sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. We'd been talking about structure, and he'd decided that our upcoming road trip was the perfect chance to change things up a bit. He thought I needed more discipline and order, and the way my heart raced every time I thought of the new arrangement seemed to indicate that he was right. There were only four simple rules, and he made me write them out clearly for him. • No getting on the furniture without his express permission, even in public. • I was not allowed to move more than a few paces away from him without asking. • No going potty without permission, even it meant waking him in the middle of the night. • Absolutely no touching him intimately without asking first. We'd had to modify this last rule almost immediately, as he began by saying I couldn't touch him at all without permission. The easy intimacy of skin on skin is as important to him as it is to me, though, and he didn't want to create a barrier to that closeness. My least favorite rule was amended before we even left home, much to my relief. The consequences for breaking a rule were simple. At a word from him, I would present myself, kneel, pull back my hair and close my eyes. He would slap my face; not hard enough to injure me, but enough to get my attention. I know a lot of women are turned on by being slapped, but I've never been one of them. It's jarring and a little frightening, and I was horrified to think that he might do it to me in public. When I tried to get him to promise he wouldn't, his answer was simple. "That's entirely up to you, Pet. If you follow the rules, I won't have to." Difficult to argue with that kind of logic, although I've been known to try it. The more I thought about the rules, though, the more I realized that he was right, and I wanted that order in our lives. He made me memorize them, and think about them often, so that by the time we left for our trip, they'd be second nature. Both of us had taken vacation time, so there weren't many distractions, and I knew that on the few occasions we were in public, I would be extra conscious of being on my best behavior. Our need for each other that first morning had been so intense that we'd barely made it an hour down the road before we'd had to find a deserted road and release that pressure. He'd come around to my side of the truck, pulled me out into the snow, and bent me over the seat. His pocket knife had dispensed with my panties easily, and he took me roughly, with no build-up whatsoever. We'd both been ready for days. We climaxed together in an embarrassingly short time, and then laughed at ourselves for behaving like teenagers. Before we got back on the road, Wolf, never missing a good opportunity to scout for toys, cut a couple of nice willow branches from alongside the road. One for us, and one to share. We try not to make too many rigid plans for the special occasions when we are able to get away together, preferring spontaneity and relaxation to schedules and sharing each other with the outside world. On this trip, though, we had plans for the very first night, and I had a hurdle to clear. We were meeting friends for dinner, since our route to Florida took us within a few miles of their house. They were also in a D/s relationship, and we all got along well enough, but I was painfully aware that this would be the first test of my ability to follow the new rules. The fact that she was 15 years my junior, with a very nice body, didn't much help my mood. Their directions weren't the best, traffic was bad, and by the time we reached the restaurant a half hour late, I just wanted it to be over with. Since it was their town, they had picked the restaurant. It was packed, and noisy; almost impossible to hear each other across the table. That calmed my nerves a little, as it became quickly obvious that it was difficult enough for Wolf to hear me, let alone our friends. I followed the rules impeccably, waiting for permission to sit at the table, and asking to be allowed to visit the ladies' room. The second time I came back to the table, shortly before we left, he left me standing by my chair for what seemed like forever. To this day, I'm not sure whether he was just caught up in conversation, or wanted me to have extra time to reflect on the rights that I had happily surrendered. Dinner was fairly short, as we wanted to get further down the road before we stopped. We bid them a fond farewell in the parking lot, with Wolf giving them the extra switch he'd cut, and all four of us laughing about the good use they'd be put to. It was cold out, so we didn't linger long, promising to write and jumping back into our vehicles. I breathed a sigh of relief to be alone with him again, but his voice was quite patient as he asked the question. "Forget something, Pet?" I hung my head miserably for a moment, then raised it and pulled my hair back. I had indeed climbed into the truck without asking. He slapped my face briskly, then held it with both hands, and kissed me gently. "I was very proud of you tonight, and you only forgot to ask permission this once. That's my good girl." I basked in his praise even as I rubbed my cheek. I had survived my first slap, and it wasn't any big deal. In the back of my mind, though, I knew that it wouldn't feel the same in public. It had been a long day, and we didn't stop for the night until a couple of hours later. I had assumed that we'd just collapse in bed, but the fresh cut switch was a siren call to us both. When I emerged from the shower, all it took was one look at his face and I knew my fate, even before I noticed the switch in his hand. "Bend over the bed, Pet." I know the look and the tone, but it's so hard to resist gazing into his eyes for just a moment. My heart starts to pound and my breathing gets ragged every single time, even though this is by now familiar and beloved ground for us. Almost in slow motion, I crossed the room, never breaking eye contact, and stood before him. Unable to suppress a small shiver at the calm implacability I saw, I turned and bent over the bed as instructed. Waiting is always the hardest part, and Wolf knows it all too well. He trailed the switch along the length of my body lazily, happy to watch me squirm and wonder when the first lash would come. When it did, the pain took my breath away. The thinnest canes are the worst. He was relentless, though, and the switch struck my bottom and thighs more times than I could count. Completely unable to hold still, I writhed about, torn between the need to get away and the need for the release that the pain brings. He finally discarded the switch, grabbed my striped, throbbing cheeks, and pushed inside me roughly, the gush of juices created by the spanking aiding his entry. I arched my back to meet him, now desperate for climax. "Slow down, my Pet" he whispered in my ear. "We've got all night, and you can't cum until I allow it, anyway." Long, slow, deep strokes nearly drove me insane, but finally, knowing his own orgasm was imminent, Wolf gave me permission. My whole body shook from the desire that had been building all day, and he filled me with his seed before collapsing on top of me. Sleep came quickly for him, but it eluded me, in spite of the incredibly long day. Instead, I lay reflecting on the difference between spanking and slapping. How could I love one so much, and find the other so jarring and uncomfortable? The two actions are really basically the same; skin striking skin. Spanking has always been a sexual trigger for me, though, and immediately makes me wet and ready. Slapping just seemed like an indignity. There are few things that so instantly remind me of my place in the middle of a vanilla moment, but I just couldn't shake the fear of having people stare and whisper. For the most part, I was a very good girl during the trip, with the specter of the slap always lurking. There were a few bumps in the road, of course, but I love the reminders that I've surrendered the right to choose. My few transgressions were mostly in private, and if our surroundings were too public and vanilla, he would either pinch me hard, or take my face roughly in his hands, forcing eye contact, and putting me abruptly back in my place. Grocery shopping was a pretty notable exception. I had been well behaved inside the store, but got distracted by a blog post while Wolf stowed the bags inside the motorcycle's storage compartments. He was donning his gear and almost ready to go, but I was a million miles away, and thinking only about the post I was writing, staring at my phone. "I'm just about ready to go, Pet" he announced impatiently. "And that affects me how?" For those of you new to D/s, I'll give you some advice. Blurting out the first smart-ass remark that comes into your head, while not paying attention to your Dom, is ill advised. Wolf grabbed me by the neck, bent me over the bike seat, and paddled my ass hard. The parking lot was full, any number of people saw him putting me back on the path, and my cheeks burned with shame. I would be less than truthful, though, if I didn't admit that my panties were markedly damp when he allowed me to climb onto the seat behind him. All too soon the last few days of our trip arrived, and it was time for the rope workshop we'd scheduled. It was being held at a dungeon we'd frequented before, and we both felt very comfortable there. The first time we'd visited I'd been petrified - sure that mine was the only imperfect body, and that I'd be so self conscious I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself. Wolf had assured me that wouldn't be the case, and as usual, he was annoyingly right. The lights were dim, the music loud, and everyone was mostly involved in their own scene, unashamedly baring their ordinary bodies. When Wolf held out his hand to lead me to the overhead shibari supports, I took it and never thought twice. The club's home was warehouse space, with 20 ft ceilings, and two separate play rooms. There was a seating area for conversation and after care, and then distinct play areas around the huge interior of both rooms. There was a kickoff party the first night, with a packed house, attended by the presenters and students alike. It was the most people I'd ever seen there, and it was a little intimidating. I would have been quite content just to watch other people's scenes, but it wasn't long before Wolf dragged a spanking bench over to our corner of the room, and gestured for me to climb on. I protested weakly at his placement of the bench, which had my bottom facing the room, but an objection is not a safe word, and he paid me little attention. My complaint was a little louder when he pulled down my panties, but by this time he'd tied me to the bench, and I knew that I was wasting my breath. The final outrage came when he pulled off one of my sandals to use as a paddle. I felt exactly like a naughty schoolgirl, but he spanked my bottom so hard that I could barely walk afterwards, and I didn't give another thought to the other people in the room. Even though the whipping had already brought me to orgasm, the only thing on my mind was getting him back to the hotel so that he could fuck me senseless. The first day of classes was different. As different as night and day, to be exact. The cavernous industrial space was brightly lit, and I was free to look around the room, albeit surreptitiously, at all of our classmates. Lust is a great deal like rose-colored glasses, but today it was hard to deny what I'd probably noticed the night before. While there still plenty of imperfect bodies, every single woman there was at least 20 years younger than me. Most of them peeled easily out of their shirts and bras, and I had to fight the urge to grab my things and run. I am Wolf's property, but also his lover and friend. He sensed my terror, and allowed me to remain dressed for the first few classes. I'd worn a black tank top, though, and most of our rope was black as well, making it difficult for him to see the knots. He finally tired of the effort, and announced that it was time for me to take off my shirt. I whimpered softly, and begged him to reconsider, but his only reply was to gently pull my top over my head and unhook my bra. A half hour before, we'd been laughing and joking with the young couple next to us. We women were tied in an elaborate configuration of knots called the rice bale, which culminated in a complete lack of control. Wolf pushed me around on the floor like a rolled up rug, and I sputtered obscenities and threats which the husband smilingly pointed out that I was quite incapable of. Once my shirt and bra came off, though, that camaraderie was lost for me. Most men would tell you that there is only one kind of naked, but women know better. My clothing had been a defensive layer, and now I felt like a turtle without its shell. I made it through the rest of the class somehow, trying desperately to concentrate on the ropes, on Wolf's face, or the number of tiles in the ceiling. Anything but looking around the room at the younger women, wondering how many of them were looking back at me, trying to figure out why a woman my age was there in the first place. When the class finally ended, I asked for and received permission to put my shirt and bra back on, although Wolf's face was sad when he granted it. He pulled me closer and gestured discretely towards a woman across the room from us. "I think your breasts are easily as nice as hers, Pet." "Yes, Sir, but you love me. And you have low standards." Wolf threw back his head and laughed long and hard, and I smiled with him. The slap across my cheek came completely out of the blue, and was followed by another, just as hard, on the other cheek. I had been sitting on a low bench beside him, but I fell to my knees instantly, reaching for him, burying my face in his chest. He held me in his arms, rocking me, and kissed the top of my head. Conversations around us resumed as the couples beside us went back to packing their ropes - nothing to see here - and we were alone in that crowded room as he held me against his body, and finally lifted me from my knees for a kiss before handing me a length of rope to wrap and pack. "Why, Sir? Why twice?" I whimpered, my voice barely audible. "Because, Pet, you broke our oldest rule. You are my prized possession, and I will not let you criticize my property. Your soul is beautiful, and your body just a vessel for it. Skin is just a way for souls to kiss and know love." It wasn't until a few days later that I realized that I had not questioned his right to slap me, and that I never gave one single thought to the roomful of people that had witnessed it. My only question was what I had done to deserve it. I had been so afraid of being slapped in public. How could I have forgotten that the intensity of the emotions we share makes the rest of the world fade away? The Slave Master and I had been talking lately, about where we saw ourselves going one day. I said I saw myself becoming a slave one day, but not at this time. I did not feel I was ready for it yet, as I still had a lot of insecurities to deal with, and felt they should be addressed before I attempted to give myself over to slavery. To me slavery was a big commitment. To be a slave, is to give over all control. A slave can not say no I have a headache, or I do not feel well. It is yes Master, as you wish Master. So I was leery of going there, but still my heart cried out for it. I had the right Master for it, I knew I could trust him to take care of me, and not to abuse my status as slave. I was not going to turn over all my worldly possessions, or my bank accounts. Both of us felt that was plain foolishness, and put a slave in a bad place. I still wanted to maintain my individuality as a person. Master was home today as it was Sun. We treasured our time together, and I was always so happy just to lay with him on the bed or sit beside him on the sofa. We had been talking earlier, about our relationship, and he wanted to take it a step further. He asked me if I trusted him. Yes I replied I trust you. "Ok from now on you will not sit on the furniture without my permission. You must sit at my feet. At the table you will not be seated unless I give consent to, you will sit at my feet to eat, and you will eat when I say you can eat. I will always be served first, and then the guests, unless I give orders otherwise. You will wait till I tell you it is ok for you to eat. When we go out I will order for you." I was taken aback by this, I had not expected such complete control taken away from me, although we had talked about it, I had had no idea how I would react to it. I was scared, did I really trust him like I said I did? Well I guess I was going to find out. Did this include the bedroom? "No" he said, "if you are tired you may go and sleep". Whew, that made me happy as often I got home before him and took a little nap, as I was so tired from work. He looked at me, then at where I was sitting. I quickly slipped off the sofa, and down to the floor. "Get me a drink little one". I quickly got up, and took 3 steps back facing him, turned and went to get him his orange juice that he loved in the morning. We had already established certain rituals, as to how I was to serve him. I filled his glass, and brought it to him. I knelt before him with the glass held in my hand on my palm, supported with my other hand in the middle, so as not to tip it, or to get the rim dirty with my fingers. With my eyes lowered before him, I lifted the glass to him and waited for him to take it from me. I waited a while, I was puzzled as to why he did not take the glass yet. I glanced at him peeking up from lowered face. He was sitting there, his hand in the air, and my glass way to far from him. I was too far away from him, and he was not going to reach over and take the glass. The reaching was obviously was going to be my job. I scooched a bit closer and rose up higher to present the glass to him, leaning towards him so the glass fit into his hand. "Thank you little one, next time pay more attention." Yes Master I replied. Ok the anti has really been upped now I figured to myself. Things really were going to change around here, I wondered my reaction to it all. Kneel in front of me little one on all fours. I quickly obeyed him, puzzled as to what he wanted. "Turn sideways", again I was quick to listen to him. I felt the heavy weight of his feet placed on me. I was to be furniture for him now. I was mortified, how dare he treat me like furniture, like I was some inanimate object for him to use as he pleased, propping his feet up on me.. I felt him place his glass on me then. I would not move if I were you was all he said. I was a mass of feelings inside. anger, confusion as to how I should feel about this, wanting to please him, feeling embarrassed about this all. Is this how it was going to be all the time now? I did not say anything, but rather told myself that he would do nothing to harm me, so trust him and let myself go and enjoy this. I relaxed, in my new roll. I realized very shortly that one of the things I was feeling was excitement. I was getting off on this actually. It was not sexually exciting for me, but rather, it was mentally exciting to me. I was sinking into a deep state of submission. In a bit I realized I was loving this, I did not want it to stop. I wanted it to continue, I wanted it to go further. I had had no idea how I was going to react to this, but I loved how I was feeling. He took his feet off me after awhile, and I was so disappointed, it was ending way to fast. Grabbing my hair he hauled me up from the floor and dragged me over to the bedroom. I was shocked at his rough treatment of me. He tossed me on the bed, and told me to spread them. I was very eager to comply. I was in a deep state of submission at this time, and not a little excited by what he was doing to me. He had never done this to me before, and I was very excited and wet, actually soaked, a fact which was very obvious to him at this time. He buried his face in my soaking wet pussy, nipping biting, licking. Driving his tongue deep inside me . I was going crazy, moaning and writhing on the bed. I took my legs and wrapped them around his head, trying to drive his face closer , and deeper in me. He grabbed them and held them down, don't move was all he said. OMG how could I not move. It was impossible, I couldn't stop. Gripping the blankets I held on for dear life, my moans flooded my ears as I heard myself begging for more, deeper. It was not long when felt my self on the verge of cumming for him. He suddenly stopped, NOOOOOOOOO I wanted him to finish. "Get up" was all he said. I got up, a complete wreck. I was soaked, disheveled, a mess inside and out. I was on the verge of tears. I don't ever remember feeling this completely taken or used. I was going crazy with desire for him. I was confused, and disoriented, like my mind was in a fog. I LOVED IT. " I own you," he said, "every part of you belongs to me." You will not touch yourself anymore with out my permission. You will cum for me only. If I choose to not let you cum, that is my choice, not yours. You will not go and finish yourself off afterwards as I have allowed in the past. You are MINE, to do with as I please" I was trying to take it all in, such complete possession was what I had always desired, but never dreamed possible. I loved him with all my heart. I willingly surrendered all to him at that moment. I am YOURS Master. My body is yours to do with as you please. He took me and pushed me back on the bed. He positioned me at his cock, and said " SUCK, like you mean it" I grabbed his cock by the root and took it in my mouth wrapping my tongue around it, and sucking deep and hard on it. Scraping my teeth gently on it as I moved up and down on his shaft. I could hear him moaning and loving it. I was so happy I could please him, and concentrated on driving him out of his mind. We spent the day in that bed, doing this and doing that. I would never had guessed how being a slave could enhance ones love, and desire to please. Or how it could put one into a such a mind set as I was that day. We had many days after that. From that day onward I was happy to sit at his feet, and to serve him as slave or furniture, or slut. It mattered not. All I wanted was to please him, and make him proud of me, and if he was proud that I was furniture, then I was the best piece of furniture a slave could be. I did all to please him from that day forward. The Slave The Slave - A First Time Story The following is a fictional account loosely based on the true occurrence of my first experience with gay sex. I have greatly embellished the events and circumstances for my own entertainment and hopefully yours. The slave auction was organized on campus by a fraternity and its affiliated sorority ostensibly as a fundraiser for the children’s hospital in the neighboring city. Only male students were up for auction to the highest female bidders. The highest bidders would be awarded the “rights” to full cooperation from the purchased male for whatever suited her fancy for one evening within the next 2 weeks. That I was invited to place myself up for auction surprised me, as most of the candidates were the obvious frat brothers and campus jocks. I am short, only 5’6” barefoot. I do have a good build broad shoulders and slim hips, being an exercise freak who was known to workout at the campus gym regularly. I had been invited to pledge a couple of fraternities, but I regarded myself a serious student and feared that the fraternity lifestyle might distract me from my academic pursuits. The co-ed whom I was dating at the time was on scholarship and had no available cash for auction bids but encouraged me to participate anyway. The event itself was flirtatiously raucous, the air filled with obvious sexual tension. Many of the guys as the auctioneers were presenting them sported ill-concealed erections encouraged by the high-pitched squeals and screams of the mostly female audience. It seemed the more conspicuous the bulge and the lengthier the protrusion tented by the flimsy material of the gym or bike shorts, the longer the available student was exhibited on the stage and the higher the resulting bids. The captain of the basketball team was auctioned off to the president of the sponsoring sorority for $600. I was one of the last slaves to be auctioned. I did not muster any swell presumably from nervousness. It seemed as though it was hours before the first bid was declared despite the earnest entreaties by the auctioneer who commanded me to strike the silliest poses. The fact that the winning bid placed for me was only $35 was only the first humiliation. Everyone looked to the back of the crowd as the auctioneer announced the winner. I was bought by a severe looking overweight teaching fellow who was reputed to be a masculine dyke. As instructed, I met with my buyer at the registration table. As I approached her I was accompanied by amused giggles from the girls and derisive catcalls from the guys. “Relax Shorty“, she scornfully intoned. “I am acting as a purveyor for someone else. Oh, and don’t worry I agreed to keep this a secret with HIM.” I thought I had misheard. “You mean, her?” “You heard me right the first time, half pint” she growled with a smirk. I was thunderstruck. I briefly debated withdrawing from the whole thing. I decided to give the matter more consideration in the intervening week as I did not have to report for “duty” until the following Friday, no later than 9:00 PM. Whenever I focused on this strange future encounter I could not help myself be overwhelmed by a sense of curiosity and feel my dick stir and swell. Ambiguously, I would be disgusted with this response for I had repressed any attraction to others of my own sex. As the hour of my appointment approached, I rebelliously donned a sweatshirt, worn baggy jeans, and a pair of worn out athletic shoes: hardly the attire I would have worn on a proper date. I had decided that I would accede to the wishes of my obligatory partner but show myself as uninterested. The address was on the outskirts of town. The residence turned out to be a sprawling bungalow that had probably been a frat house. Upon climbing well-lit porch stairs, I did not have to knock as the “valkyre” was waiting for me at the door with her ugly smirk. She led me inside. To the left was a small parlor partitioned with a stairway. To the right, was a wall partly covered with a bookcase lined with works of various academic disciplines. Beyond this was a closed door. Straight ahead, the hallway led to another closed door. She led me down the hallway and opened the door to what appeared to be a small butler’s pantry. It was faintly lit with bare tables and chairs, counters, and cupboards. There was another door on the right and one at the other end. “Now listen carefully,” she spoke with some annoyance. “I am about to give you the instructions of your slave agreement. When I leave, you are to immediately take off ALL your clothes. Having done so, you will knock on this door.” She motioned to the door that was on our right as we entered. “Your slave owner is waiting in the next room. When he responds, open the door and enter the room. From then on, do everything he asks of you and without reservation.” Again, that reptilian smile spread over her face. “You know you could back out of this arrangement right now. But if you do not do EVERYTHING that is demanded of you, I will report you immediately to the Greek Council and your days left on this campus will be a living hell thanks to asshole jocks and sorority bitches who won’t forget.” The sadistic witch turned to leave out the door we had entered. She paused and turned as she opened the door. “And don’t forget, when you enter that room, you are to be completely naked.” As she closed the door, she cackled “have fun”. I fumed and thought about the tortures that I would inflict on her if only we could meet alone, again. Quickly, I recovered my senses and wondered how I could have found myself in such a bizarre situation as I peeled off my clothing. Again, I was caught up in my ambiguous feelings of revulsion coupled with physical excitement as I contemplated what fate might befall me. When I was stripped down to my boxers, I was horrified to acknowledge my raging boner. I thought I was contributing to a charity function only to find myself embarrassed, humiliated, and possibly sexually blackmailed. It seemed my response to all this misfortune could not have been more inappropriate. My loins were on fire and my cock and balls ached with sexual energy. “By God,” I thought. I can not let this pervert see me in such a state. I desperately tried to think of something dull to assuage my excitement. I tried to think of the problems in my calculus assignment. Whatever came to mind, thoughts about the immediate future would resurface and I couldn’t contain my arousal. To the contrary, by now my shorts were off and I was shocked to see that I was copiously leaking pre-cum from the end of my 6 1/2” uncut cock. My dickhead was a wet swollen red knob with the foreskin almost completely stretched back. I was frantic, getting cold, and wondering how I could change my physical state. Suddenly I heard the she-wolf bark from the other side of the door, “get on with it buster or I will strip you myself and drag you into his room by your blonde hairs.” That scared me to knock on the assigned door immediately. Better to take my chances with this slave driver then to be thrust upon by such an apparition in my state of distress. From behind the appointed portal, a gruff, slightly gravelly low pitch voice yelled, “come in.” I tentatively, opened the door just enough to look in and yet still conceal my nudity. The room was nearly dark as drawn curtains or blinds must have screened out whatever street light would filter in the room. Only 2 or 3 candles were lit on the floor and low end tables, rendering most of the room pitch black. The candles were lit on my end of the room, and 2 more on regular height tables at the very back. I detected a silhouette seated at the far end of the room, but in front of the back candles. It was obvious that he was supposed to see me well and I was to have sight of him only slightly. The seated figure seemed tall, I estimated at least 6 ’, and the low candle light was bright enough to reveal 2 large rugged looking feet on the floor, adorned only with dark colored flip flops. The light was bright enough still to see the ends of legs with thick mats of hair. In the hindsight of my subsequent physical experience with men, I can now say that I was encountering a major stud. “I shouldn’t have to repeat myself!”. The low voice sounded almost threatening. I scooted in the room, flushed and shivering slightly, quickly but gently closing the door behind me. Louder, this voice with dominating authority quipped, “I did not instruct you to close the door. But now that it is closed, leave it so. . . . . Let me look at you” My heart was pounding. I turned to him frightened out of my wits, stark naked and conspicuously aroused. I almost stuttered as I feebly mumbled, “uhh, I guess because of the strangeness of all this, I’ve gotten hard.“ The silhouetted figure did not seem phased by this remark in the least. Very softly but in that low voice he implored me to “come here.” Now reader, I hope you can appreciate the mixed feelings of a young initiate in this kind of circumstance. I was covered with goose flesh and had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I dreaded what intentions this controller had for me. I was profoundly disappointed in my lack of self-control. At the same time, my distress was being overshadowed by intense physical curiosity and a yearning wish that this domineering ogre would find pleasure in my helplessness and nakedness. I was not to be disappointed. ************************************************** Tentatively but with determination, I took small steps toward my master, my unrestrained wood wagging with each move. I could feel the dampness of the drips of pre-cum under my bare feet that had fallen to the hardwood floor. I stopped just before I stepped to where his feet were. My cock involuntarily flinched as I wondered what his next move or instruction would be. I realized there must have been enough light for him to see it move and was silently studying the motions. After what seemed several minutes, I felt him gently but firmly grasp my cock, initially under the pronounced ridge of my dickhead. Large confident fingers explored the length of my joystick, swirling fingertips playing with the sticky wetness of the pre-cum that had now soaked the whole head. I had never had a man touch my erect cock until now, and IT WAS HEAVEN. At the moment I let out a little sigh of pleasure, I heard a little rustling in his chair. Apparently, he bent forward just far enough to stick his large left hand between my legs and start caressing my right thigh. The sensations were so exquisite, I didn’t want him to cease. Stroking my cock with one hand, and groping my legs, underside, around to the bottom of my buttocks with the other. His deft substantial digits were subjecting me to the most marvelous massage of my lifetime. I breathed heavily and focused as he gently fondled and probed my balls through the skin of their sac, checking for size, shape and how they hung. I loved it how he would firmly caress back my thick blonde bush away from masculine organs, tickling and pressing my pubic bone. At one point, I realize I had unconsciously bent my knees slightly facing outward as well as leaned my hips facing him. Unwittingly, I had enabled him to have a better vantage point to “feel me up” this way. I would have been ecstatic had this continued all night. As it was however, he stopped, and just as abruptly he cursorily commanded me to turn around. With my back facing him, I was astonished at how rapturous it was to have a man fondle my buttocks. When I first felt his touch I flinched and flexed my butt muscles. I think he liked this because I heard a slight gravelly grunt of pleasure. I luxuriated in the intense feelings as he firmly squeezed and kneaded my buns. My fright returned to me as he matter-of-factly commanded that I bend over and spread my ass cheeks. Thoughts raced through my mind of a doctor’s check up suddenly gone awry. Once again, I was surprised by the incomparable pleasure of his fingers tracing circles around my puckering butt hole. From time to time his fingers would move down and probe my crotch and the exposed underside of my nut sac. When last he groped around my twitching orifice, he pushed directly against it with two fingers in a stroking motion. Rather than being pained by this manipulation, I was so pleasurably sensitized by it that I found myself leaning back to meet the thrusts of the ramrod handiwork. I instinctively expanded the muscles of my bowels, as if to defecate, to allow those able fingers to penetrate my now inviting sphincter. For a few seconds he stopped stroking and slowly squirmed those digits in my most intimate body part up to a couple of inches, I hoped this would continue indefinitely, but when he tried to squeeze in a third finger, I squirmed with discomfort. Suddenly, he pulled his hands away. “Stand up and turn around facing me again,” the low voice snapped. I abruptly complied and stood facing him, my cock flinching more than ever, now dripping like a leaky faucet, but also trembling, terrified that I had offended him with my obvious resistance. Again, nothing happened for the longest time as I suspect that again he was studying my fear mixed with obviously excited anticipation. Clearly resulting from his prior manipulations, he surmised that I was uncut or he would not have insisted on my next movements. I was to pull my foreskin over the head of my dick and stretch it out from there. I was to let him know when I had fulfilled this effort of genital handiwork. Nervously, I fumbled about my slick hard dick struggling to get a hold on pieces of foreskin, the wetness eluding a firm grasp on these small morsels for very long. Luckily he seemed to be patient with my clumsiness. Finally, my fingertips on both hands managed to hold onto bits of outer flesh to stretch my normally superfluous skin over my exposed knob and stretch it out as far beyond the end of my still throbbing cock as I could pull. It was exciting to me that he probably studied me doing this and it felt comfortable to have this flesh once again envelope its familiar partner. I softly spoke that I was finished. His plump fingers with thorough tactile investigation warmly reached out to take hold of my straining organ to softly and securely feel my outstretched skin, the ends of my own fingers stretching the skin, and the covered dickhead. He then ordered me to stop stretching while his fingers still gripped my cock. This was followed immediately by a quiet rustling noise from what I had deduced must be a filled armchair. . . . . . The moment was ELECTRIC and surpassed every sensation I had been pleasured with to this point. I felt what seemed to be a warm sponge flick the underside of my cock just below my still swollen dickhead. And yet the firm cogency of motion from this sponge suggested it was alive. The feeling of hot breath on my cock and balls was the dead give away that this was the exploring tongue of my master. The heated electric charges that flowed through my loins up through my torso and back down through my legs to my toes is indescribable. My bucking and flinching cock was being bathed by the tip and body of his tongue from the tip of my expanding pee hole to the root at the base of my thick bush. He sensed that the building heat in my loins was near the exploding point as my moans became louder. He sat back and very gently stroked my shaft to slowly allow me to back away from the point of eruption. I don’t know how long this pleasing respite lasted, but suddenly I heard him bend forward again and felt my dickhead being embraced by a firm warm wetness and then his tongue swirl around it, generating more of those lustful electric charges. As his mouth gradually slid its way down my shaft, I marveled at how superior a blow job I was receiving from this man than the sloppy half hearted efforts by a couple of girls with whom I had been intimate. I felt every swirl of skillful tongue and every suction against my turgid flesh. My hips reflexively thrust my ramming rod deeper into his mouth and then his throat. Even now, I felt resistance to my situation as it was apparent from the feelings and noises what it was that he was pursuing with gusto and unabashed enthusiasm. My intellectual insistence to not surrender my climax to him only intensified the buildup of heat and tension in my nether regions. I could no longer sublimate that I never reveled so much in my naked state, never felt SO ALIVE. This was by far the most deliriously sensual and erotic moment of my life. My cock banging against the squishy walls of his relaxed throat was more intense than I could bear. This was the sensation that triggered the unmistakable churning in my balls that every male past a certain age knows to be the point of no return. The wave of ecstatic heat and release passed from balls to loins to the root of my dick, through the passageway of my cock, and squirted out my gaping pee hole into his mouth and throat. Wave after convulsive gut wrenching wave of heated cum squirted out of me. The back of his tongue flinched against my orally gripped organ in response to each effluence of liquid offering. I had ejaculated with the greatest intensity of my life and I do not know if I have ever shot out so much cum in any orgasm since then. The climax seemed unending. After carefully swirling his tongue around my now softening manhood one last time to assure himself that he swallowed every last drop, he released me. ************************************************** At this point, I believe we were both breathing heavily. Before he completely caught his breath I heard a loud rustling in his chair. He evidently was writhing to remove an article of clothing and his hair matted calf pleasingly brushed up against my ankle in the process. When the sounds ended and he seemingly was sitting up in the seat as before, he slowly and deeply spoke, “now it’s your turn. Get down on your hands and knees and place your head above my lap.’ I felt almost resentful but not surprised as I obeyed this command. I felt almost instantly revived as I caught an exhilarating whiff of his man scent. My eyes had now better adjusted to the dark and I beheld before me his thick majestic fully hardened cock resting against his lower abdomen. I had seen other men’s erections of course in straight porn, and I had always imagined myself indifferent to them. I was hardly indifferent to this magnificent specimen however and couldn’t take my eyes off it. Oh, if there was only more light in the room to better observe the details of my newly discovered “objet d’art.” It must have been at least 7 1/2”, cut, with a sumptuous “straight arrow” dickhead, the ridge sloping to an artful curve. It had a stunningly wide girth and a substantial tunnel that ran along the underside from the base to the dickhead. Two impressive orbs hung from a mature low ball sac. This mesmerizing display was surrounded by a beautifully curled and tousled heavy bush, which more than a couple inches up lightened to a handsome graze, spread over the entire lower abdomen. I think he approved of the trance like expression on my face. I was practically drooling and I felt the same heat build up in my loins. Once again I felt my own male parts stir and swell with renewed passion. Satisfied that I was stimulated by what I saw, he more good naturedly commanded me to gently grab hold of his penis, observe it and stroke it. But more menacingly, he insisted that I was not to look up from his lap. Throughout his session of dominance, he was to remain strictly anonymous. Furtively but decisively I reached out for the gorgeous living sculpture that pulsed with my grasp. The heat that leapt into my hand and the silky smoothness that covered this turgid fleshy wand was a defining moment in my life. I hope the reader will not be offended when I say that being granted the privilege to handle and more carefully study this vivacious living appendage was nearly a religious experience. At this moment, all inhibitions and negative feelings about my homosexual impulses evaporated instantly. I knew this delicious man meat, complete with its heat, its veins, its smoothness, and its unmistakable animal magnetism was about to be mine and I CRAVED IT!! The Slave In an instant, I was joyful that I was attracted to men and that there were men who were probably attracted to me. I was enthralled with the prospect of mutual bodily pleasures between men. I knew that I was just embarking on an adventure in my life that would bring me thrilling satisfactions that I had heretofore never imagined. Most of all, my animus toward my captor was no more. It was replaced with affection and sincere reverence. I felt sexy as I never had before, contemplating what explicit practices he would require of me. I would now eagerly oblige his every whim. The painful embarrassment, the humiliations were swept aside and well worth it as I pondered that their consequence was my exotic and erotic metamorphosis. Ironically, the fact that that miserable amazon had won me in that tawdry auction was the best stroke of good fortune I had ever known. My contemplation was interrupted by a thrilling new command. Very simply, but authoritatively he demanded, “now lick it all over.” I nearly head punched him in the stomach as I lurched forward darting my tongue out to oblige him. First, I cleaned off the salty pre-cum that was oozing out of his pee hole. I then swirled my tongue all around his springy dickhead and under the ridge. My tongue lapped over his hot vein-popping smooth shaft, from the ridges to the base, his thick man bush tickling my nose, its aroma making me giddy. His musky taste and smell were a sensational turn-on for me. Up and down his animated and throbbing pillar of flesh I would lick, my tongue strokes ever increasing in firmness and confidence. I was gratified that he evidenced pleasure with this exercise, as I heard little low pitched moans and grunts gurgle from the deep recesses of his throat. At one point, he groaned for me to lick his balls. Happy to oblige, my tongue moved lower over his wrinkled sac and further to taste the responsive springy orbs that hung down there. Realizing I was only giving him pleasure, I daringly sucked one ball part way into my mouth, running my tongue over the sac that covered it then proceeded to the next. Nearly shouting, he blurted out his next request. “Now take it in your mouth, but watch your teeth. Take your time. Relax and try to take it down your throat. I intend to cum in your mouth and you are to swallow every drop of it.” This at first seemed a daunting task. I wondered how I was going to get this living beast in my finite mouth, but I was hungrily determined to do my best. I opened my mouth pulling my teeth away from my lips and led in his spongy dick head. I enveloped my lips over it and swirled my tongue all around. By now he had placed his warm large hand firmly over the back of my head. He was prompting my head lower, and my mouth glided slowly down his long thick shaft, my tongue furiously stroking up and down and all around. I was mustering all the suction I could apply on this hot pulsing smooth wet pole and it tasted wonderful. In seconds, this seemed the most natural and pleasurable activity there is. It was as if this was another vital function of the mouth: to suck cock. The fact that in my 19 years, this was the first time to engage in such a delight was inexplicable to me. I strained my ears to listen to his louder grunts and groans over the din of the almost deafening slurping noises evoked by my greedy ministrations to his throbbing wet pleasure pole. I was now determined to take his dickhead to the back of my tongue and into my throat, as if to swallow this delectable male organ whole. By now, he was face fucking me and I had learned to relax by taking deep breaths from my nose to help diminish the gag reflex. The thrusts of hot cock were now bouncing against the back of my mouth and my throat opened as if to begin swallowing it. As I was dangling his big balls with one hand. I crammed his huge meat down as far as I could with the other. Suddenly, his thrusts stopped, my fingers felt the balls do the telltale dance in their sac, his cock impaled down my throat gave one fabulously expansive throb and I felt what must have been long strings of heated cum shoot down my throat. He was gurgling out long throaty moans of pleasure as he discharged a flood of pearly passion into my vitals. After releasing him, we both were breathing hard again, this time in a state of exhaustion. Again, before completely regaining his breath he spoke. “You are a good slave and a good student. But I am not finished with you yet. Before we continue, you need some rest. Listen to my instructions carefully. Get up and leave the room through the same door you entered. Exit the room you took off your clothes through the same door you entered. This will lead you into the front hallway. Climb the stairway at the front of the house. At the upstairs hallway take your first right. You can sleep in the bed in that room. If you need a bathroom, there is one directly across from the hall where you will be sleeping. The upstairs is completely dark. You are not to turn on any lights on upstairs except in the bathroom and only for as long as you need it. In the meantime you are forbidden to put on any clothes. You will remain completely naked until I instruct you otherwise. Now go and rest. I will meet you in the bedroom when I am ready. “ I arose without saying anything, plodded off by the candles to the door, my bare heels making thumping noises against the wooden floor, and entered the barren pantry, carefully closing the door behind me. The clothes in this dimly lit room were draped over the furniture just as I left them. I was relieved that the officious woman had not stolen them. When I opened the door to the hallway. the comparatively bright lights nearly blinded me. I had no idea how long I had been imprisoned in relative darkness. I wondered out loud as to the time and proceeded to the stairway as my eyesight adjusted to the light. I was startled part way upstairs by the presence of a full-length mirror hung just above the banister, that I had not noticed on my arrival. For a fleeting moment I perceived that a naked colleague was accompanying me upstairs. Even though I was again cold and still completely defenseless in a strange house, it felt good to be naked and sexual. I winked at myself as I passed that mirror and noticed that I had begun to harden again. At the top of the steps, it was unlit, as my master had assured. I opened the first door on the left, quickly felt for a light switch by the doorway and turned it on. Sure enough, it was the bathroom, complete with old-fashioned fixtures and installations. I lifted the seat off the toilet, secured my semi-rigid dick in my fingers, and peed contentedly in the bowl. For some reason, the tinkling sound of my pee hitting the bowl water sounded like music to my ears. I lowered both the seat and the lid, washed my hands in the sink and dried myself on an especially large fluffy towel draped over a rack on the door. I remembered to switch off the light as I left. I crossed the hall and entered a very dark bedroom. I could barely make out a large barred bed at the far end of the room, as this room was also evidently draped tightly and I proceeded cautiously to the bed hoping that I would not bump into any indiscernible furniture on the way. Upon arrival, I pulled back the covers and gleefully climbed in. The clean sheets felt marvelous against my naked skin. Thus began a lifelong habit of sleeping in the nude, with or without a partner. ************************************************** I was awoken what seemed only minutes later by my master calling out to me. He was standing astride my bed, again, his form only vaguely silhouetted. He had apparently pulled back the covers and sheets to reveal me sporting a nocturnal erection. He ordered me to get out of bed and prepare for my next slave session. He stepped aside in the darkness and told me to walk straight-ahead 5 paces. After doing so, he slipped behind me and told me not to turn around. He said he had a flashlight. He told me that with the aid of his directed beam of light I was to walk out of the room, cross the hall, and enter the bathroom. As I obeyed, I noticed the lights in the hallway downstairs were off. Without the flashlight it truly would have been nearly pitch black. Once in the bathroom, he told me to wait where I was until he joined me there. By now, my erection was no longer nocturnal. Dripping pre-cum again, I wondered what erotic adventures he had in store for me. Would we perhaps shower together? In the bathroom behind me, he shone the flashlight at the bathtub and told me get in it and lay down as much in the center of the tub as I could facing up. As I carefully lifted my leg over the high ridge of the huge tub, my wet cock swaggered in the beam of light aimed on it. The surface was cold to the touch of the palm of my foot and I realized that the tub would feel cold to my nudity. As I lay down, I shivered with the stone coldness against my backside. He nearly shone the flashlight in my face the whole time he climbed in with me, careful not to step on me, his large bare feet straddling my firm love handles as he stood over me. Only old bathroom accoutrement could accommodate two people in this fashion. He told me to lie perfectly still as the flashlight snapped off and I heard a rustling of clothing on him. For a moment there was complete silence before I heard him let out a little cough and suddenly I heard and felt the piddling flow of warm water fall on my still excited genitals. The acrid odor alerted me to the fact that he was peeing on me. Slowly the stream of warm urine moved up my torso. Rather than be offended, I was enjoying another intensely intimate experience and welcomed the warm wetness spray on my cold dry epidermis. Eventually the stream fell full force on my face and I had to spit to keep from tasting the salty acridness. As the intensity of the stream diminished, it ended on my now drenched midsection. He told me not to move and he carefully climbed out of the tub. He told me to get up and lean against the wall opposite from the fixtures. He explained that now we were to shower, but he was to wash me. I was not to touch him at all. Following his instructions, he climbed back in the tub in front of me. He told me he would adjust the faucets to the right temperature. I heard the strain and squeal of turning faucets and the rush of warm water emitting from the showerhead. Again, he climbed out of the tub and drew the curtains. He told me to stand directly under the shower. The water flowing over me was just the right temperature. It felt great. I heard a rustling of clothes through the rushing water. He pulled back the curtain from behind me and this time climbed in where I had stood. I suspected that for the first time he was completely disrobed in my presence. Suddenly, I felt a bar of soap and his prodigious hands on me. It was thrilling to be attentively washed by another man from head to toe. He even lathered my hard cock and shampooed my adjacent bush. Before rinsing me off, he stuck the bar of soap up the crack of my ass and then fingered around my rectum to insure that I was clean to his satisfaction. When we were both out of the tub, he tossed me the large fluffy bath sheet I had encountered before and told me to towel myself off. When I finished, I was to cross the hall and walk into the bedroom from whence we came and sit at the bedside. I noticed that he did not directly cross into the bedroom but hurriedly walked down the hall presumably to another room. Before I was ready to cross the hall myself, he had returned and pointed the flashlight into the bedroom to assist my walk to the bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, I heard him walk up to me. I felt him reach for my right hand and place it on his own fully hardened cock sticking out straight at me horizontally. It was an unbelievably pleasant re-acquaintance. In my other hand he shoved a tube of something. Presumably a tube of lubricant for he insisted that I squirt dabs of the stuff on to my fingers and spread it out over the whole length of his penis. I was then ordered to spread a towel he had handed me over the bottom-fitting sheet of the bed. He told me to climb over the towel on my hands and knees, doggy style. I felt the heave as he climbed on the bed behind me. I dreaded the event that was to take place next, but I believed it to be the ultimate test of my affection for men. I earnestly wanted to pass it. He told me that if I wanted, I could rest my head on a pillow, but the top of my head had to be resting against the brass bars. Instead of greasy fingers invading my butt hole, I next felt him spread my ass cheeks with those brusque digits and then the unmistakable feel of his tongue skillfully flicking about that region. Rapturous new pleasures were mine again. I found myself thrusting my hips backward to meet the sweeping licks at such a sensitive spot. I gasped as he prodded his tongue into the bull’s eye, parting the encirclement of my fortunate sphincter. Soon tongue was replaced with coated fingers, and my conditioned posterior greeted the stroking penetration with ease and pleasure. This welcome invasion was short lived. The bed shook and strained as I sensed his adjustment of position behind me. My heart pounded with the return of the sense of fear mixed with excitement. In my newly defined sexuality, I knew this was going to be the moment of truth for me. He sternly but calmly instructed me to reach back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks. He advised me to push my ass muscles as if I was going to fart. I next felt the hot fat head of his man rod press against my quivering butt hole. With a few high-pressure thrusts he managed to breach my virgin cavity easily enough. I heard the brass bars rattle as I believe he had leaned over and stretched his muscled arms to grab the bars to steady himself as he entered me. What happened next nearly caused me to regret this whole episode. With a single decisive push accompanied by an animal like grunt, he thrust the whole length and width of his prodigious man meat into my visceral tunnel. Tears streaming down my face, I let out a cry as I believed I had been split open from the inside out. For a minute, there was no motion or sound. My head against the pillow, my impaled ass supported by my knees, the pain began to subside. Slowly he started stroking my stretched orifice and the pain miraculously gave way to intense glowing pleasure. If anything, I desired him to increase the pace and depth of his thrusts. Joy of joys, this was the intimacy of intimacies. This was the ultimate in loving bonds between men. I relished his great manly salami ravishing my lust filled bowels with ever-increasing intensity. That a man should have his erogenous internals so primaly stimulated by another man’s inflamed manhood now seemed the most natural thing in the world to me. After 19 years, it was another revelation to me that the butt hole is another intensely pleasurable genital. By now, his large hands had slid down the brass bars and his sweating manly scented torso was just above me. At times I thought I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. He was panting heavily; obviously engrossed in the intense pleasure he was deriving from my tight ass. Suddenly, his strokes stopped as I felt his hot gristle expand against the walls of my bowels one last time. Instantly, I sensed his warm wet syrupy discharge spray over my highly sensitized prostate. This excessively sensual moment brought me over the edge and I effusively squirted out my own building load of cum onto the towel beneath me. The intensity of our simultaneous ejaculatory spasms made us both sing out a litany of grunts and moans in an earthy mating song. In this final moment of passion I had made another remarkable self-discovery. In this latest round of initiation, my cock had never been touched before reaching climax. This night had truly been an education in erotic sensibility. He rose out of the bed almost instantly and exited the room with the aid of his flashlight. I lay for a few minutes contemplating the not unpleasant stretched feeling in my backside. Feeling my master’s cum trickle out of my butt hole on to the towel beneath me was oddly comforting. Remembering that he had allowed me the use of the bathroom, I walked into it not needing the aid of any lighting. I turned on the light, used the facilities, and remembered to turn off the light before walking back into the bedroom to lay on the bed once more. A few minutes later he stood at the doorway. His flashlight beam was directed at my naked body sprawled out on the bed for a few minutes before he spoke. Eventually he made his last declarations. “These are my final instructions. When you leave here, you will never return to this house. You are to never attempt to find out who I am. In a minute, I will go downstairs to turn on some lights. Roughly five minutes later, you will come downstairs and proceed directly to the room where you undressed. After retrieving your clothes you will exit this house the way you entered it. Make certain that you do not enter any rooms not mentioned in these instructions.” He briefly cleared his throat and in an almost endearing inflection he said, “you proved yourself an excellent and ultimately willing slave, but we will never meet again. Somehow, I believe this night has changed your life forever.” With that, he turned and I heard him descend the stairs, realizing that I would never hear that sexy mellifluous voice again. I honored his final instructions scrupulously. As I walked away from that house of mystery in the chill of the dawn, first light was revealing itself over the horizon. I strolled back to the campus aware that I had been transformed into an aficionado of men and their bodies. Gay pornography became a passion with me. Within days, I discovered that there was a thriving bisexual community in this campus town. It accepted me readily and unconditionally. Girlfriends would arrange clandestine rendezvous. The reward for their efforts would be to act as encouraging voyeurs to the incessant orgiastic couplings of their committed male companions. The males in turn would enjoy the physical encounters between female intimates. At present, I enjoy a full range of gay sexual activity with my lover, sometimes in the presence of good friends. I still sometimes ponder the mystery man who introduced me to the superlative delights of man-to-man sex. The Slave Night blanketed the old Southern plantation in silence. There was no sound or light as the mistress of the grand house made her way down the servant’s stairs in the back of the stone home. It was the middle of July and summer had hit Louisiana with a ferocity not remembered in previous years. She was already sweating and she wasn’t even outside yet. Sweating on the outside, sweating on the inside. What she was doing was very wrong and she knew that if she got caught her life, as she knew it, would be over. But that wasn’t the worst of it, she knew if she got caught that her lover would be killed and she couldn’t bear that thought. She hadn’t slept with him, not yet, just an incredible stolen kiss in the fields. But she was going to sleep with him tonight. No, not sleep; she was going to fuck her lover. She had known him since childhood, as this was her family’s plantation. When she married her very powerful, very old and very cold husband he moved in and took over the operations of the plantation. She was an only child and her father had stipulated in his will that the only way she would get any of his money was to marry Charles. Either way she lost so she chose the lesser of the two evils; got married and therefore was allowed to stay in her home. Charles was cold and cruel but he loved her, he had always loved her. She was his prize for a life of hard work. He knew he wasn’t liked but he didn’t care, he had Kitty and that’s all that mattered to him. She was perfection incarnate to him; her long blonde hair reaching her thin waist, her big brown expressive eyes, the pretty mouth that could bring about such unmentionable pleasure. They had been married for ten years and he still could not believe his luck. He prized her above all else. She had known Marcus all of his life, she remembered when he had been born; she’d been 7 and a new baby in the slave quarters always brought happiness to the sheltered little girl. She ran wild and although she was not allowed to play with the slave children, no one really cared that she did. Growing up without a mother or siblings, with her father engrossed in his life and business, she pretty much did as she pleased around the plantation. She grew up caring for him the way you care for a favorite friend. She was always sneaking food and clothing from the big house for him and she taught him how to read and write by the time he was 8. When he was 13 he started working in the fields and their relationship completely changed. The easy friendship they shared was forever altered as they each took their ordained places in their respective worlds. The summers came and went, she married and so did he. It was during this summer, the summer of her 32nd year that she decided to take refreshments out to the field hands. Charles, of course, was mortified, but it was just too hot she said. It was inhuman to not give these men refreshments. She went out with the pitcher and glasses of lemonade and found him first in the far corner of the field being plowed. “Hello Mistress” he said with down cast eyes. “Lord, Marcus, don’t call me that. It makes me feel old. I’ll always be Kitty to you.” He lifted his head and looked at her hard. Staring at her like no man ever had before. And then he smiled that pure sunshine smile; she had forgotten just how incredible that smile was. “I missed you Marcus, how’ve you been?” “I’ve been alright. And you? Are you happy Kitty? Does he treat you well?” “I don’t believe anyone has ever asked me that before Marcus, but come, don’t get me melancholy, let me serve you some lemonade.” He had never been served anything by a white woman before and the fact that this was the master’s wife and the object of his wettest dreams was dizzying. “Kitty, what do you think you’re doing? What if the master finds out that you’re out here all alone with me? He’ll have my hide.” “No, he won’t. He knows I’m out here with refreshments.” “Maybe he thinks you brought some lemonade out here but he sure doesn’t think you’re out here all alone with me.” “Why shouldn’t I be alone with you Marcus, I’ve known you all of my life, certainly all of your life.” “Kitty, please don’t be ignorant. It would be so easy for me to walk up to you and have my way with you; your husband would not want you placed in that position. And while I’m saying it, don’t go give refreshments to all the other men out in these fields. The temptation may be too high. A lot of these men would risk it just to know they hurt the master. Let Mrs. Haps do it. Go back to the house Kitty. Stay there.” “Surely you joke Marcus, why would anyone want to hurt me? You wouldn’t, would you?” “Hurt you, no. But you are a mighty fine looking woman Kitty and the fact that your husband is monster is incentive to lots of men. You don’t need to tempt anyone.” “I only thought to do something right. I’m sorry if my being here offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable Marcus. I’ll go.” As she turned to walk away from him he caught her arm. “Kitty, I’m sorry. I’m just telling you the truth. Don’t be mad at me okay.” “I’m not mad Marcus, just sad. The truth is, I missed you. I thought it would be okay for me to do this and get to see you. I’ll go.” He kept hold of her arm, not hurting her but not letting go. She turned around to look at him and was taken aback by the look on his face. She found sadness there too but beneath it lust, a lust that made her knees weak and her heart pump faster than it ever had in her life. Without a word, with his hand still on her arm, she drew closer to him. Close enough to smell him, close enough to taste his sweaty skin. She closed her eyes, knowing that this was a sweet, life altering moment. She hadn’t come out here looking for this, had she? But at that very moment she wanted to be in his arms more than she wanted her next breath, so it was natural and expected when she felt his big, strong black hands around her waist as he pulled her towards him. He bent his head and kissed her. Right there in the middle of the cotton fields of her family’s plantation the slave she had adored since birth put his thick full lips on her pink soft ones and it was fine and it was sweet. He kissed her reverently, like she was a porcelain doll and would break if he kissed her too hard. He licked her soft lips with his long thick tongue, coaxing her to open up to him. He didn’t think, didn’t worry about what would happen if he were caught with her. He only knew that he had dreamt of kissing her for as long as he could remember. And he wanted more. He would risk it all, his life even, to have her. She responded so fast to him, taking the lead and turning the kiss into something amazing. She opened her mouth to him and slid her pink tongue out of her mouth and into his. She was like a ravenous creature, not a soft porcelain doll. She pressed the full length of her body against his, deepening the kiss. His hands moved from her waist to her ass and he ground her against him, devouring her mouth with his kiss. So hot, so hot, she was so hot she thought she’d catch fire at any moment and combust. No one had ever kissed her like that before. She could feel his dick through the layers of petticoats and his soft cotton trousers; big and hard and she suddenly wanted it inside. For one second she thought she’d gone mad, that it was insane for her to want her Marcus this way but she knew deep down she always had. Since he had turned thirteen and had become tall and strong and fine, she had wanted him. And throughout all the years that had passed she had never stopped thinking of him, she had never stopped missing him. She put her small white hand between their bodies and stroked and petted his big long snake through his clothes. She could it feel it getting bigger it her hand, longer and harder. She moaned in his mouth, letting him know that she wanted him. He broke away from her sweet lips reluctantly. “Kitty, we need to stop this. Lord, woman, look what you’ve done to me.” He said as he put his hand over hers while she stroked him. He didn’t stop her stroking but instead put more pressure on his dick with his own hand. He closed his eyes and let her hand continue to fist him over his clothes. He was close and he knew it. He certainly didn’t want to cum in his pants like a young buck. So he stilled her hand and held her gently. “Let me Marcus, let me bring you pleasure.” He looked at her flushed face and saw the lust in her eyes mirrored his own. “We can’t do this Kitty. The stakes are too high, no matter how much I may want you, we cannot do this.” “Marcus, you asked me if I was happy, the answer is that I am not. I sleep with a cold selfish man and I haven’t felt alive in years, not until this moment, not until right now. I was meant for you, the consequences cannot matter when every pore, every nerve, every last piece of me yearns only for you.” “Oh God Kitty, are you sure? There is no going back.” “I’m quiet sure Marcus. I won’t regret this and I won’t let you regret it either.” He looked at her hard and long, knowing that meeting with her could cost his life or worse. Weighing the risk, knowing he would do as she asked even if it was insane. “Okay, we meet tonight, behind the smoke house.” He said in a whispered sigh. “If you’re not there then I’ll know it wasn’t safe. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’ll wait for you till 1:00 am. And Kitty, if you do show up, you know what’s going to happen, right? It won’t stop with you touching me or me touching you.” “I know Marcus. I know what will happen. I want it as much as you do, maybe I always have.” And so she crept down the back stairs and out through the side kitchen door and made her way to the smoke house on the east side of the plantation. He was waiting for her, leaning against the side of the brick building, his legs crossed at the ankles, his head moving from side to side, alert and ready. He looked like a sleek jungle cat to her, not that she’d ever seen one but what she imagined one would look like in real life. He was so fine, tall and sleek with big expressive eyes and a smile that could make the sun shine in the cloudiest of days. He was all muscle, from his forearms to his calves and everywhere else in between. She had already felt the muscle in between his legs and knew it to be long and thick and granite hard. She could already taste it, smell it, all of him really, but especially his dick. She had been thinking about that dick all day long. So much so that as she’d run back into the house that afternoon she went straight into her bedchamber and touched herself, thinking about his kiss and the feel of his dick in her hand and his smell. She approached him slowly and hesitantly. Not because she was scared of him or of what she was about to do with him but because she was so excited her knees were weak. He didn’t say a word as she approached, simply reached out to her and took her in his arms. He held her close and smelled her and felt like he’d reached heaven. Because he had wanted her for so long and he couldn’t believe she was in his arms. He thought about his wife, lying asleep in the cot of their small one room cabin. She was beautiful and proud and strong and he loved her. And maybe he should feel some guilt over wanting the woman in his arms but he didn’t. All he knew was that he needed her and always had. She reached up and put her hands around his neck, drawing his face closer to hers so she could kiss him. She rained kisses on his cheek, his nose, his forehead, his lips. She started to say something and he silenced her by placing his finger across her lips. He took her hand and led her out towards the field, and with her hand in his and the tattered old blanket under his arm, he began to run. They ran like the wind until they were deep inside the rows of cotton and there beneath the hot, star filled night he laid the blanket down. He sat on blanket bringing her with him and she fell on his lap with a giggle and sigh. Lord, but she adored this man, her hands were all over him in a matter of seconds, slipping under his shirt so she could feel his warm sweaty skin against her palm. He kissed her neck and asked her once, “are you sure about this?” “I’m more sure about this than about anything else in my life. I want you Marcus, I want you so badly.” The words were like music to his ears and he took her mouth with his in a scrumptious, mouth-watering kiss. She loved his kiss, loved the way his thick lips felt against hers, loved the way his tongue invaded her mouth. It was so full of promise and lust. She could feel her pussy opening up, unfurling for him, moistening for him. His hands were on her back and then her shoulders and then her neck. His mouth left hers as he trailed kisses down her throat and behind her ears. Her hands had moved to his back, trailing his spine vertebrae by vertebrae with a feather light touch. She shifted on his lap so she could straddle his legs and grind herself against him. She was hot, fevered really, and suddenly very thirsty. She started licking his sweaty neck with short, soft strokes, drinking his sweat and tasting his skin. He tasted like salty molasses; he was so delicious. Her kisses and licks led her lower still, to his hard, open chest. Her blond hair was gleaming in the moonlight as she licked around his pecs and then lower still, until she found a hard black nipple. She sucked and licked at the hard nub and heard a soft moan escape his lips. His hands moved to her ass and pressed her closer to him, grinding her into him, letting her know the extent and width of his passion for her. She responded by grinding harder, her pussy already wet and ready and suddenly she was anxious and impatient to feel him inside her but she would wait, she would make herself wait; she wanted to taste him, all of him. She took off his shirt and kissed his other nipple, lightly and then harder. Drawing him into her mouth and sucking hard, pushing him into the blanket and the soft earth beneath him. Her head traveled lower, down his belly and to the first button of his cotton breeches. She unfastened it with trembling hands, moving the pants down his hips until his thick black manhood stood proud and erect in the moonlight. She bent over it and kissed it gently. Slowly tasting the head with her tongue. She took the tip of the head in her mouth and felt him stretching her lips, widening them. “Jesus Kitty, that feels good.” “I want your pleasure Marcus, I want to suck and lick and kiss your dick until you give me what I yearn for.” And with that she took the whole plum shaped head of him into her mouth. Her hand fastened around the root of his thick dick, squeezing him while her mouth traveled lower and lower down his long, hard, black cock. She heard him moan but it sounded so far away. She loved the taste of him, wanted him all the way inside her mouth even though she knew he didn’t fit. When she had taken as much as she could of him she went back up, sucking hard as she did so, all the way to the head of his snake, where she licked and nipped and sucked and then she started all over again, back down, down, down into him, wanting to consume him. He stared at her while perched on his elbows, her beautiful face contorted from the thickness in her mouth. She was milking him, sucking his very essence from him and still he wanted more. He knew he would cum in her mouth in mere moments and that he should pull out. But he could not, he could not. “Come for me. Come inside my mouth Marcus. Let me taste your passion, let me have your seed.” As she finished uttering the words she sucked him down into her throat, one hand squeezing his root, the other fondling the sperm filled balls. Suddenly her mouth was full of his thick gooey cum, she swallowed and swallowed and milked him until he didn’t have anything left to give her and still she sucked and still she stroked. She simply could not get enough. After what seemed like an eternity she felt him rising and pulling her up to him, laying her above him; chest to chest, mouth to mouth. And he took her mouth again and tasted his saltiness and her passion. She was on fire, grinding her hips against his rapidly swelling dick, moaning into his mouth her need for him. He rolled her over so he could lay on top of her. He kissed her neck and her chest and her hands were on his head, urging him on. She arched her back so her nipples stood out firm and tall and he took one between his teeth, over the soft cotton dress and chemise. Licking and sucking over the material until it was soaked and her nipple was hard as a pebble. “Please, Marcus, please, please.” “Please what kitty, tell me what you want.” “I want your mouth on my breasts. I want you to undress me so I can lay with you in the moonlight while your dark body covers my pale one. Please Marcus, don’t make me beg you.” He undressed her slowly, moving the dress, chemise, petticoats and pantaloons over her hips and down her thighs, each inch of their journey down her body making his dick harder until he was throbbing, until she was gloriously naked for him in the moonlight. She opened her legs and her arms wide in welcome, wanting his weight above her and his dick deep inside her. He kissed her pale breasts, holding one in each hand, marveling at the contrast and at how incredibly right they felt. He bent down as he squeezed both breasts together, kissing and licking and nipping at both nipples simultaneously. She was moaning, her hips moving seductively, inviting him in, in, in. “Soon Kitty, soon, but not yet.” Her moan of protest was quickly replaced by surprise when she realized he was making his way lower, down her soft belly, to that place in between her legs that wanted nothing else but him. He licked her softly at first, tentatively, his tongue probing her lips, skimming over her clit. And then he really kissed her. Using his mouth on her pussy as if it were also a mouth. Licking everywhere, sucking, biting. Using his lips, his tongue, his teeth. “More, oh god, yes, Marcus, more.” He gave her more and when he felt her begin to cum around his lips and mouth, he gently sucked on her engorged clit until she exploded around him, shattering, opening, breaking. He quickly licked up the juices from her pussy, darting his tongue deep inside; as hungry for her as she had been for him. She watched him from above as he had with her. Astounded by what he was doing and by the way his dark hands looked against her creamy thighs and by the pleasure of his tongue; most definitely by his wide, delicious and wicked tongue. She had never felt anything like that before, didn’t know that men did to women what women were supposed to do to men; what she had been told she had to do to her old, smelly husband. She had no idea anything could feel that good. And still she was not sated and still she wanted more. He moved up her body until he reached her lips, his arms holding him up while he bent to kiss her from above. His lips tasted like her, she thought she would be disgusted but instead it made her hotter than she already was. She loved the sweet musky taste and especially loved it because it was on his lips; on those perfect, full, luscious lips. She licked and sucked at his mouth, moaning into it how good it tasted while he moaned back that she was the most delicious fruit he had ever had. “Marcus, I don’t think I can stand it another moment.” She breathlessly said into his ear. “Stand what Kitty?” He murmured into her ear knowing exactly what she was saying. “I want you baby, I want you deep inside me. I want you to fill me…” He kissed her hard then, the time for words was over. He took the head of his cock and placed it at the entrance of her very wet pussy, and he pushed. And all thought of anything but the honey walls gripping him were lost. She opened up to him, lifting her hips so he could drive deeper until he was all the way in. Filling her like she had asked, possessing her as no one had and no one ever would again. “God, this is sweet woman.” The Slave Her reply was to open her legs wider, wanting more of him inside her. “Fuck me Marcus, make love to me baby.” And in the steamy, hot, Louisiana night he fucked her slowly and he fucked her fast and hard. Taking her soul, marking her as forever his. His cock deep inside her, his mouth on hers to muffle her screams of pleasure, his legs entwined with hers as the muscles of his ass worked to drive him deeper and deeper still. Grinding when he felt she needed him to, pistoning in and out of her wet, delicious pussy when he could no longer stand the pressure. On and on it went, she lost count of her orgasms, she only knew that she would never have anything so sweet, so raw, so good ever again. When he finally came he cried out her name and fell into her, nuzzling her neck and whispering sweet words into her ear. He slowly helped her dress, kissing her while doing so, gently touching her. And then he dressed himself. “Kitty we have to go back,” he softly said. She heard his words but didn’t want to. Didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to let him go. “I know.” She paused and worried her bottom lip with her teeth, tears already streaming down her cheeks. “Marcus, will we do this again?” “No Kitty, you know we cannot.” She knew. She didn’t want to know. She wanted to keep him, knew of other women that kept slaves as their own, without caring about the welfare of the men, or their families or of what might happen to them. But she cared too much about Marcus for that. Her mind told her to let him go. Her heart made her hand reach out and touch his face. “I’ll never forget this Marcus, not for as long as I live.” “Me either Kitty. This is our delicious and sinful secret. And I wouldn’t have traded the last few hours for anything.” He kissed her then, a sweet, soft melting kiss while he rubbed her tears away with his thumbs. He turned away from her and made his way through the cotton until he was out of her sight. The next day she found out Marcus and his wife were gone. They had left at some point of the night. She begged her husband to let them go and not go after them. She told him she would do whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted. She begged him to spare the slave that had been her friend since childhood. Because he loved her, her husband let the slave and his wife go, never knowing that the slave was also the man that had, and always would have, his wife’s heart. The Slave Drake Willcot, a man of great power and riches, looked outside his library window patiently awaiting the arrival of a gift he was told, from an old friend of his, trying to keep his mind occupied he looked back at his life. At the age of 37, he had accomplished so much in his life; he had all the wealth and power he ever wanted. Drake was a handsome devil, and many women tried to snare him into their webs, yet he could never be tied down. None knew his deepest secrets, his obsessions. He was in fact a Dom.. He had brought females into his world of yet not into the deepest part of it. That he had done with a few females in different parts of the world. Females whom like him craved such depraved passions. The door bell rang and slowly he walked to the door, he had sent all his servants on a day off today, knowing that any gift from Gabriel shouldn't be seen by anyone. "Mr. willcot?" the agitated messenger asked. "Yes?" "I have a delivery from Mr. Gabriel." "Yes. Where is it?" asked drake. "One minute sir." the messenger said. He quickly returned to the carriage swung open the back door and lifted a human covered in a black blanket, wrapped all around. "Where would you like her Sir?" Drake stretched his arms and took the concealed woman from the man. "that will be all, tell Gabriel thank you." he said as he closed the door with his leg. The woman in his arms, not moving..."she must be drugged." he thought. Walking to his library, he set her on the couch as he opened a secret passageway that led him down to the darkest corners of his home. His dungeon. He lifted the light woman off the couch and went down the dim lit stairs, the door creaking shut behind him...inside his dungeon a huge cage, equipped with metal hooks on the walls, iron clad, a small bed in the corner and a small chamber pot. He set the sleeping form on the bed, and quickly undid the binds that concealed her from him; throwing the material aside he was shocked. Before him a dark beauty, lips red as roses, a little button nose and wild black long curly hair. He could feel his arousal stirring. Yet he concentrated on stripping her of the clothes she wore, after she was totally naked before him, he was too aroused to concentrate. A beauty, finer than the rarest Arabian stallions. An amazing masterpiece his friend had sent him. They must have prepared her for him, for she was smooth and silky, not one hair lay upon her beautiful soft skin. Shaking his head, it's not yet time to think such thoughts drake thought. He quickly left the cage to one of the closets he had, opening it he grabbed a white long nightgown, see though and arousing..Returning to his gift, he dressed her in it; taking her hands he cuffed her to the bed, her hands behind her head, leaving her legs free. Stepping out of the cage, he locked the door behind him, never can be too careful he thought. Turning to his closets, he started opening them one by one, gathering all the things he would need for his plans with his pretty morsel. A short while later he was seated in one of his huge couches facing the cage, book in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other, awaiting her to wake... Anya's dreams were horrifying, dreaming of men, fire, fighting and her captured. Taken to a home, a man's voice, people touching her, shaving, cleaning, and bathing her. Dreamt she was called a gift, a drink she was given, she fell asleep. Whimpering through her nightmares, she twisted and turned. Suddenly her eyes shot open, yet she was still blind, she tried to touch her face, yet her hands wouldn't move, they were constricted above her head, her legs however were free, she moved them gently feeling the material beneath her. Then reality hit her..She wasn't dreaming!! Drake was aware that she had awakened. Watching her fidget in the bed aroused him, yet he wanted to wait, till he spoke. He set his book and glass aside, watching the beauty in the cage, squirm and move silently. Anya's listened carefully for any sound around her, yet the only thing she could hear was the beating of her own heart, and the sounds of the metals around her wrists. Her eyes filled with tears as her lips parted, "hello." she whispered. "Anyone? Please anyone, help me. Where am I? What do you want with me?" She went quiet as he suddenly heard a rustle, then the sound of iron opening. Drake had moved, he opened the iron cage door as soon as she started to speak, standing above her, looking down at her beautiful form laying there at his mercy.. "Hello." he said. "Please, help me." she pleaded. "No my dear, I shan't help you. You are here as a gift to me young lady, a gift to be mine, body and soul." he said. "I am not yours!" she cried out, "let me go now! You bastard!" "Ahh what a foul mouth, for such a young lady. And what is your name little lady." he asked. "I will not tell you my name and I am not young! I am 22 years old." she spat out. Drake's eyes roamed down to her breasts, watching them heave as her body shook in vengeance, his smile devilish and unmistakable; he is going to enjoy this girl... His hands reached for her blindfold and yanked it off her head, pulling it roughly, wanting to hurt her. "Ouchhhh!!" she screamed out. Then suddenly she was staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen. Her grey eyes widened at the sight of him, her body trembled, and he filled the room with his presence. Drake was shocked, grey eyes, something that rarely was seen. Beautiful looking at him with such hatred and shock. Reaching down to her he gripped her breast through her material, pinching her nipple hard. "Once again, what is your name?" he asked with a harsh tone. "Go to the devil!" she screamed out in pain. He then reached down with his second hand, and gripped her second nipple pinching them both at once he twisted them between his fingers and said, "I am the devil, welcome." Anya screamed out. Tears spilling out of her eyes, she tried to reach for him with her legs to kick him, tried to buck away from his hands yet she couldn't. "Anya! Anya!" she cried out. He then let go of her and Anya felt her nipples throbbing with unbearable pain, she hiccupped and choked back the tears that spilled from her eyes.. "You bastard!" she cried, "bastard!" Drake let out a laugh, "you my dear Anya have not seen anything yet, you shall be mine and the more you resist me the more pain shall rip through that delicious body of yours. And from now on you will call me Master or Sir! Anything other shall cost you dearly my little slave Anya." "Now your first punishment for calling me bastard, shall be executed in a few hours, I'm going to leave you for a while, you can think about your future as my slave, as mine!" he turned his back and walked out of the cage, locking the door behind him. He disappeared Anya let out a loud scream and shook forcefully in the bed, her anger boiling through her skin and soul. As tears still flowed from her eyes, she cried out from the pain in her wrists, her breasts and her soul. Finally two hours later, she fell asleep from exhaustion. Drake left his mansion and went out for lunch with a few friends, one of them Gabriel, whom he thanked for his lovely gift. Ordering some food aside for his dinner and for his new guest's lunch, he said his farewells and left the men. Four hours had passed since he last was with her and he was anxious to get back and start working on taming the girl. Anya woke up dazed and in pain, hunger shooting through her body, and pain through her soul. The she heard it a loud rustling sound then footsteps. "Good evening slave." he said. Opening her eyes she saw him, standing outside her cage, a tray in his hand, and the devils smile on his face. He was wearing a black long robe, his chest bare and legs. He was indecent beneath it she thought. "I brought you some food, I can't have a hungry slave now can I?" Anya just kept looking at him, refusing to speak. "Are you not hungry?" He set the tray aside and entered the cage, reaching for her kicking legs; he shackled them to the base of the bed. "Now little slave, I'm going to let one hand go so you can eat, if you persist in angering me, I will hurt you." Anya was hungry, very hungry. She lay still as he let one hand go and set her up so she could be in a sitting position to eat. She watched him bring the tray and set it beside her, the aroma of the food flowing to her nostrils made her stomach roll. Quietly she reached and began to feed herself, watching him from the corner of her eye as he sat down opposite her outside the cage on his huge couch. Her meal finished, Anya pushed the tray aside. Waiting to see if he would come to her, not saying a word. Drake watched her, he knew she wouldn't relent. Standing up quietly he walked into the cage and took the tray from her side placing it on the outside of the cage. Coming back to stand before her, he looked down to her, his eyes watching her waiting. "Say thank you master." he said. Anya remained quiet. "Anya!! Say it!" No sound was heard, then suddenly all she saw was his hand, then a harsh pain ripped through her face, he had slapped her hard across the cheek. "Now say it!" as he lifted his hand to slap her once more. "Thank you master!!!" she cried out, tears flowing down her beautiful face. he turned and walked to the wall where the iron hook where hung, reaching down he picked up a long metal chain and hooked it through them, the coming to her he gripped her free hand and clipped it to the metal chain. The suddenly all went blank for Anya... She woke up to find herself chained to the wall, feet apart, suspended against the wall like an eagle. Lifting her head slowly, she saw him there waiting as he was earlier, same couch, same position. Drake watched her wake up and stood, his hands reaching down to the sash , untying it, baring his body to her he spread it wide, making sure she could see every inch of him. Slowly like a jungle cat he moved towards her, his eyes not leaving hers. As he came to stand before her he asked, "Anya, are you ready to admit you are my slave?" Lifting her head proudly, with a stubborn tone she answered, "No." "Let the games begin then my Anya." He turned and walked out of the cage, the suddenly he reappeared, a knife in one hand and a little whip in the second. Her eyes widened with fear at the site of the knife and she began to squirm in the chains, rattling sounds filling the door. "You are a monster, the devil" she yelled out He stood before her placing the whip on the bed and held the knife to her throat, she stood still, and then he traced the sharp blade down her throat to the hem of her dress and nipped her skin. She cried out of pain as the blade cut her sensitive skin. Then placing the knife in his mouth he held the material in his hands and with one tug he ripped it open down her chest, then using the knife he continued till she was standing there naked to him, the material as open as the robe he wore. He stood back and watched the blood trickle down her chest, and tears down her cheeks. "Anya, slave are you ready yet?" She did not answer, closing her eyes, her body shaking. She would not relent. He laughed out.... Then suddenly she felt it, a sharp whip across her breasts, her whole body screamed pain. Her eyes flew open her, she saw him standing there the whip in his hand and ready to strike once more... "No!" she screamed out, it was too late. The second lash hit her once more, and she began to shake in pain. "Admit it slave." he said. Another strike, this one cutting her smooth flesh...more blood seeped. "Admit it slave!" he yelled out. She could see his erection, standing proud between his legs. Her eyes filled with tears. He enjoyed hurting her, it aroused him. "Yes master, yes." she cried out, "I beg you stop." Another strike hit her, then he stood back, with his hand he lifted her face to him, looking her in the eyes he said, "that last blow was for you to remember your place slave, now you are mine Anya, and I own you body and soul." with that he leaned in and brushed his lips over her trembling lips. The sudden feel of his lips against hers sent a shock wave of new feelings through Anya, "gentleness." she thought "he was gentle." He stood back and threw the whip outside the cage door, his hands now free to touch her chest, stroking down the bruised and bloodied breasts. "Slave." his whispered as he leaned down to take one bloody nipple between his lips, sucking on it gently. Anya's body responded in ways she never thought possible, her hurting nipples were now aching, aching for more of those gentle lips. His hands at her sides, the feeling of them warm against her skin holding her, sent waves of pleasure through her. He stepped back and left the cage, only to return with a wet cloth, he wiped her bloodied skin gently, kissing each inch of her chest. Once she was clean, he unhooked her binds, her limp body falling into his arms. She ached all over, her wrists, her arms, her ankles and a new ache between her legs. Gently he laid her on the bed, soothing her as she welcomed the feeling of the material beneath her. He hooked one ankle to the bed only with a long chain, long enough for her to move about the entire cage. Kissing her forehead, he whispered, "rest now slave, tomorrow we will continue this." Leaving her, drake locked the cage and went up to his room, laying on the bed his arousal still painfully hard, he wrapped his fingers around it, closing his eyes, imagining her, her eyes, her body, her pain, he stroked faster, his whole body bucking with pleasure as he shot his seed onto his chest. His breathing hard, "tomorrow, he must have her." he thought. Cleansing himself, he laid back and fell into deep sleep. Anya laid back, in the silence of the dungeon, her thoughts in a mess, trying to not turn about on the bed, for she still was in pain, she traced her finger down to her thighs, that new ache peaked her curiosity, she ran a thumb along her womanhood and felt something amazing, she wanted more. With a little more force she stroked herself, she felt wetness on her fingers and was shocked! In all her years she had never felt this, never attempted this. It was shameful! She stopped quickly and closed her eyes, she must rest.... Morning Drake's eyes opened, he sees the faint light through the curtains, and he could hear the maids and servants rushing about the house. Out of bed he emerged, dressed and went down to the dining room where his breakfast awaited him. "Good morning." was all he heard all morning. "Mr. Baker, please would you serve my breakfast in the library and make sure I am not to be disturbed, no matter what!" he ordered to his butler. "Yes sir." Drake settled in his library as his breakfast was brought to him, looking once more at the butler he ordered, "No one is to enter in here until I open the door." "Yes sir, I shall make sure that everyone is notified." said the head butler as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Carrying the tray, he opened his secret passage and descended to the dungeon, where he found a wide awake Anya, sitting up in her bed... "Good morning slave." Looking up at him, as if hesitated she whispered, "good morning, master." Nodding his approval he set the tray on a table and went to one of his closets, bringing another cup, and pouring her some tea. He opened the cage door, Anya remained seated in her bed, and he looked magnificent in his suit, so handsome a different man than the night before. He brought her the tray and sat down on a chair opposite her in the cage. "eat now, you will need your strength my slave." Anya and drake ate in silence; every now and then she would sneak a glance at him. "Would he hurt her again?" she kept thinking. After they were finished he cleared away everything and left her for a while, then he returned, a smile on his face, his hand wrapping about her wrist he soothed her as he laid her back, binding her arms above her head on the bed as she was yesterday. His hands reached down to stroke her slim thighs, "slave." he whispered "so beautiful." She still wore the torn nightgown; he reached up and opened it, baring her body to his gaze, her eyes locked on him, watching him. Her body tensed with fear and arousal. He leaned down and nibbled her nipples, his teeth biting her firmly, she arched beneath him. "Do you like that slave?" he asked. "Yes, sir." He kissed her bruises and cuts, how lovely they looked against her skin, how fitting they were...they were his marks, no she was his..Only his. Anya was lost in a new feeling ...something consuming her, something aching to be unleashed she wiggled and squirmed beneath him as his fingers found her womanhood. He touched her gently, she arched, pleasure shooting through her, his lips biting her nipple more harder now he stroked her, the mix of pleasure and pain engulfing her, she began whimpering... "Yes, slave, whimper for me." he said as his finger found her clit, he pinched on it hard, she bucked up high he held her down with his second hand as his lips traced down her body to her mound. His erection straining against his pants, he sat back for a brief second to unbutton his pants, setting his erection free...then he resumed his task, he wanted her begging for him.. Each time he pinched her there, a small yet delightful pain would shoot through her body, Anya was shocked at all these new feelings, she wanted him to stop yet she wanted more, she watched, felt as his head descended towards her mound and felt it as his lips licked her, she moaned. She tasted good, his lips licked, sucked and worked hard on her pussy lips, tasting her wanting her to cum for him, he wanted to taste her juices, before anything else..His finger sliding into her, he knew she was a virgin and he wanted to leave it so, for now. He probed gently sucking hard on her clit as his second hand lay on her tummy holding her down in place. Anya felt something shoot through her, a pleasure more intense than she had ever imagined, she screamed out as her body bucked and tensed, the pleasure in her releasing its self... Drake lapped up her juices as they came, his lips, and tongue locked on her pussy, drinking up each drop she released, then she collapsed heavily on the bed, panting.. "Wonderful, my slave." he whispered as he gave her pussy one more kiss. "Now I want my slave to give me the pleasure I just gave her." he said. Reaching up he uncuffed her hands and left her foot still cuffed. He sat down on the bed beside her, and from his jacket he removed a studded collar and leash.. Placing the collar around her neck, and hooking the leash to it, he looked at her and ordered, "Slave, kneel between my thighs now." She hesitated for a minute but the sharp tug of the leash brought her back to reality, she must or he would hurt her... Quickly kneeling between his thighs she came facing his large member. "sir?" she asked puzzled. "Touch it slave, I shall tell you what to do." Wrapping her small fingers around it, it was so warm, she was curious. He let out a groan and she quickly let go, scared she must have hurt him. "No! Don't let go, you did not hurt me slave, give me your hand." He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking himself gently showing her how. The he shocked her by saying, "kiss it slave, wrap your lips around it, suck it." Pulling her leash, her head came down, parting her lips she kissed the tip as his hand and hers continued their stroking. "Suck It." He removed his hand from hers and it came to her head, as she parted her lips and began sucking the tip, slowly he pushed her down further. The Slave "up and down slave, as your hand moves." Up and down her head went on his cock; he threw his head back in pleasure, as she sucked on him.. Not perfectly but yet it aroused him further that he was teaching her how. "Faster." he ordered her. His hand on her head increasing the pressure as she sucked on him further, she was enjoying the taste of him, and that feeling between her thighs building up once more, she whimpered. Drake knew he would not last long, he felt his sacks tighten as his cock throbbed, he was going to cum, He needed to. Then he said, "slave, prepare yourself to swallow my seed." And he began cuming, she choked slightly, yet he didn't stop holding her down, shooting his cum deep in her mouth. Till he was done. His taste, sour, new yet delightful..Anya swallowed as much as she could, she could feel this strong man shake beneath her, as he came in her mouth. She knew somehow, she had power over him, in a way. When he was done, he pulled out of her mouth and looked down on her, "clean me slave, and lick every drop you missed.' Anya looked down, she has missed a lot, his seed was everywhere, on his cock, his lap, and his sacks. Her tongue darted out as she licked him clean obediently. When she was done, he yanked the leash up pulling her towards him; sitting her on his lap his kissed her lips, tasting her, letting her taste herself. Anya moaned in delight, she was beginning to enjoy this, immensely. This man that had hurt her had brought her pleasure, a pleasure she had never known existed. The small bottom that sat on his lap, excited him again, he wanted to spank it, his arousal began to stir once more as he kissed her.. Anya could feel him growing beneath her, it was an amazing how such a tool could shrink and enlarge in such a manner, she wiggled seductively as she felt it... Then suddenly he tugged her leash back, parting her lips from his, "slave you test my patience, get down and kneel on all four towards the bed." he ordered. Quickly Anya leapt from his lap, scared at the sudden change in the tone of his voice..She hid her face in the sheets... She felt him kneel behind her, then what was left of her gown was ripped apart at the back, baring her bottom to him, she felt the palm of his hand caress her bottom gently, then SLAP, a sting across her ass cheeks as he slapped her hard, another and another... She cried out in pain into the sheets, then felt his hand caressing her once more, his finger sliding down to caress her pussy gently, exciting her, then a Slap. The mixture of pain and pleasure once again returning to her, she whimpered and squirmed. Drake loved it, loved the way her ass cheeks wiggled, the way they were red with his hand print. He stroked his cock as he slapped her a few more times, in between he would stoke her pussy to find her getting wetter and wetter. "Anya, I am going to fuck you now." he said. She felt it, his cock teasing her pussy lips, she knew she was wet with desire, yet she was scared how he would fit inside her, he was so large. He gripped her hip with one hand as his second hand guided his cock into her; it nudged at her pussy lips parting them as his tip slid into her. "So tight." he said, as he pushed in deeper, till he reached that tight membrane, then with one push he slid deep into her, breaking her resistance. Anya felt pain shoot through her, she screamed into the sheets and tears began to flow from her eyes. She was big inside her, filling her. She felt him lean down onto her body his lips at her ear he whispered, "it won't hurt further I promise you slave all that comes next is pleasure." He straightened his back and slowly began to move within her, she was tight, gripping him like a vice.. The pain that Anya felt began to subside, now all she could feel was a more intense growing pleasure than before. She whimpered as he began to stroke his cock with her, her body moving at a will of its own as she moved against him slightly. He could feel her responding to him, her body moving with him, his stroking increasing as he pumped his cock into her tight pussy, then he yanked her chain back pulling her up against him, turning her head he kissed her lips as his hand found her clit, stoking it. Anya was whimpering and moaning, loving this new feeling , never wanting It to end, she bucked back against him, kissing his sweet lips, she reached back with her hands to grip his sides, her nails digging deep into his flesh.. "Yes slave, who is your master?" "You, you are my master." she moaned out, as the pleasure ripped through her. He could feel her walls tightening around him, and he was ready to cum again, "slave, release yourself with me now!" he ordered as his thrusting intensified. Anya screamed out as she felt her pleasure shoot through her veins and she came, her whole body shook then she felt it, the hot warm seed shoot up inside her, filling her, she whimpered and moaned as she her body rocked hard. She collapsed against the bed, as he collapsed above her. He kissed the back of her neck, gently and soothed her skin with his hands. They both laid there panting, words unable to be spoken. "Slave, Anya." he whispered. "Yes, master?" she managed to say. "Do you still want to leave me?" "No." she giggled out. "Good, cause we have just started." he laughed out as he kissed her neck once more. Gathering themselves they slept on the bed curled up, she was lying against his chest. "Master?" she asked. "Yes Anya?" "What is your name?" "Drake, my beautiful slave, my name is drake." She kissed his chest and finally whispered before falling into sleep. "my master drake!" The Slave Warning: this story contains extreme bondage. Not for anyone under 18 or with week hearts or stomachs! All characters are pure fiction. Lord Jonathan Just, son of Lord Daniel the bold, Duke of County Cork, thought about how uncomfortable his throne was. The youngest son of a lord, he had saved the life of the king, Henry IV, and his son, Edward III, on a hunting trip when their shots missed and a wild board had charged them. He was immediately knighted and given a dukedom in Ireland along with the prince's youngest sister Gabrielle for a bride. * Their wedding night was like none any had seen before. It had fireworks and tournaments and food enough for all. The festivities lasted from Monday to the following Sunday. The Duke and his wife consecrated their marriage that night in the royal castle at Gloucester. Jon, a true virgin like his wife was new to sex. He slowly removed her clothes. He then disrobed himself and immediately became hard from the sight of his wife, so innocently beautiful and yet so seductive. He said: "my dear, from what my elder brothers have told me, this will hurt you. Please be still so that I will not hurt you any more than necessary." Jon slowly slid into his wife, and when he hit her hymen, he thrust hard and strong, instantly breaking it. His wife cried out, and began to cry. Jon, not liking to see his wife in pain, began to kiss her passionately. He moved from her mouth to her puss and ass, slowly abating her pain. Three months later: Now Jon had just settled in as duke of County Cork, Ireland, and was listening to the tribal chiefs complain in the weekly council, having consecrated his marriage, when a report came in. A local girl was accused of witchcraft and adultery. Her name was Fiona. The Duke immediately ordered this girl, who was rumored to be blond and beautiful, to his court to be interrogated. The Duke loved his wife, who was blond and blue eyed like Fiona, but he knew his wife wanted to try lesbianism and he had the desires of a man as well. When the girl was secure in his dungeon, he and his wife descended. When they reached the torture room, they heard the girl beg for mercy. "Please, please! Do not harm me!" The Duke, unmoved, ordered her strapped to a rack. He slowly turned the wheel until the girl began to cry and beg. "Please m'lord, I'll do anything ye ask!" he had his wife and the girl stripped. He then took a candle and pored hot candle-wax on the girl, who was still strapped painfully to the rack. His wife, who at this point was in tears at the girls pain, begged her husband to relent. Duke Jon, not liking his wife's tears, brought her over to the girl. He had her sit on the girls face. The girl, understanding what was wanted, began to lick Gabrielle's puss. When Gabrielle came, the girl was released from the rack. The Duke put her in a restraint and branded the girl with his symbol, marking her as his love slave. His wife, moved by the girl's tears, began to lick Fiona's puss. She moved from her puss to her ass and then back again. As she was doing this, the Duke came up behind her and striped. He slid his cock into her ass. His wife, new to anal cried out. She released the girl from the restraint. The girl, already loving her mistress, began to eat her pussy. Slowly the pain became pleasure for the wife. The duke then did the same for his slave, and when he was finished allowed his wife and his slave to pleasure each other. Fiona gave him and his wife, great pleasure and he allowed her to sleep at the foot of their bed. The next day: The duke, a kind man, visited his wife and new pleasure slave after taking care of his morning duties. He brought new robes for both and a new cushion for Fiona. He found his wife, who had taken it upon herself to take care of Fiona, breastfeeding the girl. Knowing his wife loved to be surprised, he disrobed and slowly crawled into bed. He then began to fuck his wife. He slid in and out, in and out, thrust by thrust by thrust. He came hard and long, loosing enough cum into his wife to fill her and spill over. Fiona, wanting to gain favor, began to clean the excess with her mouth. She then cleaned the Duke's cock with her mouth, making him hard again. He then began to fuck her ass. He came with even more force than he had in his wife, filling his slave's ass with over a gallon of cum. He then introduced their second slave, a boy named Brian, convicted of adultery. He began to pleasure Fiona, fucking her until they both came. Brains job was to pleasure Fiona when Jon was with his wife, and to pleasure Gabrielle and Fiona when he was away or unavailable. 4 years later: The Duke's first child is born, as is Brian and Fiona's. The Duke's child is a healthy baby boy named Jonathan the second. Brian and Fiona's child is a wonderful girl, born a month later. The end! The Slave and his Mistress 1. Today there were six of them: six men chained collar-to-collar, heads and shoulders bowed respectfully, kneeling in a row on the tithe-hall floor. They were awaiting her inspection - but, the Lady Solande thought - what an unprepossessing lot! The two youngest wore standard slave tunics - shapeless garments cut from homespun cloth that at once marked them out as field slaves of lower rank; woodcutters or charcoal burners, perhaps. One of them, a brown-skinned lad with a thick mop of glossy curls tossed his head and grinned as he caught Solande's eye. He was a good-looking fellow and knew it; much too cocksure and confident for the Lady's taste. She snorted, thinking she would have to have words with her brother. Solande had requested an assortment of well-broken slaves for today's viewing. He must have known by now that she had little use for anything else. Four of the men were in heavy work-harness, identifying them as slaves from the mines or the mills. While they held various minor holdings in the lowlands, the bulk of the land owned by Solande's family consisted of extensive tracts in the mountains and for that reason mining had always been a particularly lucrative speciality of their estate. There were rich veins of metals and other materials to be found in those mountains and of especial interest -- given the nature of the yearly tribute required by the nearby Coven -- native silver deposits in abundance. A dependable source of wind or water power to drive the machinery required for these mountain mines was however lacking -- and historically, had always limited the scale of mining operations in the area -- although of course these days, forced labour formed a readily-available and easy substitute. At the turn of the last century changes in their country's laws -- initially imposed with a view to restricting the scale of peasant revolt -- had ultimately led to the creation of a new underclass in rural society, an itinerant strata of indentured serfs who were tied for life to a particular nobleman's estate; a slave workforce, in effect. One of Solande's none-too-distant ancestors had invested heavily in the design and construction of a number of mechanically powered workhouses based on the general principles wind or water mills, but which were driven by an entirely different source -- teams of slave labourers bound into the very bowels of the apparatus. The brute strength of these harnessed slaves could be transformed - through intricate series of manifold cogs and levers - into driving or grinding forces directed towards any number of uses; rock-crushers, conveyors and transport belts in the mines - and there were other applications, too. The milling of grain, for example. The estate now imported raw grain and other agricultural products from all over the lowlands and the flour-mills ran not only for a brief season after the harvest was gathered in autumn, but year-round -- and at a tidy profit. Yes, the great, horizontal grinding-wheels, to each spoke of which as many as four mine-slaves could be tethered shoulder-by-shoulder were indeed a minor wonder of the age, one that visitors -- even braving the werewolf-haunted byways of the time - came from far and wide to view. Due to the foresight and efforts of Solande's great grandfather, her family was now one of the foremost, and certainly the wealthiest of any in the area. And all of this -- all of their power, prestige and privilege -- was based on the efforts of labourers like the miserable collection kneeling before her! It was almost too incredible for belief! Proximity to these ugly, stinking, sweating, oafish workers came as something as a culture shock for the Lady, for in the past Solande had always chosen her candidates from a selection of indoor serfs (or garden staff - or at a pinch, even the stable hands). The problem was that by this time there were very few suitable men remaining among those ranks of whom the Lady had not tired long ago. Having exhausted the possibilities of the 'higher' classes of trusted slave, Solande had had to resort to the low-grade and disreputable castes of which the current assortment was so sadly representative. Though it was in its way a kind of education -- Solande had never been as close to a mine-slave before. She scrutinized them, intently. They were of course all powerful-looking men; muscular, especially about the chest and shoulders, and quite well-built. Their work-harnesses interested her particularly; the straps and buckles crossing the mens' upper bodies made them appear more like cart-horses or draft-animals than human slaves -- and it was an effect that Solande found rather enticing. Each harness consisted of a broad pair of leather straps worn in an 'X' shape over the slave's shoulders and across his chest. A pair of large iron rings set into the middle of the harness, one at the centre of the chest and the other at the back, formed the main attachment points by which a slave was lashed onto the wheel of his work-apparatus - be it a rock-grinder, mill-wheel or conveyor belt. If his hands were free he might also take a helpful hold of the straining-spoke in front of him, but most of his pulling efforts were taken through the harness, and originated in the muscles of his legs, his shoulders and his back. The base of the harness was secured to the man's belt or his girdle and also incorporated a single strap or loop that extended down below his abdomen, to provide a pouch or support for the genitals. In the case of mill-slaves, a longer leather strap was also directed back between the legs and fastened to the back of the man's slave-belt so that it fitted as tightly as possible into the cleft of the his buttocks; this so-called 'hygiene belt' was designed to discourage slaves from evacuating their bowels at will while on duty in the mills; a necessary precaution for this category of workers was comprised of characters of only the most unsavoury and degenerate sort. The three in the middle were slaves from the mines; big, bear-like brutes, with the scars on their exposed arms and flanks turned to greyish tattoos by constant exposure to rock powder and mine-dust. Below the waist they were fitted with long leather breeches that guarded their legs from flying rock-chips and also wore protective boots. Two of them looked enough alike to pass as brothers; they were bearded with broad chests and backs covered in curling mats of black hair. Like in appearance to her late husband, Solande considered, very like - and she shuddered a little at the unwelcome recollection. The third carried at his waist the coiled whip of a trusted slave or overseer's assistant. And he looked like a man who relished the use of it, Solande thought. As if she had not already had treatment enough of that sort! The last one was obviously from the grain-mills. His rough, heavily-scarred hide was coated in white flour head to foot and the eyes in the ashen face were sore and weeping, coloured blood-red. After a few months in the mills, the dust from the grain and the flour became a dangerous irritant -- and though a slave was usually prevented from breathing this deadly sediment by means of a scarf or muffler tied over the mouth and nose, his eyes customarily bore the brunt of it: in the mill a slave's eyes leaked constantly. The runnels of tears and thin mucus mixed with the flour-dust on his face, quickly setting hard in the heat of the silos to cover him from cheeks to chin with a distinctive, flaking crust. With his dead-white skin and scaly-looking face the mill-slave's appearance was nothing but grotesque, though overall Solande cared little about that. One of the points against him was that few slaves lasted more than a year or so in the grain-mills -- two, at most - which meant that this type of work was reserved for labourers at the very end of their useful lives. And unlike the other men, the mill slave's arms had been shackled by the wrists to his harness behind his back -- the sign of an habitual violent offender. For no other reason than this Solande knew that she should discount the man immediately. Apart from the straps of their harness, mill slaves went naked and as she drew abreast of him Solande noted with interest that this one was, frankly, hung like a plough-horse. The slave's balls were large and his male organ even while flaccid, protruded some way from the end of the leather harness-pouch that supported it. Uncircumcised, as all of these animals were, Solande noted, and she used the tasselled end of the long riding crop she was carrying with her to push back the loose pucker of foreskin, exposing the head of his member. Against the pallid flesh it looked a startlingly dark and red. Even this small degree of stimulation was enough to make the man's cock jump in its strap and begin hardening, noticeably. Of course with his wrists-cuffs locked to his harness as they were he would be quite unable take himself in his hands: could that be why he seemed so eager? The kneeling slave's response made Solande wonder, idly, for how long he had been pinioned like this. Slaves who worked well were rewarded with normal outlets for their sexual urges -- and of course this would generally be through contact with other slave of a similar caste. But only males were ever sent to the mines and the mills. When had this one last been allowed to find his release? With the tip of her crop Solande tapped the slave's cock once again, making it bob and dip. Then using rapid, light strokes she chafed at the sides and the base of the shaft for a time until the blood-engorged organ was stiffened to its fullest extent. Supported by the straps of the slave's harness it protruded obscenely, straining straight out from his body. As the Lady continued to work on him the wretched man clenched his buttocks and began to writhe his hips away from the crop the slightest bit -- but why would any slave bother attempting to avoid what was so obviously inevitable? Solande now wished to see how much more -- or how little -- it would take to bring him to his climax and her personal attention was, if anything, a generous compliment. Instead she could have had the male overseer who was with her - or even one of the other slaves - masturbate him until he was compelled to ejaculate -- surely the mill-slave realized that? Because he really did seem to want to resist; the mill-slave was sweating, trembling with tension all over his body and Solande could hear him breathing shallowly, trying to control himself through set teeth. "When was this animal last put to stud?" Solande whispered, close beside the slave's ear. The overseer had been sent to accompany Solande for her own safety, and he stared straight ahead, knowing better than to watch the Lady when she was engaged in her - special kind - of sordid business. "That one? Never, so far as I know, Milady," he replied promptly. "Not fit breeding stock. Soft in the head we think - terrible slow on the uptake." Solande bit her lips at the thought -- what a waste of one so generously endowed! She was herself aroused by now, could almost have considered mounting the kneeling slave right there in front of all the others, of using him to pleasure herself in the dirt down on the tithe-hall floor. A faint rush of pleasant sensation between Solande's legs came, unbidden, at the thought - but paradoxically it was her own response that kept the Lady in check. It was a promise she had made herself long ago, that never again would she allow a man to use her as a receptacle for his filthy organ -- since her husband, the Lady Solande had not allowed a man to fuck her like that in years. Why, the very thought of an erect male organ should rightly have disgusted her! And here she was, wet from the sight of a slave's animal reaction -- dripping wet between her legs for him and no better than a mongrel bitch in heat. Solande stepped back from the mill-slave, nostrils flaring with disgust. She brought her crop down in a great slicing stroke across his upper thighs and groin. The mill-slave started wildly at the unexpected blow but must have been accustomed to similar punishments for though his mouth gaped open wide for a moment, he resumed his stoic stance directly and was even able to stifle his cry of pain in his throat. But with a bewildered look -- almost akin to reproach - in his blood-shot eyes he raised his head to look Solande full in the face for the first time -- and the Lady was astonished to see that he had recently been fitted with a broad iron ring through the nose. That in itself was not so unusual, for in the fields or the mines unruly slaves were often led and secured by a chain through the nose -- although this treatment was commonly reserved for new or unbroken workers, and everything about this fellow's miserable appearance and demeanour suggested that he had been indentured since youth, or very early adulthood. No, what was really curious here concerned the extra embellishments the nose-ring carried: there was a heavy plate welded across the bottom of loop, the upper side of which bore a fan of outward-pointing metal spikes. Each point on the curved plate's surface was around the length of the first joint of Solande's thumb, and all were wickedly pointed and needle-sharp. The combined nose-ring and plate hung down well over the mill-slave's lips, obscuring much of his wide, red, mouth. Solande could honestly say that she had never seen anything like it in her life. "And why does the one on the end wear -- that thing?" she drawled, gesturing carelessly at him. The mistress was known to be an impatient, quick-tempered woman and the overseer knew that an immediate response from him was now required. But rack his brains as he might, he could think of no other way to put this. "Cock-sucker, Milady," he muttered at last, still avoiding Solande's eye. He then recounted the widely-held belief of the time that labourers of this caste were all chronic masturbators, and that to deny them regular access to sexual release was to dramatically increase their overall work output. Chained alone into their stalls at night, the slaves were also restrained by means of wrist-cuffs and hygiene belt -- which prevented the sins of Onan and Sodom - but despite these precautions, this slave had discovered another kind of outlet. He had been found taking a cell-mate's cock into his throat, caught in the act of fellating another male slave, and an example had duly been made of him. He had been fitted with the spiked device which would prevent any repeat of his deplorable offence, and had been sent to the mills which was of course a kind of a death-sentence. Now Solande was really intrigued. She wondered if the slave was the type of man who would be a sodomite by preference or if circumstance had dictated the nature of his relations with the other culprit. But his response to her earlier ministrations had at first been quite positive; and now that she looked closer at him she saw that he was not perhaps quite so decrepit as her first impression had suggested. If he could be made to use his mouth properly then he might even be the most promising of the day's candidates. She pushed the tip of her crop beneath the mill-slave's chin and forced him to raise his head up and look at her. Solande could see shame and despair - also the undercurrent of fear that was ever in a slave's eyes - as she compelled him to meet her gaze. But what she saw in his face was not, Solande noted with interest, at all like the vacant stare of an idiot. "Tell me, what is this cock-sucker's name?" the Lady breathed. She would not allow the slave to look away and yet still he made no move to answer her. "Milady asked a question!" the overseer shouted at last, and stepping up behind the mill-slave he brought his tawse-strap down in a hefty blow onto the man's exposed back. "You half-witted dog - speak up for yourself!" Solande watched impassively as the overseer caught the mill-slave by the iron collar round his neck and shook him back and forth, throttling him with it -- a rather severe, but fitting enough punishment for such disobedience she thought, and by the time he was released the slave was gasping, bent double over his knees. "Now tell her ladyship what you call yourself, slave!" "Gy-org," he stuttered at last, the words distorted by the iron baffle over his mouth, "I am called Gyorg, Milady." Gyorg. An ugly name, as befitted one of these animals. Solande tapped her lips. "Have Gyorg de-loused and wormed," she told the overseer, "clean him and feed him and when he is ready -- have him delivered to my chambers."